Chapter 22: slander

At this time, Qin Nuo had no idea that he had just tossed a difficult problem to the other party. After a busy day, he returned to Zhuang, and he took a hot spring bath comfortably, then climbed to bed and fell asleep.
In the dream, Baihuahua's silver fell from the sky. His new soaps, toilet waters, and even famous wines were listed one by one. All of them caused the market to become popular. It was very popular in the aristocratic circle. He counted the number of silver votes to be soft. Every day's trouble is to worry about these silver How to spend.
Good dreams dawn, and woke up refreshedly the next day.
Qin Nuo's life has been busy and fulfilling these days.
He wanted to come with plants, ash and other materials, and ordered several girls to collect a bunch of petals over the flower garden. This season, most of the bright flowers have withered. However, a few osmanthus trees are blooming just right, and wild chrysanthemums are spreading in the mountains.
An experiment was performed with the bottles and cans found on Zhuangzi. The first batch produced five samples, each of which had a different ingredient. After the modulation is successful, pour it into a small box and wait for the condensation to agglomerate.
In the rest of the time, Qin Nuo was not idle, went up the hill to go hunting, went down the river to go boating and fishing, and when he was tired, he went back to soak in the hot spring comfortably, carefree, comparable to the days of the gods.
On this day Qin Nuo rode a horse to hunt rabbits and ran all the way to the top of the mountain. Although it is only a small hill of a few hundred meters high, it stands high and overlooks the endless range of country houses, which makes people breathtaking. The golden wheat waves spread on the ground, like an extravagant gold carpet. It is the harvest season, and many tenant farmers in the field are busy. Qin Nuo really falls in love with life here.
This hill is at the far north of the villa, and further north, it is another broader farm. That was the property of his third brother Qin Jian, and Qin Jian's wealth was not comparable to his own, the newly-born King of the county.
In fact, several nearby Zhuangzi were originally the property of King Lai. After King Lai was given to death, they were returned to the palace. In the next few years, most of these properties were given to Guo Guifei as a fat powder Zhuangzi . After the death of Gui Guifei, Emperor Jing Yao gave these to Qin Jian. Therefore, before the government was opened, Qin Jian's wealth was several times richer than that of the ordinary prince, and behind him was the famous and nobleman of the Guo family.
Just looking down from the top of the mountain, it was obviously the harvest season, but there was no wheat on Qin Jian's Zhuangzi, and there were lush green grass everywhere.
Regarding his doubts, the manager of Tianzhuang explained: "Master Wang, you don't know. Lord Zhuang's nearby Zhuangzi have been converted into hunting grounds. Three years ago, all the wheat was cut here and grass was replanted. This Zhuangzi It is three or four times larger than ours. There are several villages in the back, and the forest in the back. They are all the fiefdoms of King De. You can't run for a few days and nights. "
"I heard that there is a place called Roaring Villa in the mountain forest. There seems to be a fighting field. I can see masters fighting every day. Right, it seems that there are lions and tigers in it. The tiger-carrying cage passed by at the foot of the mountain, oops, that majestic and domineering person was shocked. "
"Well, just two days ago, our three dogs on Zhuangzi got up at night, and saw the elders' team walking over the hillside. Running across the ground was like thunder, and I do n’t know if it was transporting anything. Beast. "
Qin Nuo frowned, immediately remembering that Qin Xun had mentioned that Qin Jian had his own fighting ground, and then looked at the endless green grass in front of him, and couldn't help asking: "What about the farmer on Zhuangzi? In the era, the tenant farmers on the aristocratic farms were almost equivalent to the private slaves of the aristocrats. They all had to live on the output of the farms and rebuild their hunting grounds. Can they support so many people? "
"Some of the strong men stayed as miscellaneous servants, and some of the old and infirm were taken away. In the past few years, King Zhuangzi's sighs of 3,000 or 4,000 households in one breath. It's a miserable thing. "It seems that the rabbit is dead and sorrowful, and Tian Guanshi shook his head and sighed." It's a sin, I can only sell children and daughters. I heard that I haven't survived the winter ... "
Having said that, I remembered that the owner was the brother of Lord De, and he stunned.
Qin Nuo's face was gloomy, but he didn't say much. Don't say that it has been several years. Even if it happened, it was Qin Jian's private property. There was no room for him to deal with it.
Without the mood to swim freely, Qin Nuo returned dizzily to Zhuangzi.
But received an unexpected news.
Dongbo sent someone to send a stationery.
Since talking to Qin Yue before, Qin Nuo is deeply aware of the occlusion of his news. He does not want to expand his social circle like Qin Xun, but he does not want to be too evasive. Therefore, I ordered Dongbo to send a few savvy babies to walk around everyday, inquire about some market news from the teahouse and wine shop, and then collected by Dongbo, important reports to myself.
Including these days living in Grange, Qin Nuo and Jingcheng Palace kept the frequency of one letter for two days. Dongbo will inform the letter in detail of what happened in Beijing every time.
I thought it was just a few days away. The situation in Beijing is the same as today's food prices. It is unlikely that there will be much fluctuation. I did not expect that something really happened.
Five hundred Tai students knelt before the palace door to petition, and such a big thing turned out to be directed at Qin Jian.
Dong Bowen's words were neat and he put the matter in the letter one by one.
It turned out that after Qin Jian was named Prince, he took the post of General Compiler of the History and History of the Hanlin Academy Jinghua Museum. This position can be said to be both expensive and prominent. When the compilation of literature and history was completed, the last name of Qin Jian's Department must be passed on to future generations.
The Museum of Literature and History is busy writing about the life of Zheng Jingyao.
According to the practice of Da Zhou's literature and history, after the death of each emperor, the living notes that record the major events of his life should be sorted and sealed, and usually a clan would supervise. Qin Jian, the new prince, is also Emperor Jingyao's beloved son.
The bad is bad in Qin Jian's love for his father.
The living note records the deeds of Emperor Jing Yao's life in great detail, and there are quite a few unclear points in it. Among them, the most unbearable for Qin Jian was his biological mother, Gui Guifei, who was originally Jing Yaodi's younger daughter-in-law.
As a young daughter of Guo Jiayu, Guo Guifei was originally married to King Lai. That's right, she was the original owner of Qinnuo Villa. Unfortunately, when he was about to get married, King Lai was involved in the chaos of the Four Kings and was given death by a glass of poisonous wine. Guo Guifei became a widow. The Guo family was thinking of waiting for the limelight to pass, looking for a responsible official and family in a foreign place, and marrying their daughter. Unexpectedly, after Emperor Jing Yao ascended the throne, he could not wait for a piece of paper to summon the Guo family daughter into the palace.
Some people in Beijing couldn't help talking about it, saying that King Lai had died a bit unjustly. He was casual, and only loved poems and tea. Although his compatriots rebelled, he was completely out of the way, but was finally killed by a glass of poisoned wine by Emperor Jing Yao. The purpose is to conquer this beautiful brother-in-law who is famous for her beauty.
Of course, these rumors quickly disappeared under the suppression of Jing Yaodi. No matter what rumors, it can't stop Guo Guifei from gaining favor in the harem, and even the queen must retreat by three points. It is a pity that Yan Yan was frail and died of illness only ten years after entering the palace. Leaving a son, Qin Jian was still held by the prince of Jing Yao.
Historian recorded the details of Guo Guifei's entry into the palace, including her engagement with King Lai. This greatly stabbed Qin Jian, arguing with historians, and the matter became more and more intense.
After listening to these piles of broken things, Qin Nuo was startled. He seriously suspected that this post was specially dug by Queen Mother Huo and Qin Jian to jump, otherwise they disliked Qin Jian for why they were so expensive. And a good job.
Didn't you make a splash on your father's funeral? Manchu fighters praised you for being pure and filial, and now give you a good opportunity to express your filial piety! Do you want to sit back and watch your dear father Huang Qingshi stay infamous? Or do we have to intervene to offend this group of scholars?
Well, with Qin Jian's bad temper, guessing with his knee also knows the answer.
When Qin Jian was supervising, he saw that his dear father and emperor were so "slandered", especially when the matter involved the Guo family, anger was irresistible, and the attack occurred on the spot, ordering the historian to modify it.
There are quite a few hard-tempered officials, and they insist that successes and failures should be commented on by future generations. As a son-in-law, one should not only care about disguising history for elders. In the end, even Qin Jian's mother, the Guo family, scolded him.
With Qin Jian's bad temper, how can people be so rebellious. Immediately ordered the guards to slam some of the fiercest on the ground and hit thirty boards.
At that time, he was rebellious and rebellious, and disrespected the clan's name. However, the bad was bad. One of the assaulted historians was born frail and sick, and died that night.
Immediately, the horse honeycomb was struck, and some of the historians in the Wenshi Pavilion were sad and sorrowful, begging to give an explanation.
However, Qin Jian's beef temper was as stinky and hard as the stone in Maokeng. Along the Mao Mao, it may still calm down. The harder the top, the greater the fire. Hearing the news that the historians went on strike, they sent a guard to drive away. As a result, two historians accidentally fell off the steps while running, bumped their heads, and died on the spot.
Three lives were lost in a row, all of which were grade-level officials, and things went viral. In particular, the latter historian was a teacher in Taixue and had high moral standing.
The students are excited about each other.
Today, the 500 students in Taixue are still kneeling outside the palace gate, demanding that Qin Jian, the prince for wrongdoing, be severely punished. Civil and military in the Manchu dynasty were having a headache for the battle in Beishuo. He happened to be so non-stop. Now the courtiers complained about this uneasy prince.
I don't think it's clear whatsoever!
Qin Nuo automatically entered the palace fighting mode, secretly groaning.
If one historian died, there is still a trace that may be unexpected. Three deaths in a row can never be so coincident.
"How is the situation in Beijing today?" Qin Nuo asked casually after reading the stationery.
"They are still in a stalemate. Five hundred students refused to give in and insisted on punishing Prince Germany severely. However, Prince Germany couldn't keep his door closed these days, and even when he entered the palace, he said he was sick." The letter-supplying Xiaoyi replied, clear of tongue , The sound is clear and smooth, especially nice.
Qin Nuo couldn't help looking up. Then he blinked and froze.
The person in front of him was in his early twenties. He was tall and thin, and his eyes were bright and handsome. However, a horizontal scar on the bridge of his nose was a little dazzling, but it also added two points of heroism to this overly handsome face.
The man in front of him was a little bit face-to-face, not the ones who often run errands in Fuchu. Where have you seen ...
Realizing that Qin Nuo was staring at himself, the Tsing Yi people bowed down and said, "Belong to Yuanyuan, I have seen Wang Ye, and I have not thanked Wang Ye for his salvation."
There is no humility in the conversation, and the words are clear.
It turned out to be the one I bought last time in Douchang! Qin Nuo said, his mind began to turn. Dongbo was really considerate. He was idle and bored here. The cheap master came here. Tones are too loose.
With all his thoughts in his heart, he asked, "How about your injury?"
"Thank you for your concern. Your subordinates have recovered."
"That's good, what do you think about this?" Qin Nuo lifted the stationery on his hands.
"Korean-Chinese affairs, non-Fangyuan Yijie Wufu can beaked."
Seems to be a dumb person, he should not leak himself at will, Qin Nuo is quite satisfied with his temptation. Laughing, "You have run this hard, go down and rest first."
"Donbo girl, don't you need to reply?"
"No, I will be returning to Beijing in a few days. I can go back together at that time."