Chapter 1069： Although the minister is stupid, he dare not obey the edict (1)

Chapter 1069 Although the minister is stupid, he dare not obey the edict (1)

"The Holy Majesty was furious when he saw my memorial." The stubborn old man stroked his beard and sighed.

Nonsense, if you are so careless, it is no wonder that the Holy One is not furious. It has been many years since no one dared to criticize or deny cultivation in front of the Holy One. If you are like this, you have a big fate, and if you have a small fate, you will have been executed long ago.

Zhu Ping'an really doesn't know what to say...

In the next two days, Zhu Pingan spent in the prison. On the grounds that the case is serious and the matter is confidential, the imperial edict prohibits anyone from coming to visit, but fortunately, with Mr. Yang as a neighbor, he is not alone.

Zhu Ping'an and Yang Lao are already familiar with each other. They drew a chessboard across the fence, and used grass, small mud, and gravel as chess pieces to play chess; or to discuss the Four Books and Five Classics. In two days, Zhu Pingan learned a lot from Mr. Yang.

The spiritual level is rich, but the material aspect is lackluster.

Although it is summer now, the cell is located underground, damp and cold. Zhu Ping'an is alright. The young man is very angry and can bear it. Old Yang is hard to endure, even though Zhu Pingan was carried away by Old Yang from his cell. There is a lot of hay, but at night, Mr. Yang is still having a hard time, especially when his old cold legs are attacking, and the days are like years.

Meals, three meals a day in the imperial prison can be provided on time, it is good, don't think about the color, smell and so on.

On the first day, Zhu Ping'an was not used to it. He found it difficult to swallow the rancid porridge and moldy steamed buns provided by the prison. But on the second day, although Zhu Ping'an couldn't eat with relish, there was not a single grain of rice left. .

At noon on the third day, when Zhu Ping'an and Yang Lao were playing chess, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor of the cell.

"Someone is coming? Not a lot?"

After Zhu Pingan heard this series of footsteps, he looked up curiously, and saw a group of more than 20 people walking in the aisle. There were guards in royal guards and eunuchs, all dressed gorgeously, and they looked like they had a lot of background.

Master Yang also put down the stone **** in his hand at this time, and looked up at the group of people coming.

Who are you looking for?

Zhu Ping'an looked at himself, then at Elder Yang, wondering who this group of people was after.

Must be looking for yourself, right?

I have been in prison for three days, and I have never been interrogated or heard in court, as if I have been forgotten.

Did you finally think of yourself? !

Zhu Ping'an got up, moved his hands and feet, cheered up 100%, and was ready to welcome the visitor.

Soon, a group of people in the aisle came to the cell and stopped. The one who started it was an **** wearing a high crown, a big red python robe, and a phoenix patch, holding Buddha dust in his hand, with a vicious expression on his face. Zhu Pingan didn't know this person, but he did know the person who accompanied the eunuch. He was Jin Yiwei's fellow acquaintance, Tuo Hai, who was one of the presiding judges when he made a statement with Zhao Daying's punishment department last time.

Zhu Ping'an's preparations were all done, but he didn't expect that the group would stop when they reached Mr. Yang next door.

"Old man Yang, His Majesty sent a miscellaneous family to visit you."

The **** in the red python robe stopped in front of Yang Zui's cell, as if he couldn't bear the rancid smell of the prison, he took out an embroidered handkerchief and covered his nose, pinched an orchid with the other hand and pointed to Yang Zui, shouting in a high-pitched voice.

"Chen Yang, thank you most, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Yang Zui got up from the ground, patted the weed on the prison uniform, and knelt down in the direction of Xiyuan to salute.

After the ceremony, Yang Zui stood up, straightened his waist, raised his chin, and looked at the **** in the scarlet python robe and Tuohai, the fellow acquaintance of Jin Yiwei.

This old thing!

The **** in the big red python robe frowned, dissatisfied with Yang Zui's attitude, and said in a sharp voice, "Old man Yang, the Holy Majesty gave you a chance because of your old age, and the Holy Majesty asked you, do you know that you made a mistake? ! If you write a confession memorial, the Holy Majesty will forgive you this time for the sake of your devotion to Daming for most of your life."

Zhu Ping'an heard clearly from the sidelines that Emperor Jiajing wanted Mr. Yang to admit his mistakes and write a letter of self-criticism, so that Mr. Yang could be released.

This is fine.

Old Yang is getting old, and he has been tossed miserably by the coldness of the prison these days. It would be great to be able to go out. Zhu Ping'an is sincerely moved and happy for Old Yang.

but

Zhu Ping'an became worried again. According to Old Yang's temper, it was too difficult for him to give way and write another review.

Sure enough

Zhu Ping'an looked up at Old Yang, just in time to see Old Yang scoffing at the **** in the big red boa robe.

"Thank you, my lord, for your love and protection, but I'm a fool, I really don't know what I did wrong."

Old man Yang raised his chin, snorted, and refused to admit his mistake.

"You! You old man who doesn't know good and evil!" The **** in the big red python robe was so angry that he almost scolded the old thing. When he came to his mouth, he changed into an old man, stretched out his orchid finger, and pointed at Yang Zui indignantly, "You alone The old man who raises horses and manages horse administration, it’s not good to work **** your horse administration. At your age, after another year or so, you can retire and return to your hometown. At any rate, you will be a third-rank official in Beijing. Wouldn’t it be nice to go home? Guangzong Yaozu, this is the blessing that you cultivated from the Yang family's ancestral grave. You are so lucky that you dare to point fingers at the Holy One. Now the world is peaceful and the people live and work in peace. What's the matter, it's not about letting go, it's because of your pointing fingers. Now, His Majesty doesn't remember the villain's mistakes, and for the sake of your old age, he specially gave you a chance, and you are so ignorant of good and bad !"

"Cultivating immortals and refining alchemy is done by those who live in the mountains and bathe. How can there be someone who lives in a yellow house and a purple door, with clothes and food, but who can do it in the daytime? And now that the northern captives and the southern Japanese are suffering from floods and droughts, how can they speak for the world? Taiping?! If the sage abandons cultivation and concentrates on state affairs, we will be very lucky for our great Ming country, and our great Ming people will be very lucky."

Yang Zui blew his beard and stared, stretched out his hand to grab the fence, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and his aura was even better than that of the **** in the big red python robe.

Immortal cultivation and alchemy are done by people who live in seclusion in the mountains. How can there be people who live in luxurious palaces, wear gorgeous clothes, and eat exquisite food, but can fly to the sky during the day? And now, the northern Tatars and The Japanese pirates in the south continue to cause disasters, floods and droughts continue, how can it be called peace in the world. If the Holy Majesty can give up cultivating immortals and alchemy and concentrate on government affairs, I, Ming Dynasty, will be even more fortunate.

Yang Zui was confrontational in person, without mercy.

"You! Old man Yang, I'll give you one more chance. The sage said, if you know your mistakes and you can correct them, then there is nothing good about you. You have to think about it carefully." The **** in red python pinched his orchid finger and pointed at Yang Zui with a gloomy expression. With dark clouds on his face, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Although the minister is stupid, he dare not obey the imperial edict."

Yang raised his chin without any hesitation and replied.

(end of this chapter)