In the spring of the 13th year of Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty, a gust of wind blew, and the branches swayed violently, making a "clucking" sound. It seemed that they would leave the trunk at any time and be thrown into the distance.。The vast expanse of whiteness of the West Mountain was now clearly divided into high and low levels under the setting sun. Usually, the distant mountain peaks seemed to be much closer to us. The gray fog at the foot of the mountain was slowly rising and becoming thicker, and it was also dyed with the color of the setting sun. It was probably the clouds and mist in the mountains that people had heard of.
Whether it was the raindrops of the parasol tree in spring or the rain hitting the lotus leaves, the rhythm was clear and melodious. Especially the ancient music that was playing on the roof tiles. It seemed gentle and sonorous, distant and approaching. Ding ding dong dong, it was like countless pearls falling on a jade plate. It was like Liszt's gallop between black and white keys or Yu Boya's contemplation in 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'. The ancient zither, the desolate rhythm, played over thousands of tiles, improvising the monotonous charm, occasionally resting and playing for a rainy season. In spring, the sun was shining brightly. Even if there was a little rain, it would be as light as a cow's hair and as beautiful as a flower needle. The silver threads would also draw out an infinite warmth, making one unable to help but think of the benefits of the rain." The season of good rain, when spring comes." Spring here was like a garden full of flowers. Even if there were countless red flowers, it would remind people of the spirit of flowers." Falling red is not a heartless thing, it will protect spring even more if it is turned into spring mud. The spring here was filled with birds and flowers, with bees flying and butterflies dancing. Even if night fell, it would make people unable to help but imagine that tomorrow would soon arrive.
In the Forbidden City in late autumn, the leaves were falling. It was already midnight, but the Hongde Hall was still flickering with flickering candlelight. Emperor Yongzheng had been reading memorials here for six hours.
Yongzheng was a very self-controlled emperor, but at this moment, he was angry because he had just read a memorial from the governor of Jiangnan. It was reported that there had been a major fraud case in the Jiangnan provincial examination. The deputy chief examiner had taken a bribe of 100,000 taels of silver and sold his fame. Reading officer Wang Yueyu, Fang Ming partnership cheating, is the examiner Zuo Bifan know the situation did not report. For this reason, Jiangnan students in a big uproar, the people's anger is difficult to calm down, request to deal with bribery officials as soon as possible, in order to calm the hearts of Jiangnan students.
He also found a memorial from his most trusted spy, Suzhou Weaver Li Xu, in the secret memorial. The memorial said: Out of righteous indignation, the examinees painted the words "Examination Hall" on the examination hall's signboard as "Sold Out". A group of examinees even carried the clay statue of the God of Wealth from the God of Wealth Temple to the Confucius Temple. Jiangning City was filled with people to watch the examinees carry the God of Wealth through the streets. Li Xu copied a couplet: "Zuo Qiuming is blind, but Zhao Zilong is brave.”This was clearly accusing the head examiner Zuo Bifan of turning a blind eye to the fraud, and the deputy head examiner Zhao Jin of being audacious and corrupt. And Yin Jishan's memorial
Minister Yin Jishan respectfully reported: "On Huai 'an Road, I met Hang Yilu, the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, who conveyed the emperor's edict. He ordered me to investigate and arrest the person who spread the rumors under the alias Wang Shu that Zeng Jing gave up. He also gave me the image." Personally, I think that Zeng Jing dares to violate the laws of nature because of the rumors created by those treacherous and evil henchmen. As long as it's a person, after hearing it, there's no one who doesn't hate him. I'm now thinking of ways to investigate and arrest him. In addition, when Hang Yilu questioned Zeng Jing on the way, Zeng Jing remembered that the person who used the alias Wang Shu had once said that Pan Zongluo had shown him the text when he was a student in Hunan. I have found out that Pan Zongluo's origin is in Yixing County, Changzhou Prefecture, and I have found out that he has a grandson, Pan Wenxi, at home. I have sent people to summon Pan Wenxi and his family members who followed Pan Zongluo at that time to the Yamen. I said that I would like to visit and invite friends. I asked them to list in detail the names, ages, appearances, and addresses of the friends Pan Wenxi's grandfather invited in the academy and the governor's posts, as well as the teachers and readers. I am now secretly investigating them one by one. Also, on the night that I met Hang Yilu in Huai 'an, Zeng Jing dreamed of returning home. His clansman, Zeng Tianxiang, told him that the man's surname was Deng. He had taught at Wang Shu's home and was from Hubei. His brother, Zeng Yisi, lived in Xinggu Cave and knew his background. Hang Yilu told me about this when he arrived in Suzhou. I think that although the words spoken in the dream are difficult to be used as evidence and to believe, but such a heinous person, under the obvious heavenly justice, there is no one who will not be exposed. Perhaps if we follow this investigation, we might be able to obtain something. Therefore, I sent people to Wuxi to find the original official, Wang Shu, to interrogate him carefully. He used to teach at Pan Zongluo's house, but there was no one with the surname Deng among the people who came and went, nor was there anyone from Huguang. Among the several people who worked in the school, their ages and appearances did not match the list. However, since Zeng Jing said that he had met Zeng Tianxiang in his dream and told him that the man's surname was Deng and that he had a Hubei accent, Zeng Yousi was in Xinggu Cave and knew the details. There must be a reason. I now follow the picture and secretly write a letter to inform the governor of Hunan, Zhao Hongen, and the governor of Hubei, Fei Jinwu, to inquire about the whereabouts of Xinggu Cave. I have been thinking of a way day and night, thinking repeatedly in my heart. I can't wait to capture them immediately to vent the depression and resentment in my heart. I don't dare to think that I'm talking in my sleep and not take it seriously. I will report to the emperor about the situation of receiving the secret edict and following it.
Unable to endure it any longer, he threw the blue-and-white Longquan porcelain teacup in his hand onto the ground, shattering it into pieces. The palace maids and servants who were waiting outside the window were so frightened that they knelt down. Yongzheng waved them away and sat in front of the dragon table. He issued an imperial edict, ordering Prince Cheng of the Ministry of Civil Affairs to be the imperial envoy and rush to Jiangnan to investigate the case thoroughly.
Emperor Yongzheng had ordered a secret investigation of the people in Jiangnan. In this spring rain and spring breeze, a team of horses came to us with difficulty along the mountain road.
This small group of cavalrymen had come in a special way, and the colors of their uniforms were also very different. Sitting on a tall horse in the middle of the team
It was a young man. He was about 14 or 15 years old, wearing a rose-purple black fox Batulu vest and a coat.
The fur cloak of a lynx monkey. His slightly thin oval face was furrowed. There were ten guards in front of him, ten people who were different from the others. They were all dressed in the robes of a fourth-grade official and wore white transparent glass tops. On top of the eight pythons and five claws snow goose clothing, there was also a white fox fur lamb skin cloak. With their sturdy bodies and imposing posture, it was obvious that they were the guards of the Imperial Residence. Walking beside the general were two people dressed like civil officials. The horse stopped in front of a snow-covered mountain temple. The guard in the lead looked around and could not tell which was the road and which was the gully. He hurriedly called the team to stop and ran to the front to scout for the path. The young man sitting on the horse did not speak. He pressed his hand on the cold sword hilt at his waist, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and let out a long sigh.
The pathfinder had returned. He got off his horse in front of the young man and typed a thousand on the spot, saying,"Wangye, let's go.
At the end of the road, it would probably be difficult to find a lodging head in the first fifty to sixty miles. This servant saw a dilapidated mountain temple here.
It was broken, and there wasn't even a trace of anyone. May I ask if we should camp here?”
The young man didn't answer the guard's question, but turned his head and said to the two scribblings,""Hello, Wang Wenguang, Er Min, our sect will rest here.”
When the two of them heard this, they quickly dismounted and knelt down in front of the prince's horse. The one called Wang Wenguang smiled apologetically and said,"Yo, if this lord wants to say go, we'll follow closely behind. If Master said that he wasn't leaving, the servants would immediately clean up Master's place and do as Master instructed.
This was the secret of the secret of Jiangnan, because his identity was precious and his status was respected. Ordinary people could not compare to him. Therefore, he secretly brought only a dozen people south.
He knew his fourth brother, Yongzheng, too well. The fourth brother Yin Zhen had always been a headstrong and suspicious person. No matter who you were, as long as you offended him, he would not let you off until you were dead. Now that Fourth Brother had become the emperor and he was a minister, no matter how unconvinced Yin Mi was in his heart, at this critical juncture of changing dynasties, what could he do? Whatever he said was true. The Jiangnan officialdom was deep and no one was willing to go.
Wang Wenguang and E Ermin were both small officials. Their days were indeed not good in front of Secret Yin. When they came,
The emperor gave them an imperial edict, saying that he wanted them to assist the secret in investigating Jiangnan.
Secretary Yin heaved a sigh of relief. The guard beside him quickly ran two steps and knelt down in front of his mount. Secret Yin stepped on his back and got off the horse. He moved his slightly numb legs and rubbed his hands that were red from the cold. He said to the two of them,"There is a famous poem circulating in the officialdom called 'A Cut of Plum Blossoms. Official career must be refined, Beijing letter often pass, charcoal respect often abundant. Don't talk about current affairs and show off your heroes. Be full of harmony and humility. The minister's strategy lies in his calmness, not to show his extraordinary achievements, not to say that he is loyal. All kinds of human affairs are obscure, and there is no need to refute or discuss them. There is no war in all directions. The year is rich, the country is prosperous, and the government is smooth. Everyone praised him to be harmonious, good and bad will be patched up. No disaster, no difficulty to three public, his wife by the honor of the title, son Yin doctor. Liu Fang's posthumous title is endless, not posthumous title Wen Zhong, posthumous title Wen Gong. There was a major case in Shandong where Governor Huang Bing, Governor Bo Erduo, and Yu Dian were sentenced to behead or hang. Zhu Chengyuan, the former magistrate of Putai County, Shandong Province, gave gifts during his 26 years in office, including 30 books with words, 1 book without words, and 28 pages of scattered accounts, totaling 273 pages. This detailed gift book shocked and angered the emperor. However, in the face of conclusive evidence, Huang Bing and the others refused to admit it. In the end, several high-ranking officials who had been promoted were sentenced and their families were ordered to compensate for the gifts they received.
When Secret Yin finished speaking, Wang Wenguang and Ermin kept smiling apologetically, not daring to make a sound. until
Finished talking, Wang Wenguang then said carefully,""Your Highness, you are wise. The Jiangnan officialdom is deep. Since His Majesty has asked us to assist Your Highness, we will definitely do our best.
After hearing him out, Secret Yin had also said what he wanted to say. Then, he followed the group of guards into the Mountain God Temple.
This Mountain God Temple was located on the top of a mountain. It looked down from above and overlooked the mountains. The people in the temple don't know when
Hou had already run away, leaving only an empty temple courtyard. However, the house was not damaged. The pillars of the hall and the corridor were not damaged.
The paint was still glowing, but the furnishings in the hall had long been ransacked. Just as this large group of people was about to enter the main hall, a "Hu" sounded.
The wild birds hiding on the roofs and pillars were startled. Wang Wenguang's hands and eyes were quick, grabbing two with one sweep. He came up and smiled
He said to the secret,"Master, look, thanks to you, I really didn't live here in vain." I'll roast it later
Go with my wine."
Secret Yin ignored him and ordered the people outside,""Quick, clean up the snow in the courtyard.
He removed the railings below to warm himself by the fire. Wang Wen Guang and E Er Min and I live in the main hall, my guards live in the west side hall.
The people outside responded with a "tsk" and began to work separately. Suddenly, someone in the west side hall shouted,""Mom
Ah!" Following the shout, a few more people ran out from inside. These people ran in a hurry and almost bumped into Secret Yin. "What are you doing?" Secret Yin shouted angrily.”
"Your Highness, a corpse was found here, and it was a woman.”
Secret Yin followed them to the west side hall and saw a young woman curled up in the corner. However, her
His face was too dirty to see his appearance clearly. He was about 14 or 15 years old. She was wearing a green cloth embroidered with blue thread
She was wearing a shirt and barefoot. She used a foot-binding cloth to tie her shoes together, probably because it would be warmer.
Her little face was very ugly. It was so cold that it was dark blue, purple, and a little gray, as if she had rubbed her face with ashes. A bunch of good at pouncing camps
The soldiers surrounded her, all of them waving their hands, commenting and discussing. She was probably afraid of getting her hands dirty.
No one was willing to drag her out. Secret Yin looked at them from the corner of his eyes and smiled coldly."Hmph, you guys are also considered as Eight Flags.
Brother? Now, a female corpse has scared you to this extent. You're really as timid as a mouse. You're not even worthy of giving me shoes! -- Come, where are my personal guards?"
"Yes!"
"Drag her out of the temple and throw her far away.”
"Stab!"
A guard replied and dragged the woman out. However, he stopped after a few steps."Wangye, this woman isn't dead. Her armpit is still a little warm!”
"What? There's such a thing?" Yin Mi walked forward and carefully checked the woman's pulse.
"Yes, he's still alive. Come, put her in the hall and let her warm herself by the fire. Maybe she can be saved.
Come."
Everyone hurriedly brought the woman to the fire in the hall. Someone boiled a bowl of yellow wine and lifted her clenched teeth.
He gulped it down. After a while, her pulse began to beat vigorously. After a while, the wings opened and closed as if they were breathing.
Her face was also a little red, but she had not fully woken up.
Secret Yin no longer cared about her and sat by the fire, thinking silently. The guards had already cleaned up the hall.
On the fire, a drop of oil splashed on the fire, making a sizzling sound."Go ahead and eat. I'm not hungry at all. Listen, they are drinking in the east side hall. If you want to go, go ahead. Don't worry,
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