"Impossible. He is Duke Yansheng. How could he assassinate His Majesty and still be protected by so many of your soldiers?"
Looking at the old Confucian scholar who was tearing his neck and roaring, Cao Bianjiao sneered: "What's impossible? He can hand over his son who is a collaborator with the enemy, and he can hand over his domineering tribesmen who know and break the law. How come it is impossible to assassinate His Majesty?"
What if he knew that he was guilty of a serious crime and could not escape death, so he assassinated His Majesty with the idea of death together? Can you guarantee it?
What he wants to do is beyond my control, but it is my duty to protect His Majesty's safety.
He should be lucky that he is Yanshenggong, and he is still in front of the Confucius Temple. If he were a different person and a different place, his body would be separated now! "
"You, you, you... there's no need to blame anyone if you want to!"
The old Confucian scholar's face was filled with grief and anger, as were everyone behind him. Their fists were clenched, but they did not dare to make any move.
"As a scholar, he went beyond the rules of etiquette and roared openly in front of His Majesty. Come on, drag him down and beat him with the military stick!"
Amidst loud shouting, the Confucian scholar was dragged down.
Cao Bianjiao sheathed his long sword, looked at everyone with cold eyes, and said loudly: "You are all scholars. If you have opinions and ideas, you can bring them up, but please pay attention to your status and etiquette.
Anyone who offsides or roars privately will be punished for disturbing the holy driver! "
After saying these words, Cao Bianjiao retreated behind the emperor and calmed down, as if what just happened had not happened.
A smile flashed in Chongzhen's eyes, and he said softly: "Cao Aiqing is right, you can put forward different opinions.
But the rebuttal must have evidence. If you dare to sophistry or talk nonsense, don't blame me for killing. If you have different opinions, just say it! "
Kong Yinzhi, who was half lying on the ground, endured the pain and struggled to kneel down again. He said intermittently: "Your Majesty, I kindly ask you to go to the Confucius Temple to request a genealogy!"
"Kong Yinzhi, does the genealogy have to be true?"
Chongzhen said calmly: "If the records are true, then couldn't the Yuan people redo the genealogy when they were doing it?
Would they leave such a big hole?
If it were you, would you do it? "
"No, no!"
Kong Yinzhi struggled to say two words, his eyes full of despair.
If genealogy cannot prove it, what else can be proved?
"Your Majesty, Kong Yinsen, the director of the Classics Department, has something to say."
Kong Yinsen, the director of the Confucian Classics Department, knelt down directly: "Your Majesty, since genealogy can be faked, then ancient books can also be faked, so the records in those ancient books cannot be counted."
"Are you denying the merits of the two hundred thousand soldiers who took the initiative to travel thousands of miles across the border to fight with more than a hundred thousand cavalry, or do you think that the Hanlin Academy, the Seiyi Pavilion, the Imperial College, and the ministers of the DPRK are not as knowledgeable as you, the Confucius Mansion?
Or do you think that the Jin Yiwei and the 200,000 soldiers and courtiers who went on the expedition are on a joint vacation?
Or is it that Chahar Lindan Khan is acting with me to suppress your Confucius family? "
As soon as Chongzhen finished speaking, the kneeling Kong Yinsen suddenly felt a huge murderous intention enveloped him. Not only him, but also the people around him felt it.
Looking up, I found that the surrounding Jin Yiwei, Tengxiang left guard, and warrior battalion sergeants all had serious faces, clenching the weapons in their hands, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Although the emperor's voice was plain, it contained infinite murderous intent. There was nothing more murderous than this.
No matter how he answers, he will offend the sergeants and courtiers, and life will definitely be difficult in the future.
But it was related to the survival of the Confucian government. Even if he was offended by everyone, he had to persist and continued: "Your Majesty, I have not belittled the soldiers or courtiers. I am just discussing the matter.
Forgery has been around since ancient times. Since you said that genealogies from hundreds of years ago can be faked, why can't ancient books be faked?
Moreover, the records in ancient books are vague and unclear, which is even more untrustworthy.
And the matter of blood is really like this. If it were the person who planned it, he would definitely kill people and silence them. The less at least the better. Why should it be recorded openly in the book and become popular? Isn't this contradictory?
To sum up, I believe that the record is not credible, at least not in the face of strong evidence. "
The words were well-founded, which made everyone in the Kong family feel happy, and even more so, Kong Yinzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as we firmly grasp this point, no matter what, the ancient books will be fake, unless the emperor says that the genealogy is also true.
Now, he finally got back a game and became invincible. Even if he was punished for the first two items, it didn't matter. The Kong family was here, and everything was there.
Decades later, the Confucius family will still be the Confucius family, but the Zhu family will not necessarily be the Zhu family.
Although the faces of the people on the Confucius front were solemn, their hearts were already filled with joy.
Chongzhen on the throne didn't know what everyone in the Confucius family was thinking, so he just said lightly: "Okay, as you said, ancient books can be faked and cannot be trusted, so how can you prove that you don't have Mongolian blood?
You must know that flies do not bite seamless eggs, and butterflies and bees do not attract honey. Since the groundless evidence is groundless, the Ming Dynasty Law presupposes guilt in such serious and special cases. It is better to kill by mistake than to let go. "
Fuck...
How the hell can this be done?
How to prove this? It can't be proven at all.
This time, the people on the Confucius front were completely frozen. This was an unsolvable situation.
Without waiting for the people on the Confucian front to refute, Lu Xiangsheng spoke up: "Don't refute with any baseless words. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. If the record is true, have you ever thought about the consequences?"
Everyone was silent, no one could guarantee it, and no one could prove it.
No solution!
No solution!
Everyone sighed in their hearts, and countless scholars who had been preparing to argue with the emperor fell silent at this moment.
Some people want to say that since Mongolian tribes such as Tumut and Ordos have surrendered, there will no longer be any distinction between Han and Mongolia.
But they can only think about this in their hearts. If they dare to say it out, not to mention the emperor, the surrounding literati will kill him.
Those who are not from my race must have different intentions. They do not agree with the emperor's dual-system strategy. Even if they join now, can they guarantee that they will always join?
If one day, the surrendered Mongolia suddenly rebelled and used the Confucian government as an issue, then the entire Ming Dynasty, or in other words, the next Han Dynasty would be thrown into a pillar of shame.
No one can bear this consequence.
This silence lasted for a quarter of an hour, and Chongzhen was not ready to wait any longer: "Since the Kong family cannot prove themselves, let's judge according to the principle of presumption of guilt.
You can't guarantee it, and I can't guarantee it. For the sake of Confucius and the Han people, I can only list the impure blood as a fact.
The saint's son collaborated with the enemy, his tribe broke the law, and his blood was impure. The three crimes were punished together. From now on, Kong Yinzhi's title as Duke of Yansheng was abolished, and all officials in the Kong Mansion in Qufu were dismissed from their posts.
The descendants of the Qufu Kong family since the 53rd generation of Yanshenggong Kong Sihui have all been reduced to commoners.
From now on, you are no longer allowed to claim to be a descendant of Confucius, and you will no longer enjoy the preferential treatment given by the court to the descendants of Confucius. Before your bloodline is discovered, you are not allowed to leave Qufu without permission. Violators will be killed without mercy! "
