"Your Majesty, what happened to Kong Hongxu, the 60th Duke of Yansheng, is true. It is recorded in the official documents of the Kong family.
But I don’t know much about the murders that Commander Li mentioned from the first year of Tianqi to this year. The county magistrates are tried according to the Ming Dynasty law. One or two people can explain it, but if they are all like this, it is a bit unreasonable.
Besides, if the people are dissatisfied, can't they appeal to the prefect of Yanzhou, the chief secretary of Shandong, and the governor of Shandong? "
"Hmph, have you ever seen your family lose a lawsuit?"
Li Ruolian sneered: "As for what you said about the people going to Yanzhou Prefecture and the Chief Secretary to appeal, that's even more ridiculous.
Let me ask you, in Qufu County, who dares to write a complaint to the people? How to sue without a complaint?
Second, will your Qufu Yamen issue road guides to the people? Can they get out of Qufu County without a road?
Third, even if you are lucky enough to go to Yanzhou and the Chief Secretary, the Ming Dynasty law stipulates that for over-level appeals, you must first fight the forty big boards before trying the case. Do you think ordinary people can bear the forty big boards?
In the end, even if you survive the forty-eighth board, will the prefect and chief secretary of Yanzhou dare to provoke your Kong family? Just turn a blind eye and get fooled,
He even said that in order to please your Kong family, he would be beaten to death while playing with a wooden board. Is there anyone who knows the meaning of this better than us Jin Yiwei? "
"You, you, you...you are purely slandering and blaspheming the majesty of the Confucius Mansion."
"You know in your heart whether you are slandering or not. Your Majesty, it is not your turn to decide now!"
Li Ruolian looked at Kong Shangda with disdain on his face: "It is rumored that the public security fire caused the statue of Wen Sheng to spontaneously combust and the Wen Sheng temple to be destroyed. Wen Sheng was angry and wanted to destroy the cultural movement of the Ming Dynasty.
But in my opinion, it is true that Literary Saint was angry, but it is more likely that he was ashamed of the various unbearable behaviors of future generations, so he spontaneously combusted, out of sight and out of mind! "
Fuck...
The ministers in the Huangji Palace were immediately speechless. This was simply a naked act of heart-killing.
If what happened in the court today were spread to the people, the majesty of the Confucius Mansion would definitely be greatly compromised.
Chongzhen's eyes when he looked at Li Ruolian were also full of surprise. This man who usually didn't talk much would say such "surprised" words, which really made him happy.
"Your Majesty, I believe that the disciples of the Confucius family are so arrogant and domineering. It is not only the result of the connivance of the imperial court and the Confucius family, but also the result of their innermost being!"
The ministers who were already shocked by Li Ruolian's words were shocked again. Their eyes were numb when they looked at Li Ruolian. What the hell was going on?
Chongzhen naturally knew what Li Ruolian was going to say, but the play still had to be performed, so he frowned: "Don't make such nonsense, speak clearly!"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my incompetence, because what I say next may be a bit treacherous!"
"I'm sorry for your shame, just tell me!"
Li Ruolian glanced at the trembling ministers and said calmly: "The following are some rumors that Jin Yiwei heard from the people during the investigation. Whether they are true or false, please judge for yourself!"
After saying that, he fell silent, his brows filled with confusion and hesitation.
After a while, Li Ruolian raised his head and glanced at the ministers: "Let me tell you the conclusion first. The blood of the Kong family in Qufu is not pure now, or it may be said that they are of Mongolian blood!"
Boom...boom...
Li Ruolian's words were like tens of thousands of red cannons exploding in the minds of the ministers, and all the ministers were confused.
If what Li Ruolian said is true, it would really be a shame to the entire Ming Dynasty.
What an irony it is that the saint who has been worshiped for more than two hundred years, the holy place and spiritual pillar in the hearts of scholars all over the world, is from a foreign race.
After a while, Liu Zongzhou, the Minister of Rites, rushed to Li Ruolian and said hurriedly: "Commander Li, please don't say this nonsense!"
The bosses of the Imperial Academy, Hanlin Academy and other departments questioned Li Ruolian one after another, their eyes full of anger.
Facing the 'siege' of the masses, Li Ruolian remained calm and composed: "My lords, please be patient. I will tell you what Jin Yiwei investigated and heard from the people. You can judge for yourself whether it is true or not.
Your Majesty, is it inappropriate for you to make such a noise? "
Sure enough, the emperor moved out, and the questioning officials instantly became quiet, returned to their original positions, knelt down, and apologized one after another.
Chongzhen didn't care and looked at Li Ruolian: "Tell me about it!"
Li Ruolian looked calm and said: "My lords, the Kong Mansion is divided into South Kong and North Kong. You should know this!"
All the ministers nodded, and Yuan Keli said softly: "After the Jingkang Rebellion at the end of the Song Dynasty, Kong Duanyou, the 48th grandson of Kong Sheng and Duke Yansheng, followed Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty and moved southward with his family. In history, it was called Huqi Nandu, also known as Dazong Nandu. Cross.
Then the Jin people established a branch of the Kong family in the north as Yanshenggong, called Beizong.
Later, the Mongols supported another Duke Yansheng, and since then there has been a situation where the three saints coexisted. Although there was a brief period of unity, they eventually separated.
The Northern Confucius was in Qufu and the Southern Confucius was in Quzhou. After that, the situation of the Northern and Southern Sects was formed. "
"Old Yuan Ge's knowledge and knowledge are beyond comparison with those of a warrior like Xia Guan."
Li Ruolian flattered her a little, and then said: "The matter happened at the North and South Confucius Mansion.
Later, there were a series of incidents such as Kong Mo's chaos, the fifty-third generation Yanshenggong Kong Sihui's tampering with family trees, internal and external Confucius, etc.
Folk speculation is that these incidents were directed and performed by the Mongolians, using the external hole to confuse the public and divert attention, in order to conceal that Kong Sihui was a Mongolian..."
Li Ruolian chatted for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: "This is the result of the investigation and what I heard. All of you are knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and talented. You can judge for yourself whether it is true or not!"
After Li Ruolian finished speaking, he retreated to the entrance of Huangji Palace and remained silent, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.
All the ministers had uncertain expressions on their faces, but no one dared to speak.
No matter what you say about such things that can change the world, it is wrong and will offend the emperor and the Confucius family.
Chongzhen sat on the dragon chair and looked coldly at the silent crowd, with a sneer in his heart. He was still a scholar. As expected, they all flew away when disaster struck.
After a while, Yuan Keli walked out tremblingly, as if he had been greatly shocked, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I sincerely request your Majesty to order a thorough investigation into the matter of Beikong's bloodline!"
"Your Majesty, I agree with Mr. Yuan Ge's proposal to conduct a thorough investigation into the Beizong bloodline matter!"
After Sun Chengzong finished speaking, he turned to look at the ministers and said with a serious face: "My lords, what is true cannot be false, and what is false cannot be true.
I know how you feel, but if what Commander Li said is true, then should we Han people continue to follow the Northern Sect of the Mongolian Li Daitao Jiang?
Isn't this a shame for me?
Shame is not terrible. What is terrible is that we are unwilling to believe and change. "
"Okay, well said!"
Chongzhen stood up: "It's okay for our generation to be humiliated, but will our descendants still be humiliated?"
"Li Ruolian, Zhang Tingdeng..."
"Your Majesty, no!"
Kong Shangda, who was lying on the ground, finally woke up from his confusion. He didn't know where the strength came from, and stood up suddenly, with a look of sorrow and anger on his face.
"No?"
Chongzhen stood up, walked to the edge of the platform, and stared at Kong Shangda with sharp eyes: "Are you guilty?"
