Chapter 452

The king of Hunan has nothing to do with poisoning the Empress Dowager. This has been discussed many times in the dark, and some eyes are bright enough to guess... So if you just say this, it's not surprising. You get up too early and want to yawn.

But colluding with Dongwu... It's not sleepy at all!

If what the emperor of the Ming Dynasty said is true, what is the difference between the king of Hunan's move and collaborating with the enemy?!

In a restless room, Ming Xiaozhi knelt down in his robe and said, "this matter is very important. The king of Hunan colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, plotted against the law, and the wolf's ambition is clear. Please check it out thoroughly!"

After saying that, he knocked his forehead heavily on the gold brick and held the bamboo tube high with both hands.

Looking at the strength of the teacher's kowtow, the young imperial historian Song Dian was very distressed - he suddenly felt that the teacher's hairline should be pushed back by students, and he was too frightened to move forward easily.

The word "collaborator and treason" is too heavy, and the atmosphere around is boiling and surging.

Fang Shen was equally shocked - he never expected that the other party would pull out such a big move from his sleeve.

So the question is, can he still play this play?

Feeling the atmosphere around, Fang Yushi quietly stuffed the things in his sleeve. He'd better wait and see

The road is really a little steep. He is afraid that he accidentally overturned the car and threw out the emperor sitting in the car. It will be too ugly

Emperor Qingming looked straight at the bamboo tube held by Mingxiao's hand, but first asked, "I don't know where the Emperor Ming got it?"

There is something strange about it. He must not lose his head in a moment of anger.

"Your Majesty, last night, when I was having a barbecue and drinking wine in the garden, suddenly a white pigeon fell and was picked up by my servants. There were rats in the back lane of my house. Someone spilled old grain mixed with mouse medicine and used it to poison rats. I think it should have been eaten by the pigeon." the imperial historian of the Ming Dynasty said in great detail and calmly: "When I saw that the pigeon was bound with a bamboo tube, I opened it. When I saw the signature and seal on it, I knew it was a secret letter from the king of Hunan -"

It is true that he always gives people the impression that he would rather not bend, but it is also a human design he deliberately created.

After all, the person who would rather not bend is really useful - if he tells the same lie, it is easy for no one to think he is lying.

"It happened to fall in the imperial history garden of the Ming Dynasty, which is very coincidental..." emperor Qingming's eyes were uncertain, as if he was distinguishing something.

"I also think it's very clever. What's more coincidental is that since the return of Lingshan imperial mausoleum, I dream of the first emperor every night. The first emperor told me a lot in his dream, but I forget it when I wake up. It's hard to be calm for several days..." the governor of Ming Dynasty was sincere and his tone was a little sad: "now I think, it may not be the spirit of the first emperor in heaven warning me and guiding me to uncover the truth!"

Is this a lie?

Of course not.

It's just a little trick to improvise and render the atmosphere.

All officials whispered.

Emperor Qingming looked at the bamboo tube that Ming Xiaozhi still held high and said in a slow voice, "Li Ji, take it for me to see -"

Li Ji answered "yes" and took the things in person and presented them to Emperor Qingming.

The moment emperor Qingming saw the pattern engraved on the bamboo tube, his eyes were cold again.

He took out the letter paper and unfolded it slowly. One deep and one shallow, one black and one brown handwriting came into sight.

The handwriting is really familiar

Qingming emperor's cold eyes moved. When he looked at the content written in the brown handwriting, it seemed that frost had fallen on his warm face in front of people, and his eyes were shrouded and covered by dark clouds, which made people afraid.

"It's very strange. There was only half of the letter on this letter. I read it last night. I just thought it was the letter of Xiang Wang's family. I got it unexpectedly. I planned to have it returned early this morning..."

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty raised his head and said: "At that time, the minister was already drunk. He just put this letter by the oven at will, but when he wanted to go back to his room after drinking, he picked up the letter paper, but he saw that there were half more brown handwriting! When he looked closely, he saw that the same half of the handwriting was written by the same person, and it was a secret letter written to the king of Dongwu! From this, he found this amazing conspiracy!"

The ministers were extremely surprised.

At first glance, it was only half a face. After a while, there were other handwriting?

"And such strange things?"

"It's unheard of..."

This is naturally a euphemism. If it is more straightforward, it is - isn't this nonsense?

Many officials were skeptical. It can be seen that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty kneeling there was a firm and solemn look between his eyebrows and eyes, but he couldn't help shaking up - how could an honest man like the emperor of the Ming Dynasty lie? Even if he had to lie, the people from Yitong Academy always had a strict mind. Why not tell a relatively less nonsense?

At this time, Song Dian hesitated and asked, "the teacher just said that he put this letter by the oven?"

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty slightly looked back at him: "that's right."

"This makes the officer think of a possibility..." Song Dian listed it when he spoke.

He raised his hand, bowed to the top and said, "Your Majesty, as far as I know, there is a kind of fruit in the land of Guijun, named lemon fruit. It takes its juice as ink, writes on paper, and leaves no trace after drying. However, if it is baked over a small fire, the handwriting will appear brown again..."

There is no need to ask why he was so excellent when he joined the imperial examination - it's just a normal operation as a student of Yitong Academy.

The hall became noisy again.

Xia Tingzhen also frowned slightly.

If anything else, but lemon fruit

He remembered that when the king of Hunan came to Beijing this time, he offered it to the palace.

How could the emperor not know that he was impressed?

Xia Tingzhen slightly raised her eyes to the emperor Qingming after the Dragon case. She saw that the emperor, who had always been calm in front of all officials, was already looking like wind and rain.

Emperor Qingming kept the letter paper under his hand.

A moment later, he suddenly got up from the Dragon chair and said in a deep voice, "bring the king of Hunan to the palace to see me immediately!"

Looking at the emperor who tried his best to suppress his anger and suddenly brushed his sleeves and left, the ministers quickly knelt down and sent him off.

Outside the main hall, the dark clouds in the sky surged up and down, and there was a dull thunder rolling far away.

When the summer rain comes in the future, the air is always wet, sticky and muggy, as if even breathing is unpleasant.

The plan failed and was banned for many days. The king of Hunan, who was in a better mood than this day, was leaning on his couch impatiently looking through a miscellaneous book. He picked up the tea lamp on the small case and drank it, but it was scalded. He was so angry that he vomited out the tea, threw out the book in his hand, and the tea lamp fell to pieces on the ground——

"Waste! Don't you know how hot or cold it is to pour tea for the king!"