Chapter 65 Weeping Tomb, Official Registration (4)
"How did this happen?" Gui Fu walked around the palace, glaring at the ministers in the room with angry eyes, "You are an actor, and you didn't even ask about his details, so you just hurriedly asked the emperor for an order.
No one in history has done anything like you!"
"Lieutenant, this was our oversight..." Hong Lisan had no choice but to come out and confess, "But this is the person General Liu asked for, so I couldn't say much. I was so anxious that I didn't think too much about it."
"The responsibility lies with Mr. Liu, right?" Gui Fu yelled.
"I have absolutely no intention of doing this..."
"It's too late to talk about this! Don't delay, think of a way quickly, don't let the emperor embarrass you!" Guisu slammed the table several times.
Hong Lisan was so blinded by the scolding that his whole face turned pale, and he just stood there in a daze without saying a word.
It was Li Wenshou who had a clearer mind and made the only feasible proposal: "Otherwise... Your Majesty would like to issue another edict to grant Cai Xianqing a regular status as a favor, so that the officer in charge of the Ministry of War can accept it calmly."
When Gui Fu heard what he said, he felt much relieved and looked up at everyone: "What do you think of Deputy Li's idea of joining politics?"
"Very good, very good." Hong Lisan and others echoed.
"Go ahead." He waved his hand, and the ministers withdrew one after another.
"Mr. Cai," Ye Yongjia opened the door to the study, suppressed a smile, and looked at Cai Xianqing with a serious face, "the imperial court has something to ask you."
"A good thing or a bad thing?" Cai Xianqing took off his Western glasses and walked over, "Could it be that... the edict for reform is here?"
"I don't know, maybe, maybe it's a good thing." After Ye Yongjia finished speaking, he quickly turned around and laughed.
Cai Xianqing was still worried and pulled his shoulder and asked: "Hey, Tinglong, are you telling the truth?"
"Not only is it true, but it's also a double happiness!" Ye Yongjia said, "You first go to pay homage to the imperial conferment, and then go to Mr. Jie to receive your official uniform. If you become a leader here in the future, you will be a serious person!"
Cai Xianqing opened her mouth wide, her eyes were shining with golden light, she passed her trembling fingers across the bridge of her nose, pointed at herself and murmured a few words, then she patted her chest and laughed heartily.
"Okay!" He walked around the room twice and stamped his feet again, "Okay!"
"Damn it, I'm not an actor from now on!" He said and wanted to take off his brown shorts. "Look who doesn't call me master, but calls me lord! They finally don't dare to expose my shortcomings...
Relieve your anger, relieve your anger!"
"You still need to put on these clothes for a while. It won't be too late to change them after a while." Ye Yongjia pressed his hand anxiously.
Xianqing raised his hand: "I understand, you can't throw away these clothes. Keep them as a souvenir!" He urged Ye Yongjia to lead the way and strode out of the study.
'I regard the Cai family as a grassroots person who is in harmony with the emperor and his ministers. He has made great contributions to the dynasty. Although he is in a humble position, he is still able to make clever plans. Although he is in a low position, he can still worry about the court. His heart can be learned and I deeply want to be praised. Therefore, I consult with the officials and collect public opinions.
, it is appropriate for them to return to their hometowns. Now I wish them to be good citizens, so do not disappoint me!'
These words kept popping up in Cai Xianqing's mind. Although he was old and had a poor memory, the sonorous and powerful words of the messenger were still like an engraved inscription that he could not forget.
"Master Cai, Mr. Jie asked you to put on your clothes quickly." A minor official urged, holding a box containing official uniforms and hats.
"Ah, eh?" Cai Xianqing was not used to the title 'sir' yet, "Call me?"
"yes."
Cai Xianqing smiled. He took the official uniform with great ease, put it on himself, stretched his arms hard, and pulled every fold on the clothes, and then he was done.
He finally took the official hat, carefully rubbed the black gauze on it, then raised it high above his head and placed it on his head.
"Isn't there a mirror?"
"Yes. Take a look, sir." The clerk took a bronze mirror and looked at his face. It was indeed full of spring.
This 'gorgeous' outfit actually made Cai Xianqing feel as if he was more than ten years younger. He slapped his cheeks a few times with satisfaction and bowed respectfully to Jie Wenwu in the hall: "Cai Xianqing, the head of the Ministry of Military Affairs, pays homage to the Master!"
After this day, Cai Xianqing officially appeared in the Ministry of War. Like the Hunan people, he built a house by a river, bought servants, and held banquets in the hall all day long, inviting guests to drink, and rejoicing.
After a while, Xianqing enjoyed enough and felt that the Hunan people had made great contributions, so he sent someone to give him another twenty taels of silver as a gift of thanks.
When the Xiang people saw the people coming from the Cai Mansion, they could not refuse in every possible way, so they had to say: "I only accept ten taels of silver from your master. My late brother's tomb cost him a lot of thought, and it was only completed recently. It's a pity that he has never been able to express his gratitude. In addition, he spent a lot of time on the tomb.
These ten taels should be regarded as my return gift."
Xianqing's servant couldn't refuse anymore, so he took ten taels of silver and went back.
After seeing off their guests, the Xiang people prepared to go to the tomb to pay homage to their brother. Since they did not bring any family members, they were afraid that the grave of their brother would be too deserted, so they paid for more than thirty people to play music and ordered them to wear plain clothes.
clothes, standing by the tomb.
Today's weather is not very good. Dark clouds cover the sky above, and there is a light rain, which wets the Xiang people's robes. The Hunan people have already arrived, and he didn't have time to put on his rain gear, so his hair is a little wet.
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The Xiang people dismounted and saw that the tomb was built on a hill, with stone steps leading directly to the top of the mountain. The road was lined with pines and cypresses, making it look solemn and secretive.
He didn't feel the cold, and the oncoming raindrops didn't speed up his pace, but made him walk heavier. Every step he took, he thought back to his brother in the hospital bed. The situation that day was just like today, everything was gloomy and dull.
Gradually, he walked up to the top of the mountain and looked at the courtyard surrounded by several white walls in front of him - he was already soaked through.
When the Xiang people walked into the courtyard, the tomb with the words "Passing Chu Zi's Tomb" immediately appeared in front of them. The writing was clearly visible in the cold rain.
At this moment, the percussion teams on both sides were playing gongs and drums in unison, and the hospital bed in his memory seemed to have a few rays of white light, and his brother's eyes seemed to be vaguely opened.
When he saw his brother's appearance, he hurried forward and knelt on the bluestone. There were only a few left-over clothes in front of him, and no one was there.
"Brother!" Xiangren cried loudly again. He kept shouting these two words. The more the wind drowned out the voice, the louder it became until it reached the ears of everyone present.
"Brother, didn't you say you want to hear what I say?" Xiangren wiped his red eyes, "That's enough for now..."
"If you still can't hear, then I'll tell you the good news..." As he said that, he looked up at the playing team and shouted loudly: "Fire the gun!"
Then, everyone raised their earthen guns and fired them toward the sky, causing a deafening sound to surround the tomb.