Chapter two hundred and ninety second prison visit
At dusk, Qin Fu, the eunuch in charge of the Qianqing Palace and the royal horse supervisor, came back from doing business outside. He passed through the Longzong Gate and passed by the Yangxin Hall, and "accidentally met" Dai Yong, the eunuch Bingbi, the superintendent of rituals.
"Old Qin! Today there are four more memorials to impeach your brother!" Dai Yong said with a smile.
When Qin Fu heard this, he said angrily: "Four letters yesterday, and four letters today! These foreign officials really have nothing to do! What are you always doing to keep an eye on our younger brother!"
Dai Yong clicked his tongue a few times: "It's not good for your brother to hit anyone, but he hit Feng En's young child and his widowed mother. He just stirred up a hornet's nest."
Qin Fu said angrily: "My brother has been in the country for a long time and does not understand the dangers of the world. He must have been plotted by someone! Or there is some misunderstanding!"
After saying this, Dai Yong entered the Nourishing Heart Hall.
Qin Fu turned around, twitched his eyebrows a few times, and tried not to be elated. He returned to the Qianqing Palace and went to the audience as usual.
Emperor Jiajing asked casually: "In the past few days, there have been many memorials to impeach your brother Mai Xiang. Did you ever know about it?"
Qin Fu replied cautiously: "Someone always talks about it, so I have heard about it."
Emperor Jiajing was very surprised and said: "Then why didn't you mention it to me?"
Qin Fu replied: "I am not on duty as the Supervisor of Ceremonies, so I should not have predicted the memorials from other dynasties, so if I heard them, I would just pretend that I had not heard them and just stick to my duty."
Emperor Jiajing asked: "Don't you want to plead for your family?"
Qin Fu took the opportunity to speak and said: "Since I entered the palace, I have devoted myself to serving Your Majesty, so I changed my surname and stopped interacting with my family in order to isolate myself from the world and serve in the palace wholeheartedly!"
I don’t want my family to be used as a weapon, so I beg your majesty to expel Mai Xiang back to his hometown, or give him severe punishment. Anyway, don’t let him enter the capital, so that I can put my mind at ease!"
Emperor Jiajing sighed: "It's rare to have a person who understands righteousness like you." Then he said bitterly: "Not a fool like Huo Tao!"
Huo Tao and Mai Xiang were impeached together. If you want Huo Tao to be given a lighter punishment, then Mai Xiang's punishment should be harsher to stop the public from talking.
That's why Emperor Jiajing praised Qin Fu so eloquently, saying that Qin Fu was a man who understood righteousness.
You know, there were only a few heroes in the Great Ceremony, and Emperor Jiajing was still reluctant to throw them away casually. Even if the outer court seized the opportunity and continued to criticize Huo Tao, Emperor Jiajing also had a headache.
When it came to foreign affairs, Qin Fu kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
Qin Dewei did not know that there was another big quarrel between the DPRK and the Central Government, and the trigger was the incident of Huo Tao and Mai Xiang beating up the official family members.
At this time, he was training Feng Xingke, or in other words, doing psychological construction in advance.
After all, what Feng Xingke is asked to do next is really a test of his psychological quality, not to mention that Feng Xingke is only a twelve-year-old boy.
Wang Tingxiang, the censor of Zuodu, sent someone to send him a uniform of official turban, and sent a message to Qin Dewei to wear the clothes tomorrow and prepare for others to pick him up.
Although he didn't say anything clearly, Qin Dewei could probably guess that he was going to dress up like a petty official and then go to the Ministry of Punishment Prison to cover up others' eyes.
The next day, an official came to Qin Dewei and introduced himself as Zhao Chun, the prison chief of the Ministry of Punishment.
Prison Chief, this official name means he is in charge of prison cells in the Ministry of Punishment.
Qin Dewei followed Director Zhao without saying a word. He wore official uniform and pretended to be Zhao Chun's subordinate and entourage.
The journey went smoothly into the Ministry of Punishment and then to the west prison, which is also commonly known as the Heavenly Prison.
Even with the supervisor, Zhao Chun, no one stopped Qin Dewei. He walked through the narrow passage and entered the prison unimpeded.
After crossing the front hall and continuing deeper, they came to an independent cell. Zhao Chun opened the door and stopped, signaling Qin Dewei to go in by himself.
This cell is still small in size, but it is fairly clean, and it looks like a place where you can enjoy preferential treatment.
Qin Dewei thought to himself, it seems Wang Tingxiang is right, Mr. Feng has someone to take care of him here.
At this time, Feng En was sitting on the bedside with his knees in his arms, his mind wandering and he didn't know what philosophical issues to think about anymore.
Qin Dewei called out softly: "Master Feng!"
When Feng En heard someone calling him, he withdrew his mind and looked with the faint light. He was also surprised and couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Qin Dewei?"
Qin Dewei walked closer and took a closer look. He saw that Mr. Feng was wearing a rough prison uniform with holes in it. His original baby face was also sunken, and a few scars could be vaguely seen on his face.
I felt sad for Mr. Feng for a few seconds. How could a person born as a young master have ever suffered like this?
Feng En asked hurriedly: "Why are you here?"
"Of course I'm here to save you! As I said, one day you go to jail and if you pay ten times the lawyer's fee, I will come to get you!" Qin Dewei answered straightforwardly.
Feng En said impassionedly: "Why come to rescue!"
Qin Dewei couldn't help complaining: "I asked you to be careful about your words and actions, why didn't you listen? Looking at you now, are you being used as a gun again?"
Mr. Feng shook his head and said: "It's not that someone instigated me to say this, but I just wanted to say it. When I was in Nanjing, I didn't feel unfair in my heart and just muddle along.
After I arrived in the capital, I saw too many things that were unpleasant to my eyes, and I really didn’t want to complain about them, so I took the opportunity to speak out."
Qin Dewei originally wanted to complain a few words such as "You are causing trouble for me again", but when Feng En said this, he could not complain at all.
Qin Dewei thought for a while and whispered: "I will show you the way. If you can follow it, you can be released from prison immediately."
"Tell me about it?" Feng En is more confident in Qin Dewei than in himself.
Qin Dewei said tentatively: "The emperor's wish has not yet been completed, and the great ceremony is far from over. If you can write a memorial and advocate that the emperor should enter the Ancestral Temple, the emperor will definitely appreciate you!"
Qin Dewei, who is familiar with history, knows that from now until about the eighteenth year of Jiajing, the Great Rites Conference actually entered its second stage.
The main issue is the issue of Jiajing's biological father, Emperor Xingxian, attaching the temple. Simply put, it is whether Emperor Xingxian can enter the Imperial Ancestral Temple, but now the pits in the Imperial Ancestral Temple are full.
Feng En said angrily: "What a bad idea are you talking about? I would rather sit in jail than do anything to undermine the leadership with your flattery!"
Qin Dewei sighed, he came up with this method just in case.
As expected, for many ministers at that time, they would rather lose their official positions than show sycophancy on orthodox issues.
Feng En felt that his emotional intelligence might be low again, so he changed the subject and said: "Stop talking about these things, write me a poem to help me leave a name for future generations!"
"Okay, no problem!" Qin Dewei agreed.
Feng En couldn't wait to say: "Then tell me quickly and let me see what kind of poetry it is!"
Qin Dewei argued: "It will be done when I get out. Even if I write poems to praise you, it will be for others to see. What's the use of you, the person involved, hearing it!"
"I want to hear it now!"
"If you want to persist, let's wait until you are released from prison!"