Yang Fan walked up the stairs, and there was only Lin Yueru on the second floor of the huge building.
At this time, Lin Yueru was facing away from Yang Fan, standing in front of the railing, looking at the capital city in the dusk, with thousands of lights shining like stars, not knowing what she was thinking.
Lin Yueru's willow waist is slender and fragile, which makes people feel pity for her.
It was obvious that she was under a lot of pressure, her back was bleak and she was slightly stooped.
This period of time has not been easy for them. The outcome has been decided, and it is pointless for them to hold on now. It's just a matter of time.
"Cherish the river boat and brave the summer heat, and your thoughts will become clearer one night."
We must pursue life and death from the root, and do not argue with tributaries about turbidity and purity.
Kunai Shiru made a wild guess and searched for favors from outside the physical world.
How can conscience be arranged? This thing is made from mud."
Lin Yueru heard Yang Fan coming up, but without turning around, she recited a poem.
Yang Fan knew that this was a poem by Wang Yangming. His grandfather taught him to memorize it when he was a child. It was the third verse of "The Rhyme of Ci Qian" in Wang Yangming's "Juyue Poems".
The general meaning is that when looking at things, you should look at things comprehensively and seek the essence. Don't just look at the appearance, so as not to be confused by superficial illusions.
Seeing with the eyes is not necessarily true, and hearing with the ears is not necessarily false. Seeing with the eyes and hearing with the ears are the reception of external information by one's own sense organs.
The key is to be able to see through phenomena to see the essence of things.
In particular, we must pursue life and death from the root, and do not argue with tributaries about turbidity and purity. This sentence is a classic saying that is highly praised by later generations.
Yang Fan sneered in his heart, Lin Yueru came as a lobbyist today, but now they are surrounded by others and have no choice but to come and deceive him.
What are you talking about with them? The crops are all gone. Are you picking up a basket of raw melons and eggs in the late autumn evening?
"Mr. Yangming's poems are profound and dull, and cannot be explained correctly. But I have always been adhering to the principle of being a man and doing things, seeking from the fundamentals, and building up physically and mentally. That's all."
Lin Yueru turned around suddenly and looked at Yang Fan with her beautiful eyes, as if she realized for the first time that Yang Fan could actually say such a competent thing.
"Brother Yang is a great talent. His understanding of mind science is far better than that of my little sister. I'm disrespectful." Lin Yueru bowed respectfully. "My little sister is doing the same thing, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."
Yang Fan accepted her salute calmly, pulled out the chair and sat down. He motioned for Lin Yueru to sit down as well.
Lin Yueru was a little stunned. Yang Fan's behavior was a bit rude. One moment he was arrogant, but the next moment he had no intention of continuing to be elegant with her, and he was even a little impatient.
"What are you asking me for today? Just tell me directly. You and I can be considered old friends, and we love each other when we meet. You and I understand each other fairly well. If you want to make some twists and turns, I won't accompany you." Yang Fan faced him.
Said expressionlessly.
In fact, he had already given Lin Yueru face by being able to come up.
Otherwise, these fifty pieces of rotten garlic would not be enough for Yang Fan and his gang to fire their double-barreled muskets. As soon as the gunshots were fired, Jingshan's cavalry would arrive in an instant.
Lin Yueru smiled bitterly. She came to Yang Fan at this time. The cucumbers and vegetables were already cold. How could he get even a little bit of it? If he could sit here and have a glass of wine with him today, even if Yang Fan still misses his old friend.
"The Ming Dynasty cannot live without Duke Wei." Lin Yueru said calmly, as if she was talking about a person who had nothing to do with her.
"Why, without Duke Wei, the sun will not rise tomorrow." Yang Fan sneered.
"Brother Yang, what do you think is the most serious crime that a person, a citizen, can commit against the country?"
Yang Fan shook his head, how did he know what was written in the Ming Code? He had been in the Ming Dynasty for half a year, and he was still legally illiterate. He had not read a single line of the Ming Code.
"Rebellion! Treason!" Yang Fan asked.
Lin Yueru stretched out two spring onion-like jade fingers and shook them gently.
He said softly: "No, it's about tax resistance."
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't understand, Lin Yueru explained: "A court depends on money and food to run. The army needs to be paid, officials need salaries, and even office work has expenses. If everyone doesn't pay taxes, the court will have no money, so it will be maintained
If we don't go down, the country will be destroyed. Looking at today's situation, I'm afraid the world will be destroyed, and we will be wearing our hair in left pants."
Yang Fan didn't say anything to see what else she would say.
"In the past seven years of the Tianqi Dynasty, Duke Wei gave the court 20 million taels of silver, so that the court can maintain its current status. Only the soldiers of Jiubian can obey orders. If you don't pay them, Jiubian will mutiny."
Yang Fan nodded, these are all facts, but Yang Fan is not interested in these. If Lin Yueru wants to say this, Yang Fan can leave.
"Do you know how many years the emperors of Ming Dynasty lived?" Lin Yueru saw Yang Fan's impatience and continued.
"I really haven't counted this." Yang Fan didn't know why Lin Yueru jumped to this topic. But this topic successfully aroused Yang Fan's interest.
"Except that Emperor Taizu lived for 71 years and Emperor Chengzu lived for 64 years, which is quite long, starting from Xuanzong, all the emperors in the past were relatively short in age. Xuanzong was 38, Yingzong was 37, Jingtai was 29, Chenghua was 40, Hongzhi was 35, and Zhengde was 30.
Years." Li Yueru counted on his fingers.
Yang Fan thought for a while and said: "There are also people over forty years old. Jiajing is 59 years old and Wanli is 57 years old."
Lin Yueru nodded, approving that Yang Fan knew this situation.
"Have you noticed a characteristic that the two of them are very similar?" Lin Yueru said mysteriously.
"In what way are they similar? One makes alchemy and practices Taoism, and the other doesn't go out. There is no overlap," Yang Fan said doubtfully.
"They don't go to court and ignore government affairs, so they all live a long life." Lin Yueru said word by word.
Yang Fan suddenly felt like his head was pounding. He had never considered this from this perspective.
Lin Yueru saw that Yang Fan was touched and continued: "Since the death of Taizu in the Ming Dynasty, there have been two strange systems. The first is quick burial and burial in the imperial mausoleum quickly. The second is that vassal kings are not allowed to attend the funeral.
You can only mourn in the fief."
Yang Fan really didn't know this rule, but if Lin Yueru dared to say that, it must be something like this. Lin Yueru would never talk nonsense, because he would know the truth after checking.
Then these two are very interesting. Why are you so anxious to bury them? Other dynasties did not have this kind of thing. They usually had to stay for a long time, and even people from foreign countries came to worship before they were buried. The higher the status, the longer the stay.
Long. This is the custom.
In addition, when the father is gone, the son is not allowed to attend the funeral. This is not in line with Confucian etiquette and filial piety. Didn't the Ming Dynasty rule the world with filial piety?
"Because, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were basically not normal. They didn't dare to stop, and they didn't dare to let people watch. Most of them were poisoned to death. I'm afraid their faces are not pretty." Lin Yueru lowered her voice and said.
Yang Fan was surprised. This statement was a bit shocking. But Lin Yueru was from the secret service, her adoptive father had great power over the government, and he was also a eunuch. She did have access to some palace secrets.
"Do you have evidence for what you say? This is not nonsense." Yang Fan said seriously. He began to suspect that Lin Yueru was talking nonsense.
"It's very simple. Look at the lifespans of the elders and compare it to something very simple." Lin Yueru spread her palms and said.
This sentence really left Yang Fan speechless, it was true.
There are many elders who live into their eighties or nineties. There is no reason why the emperor must have a short life. It is nonsense to say that the emperor's harem has three thousand people and his life is short because he cannot control himself. They are all men. Who is better than the other?
There are few women in the house of the elders. Aren’t they still keeping concubines in their eighties?
"Then who do you think poisoned me?" Yang Fan asked.
"Civil officials, or eunuchs, concubines, princes, princesses, maids, and all other people who have access to the emperor under their command."