The dark and damp imperial prison, a scum man squatting on the ground, holding a section of bare was worn smooth small wooden stick, stick as a pen, in the mud, potholes on the floor of the stick writing, wooden stick shuttle in the mud, a moment like a reinless steed in the air to come to the dust Mercedes Benz, a moment and as a dragon flying in the sky to move in the clouds and water, in an instant, a line containing the righteousness of the lettering will be leaping in the mud.
Yes, this scum is Zhu Pingan.
On the sixth day of the imperial prison, Zhu Pingan has evolved into a scummy man, with a short layer of scruff sprouting from his upper lip and chin, but it is not brown, and even less scruffy, but rather adds a touch of maturity to the young and youthful him.
“Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed and endowed with flowing form. The lower is the river and mountain, the upper is the sun and stars. In the people said that the vastness, Pei Huo Sei Cang Wei. The royal road when the Qingyi, contain and spit Mingting. The time poor section is to see, one by one hanging Danqing. In qi tai shi simple, in jin donghu pen. In the Qin Zhang Liang vertebrae, in the Han Su Wu section, in the Ming Shen Lian sparsity, Yang Jisheng sparsity, Yang most sparsity …….”
Zhu Pingan squatted on the muddy ground of the imperial prison cell, holding a wooden stick on the muddy ground and writing on the stick, while silently reciting the Southern Song Dynasty Wen Tianxiang’s “Song of Zhengqi”, however, the content of “Song of Zhengqi” had already been modified by Zhu Pingan, after Han Suwu, adding the Great Ming Shen Lian, Yang Jisheng, Yang Most and others.
“Although I am foolish and rude, I do not dare to follow the edict …….”
Although several days had passed, these words of Yang Most still echoed in Zhu Pingan’s ears from time to time. Yang Most’s temperament had deeply shocked Zhu Pingan, and the righteousness in Zhu Pingan’s heart and chest was also fermenting.
“Lord Yang, Ping An has been taught. Although Ping An cannot become a poplar like you who would rather bend than bend, he will never go against this righteousness in his chest, and even if he bends, it will definitely be for this righteousness.”
After writing the Song of Righteousness in a single stroke on the muddy ground, Zhu Pingan gave a long bow to the empty cell across the street, then reached out his foot to smooth out the flowing clouds and flowing water, the vast and righteous handwriting, so that it would revert back to the mud.
Qi Min Yao Ji – Volume 5 – Planting Elms and Poplars: “Poplars are very strong and straight in nature, and can be used as house materials; they fold when they fold, but they do not bend in the end.”
In Zhu Pingan’s mind, Yang most, Shen Lian, Yang Jisheng, they are such a poplar, they are rather bend the beam of talent, the Ming this big house, can not be separated from the poplar talent like them.
Zhu Pingan knew that he could not do what they did, but Zhu Pingan would not be presumptuous, everyone has a different code in their hearts, they will bend, but bending is for the better maintenance of righteousness.
Righteousness endures.
Zhu Pingan firmly clenched his fist.
“Hey, that nerd, it’s time to eat.”
The imperial prison guards came with a bowl of rice and shouted lazily, placing the bowl casually outside the cell, their chopsticks falling to the ground, their attitude was slack, not putting Zhu Pingan in their eyes at all.
To them, no matter how high your status is outside, how powerful you are, how illustrious your reputation is, but when you enter the Imperial Prison, you are just a piece of rotten meat, when you enter the Imperial Prison, how many people can walk out alive?
As for calling Zhu Pingan a nerd, it was because Zhu Pingan used to read the Four Books and Five Classics in the morning, and often wrote and drew on the ground, so several of their guards who were responsible for this area, called Zhu Pingan a nerd.
“Thank you.”
Zhu Pingan arched his hand, unimpressed with the attitude of the jailer, although it was a little late, it was hard to have three meals a day delivered without missing a single meal.
The jailer did not even look at Zhu Pingan, lazily yawned, and left with a wobble.
Zhu Pingan picked up the chopsticks from the ground, wiped them with his prison clothes, picked up the bowl, and took a big gulp.
Breakfast was a bowl of rare rice, about what was left over from yesterday, and given that the Imperial Prison was cold and damp, it had not turned rancid. On top of the rare rice floated a few black strips of pickled cabbage, shredded from pickled pickle lumps.
This was the standard for breakfast in the Imperial Prison.
Zhu Pingan finished his breakfast and placed the dishes outside his cell, when the time came, someone would naturally collect them.
When it was almost noon, Zhu Pingan, who was practising his calligraphy, heard a sound of footsteps, so he reached out to scribble away the words he had written, then raised his head to look in the direction of the footsteps, and soon a line of people appeared in Zhu Pingan’s line of sight – eunuchs dressed in gorgeous clothes as well as uniformed jinyiwei.
The configuration of this line of people was somewhat familiar.
But although the configuration was familiar, the people were different, the leading eunuch was an unfamiliar face, it was not Feng Bao, it was not Chen Hong, it was an unfamiliar eunuch; accompanying him were the Brocade Guards, Zhu Pingan recognised, it was no one else, it was the big red flying fish uniform Brocade Guards Thousand Households who had apprehended themselves into the Imperial Prison.
“Zhu Pingan, why don’t you quickly come over to pay your respects to the Lord Chinaman.”
The Big Red Flying Fish Suit Brocade Guard called out to Zhu Pingan from afar, his voice was as unpleasant as a jackal as always.
Gross.
How is it that you always have trouble with yourself, Zhu Pingan breathlessly rolled his eyes.
“Oh, I’ve heard of Lord Xiao Zhu’s great name for a long time, but I never thought that the first time we would meet here, it’s really unforgettable. Oh, right, small Zhu Ta-Jen still do not know the miscellaneous family right, miscellaneous family is the Shang Cuisine Supervisor Meng Chong, small Zhu Ta-Jen that the sweet and sour fish and spicy shark’s fin which is more down to dinner masterpiece, now also in our Shang Cuisine Supervisor hanging it. Today, I have been ordered by His Majesty to come here to hear a few questions from Lord Xiao Zhu.”
The strange-faced eunuch came close to the cell and said with a smile with Zhu Pingan.
“So it’s Eunuch Meng, nice to meet you.”Zhu Pingan arched his hand and greeted Meng Chong inside the cell.
At first, Zhu Pingan didn’t have any feelings about Meng Chong’s name, but after the greeting, Zhu Pingan suddenly jumped in his heart when he mentally noted down Meng Chong’s name, a lightning bolt crossed his mind, and then he couldn’t help but look at Meng Chong one more time.
Meng Chong?
You are Meng Chong! Feng Bao’s future rival!
This is a eunuch known for his flattery, leaving a comment in history of “striving to decorate with strange skills and tricks to please the emperor”.
The future ten years later, the high arch first recommended Chen Hong seal of ceremonial supervisor, and so Chen Hong was dismissed, Feng Bao thought the opportunity to come, but did not expect the high arch recommended to fill the vacancy in the seal of ceremonial supervisor is the Meng Chong. In fact, according to the provisions of the court, Meng Chong is not qualified to take charge of the Secretary Secretary, but the high arch despite the provisions, still insisted on recommending support for Meng Chong seal of the Secretary.
This shows that Meng Chong fawning power, even the high arch of this kind of temper, he can fawn on the Lord, let the high arch for him to make an exception.
“How, small Zhu Ta-Jen has also heard of the miscellaneous family? Then the miscellaneous family really has the honour of three lifetimes.”Meng Chong said with a smile.
True to form, he was a eunuch who had left a flattering name in history, and was able to have such an attitude in the face of his own self in the imperial prison.
Zhu Pingan could not help but sigh with emotion.
