Another sunset dusk, the western sky is like a young girl on makeup blue rouge powder, red so charming, so beautiful.
The imperial prison has no dusk, only darkness.
Zhu Pingan borrowed the firelight of the aisle, leaning against the prison bars, on the muddy ground, tirelessly writing and drawing.
“Hey, nerd, dinner is served.”
The jailer came carrying a wooden bucket, raised a long-handled spoon stained with rice grains and knocked on the prison bars, reminding Zhu Pingan, and then fed the pig like a pig, holding the long-handled spoon and scooping two scoops of rice from the bucket and snapping it into a bowl, handing it to Zhu Pingan.
“Thank you, many thanks.”
Zhu Pingan gave a thank you and took the bowl and casually placed it at his feet, cupping the wooden stick in his hand and continuing to write and draw.
The first volume of the famous anti-Japanese general Qi Jiguang’s Practical Records of Military Training was almost finished, so it would not be too late to finish it before eating it. With the writing of “The Actual Records of Military Training”, Zhu Pingan’s understanding and comprehension of military affairs was also slowly deepening.
Reading a book a hundred times is better than reading it a hundred times, Zhu Pingan personally thought so.
As for the silent writing of the Actual Records of Military Training, it was because the northern captives of the Ming Dynasty and the southern Japanese, the military affairs were all over the place, no matter what position he was in, these tactics of military training, the method of using the military, he knew more about it, and there was no harm in it. Even if he is in the capital, as a civil official, later there is a frontline military officer war report, he can read and understand is not.
In fact, not only the actual record of military training, Zhu Pingan in the Imperial Prison also wrote “Sun Tzu’s Art of War”, “martial arts” and other military books. Of course, not only military books, political and economic writings, Zhu Pingan also recited a lot of silent writing in prison. Inside the imperial prison, Zhu Pingan’s most affluent thing was his time, although the conditions of the imperial prison were tough, but it was rare that no one disturbed him, so Zhu Pingan could concentrate fully on the studies that interested him.
“Eating is not active, there is something wrong with your brain. Inside this imperial prison, there’s a ball to reading and practicing words, and you still want to get out. Heh, I’ve been working in this imperial prison for over ten years, and I’ve seen so many people come in, but I haven’t seen many get out. What’s the point of torturing yourself so much, it’s better to sleep and live one day at a time.”
The jailer couldn’t help but shake his head and taunted Zhu Pingan a few times, these days he patrolled the cell, every time he patrolled to Zhu Pingan’s, he saw Zhu Pingan either memorising or practicing his words, practicing his words so much that the whole cell’s land was turned over a few times, and the muddy ground was about to become a sandy ground, he was very impressed with this nerd.
In his opinion, Zhu Pingan has entered the Imperial Prison, but also so tortured themselves for what, memorising and practising words how boring and tired and annoying ah, have that memorising and practising words effort, not as much as the other prisoners like a little bit more sleep is a little bit more sleep a day is a day.
The more you do, the more sleep you will get.
This is the state of the imperial prison prisoners should have.
“If you hear the Dao in the morning, you can die in the evening.”Zhu Pingan raised his head and smiled slightly. Historically, how many people read and study, are the more difficult the more angry, and eventually become successful, for example, when Confucius was poor between Chen Cai, quinoa soup is not poured, seven days do not taste the grain, but all day lecturing, reciting books, playing the qin ceaselessly, and eventually became a saint. One’s own talent is not as much as one ten thousandth of the sages such as Confucius Sage, and only by making more efforts can one look at his back.
“What do you mean?”The jailer looked puzzled, then shook his head and taunted, “I don’t know if the Dao is the way, but I do know that if you don’t even know how to eat, then you’re not far from starving to death.”
“Hehe, thanks for the reminder, I’ll eat after I finish writing this volume.”Zhu Pingan smiled faintly.
“What a nerd, inside this imperial prison, there’s a ball point in writing, what, you still want to go out?”The jailer looked at Zhu Pingan.
“Hehe, rice is material food, books are spiritual food, the body has to be full, and the spirit can’t be hungry either, no. In addition, to be honest, I do want to go out, one has to have a little dream, otherwise what’s the difference with salted fish, in case it comes true.”Zhu Pingan laughed and finally borrowed a famous quote from Master Star and said back.
“And in case it comes true? Oh, still really a nerd, you’ll finish eating later, lie down there, and dream you’ll realise it.”
The jailer shook his head and snorted, feeling that Zhu Pingan was whimsical, entering the imperial prison and still wanting to get out, simply dreaming.
Zhu Pingan laughed, did not speak again, lowered his head and continued to mimeograph the first volume of the Actual Records of Military Training which was still almost completed.
“What a nerd ……”
The jailer felt that Zhu Pingan was incorrigible, shook his head, and left with a wobble carrying his rice bucket.
“The holy decree has arrived!”
However, just as the jailer was about to reach the corner of the aisle, he suddenly heard a shrill voice from the other side of the aisle.
Holy decree?
When the jailer heard the word holy decree, his body reflexively plopped down on his knees at the side of the aisle to avoid it.
Soon, a line of people came over from the side of the aisle, three eunuchs led the way, the leading eunuch respectfully held a roll of black bullhorn spools of holy decree inside his hand, accompanied by a team of brocade guards.
A line of people from the kneeling jailer passed in front, walked straight to Zhu Pingan’s cell, kneeling on the ground of the jailer, the rest of the eye saw the reading of the imperial decree of a line of people stopped in front of Zhu Pingan’s cell, the mind can not help but think of Zhu Pingan’s words: to do people have to have a little bit of a dream, otherwise with the salted fish what is the difference between the case of realisation it ……
It won’t really be said by this nerd, right?
The jailer’s eyelids could not help but jump, and then shook his head, no, this nerd has only been ordered by the saint to be put in the imperial prison, how can he be ordered to be released again, the saint’s golden words, how can he change his mind so quickly.
It will not be a decree to execute this nerd, right?
Unfortunately, this nerd does not seem to be a great evil person, the jailer can not help but pity Zhu Pingan. In fact, don’t look at the jailer often taunted Zhu Pingan, but in his heart, in the face of Zhu Pingan in the Imperial Prison can still insist on reading and practicing calligraphy, the heart is still some admiration. Therefore, three meals a day were never left behind for Zhu Pingan.
“Oh, little Lord Zhu, we meet again.”
The leading eunuch was none other than Meng Chong who had left in the morning, coming to the front of Zhu Ping An’s cell, he said to Zhu Ping An with a smile on his face.
When Zhu Pingan saw Meng Chong, his heart could not help but be excited, Meng Chong had only been interrogated by decree in the morning, and then he came to announce the decree in the evening, and then looking at Meng Chong’s smiling appearance, he had obviously brought good news.
Although after Meng Chong’s enquiry in the morning, Zhu Pingan had a few certainties in his mind about the arrival of this moment, but at this moment, seeing the smiling Meng Chong as well as the imperial decree in his hand, Zhu Pingan still couldn’t help but be excited.
“Eunuch Meng.”Zhu Pingan held back the excitement in his heart, arched his hand and whispered back.
“Lord Qianhu, please also have someone open the cell door so that the miscellaneous family can pronounce the decree to little Lord Zhu.”Meng Chong smiled and said to the accompanying Jinyiwei leader.
The leader of the Brocade Guards nodded and ordered someone to open Zhu Pingan’s cell door.
“The imperial decree has arrived, Zhu Pingan receives the decree.”Meng Chong unfolded the imperial decree.
“Sinful minister Zhu Pingan, pay homage to our Emperor, long live our Emperor.”Zhu Pingan bowed to the holy decree with a great salute.
“By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor edicts that Zhu Ping’an, the Ministerial Bachelor of the House of King Yu ……Knowingly not reporting, harbouring back, concealing Yang Jisheng’s crimes, slandering ministers ……Considering the first offence, several meritorious deeds, relegated to the governor of Jingnan ……”
Meng Chong’s voice reading the imperial decree echoed within the imperial prison.
Still really went out?
The jailer kneeling on the ground had a face of shock and incredulity.
