This time, Young Master Liu did not call Xia Gongming Mr. Lao, but called him by his first name.
He changed from calling him "Sir" to calling him by his first name.
Everyone present already knew how Young Master Liu was feeling now.
Zhou Baoyu, Song Qing, and Liu Mingjie looked at each other and looked at Young Master Liu standing on the edge of the snow viewing pavilion, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
They all knew in their hearts that Young Master Liu was really angry this time.
Even though he hasn't really exploded yet.
Xia Gongming took a deep breath, and his body kneeling on the ground sank a little again.
"Your Majesty, I am here."
"Xia Gongming, Xia Gongming, your temper is really worthy of your name.
It’s really fair and clear!”
"Your Majesty, I am aware of my guilt."
"Convicted?"
"Yes, I am aware of my guilt."
"Xia Gongming, are you really not afraid that I will take your head now?"
"Your Majesty, I have the guts to say this. Your Majesty, don't say that Mount Tai is a Zen monk once, even if it is ten times.
The same is true for the history books of veterans.
A great achievement is a great achievement, a fault is a fault, and the merits and demerits can never be offset."
Young Master Liu opened his eyes and looked towards Xia Gongming with a gloomy expression.
"I have no intention of asking you to change the history books, let alone tampering with the history books.
I just want to know whether I am qualified to be granted Zen status at Mount Tai."
In response to Young Master Liu's inquiry, Xia Gongming nodded without hesitation, and answered decisively without even thinking: "Your Majesty, I am qualified!"
Liu Mingzhi looked up at the children who were drinking and having fun in the distance, and nodded with a pleased expression.
“It’s good if you’re qualified, it’s good if you’re qualified.”
Hearing what Young Master Liu was talking to himself, Xia Gongming's mind suddenly relaxed and he breathed heavily.
Young Master Liu withdrew his gaze and glanced at Xia Gongming faintly.
"Stop kneeling and get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Xia Gongming, you have opened my eyes today. It turns out that you are really not afraid of death!"
After Xia Gongming stood up, he sighed with a complicated expression.
"Hey, your Majesty, I'm afraid of death."
"fear death?"
"Yes, I am afraid of death."
"Since you are afraid of death, then you still deal with my problems like this."
Xia Gongming hesitated and remained silent for a moment, then looked at Mr. Liu solemnly.
"Your Majesty, as the chief minister of the current cabinet and the imperial censor, I am responsible for writing fair history.
As a historian, I should have a great and upright spirit.
For the sake of justice in history, I will not be afraid of death."
Liu Mingzhi nodded sadly, looked at Xia Gongming and asked softly: "What if I threaten your nine tribes?"
"Your Majesty, I would rather write history with blood than change it."
Mr. Liu nodded slightly, walked to the stone table with the empty wine jar, and threw the wine jar towards Liu Mingjie.
Liu Mingjie immediately reached out to remember the wine jar, bent down and put the wine jar under the stone table.
Liu Mingzhi once again picked up a wine jar and walked silently outside the snow viewing pavilion.
"My lord."
Regarding Xia Gongming, Young Master Liu once again changed his name from calling him by his first name to "Lao Sir".
When Xia Gongming heard this, he immediately bowed to Young Master Liu.
"The old minister is here."
"Am I a good emperor?"
Xia Gongming nodded solemnly: "Your Majesty, yes!"
"Where is it in the history books?"
"In the history books, what His Majesty said does not count, nor does what the veteran said.
Qing history is the most fair, and future generations will have their own conclusions."
"Then, will my children still suffer from infamy?"
"No, as a historian of the dynasty, I only write about the affairs of the dynasty."
Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and nodded, looking at his children lovingly.
"Okay! Now that the boss has said this, I feel relieved."
"I know that I have sinned, and I am ashamed of Your Majesty's grace."
Liu Mingzhi shook his head gently, reached out and patted Xia Gongming's shoulder.
"Sir, there are upright ministers like you in the imperial court.
This is my blessing, the court’s blessing, and the world’s blessing!”
"I don't dare, I don't dare."
Young Master Liu breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly and slowly towards the outside of the Snow Viewing Pavilion.
"Brother, Baoyu, I'm leaving first, you can just drink by yourself."
"Hey, I got it."
"Commander, we understand."
"Mingjie."
"Brother?"
"I'm a little tired, brother, so I'll leave you to accompany my brother, Baoyu, Mr. Lao, Jiuniu and the others while they drink."
"Yes, I understand."
Liu Mingzhi nodded lightly, raised the wine jar in his hand, took a few sips of wine, and walked straight out of the snow viewing pavilion.
Soon.
Young Master Liu's lonely figure gradually merged into the snow curtain with flying snowflakes all over the sky.
Xia Gongming looked at Young Master Liu's lonely back, flicked the hem of his clothes, and knelt down to worship Young Master Liu who was gradually walking away.
"Old minister Xia Gongming, I would like to thank Your Majesty for your grace. My Emperor, Holy Ming, may you live long live."
After Young Master Liu's lonely back disappeared completely into the flying snow, Song Qing immediately walked to Xia Gongming's side, leaned over and helped him up.
"Sir, His Majesty has gone far away, please get up quickly."
"Hey, thank you very much King Wuyi for his thousand years."
"You're welcome, you're welcome, let's sit here."
Zhou Baoyu sighed sadly, walked slowly to Xia Gongming's side, picked up the jug on the stove and poured a bowl of warm wine for him.
"My lord."
"Master Hou?"
To be continued...