My historian is dying every day

"It's [-]:[-] noon, execution!"

The north wind was cloudy and cold, and heavy snow fell carelessly.

130 The eight sword lights fell together, cutting through the bitter cold wind in midwinter, dazzling people's eyes.

The dark red blood, mixed with the years of dirt on the execution platform, overflowed and flowed down, until it reached the feet of the people watching the execution.

The crowd took a few steps back again and again, for fear of getting their feet dirty.

"...Do people say that the Ministry of Industry raises corrupt officials? This Qin Wenshu is also very courageous. Not only did he embezzle a few 10 taels of silver from the imperial court for water control, but he also sold the blueprints of military defense to the vassals..."

"It's all about getting rich, but this is a good time. The whole family has their heads cut off. They make money but spend it!"

"It's a crime! Look at the child in the innermost place, I'm afraid he's only thirteen or fourteen years old..."

……

Before the end of the 19th year of Mingde, the emperor died of a serious illness and passed away.Since then, the prosperity of Mingde came to an end, and the 24-year-old fifth son of the emperor, Qi Yuling, succeeded to the throne and led his troops to surround the imperial city to protect the former emperor's palace.

The late emperor's younger brother, Prince Jing, was deeply mourned and anxious, and followed his elder brother away.The new emperor was grateful for his loyalty, and asked his son Qi Xuan to inherit his father's title, increase his fiefdom by a thousand mu, and eat ten thousand people.

On the day of national mourning, the gate of Yushitai slowly opened, and a thin figure staggered out.The thin blue gown on his body was wrinkled, and his delicate eyebrows faced the snow, full of depression.

The wind and snow were misty, and he only felt numb in his limbs.When he was about to collapse, suddenly a pair of hands helped him up: "Yanzhi be careful!"

He looked back heavily, but the next moment he pushed the man away bitterly: "Get lost!"

The person who was pushed away had just come out of Yushitai, his face was pale and haggard, his hair was disheveled, and his brown robe was covered with dust.

"Don't think I don't know..." The man in the green shirt glared at the man in the brown robe with red eyes, "Fang Zhitong, who is the one who is greedy for money? Who is the one who copied the blueprints?...Old Qin treats you like a family member ,you--"

"I've never done it!" The man in the brown robe's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was stunned, "Old Qin treats me like a father, and I will definitely not harm him! I never did it! Lao Qin didn't do it either! You believe me!"

"I believe you? You know what you have done yourself!" The man in the green shirt stood still, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.He looked at the eyes of the brown-robed man, and it was colder and colder than the snow-rolling wind.

"Fang Zhitong, when I find out that this case is old Qin's vindication, the Qin family's 130 lives... will definitely be paid in blood!"

……

Three years later.

In July in the capital, it was extremely hot. After seeing the dog days, I finally looked forward to the rainstorm.

At Yinshi, Qingyuan Emperor Qi Yu opened his eyes on the dragon couch behind the imperial study room, listening to the thunderous rain outside the window, the word Sichuan was formed between his handsome brows.

The emperor has his own worries.

If it is hot, it is suspected that epidemic diseases will run rampant, when it is cold, it is afraid of crops being invaded, when the sky is dry, it is also worried about drought, and when it is rainy, it is afraid of floods.

Floods are the biggest problem of the dynasty.

Qi Yu turned sideways, wondering whether the Jianghuai embankment this year was strong enough, recalling the statement made by the governor of the river channel a few months ago, he felt uneasy in his chest, so he simply sat up and called the maid to wash up.

The servants and maids filed in.Qi Yu washed up as usual, and inadvertently raised his eyes to scan, only to find that there was someone missing.

He raised his long and handsome eyebrows, looked around carefully, and asked, "Where is Zuo Sheren?"

Zuo Sheren's name is Zuo Tangxian, and he was a living Sheren who often accompanied the emperor when he was the first emperor.The people in the living room enter the palace every day at Yin time and leave the palace at Shen time, specializing in recording the emperor's words and deeds.After the death of the first emperor, Zuo Sheren still served in his old position, following Qi Yu around, and he is now 69 years old.

In the two years since Qi Yu ascended the throne, except for the official Xiu Mu, Zuo Tangxian has never missed the time, but today he is nowhere to be seen.

The eunuch Zhou Fu said: "Your Majesty, Zuo Sheren suffered from chest paralysis last night and passed away at home. Today, the Ministry of Officials will prepare a new Sheren and send him here."

Qi Yu paused, put the silk handkerchief in his hand back into the porcelain basin, and said nothing for a while.

After a while, he asked Zhou Fu: "As for the reward, let the Ministry of Rites add more."

Zhou Fu responded properly.

It was just dawn and the rain was still falling, so Qi Yu hurriedly went to greet the Queen Mother Huirong, had breakfast in the Imperial Garden, and then returned to the Imperial Study.Booklets from all over the world came in one after another from outside the hall, and they piled up like a hill in a short while, and it was estimated that it would be midnight again.

This is something that has been filtered by the grand masters.

Before Qi Yu could open the first memorial, there was another seal-painted document on the outside.

Qi Yu opened it, only to feel a sharp pain in his temple.

Huainan really broke its embankment and flooded.

The rain gradually pattered, and the gates of the palace opened one after another.When the officials of the six ministries arrived at their posts, the servants of the Huangmen came to see the important officials of the Ministry of household and the Ministry of Industry quickly.

The two ministers and the servants did not dare to delay, and hurriedly left the department together.

"...the river ends at the ferry of Xingze, flows through Yuanwu, and reaches eleven places including Shouyang, Xiangfu, Fugou, Tongxu, and Fichuan. Countless people died from freezing, starvation and drowning, and tens of thousands of homeless people. Although it was blocked in time, the river seems to be diverted to the south..."

Qi Yu closed the folder, his jade-like face was indifferent, and he looked at the dozen or so people standing on the hall with his almond-shaped eyes, and said: "After several days of heavy rain, Huainan burst a dike and flooded, causing tens of thousands of deaths and injuries. Know?"

The tone was very kind, as if there was no anger at all, but the coldness in it was piercing.

The officials of the six departments swallowed their saliva, looked at each other in dismay, worried, and didn't know how to answer, so they all turned their eyes to Taishi Zhou who was standing upright.

Taishi Zhou wore a purple robe with a green ribbon, holding a banhu.He is over [-] years old, with gray temples and eyebrows, he is one of the ministers appointed by the late emperor, the officials expected him to persuade him, but Grand Master Zhou knelt down with a plop.

Everyone was taken aback, and immediately knelt down.

Taishi Zhou said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, since June, there have been frequent floods in Huainan, and occasional minor breaks in the dams at the mouth of the river. It is all due to the rapid filling, and there is no serious problem. The ministers and others have urged all places along the Huaihe River to strictly guard against heavy rains. They never expected this. The next flood is fierce, and the ministers are incompetent, I hope His Majesty will punish you!"

He neither said he knew nor did he not know, and he pleaded guilty with a firm attitude and a sincere expression.

The officials are very educated.

Qi Yu Zhanyan smiled, and lightly brushed over the matter of punishment: "This is the end of the matter, and the punishment is a later story. Today I want to hear what the audience thinks about it." After speaking, the officials did not get up, but clicked Individual: "Teacher Lin, please tell me first, the Xingzekou embankment was repaired three years ago, why is it collapsing now?"

Lin Taifu thought for a while, and said without hesitation: "Reporting to the emperor, the Xingzekou embankment was built under the supervision of Qin Wenshu, the former servant of the Ministry of Industry, before he was dismissed. Today... such a tragedy."

Look at how clean this responsibility is.Qi Yu raised his eyebrows, and moved his gaze to the side: "Tang Taibao, what can we do now?"

Tang Taibao's heart tightened when he was pointed out.This happened suddenly, and he didn't have any idea, but today he was really angry that the officials had no idea, saying "I don't know" would inevitably be scolded, so he thought about it for a while, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "I think that the Beiliu River should be blocked. Open the Qibao River to restore the old road of Jianyuan."

Zhang Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry looked up at him, as if he disagreed.

But today, he also hates courtiers arguing in the palace, so he didn't speak immediately.

"Zhang Shangshu," Qi Yu saw it, "what do you think?"

Zhang Shangshu stretched his neck and said: "Reporting to the emperor, the old way of Jianyuan has been blocked for more than [-] years. I think it is difficult to restore this way. If we forcefully restore the old way, Huainan Beiliu will not be able to vent, and it will even burst!"

Qi Yu nodded, and then smiled and nodded at the Gongbu Langzhong behind him: "What does Doctor Xu think?"

Xu You, a doctor of the Ministry of Industry, was the second place last year. He wrote good articles and was very honest, but his mind was not smooth, so Yubi recommended him to be the head of the Ministry of Industry, and wanted him to experience it.Unexpectedly, two months ago, the former doctor passed away due to a serious illness. In this life, luck is good, and he took over the post of doctor. He has never done errands.

At this time, Xu You only thought that the emperor was asking him which side he agreed with, and he naturally felt that there was no reason not to help his teacher but to help outsiders, so he said straightforwardly: "I think the Lord Shangshu is right."

Zhang Shangshu felt a chill down his spine, and Xu You's eighteen heads were hit in his heart: Silly boy, the emperor is asking if you have any other opinions!

Sure enough, Qi Yu smiled warmly, "Mr. Xu respects and loves his teacher."

Xu You thought he was praising himself, and he was so happy that he didn't know where to put it: "The emperor's praise!"

Zhang Shangshu almost lost his breath.

Coming out of the imperial study room, Xu You and Zhang Shangshu walked behind, complacent, took the teacher's hand to step out of the threshold, and whispered: "Teacher, the students have pleased Long Yan today."

Zhang Shangshu held his breath in his throat in embarrassment, unable to speak.

The Hubu people who were walking in front all closed their eyes and shook their heads when they heard this.

The king of ordinary affairs will know that the ability to hide his emotions and anger today is better than that of the previous emperor, if not worse.If it's a normal reprimand, it's not a big deal, if it makes him laugh out loud...

Ha ha.

Alas, in this life, I just ask for blessings.

Qi Yu had just dispersed more than a dozen courtiers. He was flipping through the memorial and heard a report from outside: "The Minister of the Ministry of Officials asks to see you!"

After a while, Dong Qian, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, led a person, walked in respectfully and greeted Ann, and said: "My Majesty, Zuo Tangxian, who lives in the house last night, has gone. His position is vacant. Pu Shangshu has written a new proposal." Your living room, I have brought it to you now."

The people behind him had already knelt down, and now they leaned over and said: "Weichen Neishi Fu Wen Yanzhi, see the emperor."

This person speaks clearly, his voice is like hitting jade, and he sounds like a well-educated young man.

Qi Yu raised his head from the memorial, saw a thin man kneeling behind Dong Qian, bent over, his face invisible, and said, "Let's get flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The man stood up following Dong Qian. He was dressed in an ordinary sand-green seventh-rank official uniform. The black gauze hat looked like a crown of jade, and his eyebrows were like Daishan. It's just that his eyes are always cautiously lowered, without a smile, and his expression is simply a specialty of the Neishi Mansion: solemn and upright, like an old man.

Named Wen Yanzhi?

Meishi is Yan, but he deserves the name.only……

Beauty is beauty, a little dull.

The people who could be sent to the imperial court were checked again and again by various ministries, so Qi Yu didn't bother to care about where he came from, what year he was a Jinshi, nodded, and Dong Qian consciously withdrew.

Only Wen Yanzhi was left in the hall, Qi Yu looked at it, and couldn't help but think of the late emperor.

It's not that he remembered the former emperor's respect for the virtuous and the corporal, the good stories of the emperor and his ministers, but the words that the former emperor said before his death, all of which were heartfelt words from generation to generation of emperors.

"...the most difficult thing about being an emperor is that there must be someone to follow him wherever he goes. If he is a courtier, he may not see him if he doesn't want to see him, but the person he always wants to see is the historian who records the emperor's daily life. .Every word, deed, and every action is recorded in the record, and what is done to one person is the matter to tens of thousands of people in the world."

"Everyone in the world thinks that the emperor is the most carefree person in the whole world, but they don't know that as an emperor, you can't do what you want and speak freely, otherwise the historian will make a fortune and leave a long history-all people will give pointers, and leave it to future generations. ..."

Laosheren Zuo Tangxian was left behind by the late emperor, and he has long been familiar with the Sacred Heart.Presumably the late emperor also complained secretly and scolded the ministers. At this time, he often didn't need to say anything, and Zuo Sheren would quietly put away his pen and not record it.

When it came to Qi Yu's place, Zuo Sheren would close the paper just by saying "don't record it", this is already a boundless tacit understanding.

tacit agreement……

I don't know if this Wensheren has such a muscle.

Swish swish.

Qi Yu came back to his senses when he heard the sound, and saw that Wen Sheren was standing in the hall, writing something quickly with a pen attached.The pen is a soft carbon that everyone in the Neishi Prefecture has. Compared with a brush, it is more convenient to hold a handwriting while standing. Qi Yu has never seen it before.But this person was the only one who wrapped the pen with a wooden sheath for fear of getting his fingers dirty.

Qi Yu couldn't help being a little funny, so I wrote it down.

Faintly, surrounded by wisps of fragrant aroma.

Qi Yu wrinkled his nose.

He has been in the Kansai Army since he was 16 years old. He grew up in the ranks. He is used to simplicity. He never likes to fumigate flower cages in the hall. At most, he emits some vegetation. This is known to all the servants and palace ladies around him. matter.

The aroma was obviously brought into the hall by the person in front of him.

It's not as coy and sweet as other floral fragrances.

"Wen Sheren, Aixiang?" Qi Yu asked while picking up the imperial brush and tapping the ink.

Wen Yanzhi knelt down again upright, and said straightly: "Reporting to the emperor, this is the fragrance of the paper from the Neishi Palace, not from the humble minister."

Qi Yu was surprised: "Zuo Sheren never had this incense before."

Wen Yanzhi said: "My Majesty, there are too many historical records and records stored in the Palace of Internal History, and the smell of pen and ink is too strong, which is very suffocating. This spring, everyone will filter out the juice from plum blossoms of various colors falling in the imperial garden, and send them to the paper mill to mix them in the pulp. Therefore, since March, the papers of the Imperial Palace have been replaced with this kind, just to take advantage of the falling flowers every season, to press the taste of pen and ink. Zuo Sheren said that the emperor does not like incense, so he still used the original old paper."

Qi Yu was stunned, his eyes fell on Wen Yanzhi, and he smiled: "Whose idea?"

"Your Majesty, I am a humble minister." Wen Yanzhi replied.

Qi Yu called Zhou Fu.

Wen Yanzhi was still kneeling in the hall numbly.

Qi Yu said: "Reward."

Wen Yanzhi was stunned, forgot to kowtow for a while, but when he remembered, he immediately leaned down and said: "On behalf of the Neishifu, I would like to thank the Lord for your kindness."

But his expression was still calm.

"Get up," Qi Yu sighed inwardly, and continued to criticize the memorial, "It's the first time I've heard of the pen and ink of the Inner History Office. You Lao Wensheren thought of a way to make everyone feel better. I want to thank you Over Wensher."

Wen Yanzhi took a plate of broken gold from Zhou Fushang, feeling heavy.

Zhou Fu said kindly: "Wen Sheren, you can sit over there behind the screen and record things."

Wen Yanzhi looked in the direction of his finger, nodded his thanks, and quietly moved behind the screen.

After sitting down, he carefully counted how many broken gold pieces were on the plate.

Zhou Fu: "..." 30 taels of gold, as for it?

Qi Yu caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and it felt fresh——

Someone actually dared to order money in front of the emperor after taking the reward.

After living for a long time, I can really see everything.

"Wen Sheren," Qi Yu said kindly, "But do you think I don't reward you enough?"

It was originally an emperor's joke, but after Wen Yanzhi touched the gold, his expression was solemn, and he knelt on the ground upright: "Reporting to the emperor, I just want to record the truth."

"...Huh?" Qi Yu had a bad feeling.

Wen Yanzhi raised the pen blankly, and added frantically: "Gold and silver don't change their roots, but they are history. Your Majesty, I will still record the events in the future according to the facts."

boom.

Qi Yu only felt a wave of nameless anger rushing straight from his dantian to the top of his head, and the whole emperor felt a little bad.

Before he could speak, the Wenshe people had already recorded it.

——From now on, everyone in the world will know that he, Qi Yu, is a fool who tried to bribe the imperial historian with only 30 taels of gold.