I will live forever in the Ming Dynasty and see you for a long time Chapter 110 The Emperor doesn’t want to leave a prosperous world to his children and grandchildren?
Chapter 110 The Emperor doesn’t want to leave a prosperous world to his children and grandchildren?
"Master Li, Li Qianhu..."
There was a call at the door outside the house.
Li Qing put down the Great Ming Law in his hand, stood up and came to the courtyard, "It's Li Yu. It's almost dusk. You are here in such a hurry. What happened?"
"Sir, the commander has ordered the Jin Yiwei in Beijing to find a man named Mr. Li." Li Yu said urgently, "This Mr. Li is the person the emperor has named.
Sir, this is a good opportunity for our Jinyiwei team to make meritorious deeds. If we go late, we will be robbed by others."
"Oh, okay."
Li Qing didn't have time to think too much, and he didn't care about going to Zuixian Tower for a romantic affair later in the evening. He hurried back to the house and hung up the tooth tag of Qianhu Yiqianhu, "Let's go, I'll tell you on the way."
"How old is this person, where is he from, what is his identity... Do you have any clues?"
"Don't worry, sir. When the imperial envoy delivers the order, the humble official will be nearby." Li Yu chuckled and said, "At that time, I sent a trustworthy brother to Zuixian Tower."
"Okay...ah?" Li Qing stopped and asked, "Go to Zuixian Tower?"
"Well, that's where the poem came from. Now it's spread all over the capital. Mr. Li, who wrote the poem, is famous. The emperor wants to see him."
"ha?
Poems?" Li Qing muttered, "Oh shit, there are no mobile phones or the Internet, how can it be transmitted so fast?
It was fine early in the morning, but for most of the day, why did everyone in the capital know about it?"
"Sir, what are you talking about?" Li Yu scratched his head, and then said in a hurry, "Oh, let's go first.
The other Jin Yiwei are probably arriving at Zuixian Tower soon, so if they can ask about Mr. Li's appearance and draw his shadow first, they will have an extra advantage."
"Why is the emperor looking for Mr. Li?" Li Qing asked.
"I don't know about this humble position." Li Yu shook his head, "The Holy Order only said that Mr. Li must be brought into the palace early tomorrow morning.
Oh, my lord, let’s hurry up!”
"There's no rush." Li Qing smiled and said, "Don't worry, no one can take away this credit. Let's go to Zhenfusi Yamen."
"No...are you looking for someone?"
"What's that Mr. Li's last name?" Li Qing asked.
Li Yu thought for a while and said, "It should be Li."
Li Qing smiled and said, "My surname is also Li."
"Sir, my surname is also Li." Li Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Idiot!" Li Qing glared at him, "I am that Mr. Li, and I wrote that poem."
"ah?"
"Ah what?" Li Qing said angrily, "Let's leave quickly."
…
The back hall of Zhenfu Division.
Mao Xiang was eating melon leisurely. When he saw Li Qing coming over, he immediately put the melon into a food box filled with ice cubes, not forgetting to close the lid.
After wiping his hands, he said slowly, "Didn't I ask the Imperial Guards in Beijing to find Mr. Li?
What are you doing here?"
"Back to my lord, I have found Mr. Li." Li Qing looked at the food box and swallowed.
"Oh?" Mao Xiang regained his energy and said angrily when he saw Li Qing just staring at the food box, "Let's talk while eating."
"Thank you, sir." Li Qing was not polite. He opened the lid and twisted it twice, then said with a smile, "Sir, let's just say, is it possible that this Mr. Li is in a humble position?"
"you?"
Mao Xiang smiled disdainfully, then frowned and asked suspiciously: "Is it really you?"
Li Qing nodded: "In a humble position, you don't dare to lie to your superiors."
Mao Xiang was startled. Although he rationally believed that Li Qing had no guts to lie to him, he still didn't believe it. "That poem was really written by you?"
Li Qing said with a smile: "Boss, even if I dare to lie to you, I wouldn't dare to lie to the emperor, right?"
"That's true." Mao Xiang nodded slowly, "You guys are very capable. You have really stirred up the situation this time. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, we will see the emperor's attitude and your response."
"Isn't that true?" Li Qing was speechless, "Boss, I'm timid, don't scare me."
"Who scared you?" Mao Xiang rolled his eyes, "The matter has been brought to the emperor. Do you really think it's just because of a poem?"
"What's that for?"
"..." Mao Xiang looked at him steadily, "Do you really not understand, or are you pretending to be confused?"
Li Qing scratched his head, "Please give me some advice, Commander!"
"I won't reveal the answer to you until the emperor summons you." Mao Xiang leaned back in his chair again, "Also, don't eat it, leave two pieces for me."
Li Qing had no choice but to take back the hand holding the melon, and said with a dry smile: "Boss, you don't give me an answer, I understand, but I am your subordinate anyway, can you give me a little hint?"
"Well..." Mao Xiang thought for a moment, "Just listen."
"I'm all ears." Li Qing sat upright.
Mao Xiang slowly spit out two words: "Politics!"
That's it?
Li Qing said blankly, "No?"
Mao Xiang nodded, "That's enough."
"..." Li Qing stood up helplessly, "What about the credit for finding Mr. Li this time...?"
"It's yours." Mao Xiang said angrily, "The reward will be added to your salary next month. Also, ask your people to call back the Jin Yiwei who is looking for someone."
"yes."
"etc."
Li Qing turned around and asked, "Do you have any other instructions, sir?"
"You've hidden it pretty well!" Mao Xiang snorted, "Tell me what skills you have and don't hide them. The greater your skills and abilities, the more I like them."
Li Qing thought for a while, "Does fighting count?"
"How many can we hit?"
"Twenty should be fine."
"Twenty children, or Jinyiwei?" Mao Xiang asked.
"...Jinyiwei."
Mao Xiang nodded slightly: "You are bragging as if you are really bragging, but it is still a skill."
"Boss..." Li Qing rolled up his sleeves, exposing his biceps, "I'm really good at fighting!"
"Come on, with your physique, you are at the bottom of our Jinyi Guards." Mao Xiang said angrily, "Come to the Yamen tomorrow and come to the palace with me."
Li Qing bowed his hand and said, "I resign from my humble position."
When he came to the front yard, he told Li Yu and others about the reward and asked them to call back those who were looking for Mr. Li. Li Qing went back.
As dusk fell, he no longer thought about going to Zuixian Tower.
Li Qing was lying on the bed, puzzled. Isn't it just a poem?
Why did it get involved in politics?
He couldn't figure it out, not even Sister Li.
I couldn't sleep well and couldn't calm down while practicing. Last time I just said, "The crime is unforgivable and there are extenuating circumstances" and I got twenty slaps on my butt. This time I got involved in politics.
ok?
Of course, with the status of Empress Ma's attending doctor, there is absolutely no risk for life, but lying on the ground and getting slapped on the board will hurt your self-esteem, okay?
Moreover, if Empress Ma dies, Lao Zhu may very well settle old scores and take his life.
Li Qing felt very stupid.
At the fourth watch, Li Qing got up, washed up, put on Feiyu clothes, and headed to Zhenfu Division.
"Your Majesty, Commander." As soon as Li Qing shouted in front of the back hall door, Mao Xiang came out.
"Let's go."
"Hey." Li Qing nodded and followed, "Boss, should I see the emperor first or treat the empress first?"
"Of course the empress' illness is important." Mao Xiang curled his lips, "Don't take yourself too seriously. You won't let the emperor go to court early and summon you alone."
"That's what the boss said."
Hearing what Mao Xiang said, Li Qing felt relieved.
…
Qianqing Palace.
Queen Ma had just gotten up and was still washing up. She asked in surprise, "Why is it so early today?"
"I've got up now that I've had enough sleep." Li Qing smiled with a bitter look on his face, "I'd like to meet you..."
"No gift."
Queen Ma took the cotton handkerchief handed by the palace maid and wiped her hands, "Are you full from sleep, or can't you sleep?"
She glanced sideways at Li Qing and said, "If I guess correctly, you are that Mr. Li, right?"
"Uh...yes." Li Qing said bravely, "Your Majesty is wise."
Empress Ma put the cotton handkerchief back on the tray, waved her hand, and the maids on the left and right bowed and left. Then she turned around and said:
"Using poetry as a metaphor to reflect the imperial court, Li Qing, you are so brave."
Li Qing:(⊙o⊙)…
"Mother, I don't have one!"
He looked confused, but he also understood why Mao Xiang said it was related to politics, but he just copied a poem from a later generation to show off, so how could he mirror the imperial court?
Damn, what an injustice!
"Let me show you this." Empress Ma walked to the bed and picked up a letter on the bedside. "This is the annotation of the Hanlin Academy."
Li Qing quickly stepped forward and took it with both hands. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he saw it.
The fifteenth year of the graceful Yan Ji refers to the fifteenth year of Hongwu; the trees sprouting flowers refer to the new atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty; the pity is always mistaken for the waist, referring to the bad government of the court...
Every sentence and every word is 'annotated', and the author's thoughts and feelings are also written down. Even the author's psychological activities when writing the lyrics are written in 500 words, which is more than the number of words in a primary school composition.
Li Qing was stunned. He finally knew what it meant: Whether an article is beautiful or not depends entirely on the scholar's mouth!
The poem only has 60 words in total, but the translation is as high as 3,000. This can no longer be said to be an over-interpretation; it is simply a perverted interpretation.
But the explanation was so well-founded that he, the 'original author', was speechless.