Chapter 1076： was demoted to Jingnan

Chapter 1076 Delegated to Jingnan

It was sunset and dusk again, and the western sky looked like a girl wearing blue rouge powder makeup, the red was so charming and beautiful.

There is no dusk in the prison, only darkness.

By the firelight of the aisle, Zhu Pingan leaned against the prison fence and wrote and drew tirelessly on the muddy ground.

"Hey, nerd, it's time for dinner."

The jailer came with a wooden bucket, raised a long-handled spoon with rice grains on it, and knocked on the prison fence to remind Zhu Pingan. Then, like feeding a pig, he dug two spoonfuls of rice from the wooden bucket with the long-handled spoon and put it in the bowl. Here, pass it to Zhu Ping'an.

"Thank you, thank you."

Zhu Pingan thanked him, took the bowl and put it under his feet, and continued to write and draw with the wooden stick in his hand.

The first volume of "Records of Military Training" by Qi Jiguang, a famous anti-Japanese general, is almost finished silently, and it is not too late to eat after writing. With the silent writing of "Records of Military Training", Zhu Ping'an's understanding and comprehension of military affairs is also slowly deepening.

Reading a hundred times is self-evident, and copying a book once is better than reading a hundred times. Zhu Pingan personally believes in this.

As for the silent writing of "Real Records of Military Training", it was because of the fact that the northern captives of the Ming Dynasty and the southern Japanese were involved in military affairs. No matter what position one was in, there was no harm in knowing more about these military training strategies and methods of using them. Even if I am in the capital, as a civil servant, I can understand the battle report from the frontline military officers in the future.

In fact, it is not only "Records of Military Training", Zhu Pingan also silently wrote "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "Wu Jing Zong Yao" and other military books in the imperial prison. Of course, there are not only military books, but Zhu Pingan also wrote and recited a lot of political and economic works in prison. In the imperial prison, Zhu Ping'an's greatest wealth is time. Although the conditions in the imperial prison are difficult, it is rare that no one disturbs him. Zhu Pingan can concentrate on studying the knowledge he is interested in.

"I'm not active in eating, and I have problems with my brain. In this prison, reading and practicing handwriting are very useful, and I still want to go out. Heh, I have worked in this prison for more than ten years. There are so many people coming in, but I haven't seen it. There are a few who can go out. What to do if you torture yourself like this, it’s better to sleep in, and you can live every day.”

The jailer couldn't help but shook his head and taunted Zhu Ping'an. In the past few days, he inspected the cell. Every time he visited Zhu Ping'an, he saw that Zhu Ping'an was either endorsing or practicing calligraphy. Practicing calligraphy practiced the entire cell It has been turned over several times, and the mud is almost turning into sand. I am very impressed with this nerd.

In his opinion, Zhu Ping'an has already entered the Imperial Prison, so why bother himself so much, memorizing calligraphy is so boring, tiring and annoying, with the skill of memorizing and practicing calligraphy, why not sleep a little longer like other prisoners , an extra day of sleep is a day.

muddle along.

This is the state that prisoners in prison should have.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening." Zhu Ping raised his head and smiled slightly. In history, how many people studied and studied knowledge, the more difficult they were, the more angry they became, and they finally achieved something. For example, when Confucius was so poor between Chen and Cai, he didn't pour a soup, and he didn't taste a grain for seven days, but he gave lectures, recited books, and played the piano all day long. Keep going and become a saint. My own talent is less than one-tenth of that of Confucius and other sages. Only with a lot of hard work can I be able to hold a candle to it.

"What do you mean?" The jailer looked blank, then shook his head, and said mockingly, "I don't know if you mean it, but I know that if you don't even know how to eat, you're not far from starving to death."

"Hehe, thank you for reminding me, I will eat this volume after I finish writing it." Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly.

"What a nerd. In this prison, there is a ball for writing. Why, do you still want to go out?" The jailer looked at Zhu Ping'an.

"Hehe, rice is material food, and books are spiritual food. The body needs to be full, but the spirit can't be hungry either. Besides, to be honest, I really want to go out. You have to have a little dream in life, otherwise it's different from a salted fish. As soon as it is realized." Zhu Pingan smiled, and finally replied by borrowing the famous words of Master Xing.

"What if it comes true? Hehe, you are really a nerd. You will finish eating later, lie down there, and your dream will come true."

The jailer shook his head and sneered, thinking that Zhu Ping'an was whimsical, and wanted to go out after entering the imperial prison, it was a dream.

Zhu Ping'an smiled, didn't speak any more, lowered his head and continued to silently write the first volume of "Records of Military Training", which was almost completed.

"What a nerd"

The jailer felt that Zhu Ping'an was hopeless, shook his head, and left with a bucket in his hand.

"The imperial edict has arrived!"

But just as the jailer was about to reach the corner of the aisle, he suddenly heard a sharp voice from the other side of the aisle.

Imperial decree? !

When the jailer heard the word imperial decree, he knelt down on the side of the aisle with a conditioned reflex, avoiding it.

Soon, a group of people walked over from the aisle. Three eunuchs led the way, and the leading **** held a scroll of black horn scrolls respectfully in his hand, accompanied by a team of royal guards.

A group of people passed by the kneeling jailer and went straight to Zhu Ping'an's cell. The kneeling jailer saw the group of people who read out the imperial decree stop in front of Zhu Pingan's cell out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but think of Zhu Ping'an That sentence: You have to have a dream to be a human being, otherwise what is the difference with a salted fish? What if it comes true?

Wouldn't this nerd really hit the mark? !

The jailer’s eyelids twitched, and then he shook his head again. No way, this nerd was imprisoned by the Holy Order, how could he be released again by the Holy King’s order, how could he change his mind so quickly.

Could it be that the nerd was ordered to be executed? !

It's a pity, this nerd doesn't look like a treacherous person, and the jailer couldn't help pity Zhu Pingan again. In fact, although the jailer often taunts Zhu Pingan, he still admires Zhu Pingan's persistence in reading and practicing calligraphy in the imperial prison. Therefore, three meals a day have never been left behind by Zhu Pingan.

"Hehe, Mrs. Zhu, we meet again."

The leading **** was Meng Chong who left in the morning. He came to Zhu Pingan's cell and said to Zhu Pingan with a smile.

When Zhu Pingan saw Meng Chong, he couldn't help but get excited. Meng Chong had only received an order to inquire in the morning, and came to announce the order in the evening. Looking at Meng Chong's smiling face, it was obvious that he had brought good news.

Although Zhu Pingan was somewhat sure of the arrival of this moment after Meng Chong's interrogation in the morning, Zhu Pingan still couldn't help being excited when he saw the smiling Meng Chong and the imperial edict in his hand.

"Eunuch Meng." Zhu Pingan suppressed the excitement in his heart, and replied softly, clasping his hands.

"Master Qianhu, please ask someone to open the cell door so that the miscellaneous family can announce the decree to Lord Zhu." Meng Chong said to the accompanying Jinyiwei leader with a smile.

The leader of Jinyiwei nodded, and ordered someone to open Zhu Ping'an's cell door.

"The imperial edict has arrived, and Zhu Ping'an will accept it." Meng Chong unfolded the imperial edict.

"Sinner Zhu Ping'an, pay homage to my emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live." Zhu Ping'an paid respects to the imperial decree.

"Following the fate of heaven, the emperor ordered: Zhu Pingan, a scholar in Yuwang's mansion, did not report what he knew, covered up and protected him, concealed Yang Jisheng's crimes, and slandered the ministers. Thinking about the first crime, he has merit, and was demoted to Jingnan magistrate"

The voice of Meng Chong reading the imperial decree echoed in the prison.

Really went out? !

The jailer kneeling on the ground looked shocked and unbelievable.

(end of this chapter)