I Rely on Beauty to Stabilize the Country - Chap 97
The craftsmen in the palace will make kangs in batches for the princes, ministers and clan dignitaries in the capital. Among the first batch, there is the name of Xue Mansion.
After Mrs. Xue learned about this, she and her daughter-in-law cleaned up and down the area where the Kang was needed.
After carefully instructing the servants in the house where to start cleaning, Mrs. Xue personally led the people and went to Xue Yuan’s door worriedly.
Since she last found a box of jade under Xue Yuan’s bed, Xue Yuan has not allowed anyone to enter his room. Mrs. Xue finally sent the box of jade back to him. But no matter how absurd it is, it still has to be hidden between the Holy Sage and the Kang.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Xue wiped away her tears again, and the maid supporting her said: “Madam, do you miss the eldest son?”
“Why do you miss him?” Mrs. Xue’s tears wet her handkerchief. “A good man must go out to harm others…”
He also kissed and touched people. Xue Yuan looked like a bandit. Maybe he forced others.
Mrs. Xue cried all the way to Xue Yuan’s house, but when she sent someone to clean it, she found that the jade stone under Xue Yuan’s bed was missing.
Mrs. Xue’s face suddenly turned cold, and she felt a chill in her heart. “Who has ever entered the eldest son’s house?”
The maid and the servant were silent for a while, and then a servant came forward and said, “Madam, when the emperor came to Xue Mansion, he asked the younger one to lead the way to the eldest son’s room.”
Mrs. Xue felt dizzy and almost couldn’t stand, “Then what did you, the Holy One, take away?”
The boy wondered: “I don’t know.”
When Mrs. Xue thought of the worst possibility, she was out of breath and almost pouted.
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A few days later, the person who arrived at Xue Mansion earlier than the people on the bed was the person who delivered the letter.
It is a letter sent by Xue Yuan to Xue Lin.
Xue Lin, who was lying on the bed, trembled when he heard Xue Yuan’s name, but he didn’t dare not pick it up. The letter came into his hand, and when he unfolded it, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he wished he didn’t know how to read.
It was just a letter sent back by Xue Yuan from Northern Xinjiang.
Naturally, it was not a letter from home, but a threatening letter with a leisurely tone. If Xue Lin did not act according to Xue Yuan’s words, Xue Lin would never get out of bed.
Xue Lin couldn’t hold it back and cried while holding the letter.
After he finished crying, he regained his composure and said humanely: “Look, this time it is arranged by the eldest son. Don’t be so naughty. Send people to keep an eye on these people, Chu Wei, Zhang Xu… Hey, why is there still San Yuyan?”
The boy agreed obediently and asked, “What happens after you stare at them?”
“Go and see who is getting closer to Your Majesty,” Xue Lin said, choking again. “How dare I spy on His Majesty the Nine-Five-year-old? But if you don’t do it, don’t take these hands of mine.” Now. You should let the people who are staring at these guys pay attention. If anyone gets the favor of the Holy One and stays with the Holy One every day, then secretly find an opportunity to kill them.” Xue Lin wiped his neck, ” understand?”
The boy nodded and asked one more question: “Is this the same for Mr. Chang?”
Xue Lin was a little gloating for a moment, “Big brother can kill me when he’s angry. San Yuyan is a childhood friend I haven’t seen for more than ten years. Do you think big brother will spare him?”
“I understand, little one.” The boy took the order and left.
This letter was written by Xue Yuan in Northern Xinjiang. It was a letter he wrote before he was so stimulated that he ran back to the capital from Northern Xinjiang. At that time, because the envelopes he sent to Gu Yuanbai for several months had not received a response, Xue Yuan thought that the Holy One had forgotten him. This letter sent to Xue Lin was just to ask Xue Lin to see if the Holy One had any When Xue Yuan was away, was he seduced by others and became intimate with others? If so, then write down who it was.
“People who are close to him, people who have been laughed at by him, people who have touched him,” the tone of Mr. Xue’s letter was lazy, but as gloomy as a dog guarding his food. “Remember them one by one, and write to I.”
These are Xue Yuan’s original words.
Xue Lin guessed that he planned to kill all these people himself.
Second Young Master Xue thought that he knew Xue Yuan well and knew how ruthless Xue Yuan was. Although Xue Yuan did not express his intention to deal with these people in his letter, Xue Lin also had ideas. He wanted to go further to please Xue Yuan.
What if one person died and Xue Yuan was happy and no longer cared about his attempt to murder Mrs. Xue?
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As the fire bed was set up in the palace, there was also a craze for the fire bed among the officials.
But now is the time for the emperor to reward the gifts. Only the emperor can decide whose family can play the Kang. After the rewards are completed, he can invite people to come to his home to play the Kang.
It was also at this time that the imperial court released the news that private carpenters could learn the method of making Kang. The royal craftsmen took the initiative to teach, but they had to pay a fee for each kang plate.
The money collected was not much, and there was no fee for teaching them. The imperial court had always been tolerant towards the people. This move was equivalent to distributing this cornucopia to craftsmen all over the world.
As soon as the news was released, the craftsmen in the capital did not even hesitate and immediately went to the government office to register for study. When they arrived in front of the government office, the queue was already long.
An old craftsman saw that almost all the craftsmen he was familiar with were here. The old craftsman followed his apprentice and sighed, “They are all here to learn Pan Kang.”
The apprentice stood on tiptoe and looked back and forth, exclaiming: “Why are there so many people!”
“There aren’t many people here,” the old craftsman said. “I heard from the government that the method of making a bed is amazing! Once you learn how to do it, you can make a living for a lifetime just by relying on this skill.”
The apprentice doubted: “Can it be done?”
“Why not!” The old craftsman calculated for him, “How many people do we have in Daheng? I have never heard of any method of making a bed in the past. If everyone wants to make a bed, you can make a bed one day and you can make a bed in the whole life. It’s endless. If there are too many people, you have to build a new house. If there are too many new houses, you have to make a kang. People are afraid of the cold. If you can make a kang, who wouldn’t want to make a kang?”
The apprentice was stunned for a moment, “Yes.”
“Rich families have more plates, dozens and dozens of kang noodles, up and down,” the old craftsman couldn’t help but laugh, “I have to be busy this winter!”
It’s been really busy this winter.
Most of the officials in the imperial court are representatives of various schools of thought, and their literary talents are naturally comparable. When the fire bed was ready and I lay on it, the warm warmth penetrated my limbs from under my body. It was so comfortable that I didn’t even want to move my fingers. I felt tired from the inside out and just wanted to shut up like this. Close your eyes and get some sleep.
Just imagine, there is heavy snow falling outside in winter, but they can enjoy the heat and drink warm wine on the fire bed. Sometimes they put some side dishes on the table and watch the falling snow outside the window leisurely.
These days are really like the days of gods.
So after experiencing the fire kang, many officials became very popular in poetry. Articles and poems spread from the capital to the north and south, all of which were “Yong Kang”.
But when they were in high spirits and making wonderful works one after another, the officials couldn’t help but wonder in their hearts, why did the Holy Spirit call this thing a fire kang? The name is simple and rough, always losing a bit of poetry.
The Holy Emperor, who was secretly thought not to be named by his ministers, was lying on the Kang that he had just laid out, dealing with the remaining government affairs from the previous few days.
He was lying half on the pillow, with his black hair hanging on the outside of his arms. He looked at the memorial with a frown and a smile on his face.
The scent of tea lingered. After reading the memorial, Gu Yuanbai said: “This official from Fujian is quite interesting. No wonder the Political Affairs Hall handed this memorial to me.”
Tian Fusheng was curious: “Your Majesty, do you think the writing is good?”
Gu Yuanbai stood up, took the wet handkerchief from his hand and wiped his hands and face, “I can’t say it’s good, I can’t say it’s bad either. In this brochure, he wrote about the ten pros and cons of customs. In my eyes, 80% of them are good. The words are meaningful, and the words are sincere to remind me not to forget the training of the navy. The navy is as important as the army.”
As he said that, Gu Yuanbai picked up the memorial and took a look at it: “He happens to be the magistrate of a county in Linhai, called Lin Zhicheng. Is this name familiar to you?”
Tian Fusheng thought for a while and said hesitantly: “It seems familiar, but I don’t remember it.”
Gu Yuanbai just asked casually, “Then let the people from the Political Affairs Hall transfer his files later.”
Tian Fusheng agreed, and while waiting aside, he couldn’t help but think about who this Lin Zhicheng was, and how he had a vague impression of it. The more he thought about it, the more familiar it became. He scratched his head and scratched his head. Finally, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and said to His Majesty, “Sir, I remember who Lin Zhicheng is!”
Gu Yuanbai said casually: “Who is it?”
“They were pirates who were conquered by the late emperor!” Tian Fusheng spoke quickly, “The people from Lin Zhicheng were chivalrous and courageous when they were young. He was the leader of pirates at that time. At that time, he was the leader of pirates in Zhejiang and Fujian. After establishing various gangs and sects, Lin Zhicheng led his people to annihilate many pirates in that area of the sea, and he alone controlled thousands of miles of sea territory. Because he annihilated these pirates and made great contributions to the clean sea, he wrote many times to ask Daheng to vigorously develop Maritime trade, but with this letter, the late emperor knew that he alone controlled the sea areas of Fujian and Zhejiang, so he ordered the navy to encircle Lin Zhicheng.”①
Gu Yuanbai was fascinated by what he heard, “What happened next?”
“Many of Lin Zhicheng’s men fled to Fusang under the siege of the imperial court, but Lin Zhicheng gave up his position as the leader of the pirates, took the initiative to go ashore, and agreed to the imperial court’s recruitment. The late emperor placed him in a place near the sea and became Fuzhou A county magistrate.”
Gu Yuanbai almost choked. He got up and walked around, sighing several times, “Such a person, such a hero, the late emperor made him a small county magistrate? What a pity, what a pity.”
Tian Fusheng rarely saw His Majesty like this. His Majesty had no interest in rare treasures, but his thirst for talents was something that all scholars in Daheng knew. When he thought about it, he felt even more painful. As uncomfortable as losing gold, “Lin Zhicheng seems to have been in the post of county magistrate for five years.”
Gu Yuanbai stopped and said, “Five years? The term of Daheng’s county magistrate is changed every three years.”
Tian Fusheng said: “It seems that he was transferred from the county magistrate of one place to another place.”
Gu Yuanbai: “…”
How many treasures did the late emperor and Lu Feng bury in such positions? As the late emperor was Gu Yuanbai’s father, it was not easy for Gu Yuanbai to blame him. At times like this, you have to use Lu Feng as a shield to vent your anger. After scolding Lu Feng in his heart, Gu Yuanbai finally felt relieved. He put Lin Zhicheng’s papers aside and planned to take a closer look at his files tomorrow.
He had a hunch that he was about to pick up a famous general whose name would go down in history.
