Chapter 1157 Life is like a play, all depends on acting skills
Jin Youzi didn't even return to the inn, and left Jinan directly. Even his luggage was packed by Chu Yan, who had people rush after him and deliver it to him.
Along the way, Academician Jin was having a hard time. I thought about the time when he boasted about Haikou in front of the emperor and vowed to bring Wang Xian back, but now he ran away like a lost dog. It can be said that he came with high ambitions and returned with a disgraced face.
How should he explain to the emperor after he returns to Beijing? How should he explain to his colleagues? How should he face the overwhelming ridicule from both the government and the public?
The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became, and the angrier he became. He spent the whole day without thinking about food or food, and his whole body was burning. Before he left Shandong, he suddenly fell ill. Chang Sui saw that his whole body was burned like a charcoal.
I want to find a nearby city to live as soon as possible so that I can seek medical advice and treat Bachelor Jin's illness.
Unexpectedly, Jin Youzi, half conscious and half confused, still insisted on asking: "Where are you going?"
Chang Sui replied: "Dezhou."
"I won't go." Jin Youzi immediately shouted: "If you don't go, I swear I will never enter Wang Xian's territory again!" He had already suffered from severe cold, and at this moment he was so excited that he coughed violently, and even coughed up blood.
Come. The elders were so frightened that they were worried that he would die and their jobs would be ruined.
However, they did not dare to disobey Jin Youzi. They really did not enter Dezhou City and persisted in the ice and snow for two more days until they reached the border of Shandong and Cangzhou City. Only then did the dying Bachelor Jin move into the warm prefecture.
At the Yamen, a doctor checked his pulse and prescribed medicine.
After being recuperated in Cangzhou for several days, his condition became somewhat stable, and Jin Youzi struggled to get on his way again. The Cangzhou magistrate advised him to stay longer and wait for his condition to improve before setting off. However, Jin Youzi hissed: "The king's life is on my side, how dare I stay for a moment?"
"After thanking the Cangzhou magistrate for his hospitality, he set out resolutely.
The prefect of Cangzhou seemed to be deeply moved by Jin Youzi. After he returned, he wrote to his colleagues in Beijing, praising the noble sentiments of Jin Youzi for being loyal to his duties and working hard. Then, these words soon reached the ears of Zhu Gaochi, His Majesty the Emperor.
He quickly ordered Jin Yiwei to bring Bachelor Jin back, and also sent people from Tai Hospital to follow Jin Yiwei to make sure that Bachelor Jin was in good health.
Ten days later, the Jin Yiwei brought Jin Youzi back to the capital with only a handful of bones left. To the disappointment of Jin Youzi, except for his son and a few disciples, not many people came out of the city to greet him.
'It shouldn't be...' Jin Youzi looked at the three or two kittens with dull eyes, and murmured in his heart: 'If it goes according to the routine, it should be the officials who come to welcome me back to Beijing...'
"Father, today is New Year's Eve, and everyone is busy celebrating the New Year..." Jin Youzi's son understood his father's heart and whispered in his ear.
"Oh..." Jin Youzi was relieved.
After entering Yongding Gate, the Jin Yiwei wanted to send Jin Youzi home, but Jin Youzi made a fuss and wanted to go to the palace to return to his life, saying, "How dare you go home before the king's order is restored?"
Zhu Gaochi was forced to have no choice but to ask the eunuch to pass on the message, saying that the bachelor's health was important, and other things should be put aside for the time being, and he could go home and recuperate in peace, and celebrate the New Year well. He would not talk about anything until the New Year was over.
Jin Youzi then stopped insisting and asked someone to send him home...
This year's twelfth lunar month is a small month, there is no New Year's Eve, and the next day is New Year's Day. This year's New Year's Day is not ordinary, because starting from this day, the Ming Dynasty will change its name to Yuan Hongxi!
In the hearts of Zhu Gaochi and his civil servants, they naturally hope that the Yongle chapter will be completely over, and the Ming Dynasty will completely enter the Hongxi era. However, they do not want the Yongle era to pass, and there are many people who are trying their best to resist the Hongxi era.
This can be seen from the New Year's banquet in the palace. The atmosphere of the entire banquet was very low and strange. The nobles had a straight face and did not drink. They only looked coldly at the civil servants who tried their best to liven up the atmosphere, especially those few
Bachelor's degree.
Such a scene appeared at the first New Year's banquet after the new king ascended the throne. Zhu Gaochi's face naturally didn't look any better. Seeing that the Sacred Heart was unhappy, Yang Rong picked up the wine glass, walked to the British Duke, and said with a smile:
"My lord, you have to take the lead in celebrating the Chinese New Year. Come on, I'll give you a drink!"
Yang Rong's wine glass hung in front of Zhang Fu, his eyes fixed on him.
In the golden palace, the voice suddenly became eight points lower. All the ministers looked at the two men, wondering how Zhang Fu would react.
I saw the British Duke glance at Yang Rong, without even looking at the glass of wine, and his tone was flat: "I'm sorry, bachelor, the late emperor has not been buried yet, and I do not drink alcohol."
"Buzz..." There was an uproar in the venue. All the officials never expected that the British prince, who always strictly adheres to neutrality, would actually say such sharp words - pointing the finger at Zhu Gaochi, who was sitting on the dragon throne!
The emperor's face suddenly darkened, and the surprise in his eyes flashed away.
Zhu Zhanji, who was sitting next to the emperor, couldn't help but look at each other with several of his confidants. They all saw joy in each other's eyes, and then quickly lowered their heads to eat.
"Isn't what you said appropriate?" Yang Rong secretly cried out that he was unlucky, but he had to put out the fire he had lit. After calming down, he looked at Zhang Fu with a half-smile but said: "According to etiquette, the emperor is in mourning.
It is different from ordinary people. When the emperor is in mourning, the sun is replaced by the month, so twenty-seven days of mourning is equivalent to twenty-seven months for our ministers!"
"Young Master Yang's words are heart-breaking. How can I question the emperor?" Zhang Fu said he was frightened, but he remained expressionless and said calmly: "As you just said, the emperor will be in mourning for twenty-seven days.
.But we, as ministers, cannot be so quick to abstain from mourning and pursue pleasure."
The last four words of Zhang Fu, "Female sorrow and joy", were like four cannons, which made the ears of the emperor and ministers in the hall roar, and they were dumbfounded!
Everyone thought the British Duke was a kind man, but they didn't expect him to be so mean and vicious! How dissatisfied this must be with the Emperor!
"British Lord!" Yang Pu, who has always regarded himself as an old hen who protects the emperor, became furious and shouted: "You are so shameless! In all dynasties, a banquet was given during the Spring Festival on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty. Why did the emperor come to the throne?
Is it just a matter of pleasure here?"
"Yes, this banquet is a ritual of the court. As a ruler, your Majesty cannot just focus on his own sorrow and waste the government affairs of the court and the rituals of the country!" The Minister of Rites also quickly expressed his position: "My lord, the people are mourning.
The emperor is heartbroken!" As he spoke, he cupped his hands towards Zhu Gaochi and choked: "The emperor's grief was heavier than ours combined when the late emperor passed away, but what can you do as a ruler? You can only hide your grief in your heart and act as if nothing happened.
We must govern the country and fulfill our duties! Today’s banquet is the emperor’s duty! Sir, we ministers should not be able to understand the emperor’s pain, let alone add salt to the emperor’s wounds? How about adding salt to the emperor’s wounds?”
Of course, the civil servants were not very good at talking, and they demolished the British government in just a few seconds.
Just when the nobles were sweating for the British Duke, Zhang Fu stood up, bowed deeply to Zhu Gaochi, and hissed: "Your Majesty, I deserve to die, I shouldn't have said such foolish words! Such a spoiler!"
The civil servants couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, but the nobles' hearts fell to the bottom. Everyone thought that the British Duke had given up.
Zhu Gaochi's face turned pale and he was about to speak, but he saw Zhang Fu's eyes turned red and he actually shed tears. Then he heard him choke and said: "My Zhang Fu's father died early. In my heart, the late emperor is like my father."
Same. I miss my family even more during the festive season. During this big holiday, I miss my late emperor..."
As he said this, the British public servant broke down in tears. Civil servants cannot explain the truth. I am talking to you about feelings! Damn you, you are crying!
It didn't matter that he was crying, it immediately caused Cheng Guogong and others to join in the mourning. The nobles had suffered a year of grievances, and now they were letting it out. The crying became louder and louder, completely covering up the singing and dancing in the palace.
, the sound of firecrackers outside the palace!
Zhu Gaochi's face was livid, and his hands under the case were trembling, but he couldn't control the attack. He could only watch the performance of the nobles coldly. After they finished mourning, he said coldly: "I didn't think carefully. Since you all
The Qing family feels that today's banquet is inappropriate, so let's break up."
After saying that, the emperor suddenly stood up and left quickly with the help of the eunuch.
As soon as Zhu Gaochi left, the nobles immediately stopped crying and looked at Yang Shiqi and others coldly. The civil servants were very angry when they saw that they were bullying the emperor so unabashedly. They saw that both sides were about to take action. Fortunately,
There were also veterans such as Jian Yi and Xia Yuanji who were recognized by the civil servants and military generals, so they persuaded the two sides to leave.
That's why we didn't create an eternal scandal involving civil and military fights on the first day of the new year.
But they left the palace angrily, and the civil servants and military commanders walking on both sides with clear distinctions knew very well that today they had only temporarily suppressed the conflict, and in the near future, conflicts would definitely break out!
The next day, the second day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Rong and Yang Shiqi took the opportunity to pay New Year greetings and went to visit Jin Youzi who was recuperating at home.
The three of them were life-and-death friends who wore the same pair of trousers, so naturally they had nothing to hide. Jin Youzi's son directly brought the two bachelors into his father's bedroom.
As soon as he entered, Er Yang smelled a strong smell of medicine. Yang Rong looked at Jin Youzi, who was lying on the bed with a sallow face and seemed to be breathing in and out of breath. He laughed and cursed: "What kind of medicine should I take during the Chinese New Year? I am not afraid of bad luck."
"You still care so much at this time?" Jin Youzi smiled bitterly: "Saving your life is more important."
"I think it's important to save face." Yang Shiqi looked at the prescription on the table and said abruptly.
The corner of Jin Youzi's mouth twitched, and when he saw Eryang looking at him with a condescending look on his face, he knew that his little trick could not fool these two people. He could only smile bitterly and said: "What, you saw that I was acting?
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"Well, you tried too hard." Yang Shiqi smiled narrowly and said: "The traces of the performance are too heavy. Have you listened to too many dramas or read too many history books? I don't know whether you can do both accurately."
"Hey..." Jin Youzi sat up at once, and his movements were brisk and lifeless. He rubbed his face vigorously, rubbed off a layer of yellow mask, and sighed: "You should also know how embarrassing I am in Jinan.
, How can I still have the nerve to return to Beijing without resorting to such a cruel trick?"