Anyone who is familiar with the history of the Ming Dynasty knows that in the Ming Dynasty, if a minister bluntly stated that he was beaten with a stick by the court, it was a matter of honor.
Especially in the later stages, they become more and more perverted, and some people deliberately deceive the imperial staff.
Historically, the reason why Feng En was so famous at that time was because his operation was more powerful than a stick. After violating Yan Jin's remonstrance, he was sentenced to death by judicial procedures.
If someone who is beaten with a royal stick is considered a diamond-level clean player, then why should he be considered a king if he is sentenced to death?
Therefore, Feng Encai became famous at that time and achieved the title of the Four Iron Censors.
Of course, Qin Dewei knew the above history. At this time, he was standing outside the prison door of the Criminal Department, waiting for Feng En to be escorted out.
Not long after, Mr. Feng was seen wearing tattered prison clothes, getting out of the narrow door of the cell, bathing in the long-lost sunshine.
Although the spring sun was not strong, it still made Feng En's eyes a little uncomfortable and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.
When he could see the people around him clearly, he found a familiar figure in front of him, and asked in surprise: "Can I send you off from here?"
Qin Dewei replied calmly: "I'm not here to see you off, but I'm going with you. Today I'm here to answer your question on your behalf."
They are all so familiar, Master Feng knows Qin Dewei very well.
When Qin Dewei seems to be jumping more and more, it is often the time when he is more confident, but today Qin Dewei is a bit calm.
So Mr. Feng couldn't help but ask: "Why do I feel that you seem to feel guilty?"
Qin Dewei sighed and chanted: "The millet is separated from the ground, and the seedlings of the rice are moving forward and backward, and the center is shaking."
These are all from the Book of Songs. Feng En was very puzzled and added the following sentences: "Those who know me say that I am worried; those who don't know me say that what do I want?"
At this moment, Qin Dewei's mood was indeed like this.
In order for Mr. Feng not to be sentenced to death, Qin Dewei must work hard today.
However, if Mr. Feng did not have the aura of death penalty, he would have lost the opportunity to become famous in the world and leave his mark in history.
Sighing again, Qin Dewei recited the last two lines of this poem: "Who is here in the long sky!"
The atmosphere was in place, Master Feng's face fell. Was he going to die?
As a senior politician for seven years, Mr. Feng certainly knows that many cases have been resolved before they are judged. Has he been abandoned?
Qin Dewei suddenly felt that the two men were too stupid to recite the Book of Songs here. He pointed outside and said concisely: "Let's go."
Do you even talk so little? Master Feng was secretly sad, stretched out his hand and pressed Qin Dewei's shoulder, saying nothing.
Presumably Qin Dewei came here just to see him for the last time.
At this time, more than a dozen people gathered outside the gate of the Criminal Department, and these were the ones who really came to see him off.
This is normal. After all, Mr. Feng also has a social circle of the same age, fellow villagers, and bedfellows. There will always be people coming.
Jia Yingchun, a doctor in the Criminal Department, Zhao Wenhua, the chief of documents, and Zhao Chun, the chief of jails, together with a number of jailers, escorted Feng En out. They wanted to pass through the West City and go to the right gate of Chang'an.
Although time was a bit tight, Feng En still stopped and briefly said hello to his friends at the entrance of the criminal department.
Someone asked Qin Dewei: "Did Qin Sheng write anything for Mr. Feng?"
Qin Dewei shook his head and said, "Not yet."
Zhao Chun, the prison supervisor, said: "Let's write a little. Feng Jun loves to read Qin Sheng's poems. When he was in prison, he often stared at the words you left on the wall."
In order to heighten the atmosphere, Qin Dewei said: "Yes, yes, I will give you a five-character poem as a gift to Mr. Feng.
The poem says, "Singing generously to Yan City, being a prisoner of Chu calmly. Leading the sword to become a quick one, and living up to the good man's head!"
Everyone cheered: "Good! You are so bold and cheerful!"
Mr. Feng held back his tears and was secretly sad. Is the knife fast? The head? Qin Dewei started to write death poems. Is he really going to die?
Qin Dewei looked at Mr. Feng who was depressed and completely uncooperative, and was very dissatisfied.
Everyone is trying their best to help you, Mr. Feng, to build momentum. Who are you looking at with such a blank look on your face? Are you sensible?
I put this song at the bottom of my box. I originally planned to use it for myself when I had the chance, but I gave it to you as a gift. Is this your attitude?
Perhaps everyone felt that the atmosphere was not warm enough, perhaps because the five-character quatrain was too short and weak. Someone suggested: "One more song!"
Qin Dewei cursed secretly. He originally had a strong one and planned to use it when walking through the streets or walking to the right gate of Chang'an, but he had to move it here in advance.
Staring hard at Mr. Feng for wasting his talent, Qin Dewei sang in a passionate voice:
"When you are born, you will be China, and when you die, you will be Ming Dynasty. An inch of elixir is heavy, and seven feet is light!"
Weibi Wenshan is here, and he is also confined to Yanjing. Huang Guan's hometown is here, and it is not the sweetheart of your heart!
Your majestic spirit turns into the thunder of the wind, and your soul turns into the sun and stars!
It is still enough to leave the foundation for thousands of sacrifices, and the integrity will last for thousands of years!"
The atmosphere finally reached a climax, and everyone once again cheered loudly: "I am willing to sing for Mr. Feng!"
Mr. Feng finally couldn't stand listening anymore. In front of a dying person like him, just live, die, and live, okay?
Who are these people who are riding horses? They are about to die, but they only know how to chant poems and applaud here!
Without looking back, he shook off everyone who came to see him off and strode towards the street.
Qin Dewei quickly explained a few words to everyone: "Feng Jun may be too excited. Normally I don't do much singing with him, but today there are so many, maybe it has a big impact on him."
Then he trotted after the Criminal Department and Feng En's group, complaining to Master Feng from behind: "Today is your big day, cheer up!"
Feng En didn't want to say anything, so he just lowered his head and walked away quickly, giving Qin Dewei a slap on the back of his head.
After passing through Xicheng, the group came to the right gate of Chang'an and stopped again. There were procedures required to enter. After all, there were prisoners and jailers, so they couldn't come in or out at will.
Sancho, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, was waiting here. He was ordered by Wang Tingxiang to take Qin Dewei in with a certificate stamped with the Customs and Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
There were many passing officials outside the right gate of Chang'an. When they saw the people from the Ministry of Punishment, they all stopped and watched.
Feng En's old mother Wu also came and stood across the street, looking at her son.
Thinking of his white-haired mother giving him a black-haired one, and thinking that he would no longer be able to support his mother in the future, Feng En couldn't help but burst into tears and kowtowed in her mother's direction frequently.
Seeing this scene, a certain poet-composer who had no emotion opened his mouth and chanted:
"It's strange that you are worried and anxious. The clouds and forests block the wind. The world is full of resistance. Who will see the empty book again?"
Even if we die, we will be grateful, and if we survive, it will be just. I am sad for my dear friends, and I look to the east of the five lakes with regret."
After Qin Dewei finished reciting, he nodded with satisfaction. He had already thought of giving Mr. Feng some more poems to make up for it.
The one who stepped on the horse again was dead or alive, and the one who still stepped on the horse was in front of his old mother. Mr. Feng felt that his heart was going to be broken.
"That's enough!" Unable to bear it anymore, Feng En shouted to Qin Dewei: "I never expected that you, Qin Dewei, would be so ruthless, so cold-blooded, and so unreasonable!"
Qin Dewei was stunned and subconsciously responded: "Where are you ruthless, cold-blooded, and unreasonable?"
Mr. Feng said angrily: "Where are you not ruthless, where are you not cold-blooded, where are you not unreasonable?"
Who is making trouble today? Qin Dewei refuted: "No matter how ruthless, cold-blooded or unreasonable I am, I will never be more ruthless, cold-blooded or unreasonable than you!"
Master Feng: ""
I can’t take it anymore, what should I do?
A man who rides a horse shouldn't quarrel with Qin Dewei! Will starting to fight at this time make him look angry after the quarrel?
