Ye An sat up in his sleep and suddenly realized that he had not changed anything. In his memory, Wang Qinruo was reactivated after Renzong succeeded to the throne and was dismissed within a few years.
In this way, the time coincided, and I had not remembered the reason for his resignation before, but when I fell asleep early this morning, I suddenly remembered it.
That was a very simple description in the "History of the Song Dynasty", but the four words "Wu Zhi's Prison" were recalled from his memory as clearly as a knife and an ax.
Qin Mumu turned over and hung on Ye An's body like a sloth, and asked in a mumble: "What's wrong? You sat up before dawn? It's not like you are giving lectures in the palace today."
Looking at the increasingly mature Qin Mumu, Ye An could only lie down carefully: "I had a dream."
"Nightmare? I had it every day when I first arrived in Tokyo. After I met you, I never had it again..."
Ye An smiled silently while lying on the bed. The two lonely people gave each other a sense of security, which was indeed very reassuring, and the shackles in their hearts slowly relaxed.
"Actually, it's not really a dream. I just remembered something, something I had forgotten before."
Qin Mumu giggled foolishly on the side: "This is a psychological phenomenon. Memory flashback is when you see a new scene and feel that you have seen it before. It seems that you have been there before. It is actually a memory cell.
The temporary short-circuit caused us to make wrong judgments and store the mistakes that just occurred in the memory bank. Some people call this predicting the future... fools."
Ye An smiled bitterly and said: "It would be great if that were the case, but in fact I learned this period of history in class, and I came to history and experienced it for real, and it still has something to do with me.
"
Qin Mumu, who was still in a daze, suddenly jumped up. Ye An could see the excitement in his big eyes through the dim light coming in from the window!
"What happened?! Could it be related to Wu Zhi and Wang Qinruo?! This is so amazing. Did it change the result? What about the process?! In this way, it becomes a philosophical question. Is what you experienced in the past the same as you now?
What we have created is an extremely interesting paradox!!”
Ye An hesitated to speak, he himself was confused, frowned and said: "The result has not changed, but the process has changed. There must be no me in the history we are familiar with, that is to say, even if I don't do anything,
, Yu E did not hand over the gold to Wang Qinruo, Wu Zhi would also be suspicious, and his followers would leak the news. If you are not a psychology student, why are you concerned about philosophical issues? Do you know the theory of relativity? "
"Won't!"
"Then it has nothing to do with you. Only Einstein comes to solve this mystery. No, it might be useless even if he comes. The theory of relativity is not omnipotent. Go to sleep!"
Qin Mumu tilted her head and then lay down: "Tch - you said so yourself, don't you always say that you'll take care of yourself now? We're living a good life now, but our goals are too ambitious, so take your time.
That’s it.”
Ye An smiled bitterly and said: "I am just worried about this problem. It seems that nothing I do can change the outcome of history. Wang Qinruo's incident is the best illustration."
"Then we have to work harder. The goal is there. The butterfly's wings are already flapping. Maybe changes have happened inadvertently and you don't know it?"
Ye An felt the same, maybe there was an unintentional change, but he didn't notice it...
Wu Zhi's incident caused an uproar in Tokyo. This was not deliberately promoted by Ye An. On the contrary, it was because of the verbal and written criticism among civil servants.
Although Wang Qinruo is worthy of being the husband, he does not deserve the title. He is capable and has means, but unfortunately no one likes him. There are too many people in the court who hate his character, except for the confidants he promoted.
Apart from that, no one from civil servants to military generals had a positive opinion of him.
You can imagine how unpopular such a person is in the court. People in the world regard him as a traitor. No wonder the people in Tokyo privately call him a traitor.
When such a person is attacked by a group, no one is willing to lend a helping hand to him. Of course, more people have an attitude of watching the show. Even those he once promoted, most of them choose to protect themselves wisely.
From the beginning, Liu E did not intend for him to be active in the court of Tokyo City for a long time. As soon as the scandal emerged, Liu E summoned Wang Qinruo alone.
After all, he was the prime minister in the court, and it was Liu E who stood him up to fight against Wang Zeng and Wang Qinruo. Now, even if he wants to remove the prime minister, he still needs to be comforted in private.
Even though Wang Qinruo knew that this consolation was meaningless, he still entered the palace to confront Liu E and stood respectfully opposite Liu E in the Qinzheng Hall.
"Ms. Wang, Wu Zhi's matter has been targeted by the imperial censor. Why would a smart man like you do such a stupid thing? It chills the heart of this palace and chills the hearts of the officials!"
Wang Qinruo smiled bitterly, but what he saw when he raised his head was Liu E with a smile on his face. He suddenly understood in his heart: "I thought I had offended the Marquis of Yunzhong, but I forgot my own weight. Ye An would not use such means.
, surrender with all your heart!”
These words made Liu E unhappy. She felt that Wang Qinruo seemed to be saying that he was the instigator behind the scenes. She looked at Wang Qinruo with a half-smile and said: "There are only you and my monarch in the palace. I will not hide this from you. This matter is very serious."
With my permission!"
"Oh?!" Wang Qinruo was slightly shocked. In his opinion, Wu Zhi's prison was planned by Liu E behind the scenes, in order to be justified in dismissing the prime minister.
Liu E's words broke his cognition, and Wang Qinruo fell into deep thought. He never understood how Ye An did all this?
Apart from Liu E, Wang Qinruo really couldn't think of anyone else who could design him like this. Wang Zeng and Lu Yijian had this ability, but they cherished their feathers and would not attack him easily. If it was a coincidence, Wang Qinruo didn't believe it in the world.
Such a perfect coincidence.
But if everything is said to be Ye An's handwriting, he still can't figure out where Ye An got the news from, and how he can connect these things cleverly. The plot is so wonderful that even himself
Thinking back on it, I find it incredible.
Wang Qinruo stared blankly at the deep caisson in the palace. The colorful paintings on the carved pillars were full of that tepid young smiling face. If, if it was really the method of this young man, then his vision and planning were too terrifying.
A little more.
With a long sigh, Wang Qinruo looked at Liu E with a relieved smile, raised his finger and pointed at the tumor on his neck and said with a smile: "I was a Jinshi in the third year of Chunhua. I was appreciated by the late Emperor Xuan Ma and paid homage to the prime minister. I have done righteous things.
I have done too much to follow the trend, to seek benefits for the people, and to cater to the late emperor. I know the saint’s intention of worshiping the prime minister, so naturally I will not get entangled angrily today. Instead, I would like to thank the saint for his appreciation of his ability to govern the country. I am deeply grateful!”
This can be regarded as revealing the truth. As a minister, he was able to say this before he resigned as prime minister, which really surprised Liu E.
But Wang Qinruo surprised her far more than that. After saying all this, Wang Qinruo took out a memorandum from his sleeve and carefully placed it on the shelf in the palace. He turned around and said: "I am now sixty-two, Feng
The disease is getting more and more serious. Sometimes I have a splitting headache, and sometimes my arm twitches and it is difficult to hold a pen. I am resigning today and hope that the saint will do it for me!"