The old monk could no longer stand up, but his eyes were as bright as a torch, and he understood what was going on with just one glance. Because of this, his eyes towards Song Zhengchen were a little more compassionate.
Song Zhengchen stood up and looked not far away. The people following him did not dodge at all, and just stood there, neither approaching nor leaving.
"What are they doing?"
Song Zhengchen didn't understand.
If King Qi wants to catch him, he can just do it and take him away. I am a weak scholar, but I can't defeat the people of Prince Qi's palace. If you're not arresting people, why bother stalking them?
The old monk sighed and reminded: "Listen to my advice, no matter what rank you are or what responsibilities you have, you should leave here immediately."
Song Zhengchen stared at the old monk and asked in a deep voice: "How did you break your leg?"
Seeing that Song Zhengchen did not listen to his advice, the old monk said nothing more and just leaned against the wall without speaking.
The young monk suddenly said: "If you are a high official, you should tell the emperor that Qingzhou is going to disappear, just like Longxing Temple."
"Don't talk too much!"
The old monk scolded him in a deep voice, and the young monk quickly lowered his head and said nothing.
"Longxing Temple is gone?"
Song Zhengchen was a little stunned.
Although Song Zhengchen was from Huizhou, he also had some knowledge of Buddhism and had heard of Longxing Temple in Qingzhou, Shandong.
As early as the Song, Yuan, and Jia years of the Southern Dynasty, Longxing Temple appeared in Qingzhou. Later, through the Northern Wei, Eastern Wei, and Northern Qi dynasties, Longxing Temple in Qingzhou began to take shape and was known as the "Temple of the East."
During the Tang and Song Dynasties, the scale of Longxing Temple further expanded, and its identity changed greatly, becoming a royal temple.
Although Longxing Temple gradually declined during the Song and Jin Dynasties, it still existed in the Yuan Dynasty. Even the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty did not destroy it.
But now, this thousand-year-old ancient temple is gone?
The old monk raised his right hand and pointed, saying: "Turn around this alley and head east. The government office is over there. You can go."
Song Zhengchen saw that the old monk was unwilling to say anything, so he turned and walked towards the alley.
The two following people ran over quickly, and one of them asked the old monk fiercely: "What did he say to you?"
The old monk looked at the two of them sadly and said, "He asked me where the government office was, and I pointed it out to him. He also asked why you were following you, and I shook my head..."
One person threatened: "Old monk, if you don't want to die, just be obedient. If you dare to say a random word, you won't be able to keep your hands!"
"You can't hold back your words? Are you an official of the Third Law Department or a cabinet minister? How can you be so presumptuous!"
The sudden sound startled the two of them.
Song Zhengchen walked out, looked at the two of them coldly, and asked: "Why can't you speak and become mute? Oppressing the people and threatening the monks, is this the truth about Qingzhou Mansion? Go back and tell your master, if there is no explanation , I, Song Zhengchen, will use my pen as my weapon to attack the rebellious ministers!"
"Who do you think is a traitor?!"
One person scratched his neck and shouted.
Song Zhengchen took a step forward and shouted righteously: "Oh, you don't know who it is? Why, you want to kill me? Come on, I, Song Zhengchen, have already put my life on the line since I was ordered to do so by the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Behind the head! Full of passion, vowing to spread the Ming Dynasty! Whatever means you have, just use them!"
"you!"
"Forget it, he can't leave Qingzhou anyway, let's go!"
The two retreated reluctantly.
Without King Qi's order, they did not dare to act rashly. After all, the consequences of making one's own decisions were much more serious than those of acting rashly.
"The Metropolitan Procuratorate? So, you are the censor?"
The old monk looked at Song Zhengchen and asked.
Song Zhengchen nodded heavily, took out his belt card to prove his identity, and then asked: "I want to know what is going on in Qingzhou Mansion."
Seeing Song Zhengchen's upright face, the old monk pointed to the west with his left hand and sighed softly: "How is Qingzhou Mansion? You only need to go to Prince Qi's Mansion to know at a glance."
After thanking Song Zhengchen, he turned and left. After walking a few steps, he turned back, took out more than twenty copper coins and handed them to the young monk, saying, "Take good care of him, I will come back."
After walking two streets, Song Zhengchen heard the noise. After passing another street, he could already see many people, either holding construction tools or carrying bricks and tiles on their backs. There were also two to three hundred people transporting huge strips. Stones and wood were laid out in rows on the ground, and the stones were tied with thick ropes and kept being pulled forward.
"This is?"
Song Zhengchen finally understood where the people of Qingzhou had gone.
Right in front of you is Prince Qi’s Mansion!
The scale of Prince Qi's Mansion exceeded Song Zhengchen's imagination. The entire Qingzhou City and the entire west side almost became the territory of Prince Qi's Mansion. Looking from a high place, there are no less than a thousand palaces and balconies. They are grand and magnificent!
Just the two stone buildings in front of the palace used twenty-eight huge stones. On the stones, there were openwork carvings of dragons, lotuses, peonies, unicorns and other patterns.
Under the splendid Shi Fang, Song Zhengchen felt that he was so insignificant.
Although the Qi Prince's Palace in front of us cannot be compared with the Nanjing Imperial Palace, its level of extravagance, expenditure, and people's strength may not necessarily lose to the Imperial Palace!
Those who could move and had the strength among the people of Qingzhou were all brought here to build Prince Qi's Mansion!
This is the truth about Qingzhou Prefecture!
Song Zhengchen clearly remembered that the Prince of Qi's Mansion was built by Zhu Shu's father-in-law, Marquis Wu Liang of Jiangyin, in the twelfth year of Hongwu's reign. Since it was a residence for his son-in-law and daughter, Wu Liang would be very attentive to it.
But in the fifteenth year of Hongwu's reign, this place had been repaired, and Zhu Su moved in with his bags.
It has been more than 20 years since the construction started in the twelfth year of Hongwu to the second year of Jianwen. Is it possible that the Qi Palace has been under construction? Look at this thousand-layered pavilion, it is definitely not something that can be accomplished overnight!
Over twenty years, how much people's life and support will be consumed and how many people will die from exhaustion?
Song Zhengchen's heart was full of anger. Emperor Taizu was frugal and never extravagant. Although Emperor Jianwen was not frugal, he still carried out large-scale construction projects. However, his large-scale construction projects were not to renovate the palace, but to serve the country and the people. Overall, He himself is quite moderate in his spending.
But what about the local vassal king?
Without the approval of the court, he privately requisitioned more than 100,000 people and expanded the palace wantonly. If this continues, there will no longer be a place for the people of Qingzhou Mansion!
Song Zhengchen finally understood that Longxing Temple was located to the west of Qingzhou City. The reason why it disappeared was because it was occupied and destroyed by Prince Qi's Mansion!
Song Zhengchen didn't care if he destroyed a temple, but if he violated the laws of nature and broke someone's legs, what was that?
"Yu Shi of the Song Dynasty."
A shout alerted Song Zhengchen.
Song Zhengchen turned around and saw two people standing not far away. The leader was a man who was a little too fat. Judging from his sweating and panting, he was probably running here. Yes.
As for the right hand side of this person, he is a capable man with a short to medium build and a pair of rat eyes.
Both of them are wearing official uniforms, and their identities can be known just by looking at the patterns of their shirts.
Song Zhengchen stepped forward and saluted: "Song Zhengchen, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, has met with the Qingzhou magistrate and Mr. Tongzhi."
Magistrate Huang Booking wiped the sweat from his face, took two deep breaths, his stomach heaved, and said: "Since Song Yushi came to Qingzhou, why didn't he go to the government office to see him first, and instead wandered around? Don't you treat me like this? Does the prefect take it seriously?"
Xu Yuan, a fellow acquaintance, snorted: "You are just a seventh-grade censor, but you despise Shangguan."
Song Zhengchen looked at the two people beating him and didn't mind.
Although the supervisory censors are all junior officials of the seventh rank, their duties are to "inspect local areas on behalf of the emperor". They have the power to impeach or recommend officials, and they also have the right to supervise yamen at all levels.
Although the official position is small, the power is not small.
Many local officials are frightened when they see the supervisory censor. They treat them carefully and bribe them more, because they are worried that if the censor writes a few black words in the report, the official position they have obtained for decades will probably be lost in one fell swoop.
Song Zhengchen originally thought that King Qi looked down on him, but he didn't expect that the Qingzhou government office was also teasing him. This was a bit interesting.
"When Xianguan first entered Qingzhou City, he was attracted by the people's chants, so he delayed going to the government office. The two adults... were also attracted by the chants, right?"
Song Zhengchen asked warmly.
Huang Boying and Xu Yuan were stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to nod.
How else could I explain it? How could I say that I was waiting for Song Zhengchen in the lobby, but the boy ran away, and I chased him for several streets before catching up?
When Song Zhengchen saw the two men nodding, he said seriously: "In that case, please tell me why the palace of Qi is so large, why are there so many migrant workers, and why are the merchants of Qingzhou so poor?"
Huang Boying didn't answer these questions, just wiping his sweat.
When Xu Yuan saw this, he said: "These are all trivial matters. Let's go back to the government office and discuss them in detail first. By the way, there are some good dishes in Qingzhou that can help the Song Dynasty Yushi to wash away the dust."
When Song Zhengchen saw Xu Yuan coming forward, he took a step back and said sternly: "As a supervisory censor, I am here with the emperor's orders. Now I have unanswered questions, how can I just focus on eating and drinking! Please speak frankly!"
Seeing how difficult Song Zhengchen was, Huang Boying couldn't help but groaned and said: "The King of Qi just built more houses, and the people supported him and came to help. Is there anything incomprehensible about this? Fellow villagers, who doesn't need help?" when."
"If it's just a favor, why do we need a whip supervisor?"
Song Zhengchen pointed not far away, where a supervisor was whipping people with a whip because they worked too slowly. He had already whipped them more than ten times and still wouldn't stop.
Huang Boying glanced at it and said nonchalantly: "But Song Yushi, we are inviting you to dinner. Do you understand the rules of officialdom?"
Song Zhengchen shook his head and flatly refused: "I'm sorry, Song entered the officialdom for the first time, and he really doesn't understand so many rules! Qingzhou matter, Ming Dynasty matter. I will tell the whole story to the Holy Emperor. When the time comes, I will ask the two officials again. rule!"
Looking at Song Zhengchen who turned to leave, Huang Boying sighed: "Look, I said this person will not cooperate. In that case, then..."
Bang bang!
After giving two high-fives, two guards appeared and blocked Song Zhengchen's path.
Song Zhengchen turned around and glared at Huang Boying, shouting: "Why, a censor just died in Qingzhou, you want to do it again, okay, if I die here, let's see how you explain to the court!"
Huang Boying shook his head, raised his head and told the officer: "Take all his belongings and tell Supervisor Liu that the imperial court has sent him labor and he will use it to die..."
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