Chapter 990: Emperor's decree

  Chapter 990 The Last Emperor's Edict

   With the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qin Tianye, who was about to collapse, and Emperor Jing He's gaze fell back to the yellowed letter.

   After receiving the secret letter from Jiang Feng, Emperor Jinghe was overjoyed and immediately ordered Bai Yang to press the location recorded in the secret letter and go into the mountain of Tongxue to look for the baggage that Zheng Jiu had hidden.

   On that day, Bai Yan asked in Xuande Hall whether the bag should be sent to the palace immediately after being found. Emperor Jing He shook his head, "If there is a burden there, no one is allowed to touch it, only troops will be sent to guard it strictly."

   After three days of repeated deliberation, Emperor Jinghe, Taifu, Du Hai'an and Zhang Wenjiang made a plan to borrow the suburbs to worship the heavenly omens and bring the burden to the sky.

Afterwards, Taifu entered the palace twice and persuaded Emperor Jing He to check the burden first, but Emperor Jing He refused, "I will open it up in front of the heaven, earth, civil and military officials on the day of worship in the suburbs, and let the truth be revealed. in the world!"

Although   Jing Hedi's words were conclusive, he was also panicked in his heart, and he was so panicked that he hadn't slept well for a few days. I was frequently disturbed by nightmares at night, and every piece was related to the widow and seizing the throne.

  It was not until just now that Emperor Jinghe was kneeling on the high platform for worship in the suburbs and heard the long howl from the sky, and his heart became calm again. At this moment, seeing Qin Tianye's spirit, Jing Hedi's heart fell into his stomach.

  Ten years!

   Staring at the densely packed words on the letterhead, Emperor Jing He felt the heat pouring into his eyes from the bottom of his heart, and said firmly, "Read."

"Yes."

  Yang Feng turned the letter to himself, Qin Tianye closed his eyes, Baiguan, Jiang Liu and others held their breath and listened carefully, for fear of missing a word.

   "Long live my emperor: the slave maid, Wei Bin, the **** of Zhengyang Palace, worshipped in the shabby house of Tongjifang."

   This title is correct. Eunuchs with humble positions in the palace, like palace maids, can only call themselves "slaves".

   Yang Feng, who was tense for several days, calmed down and used his inner strength to recite the letter to ensure that everyone on the mountain could hear it.

"Long live the day when the late emperor was sent to the imperial mausoleum, the servants and other sick and weak old servants knelt down to send the late emperor and returned to the palace to pack their clothes and left the palace to return to their hometown. When the servants were packing the bedding, they found a note in it, saying that the servants should be Take the burden out of the palace, and hand it over to the most respected and popular young minister of Long Live five years later, and then ask him to tell him about the burden and hand it over to Long live, saying that the burden is the relic of an old friend, and let the servants read the letter immediately. Burn it down. The slaves were terrified at the time."

   This **** has a bad head, and explains things in a mess! If this is a clerk in their yazhong, they must give him a good scolding!

  The trembling and frightened Baiguan complained in his heart, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the worn-out rough blue cloth on the ground.

  Yang Feng also glanced at the bag, and at a glance recognized that the cloth was the coarse blue cloth used in the palace to scrub urinals. The cloth is indeed sturdy, but except for the embarrassed errand eunuchs, who would use this cloth as a burden!

   Yang Feng continued to read:

"Although there is no name on the note, the slaves recognize that it is the handwriting of the **** director He Ping. The slaves are often scolded by He Ping for being stupid, and they are very afraid of him. They dare not go against his orders, burn the letters and start looking for burdens. , but only found a furoshiki under the pillow. Due to the urging of the guards, the slave did not dare to look for it again, so she packed her belongings in the furoshiki and went out of the palace with the eunuchs and maids who returned home from Zhengyang Palace."

"On the second day when the slaves left the palace, I heard that Lord He went to follow the late emperor. The slaves were in a state of anxiety and could not afford to be sick, and knew that they would not be better. The hunter outside the city Zheng Jiu was a loyal and grateful person, and the slaves entrusted this matter to him. He also left this letter explaining the details. I hope that in five years, Zheng Jiu will be able to hand over the burden to Wan Sui and fulfill the wishes of the deceased."

   "Slave Wei Bin, I bow again. Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

After reciting   , Yang Feng put his hands on the letter, and all the officials stood upright, and no one dared to say a word. Although Wei Bin's writing was long-winded, what he said in the letter was remarkable.

   Emperor Jinghe took the letter and read it, and asked calmly, "Yang Feng, who is Wei Bin?"

   "Long live back, Wei Bin is the **** in Zhengyang Palace, the palace of the late emperor. The clothes of the **** in Zhengyang Palace in the bag can prove his identity."

   Qin Tianye opened his mouth to defend, but closed it again. At this point, he couldn't stop it if he wanted to, he could only let their monarchs and ministers sing and harmonize.

   Kang Yueliang, who was standing behind the hundred officials, looked shocked, Jiang Liu also pretended to be shocked, Qin Chengbi was uneasy, and pulled away the officials in front of him to squeeze forward.

   At the very front, Taifu Yinqian wondered, "When the late emperor was on the throne, the **** in charge was indeed He Ping, but I don't know who He Ping was referring to as an 'old friend'?"

  Kang Zhong, the protector of the country, also said, "He Ping has entrusted this burden to Long Live, and there must be a universe in it."

   He Ping's "old friend" is probably his father and emperor. Jing Hedi's heart is overturned, but his face is still calm, "Jing Qing, Xiao Qing, Fu Qing, Zhang Qing, the four of you came forward to check together."

   "Yes." The four of them stepped forward, kneeling on the four sides of the rough blue cloth bag, and looked carefully.

   It is reasonable and reasonable for the imperial censor, Dali Siqing and the Minister of Punishment to come forward to check, but why did Long Live let Zhang Wenjiang come forward? Qin Tianye looked at Zhang Wenjiang, his eyes narrowed slightly.

   Zhang Wenjiang's shadow is everywhere in this matter, who is giving him advice behind the scenes?

The four people called by Jing and Emperor were all experts in solving cases. After they carefully checked and discussed the unwrapped furoshiki, which seemed to be torn from a large piece of cloth, Jing Jiliang asked for instructions, "Long live, ministers, please send the burden. Take it apart and check it out."

  If there is something in the bag, you can only open it to check, Jing He Di nodded, "Yes."

  The jacket seems to be a single layer, how to take it apart? Baiguan widened his eyes and saw that the four were divided into four sides and began to unpack the warp one by one.

   Zhang Wenjiang, who moved the fastest, opened it only an inch apart, and found that there was a little dirty bright yellow inside. He couldn't help wrapping his hands and turned to look at Jing Hedi.

   Jing He Di stared at the bright yellow spot, his heart pounding, "Continue to dismantle."

"Yes."

   It was a lot of work to split the fabric into threads with bare hands. The foreheads of the four people who were unpacking were covered with dense beads of sweat. Qin Tianye and Qin Chengbi, who was squeezed to the side of Li Zhaozhou, the minister of households, all stared at this increasingly dazzling color.

  The people present are all discerning people. Just looking at the color and pattern, you can see that this cloth hides the imperial decree!

  The imperial decree is the brocade made of fine silk through eighteen processes, which can keep it from rot for a hundred years. What a precious thing this is!

   But the sacred decree, which was sealed in a thick blue cloth, was full of pinholes, thick blue threads, and the corners were charred. Every time Zhang Wenjiang and the four drew a thick line, their hearts trembled. For fear that the dripping sweat would contaminate the imperial decree, the four of them kept wiping their foreheads and palms with their wide sleeves.

After the words on the imperial decree were revealed little by little, Zhang Wenjiang was overjoyed, Jing Jiliang was in tears, leaned over and choked, "Long live, what is sewn into the bag is the emperor's edict!"

  Wow—

   Baiguan couldn't help but feel restless.

   (end of this chapter)