Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

After a while, Wei An walked into the court room panting. He was as weak as Xu Jinyu. He walked from the East Palace to the court room with a pale face and cold sweat.

Emperor Xuan let Wei An rest for a while, and then asked Wei An with a smile: "Wei An, it has now been found out that Pingyang Hou killed your mother, abused you, and seized your mother's dowry."

"He has been imprisoned, stripped of his title, and sentenced to 60 strokes of the cane for killing his wife, and one year in prison. Because of your father's bad attitude, we will add a few more years to your father's sentence."

"I called you here to ask you what you think about the title of Marquis of Pingyang?"

Wei An swayed and almost sat on the ground.

He knew that in ancient times the sentence for killing one's wife was not severe, but he did not expect it to be so light.

For one life, he was beaten with sixty sticks and sentenced to a few years in jail.

The emperor did not even mention the fact that he had been abused, so it should not be within the scope of the sentence.

A human life is so worthless, and this is a daughter of a wealthy merchant. If it were an ordinary citizen, that life might only be worth a few taels of silver!

Wei An once again gained a deep understanding of the cruelty of ancient society.

He wants to stand on the high position.

At this moment Wei An swore with his own life.

He secretly glanced at Xu Jinyu who was standing in the crowd. It was very easy for him to stand in a high position because he had a natural comrade-in-arms.

The officials looked at the pale young man, most of them felt sympathy, while some glared at Wei An.

He actually didn't even plead for mercy for his father. How unfilial.

He did not stand up and reprimand Wei An in court, but was hindered by the fact that Emperor Xuan wanted to punish Marquis Pingyang.

Now is not the time for impeachment.

Facing all kinds of looks, Wei An let out a long sigh. Now he had to consider how to deal with this title. He wanted to leave no handle behind, make Marquis Pingyang uncomfortable, and leave the old lady in the mansion speechless.

Wei An couldn't think of a solution, but he had seen many unethical methods in modern society.

Modern people focus on being knowledgeable.

"Your Majesty! I don't want the title of Marquis of Pingyang. Give it to my uncle or uncle. If I don't have any uncle or uncle, then give the title to someone from the side branch of the Wei family."

"coax!"

This sentence hit the room like a bomb.

At this moment, except for Xu Jinyu, the faces of all the officials changed, from red to white, and from white to blue.

What courage it takes to give up a hereditary title.

You should know that the emperors of Daqian were not generous people. Except for the founding emperor, the rest of the emperors were particularly stingy when it came to conferring titles.

In almost every generation, only the queen's mother's family could be granted the title of Marquis Cheng'en, and the title could only be passed down for three generations.

This hereditary title can be passed down as long as the Wei family does not rebel and does not become extinct.

"oh!"

Emperor Xuan raised his eyebrows in interest.

"Marquis of Pingyang was conferred when the country was founded. Emperor Gaozu promised that he would be hereditary. Are you really willing to give it up?"

Originally, Emperor Xuan wanted to ask Wei An to come and support him, so that he could inherit the title of Marquis of Pingyang more smoothly.

Unexpectedly, Wei An refused the title of Marquis of Pingyang right away.

“I’m willing to give it up!”

The two words "Wei An" were said with absolute certainty, not because he was so generous as to give up a title.

But he was confident that he could get himself another title.

If he dared to inherit the title of Marquis Pingyang, there was an old lady waiting for him in the Marquis Pingyang's Mansion.

Moreover, Marquis Pingyang will only serve a few years in jail, but he will eventually have to return to Marquis Pingyang's Mansion. How will he treat his father then?

Be tit-for-tat or pretend not to see it, or be respectful.

No matter what method you use, you will be the one who suffers. It is better not to accept the title from the beginning.

"If I want a title, I can earn it."

The young man was not tall, and even a little thin, but when he said this, he had an indomitable confidence.

"Hahaha········"

Emperor Xuan burst into laughter.

He knew that Wei An and Xu Jinyu came from the same background, and he believed that Wei An could earn a title for himself.

"Good! Young people's spirit!"

"Issue an order that the title of Marquis of Pingyang shall be inherited by Wei Youxue, the illegitimate son of the old Marquis of Pingyang. I order Wei An to live in a separate residence and not be required to pay respect to the Marquis of Pingyang. By the way, all the dowry that Liu brought back then shall be returned to Wei An."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

This time Wei An knelt particularly neatly.

If not for anything else, just for the one million taels of dowry. It’s only been a dozen years, the Pingyang Marquis’ Mansion should not have squandered it all!

[Woohoo! I’m rich! I’m rich! ]

Xu Jinyu's cheerful voice came.

[One million taels of silver, I should be able to borrow some, but unfortunately I only have three taels of silver left on me. "]

All the officials looked at Emperor Xuan and the Crown Prince with strange eyes.

"!!!"

These two people, one is an emperor and the other is a prince. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the richest people in the world. However, they are so stingy.

Lady Xu, a county lady, only has a pitiful three taels of silver.

I'm afraid all the street vendors in the capital are richer than Lord Xu.

Emperor Xuan?

Emperor Xuan looked up at the pillars in the room.

Hey! The pattern on this pillar is very beautiful, the dragon is a dragon, the phoenix is ​​a phoenix, I will reward this craftsman after the court is dismissed.

The prince just looked at the floor, as if he didn't hear Xu Jinyu's thoughts.

Being scolded by Xu Jinyu all day long, how much do they owe each other!

Also gave money to Xu Jinyu.

【With money, you can buy cement and glass technology. 【】

Xu Jinyu's heart was full of longing.

[The light in this room is too dim. After installing the glass, the room will be brighter.]

Emperor Xuan withdrew his gaze from the pillar, and the Crown Prince also raised his head at once.

The officials looked eager and excited.

Lord Xu is about to make another effort.

It doesn’t matter what glass is, what matters is that glass brightens the light in a room.

Do you know how much money Daqian spends on lighting every year?

In Daqian, a candle cost 400 coins, which was equivalent to 500 kilograms of grain. When the weather was bad, they had to burn it from morning to night, and it would take more than 10 candles a day.

10 candles are equivalent to kilograms of grain, and this is the most common white wax. The candles used in the morning room are more precious.

It’s not so bad in winter, but in summer, lighting a candle can make people die of heat.

If Lord Xu needs money, please tell me earlier. I will give it to you if you tell me earlier.

At this moment, the eyes of all the officials looking at Emperor Xuan were already filled with a sense of disappointment.

If you really don't want to give it, we can give it to you.

Emperor Xuan looked at Xu Jinyu with a kind look.

"Issue an imperial decree to reward Lord Xu with 10,000 taels of silver."

Emperor Xuan looked at Xu Jinyu with a smile. These ten thousand taels of silver should be enough.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jinyu's first reaction was to take a step back and look at Emperor Xuan vigilantly.

Then he slowly walked out of the crowd, knelt down and said respectfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."

But in her mind there was another scene.

[Why did this old man give me silver for no reason? What does he want me to do? I don’t want to go and see what kind of talents are in the Taoist temple. ]

[Although it’s very interesting, I just want to sleep now. If I don’t sleep well every day, I won’t live long. ]

Wei An covered his face with his hands.

It was really all thanks to that golden finger that a feudal emperor was able to resist killing Xu Jinyu.

Emperor Xuan's fists clenched tighter and tighter, and smoke was almost coming out of his nose.

Old man!

He is not old at all. He is in middle age. Unless there are any accidents, he will have no problem living for another ten or eight years.

He even gave her silver as a reward, but she still despised him. What kind of emperor is he?