When Lu Wenyuan opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a quaint wing room, covered with a brocade bed. It was very quiet, and the bright sky light filtered in through the vermilion lacquer paper window and sprinkled on the ground in front of the bed.

Lu Wenyuan was a little confused, sat up and looked around, only to see that this room was full of antique things: dressing tables, bronze mirrors, eight immortal tables, Taishi chairs, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting - all of which can only be seen in museums, antique shops and TV dramas on weekdays.

What's going on? Didn't you get hit by a car while traveling abroad? Even if you don't die on a mission, you should lie in the hospital, what kind of place is this?

He moved his limbs, and found that although his body was a little stiff, the place where he was hit by the car in his memory did not hurt, and he lifted the quilt and got out of bed to take a photo in front of the bronze mirror, only to see that the person in the mirror was wearing a pure white shirt, a face was handsome and gentle, with long eyebrows and apricot eyes, and he was clear - it was indeed his own appearance, but his hair had grown a lot and had fallen to his waist.

So did you go back in time, reborn, or did you go back to your past life?

Lu Wenyuan was puzzled, only to hear someone knock lightly on the door, and a young man's voice shouted outside the door: "Young master, it's already three o'clock in the morning, can't you afford it?" As he spoke, the person had pushed the door and walked in.

Lu Wenyuan turned around and looked, only to see that the young man was wearing a light cyan short linen shirt, dark cloth pants, a bun on the top of his head, wrapped in a half-width scarf, his face was smart and pleasing, holding a copper basin in his hand, and a cloth towel on his shoulder.

When the young man entered the door and saw Lu Wenyuan standing in front of the mirror, he was stunned for a moment, then he put the copper basin on the basin rack with a smile, and turned his head to talk to Lu Wenyuan: "It turns out that the young master has woken up, so why don't you call Ping'an to come in and serve and freshen up?"

Lu Wenyuan seemed to have something in his words, and hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Naturally, I went to Beijing to report on my work. The little guy called Ping'an put the cloth towel into the basin and soaked it, wrung it out and handed it to Lu Wenyuan, and motioned to him to wipe his face: "By the way, young master, are you going to wear regular clothes or official clothes today?" In my opinion, it is better to wear regular clothes, I will iron the official clothes for you and put them in the package, and then change them when you arrive in the capital, otherwise you will be wrinkled on the road, and it will be undignified to see the emperor." ”

"Your Majesty?" Lu Wenyuan became more and more confused: "What year is it now? What is this place? Who am I?"

Ping'an saw that his young master was asking strangely, and stared at him up and down with two big black eyes: "Young master, are you sleeping in a daze or what?" It is now the ninth year of the Great Ming Xi, this is Hangzhou Lufu, and you are the dignified Zhejiang Dao Imperial Shi Lu Wen Yuanlu!"

Lu Wenyuan studied history at university, and he knew the position of imperial history, which served in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, specializing in the supervision of officials and the emperor in the court. But he didn't remember which emperor of the Ming Dynasty had the name of "Tianxi". Lu Wenyuan then asked again: "What is the name of the emperor today?"

Ping'an made a fuss and said: "The name of the emperor today, how dare I say it directly?" But he couldn't stand Lu Wenyuan's repeated questions, so he had to look around for a week in embarrassment, and then said in a low voice: "Zhu Shiyang." ”

Lu Wenyuan said, "Ah?", "How can there be such an emperor in the Ming Dynasty?"

Ping'an glanced at Lu Wenyuan: "Young Master, why are you inexplicable today? If there is no such emperor, then who is the one who lives in the Forbidden City now?"

Lu Wenyuan's head couldn't turn for a while, and he was stunned. Ping'an stretched out his hand and probed the corner of his forehead: "Young master, aren't you crazy?" Two days ago, Master Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials sent someone to bring a message saying that your previous performance somehow annoyed the emperor, and the emperor wanted to see you by name. Since then, you've been in a trance. I thought you were excited because you had the opportunity to admonish the emperor in person, but now you seem to be scared? If you want me to say young master, you are really unlucky, the emperor is famous for ignoring the government and politics today, who knows why he suddenly read the chapter and saw you. ”

Lu Wenyuan understood this time, it turned out that this imperial historian, that is, himself now, didn't know what he wrote in the recital, which annoyed the emperor, and the emperor wanted to announce that he had entered Beijing to rejuvenate the teacher to ask for the guilt, and now he was about to go on the road.

Ping'an said again: "Young master, let me say something that shouldn't be said, your temperament is too upright, every time Shangshu either accuses the emperor of abandoning the government, or persuades the emperor to set up the middle palace early, both of which are forbidden areas for the emperor, no wonder he annoys you." This time I went to Beijing to see the emperor, you must have some temperament, what the emperor says is what it is, you listen to the emperor scolding you, and it will be fine when the emperor is angry. It doesn't matter if you are demoted by the emperor, it is the right thing to save your life. If the master and wife of our family leave early, you will be left in the Lu family, and if you have three long and two short, then I will not be able to live. ”

Lu Wenyuan nodded, I don't know how to feel, I just suffered a car accident, I got here inexplicably, I didn't even breathe, but I had to face the danger of being demoted by the emperor or even my life, but Lu Wenyuan's temperament is the same as this imperial history - upright, more true, axis, when he was in college, his tutor and classmates often joked, saying that he must have been a speech official in his previous life, and he didn't want to be a prophecy now, it was simply seamless.

Seeing that the birthday had been handed over, the subordinates of the family came to urge them again and again, saying that the boat was ready, and the young master was invited to board the boat. Lu Wenyuan didn't think much about it, packed up his luggage with Lu An, took a boat along the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal all the way north, and went to Beijing to report on his work anxiously.

Go back a month ago.

On this day, Zhu Shiyang, the son of the great tomorrow, woke up and heard the little eunuch Gui Xi walking around outside the hall, and opened and closed the door of the hall from time to time, making the door shaft creak. Zhu Shiyang drank a few more cups at the banquet last night, and at this time he had a headache, he was so upset by the noise that he couldn't sleep if he wanted to, so he turned over and called Gui Xi at the moment.

Gui Xi hurriedly entered the hall, and while anxiously asking the palace people to bring water and silk towels to serve Zhu Shiyang to wash, he stood in the hall and said respectfully: "The emperor is awake?"

Zhu Shiyang frowned and looked him up and down, and after a while, he let out a "hmm" from his nose, took the silk towel and wiped his face: "What time is it?"

Gui Xi listened to his unkind tone, and guessed that he had just made too much noise, which annoyed the Lord Banzai. At the moment, he bowed more and more respectfully in the same place and said: "Back to the emperor, it's already three o'clock." The emperor's breakfast is useless, do you want the slave to go to Shangshan to pass the meal?"

Zhu Shiyang looked outside the hall, but saw that the sun was shining, and it was indeed close to noon, but after feeling it, there was no hunger in his stomach, so he ordered: "No need, stay for a while and use it with lunch." Then he asked, "What are you doing back and forth outside the palace?" ”

As soon as Gui Xi heard this, he hurriedly threw himself on the ground and knocked his head a few times: "The slave and maid disturb the emperor's purity, and the crime deserves death." But Lord Shen Lun Shen of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, as well as several officials in the court, came to the palace early this morning, saying that there was something important to start the emperor. At that time, the emperor was still asleep, so the slaves and maids asked them to wait in the main hall of the front court, and it was almost four hours by now. Lord Shen was so anxious that he urged the slave and maid several times to ask the slave and maid to come to visit the emperor, and the slave and maid walked around a few more times, not wanting to disturb the emperor, and asking the emperor to forgive him. ”

Zhu Shiyang sent Gui to be happy and asked, "Didn't I always hand over the affairs of the previous dynasty to Fan Zhefu of the cabinet, and where is he now?"

Gui Xi said: "Back to the emperor, Lord Fan has been out of Beijing for a few days to do business, and it will take two days to come back." ”

Zhu Shiyang thought about it, Fan Zhefu seemed to have entered the palace a few days ago and said this, but he had been feasting and drinking for days during this time, and his mind was always dizzy, even if he had an impression, he couldn't remember the details clearly, and now when he mentioned it, it was naturally vague, but it was not good to ask again, so he only thought about it carefully in his heart.

Gui Xi saw that he had a gloomy face and didn't speak, but when he was unwilling, he cautiously opened his mouth and said tentatively: "Or, the slave maid went back to Lord Shen and them, and said that the emperor was unwell, so send them back first?"

Zhu Shiyang was thinking that he had been ignoring the government for a long time, and if he continued like this, he would be caught by this group of officials, and he would make trouble another day, I am afraid it would not end well. Now that he has nothing to do, he came forward and sent them away, which can be regarded as having taken care of the government and politics, and he will not be honest in the future. Then he instructed Guixi: "No, since they are in such a hurry, I have to go and see it." fast

Help me change into my court clothes. ”

Gui Xi smiled with joy, it turned out that he had just visited diligently, all because of the receipt of Lord Shen's money, and now that the emperor was so reasonable, his silver money became more and more stable, and he immediately shouted on the ground: "The emperor is Shengming!" took the court clothes and put them on Zhu Shiyang, and followed him to the direction of the main hall.

However, it was said that a few of the Shen people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate were sighing in the main hall that the government was not ancient, and their words were mediocre, and they had reached the point where they needed to bribe the eunuchs to see the face of the heavens. Speaking of the heartache, everyone fell to their feet and sighed, but suddenly heard Gui Xi shouting outside the hall with a sharp voice: "The emperor has arrived-"

Several ministers panicked for a while, and suddenly scattered. After hurriedly arranging his clothes and kneeling down, he raised his eyes again, and the young Son of Heaven had already appeared at the door of the main hall, lifted his clothes, and strode into the hall.

How dare Shen Lun and the others look up, they are all prostrated to the ground, and shouting: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

Zhu Shiyang was not in a hurry to let them calm down, he sat down in front of the dragon chair, looked down at the hall, and saw a black head, and he didn't know how many people came. Zhu Shiyang has not been in the early dynasty for several years, and only a few palace people such as Gui Xi can be seen in the harem on weekdays, and they have long been accustomed to being clean, but now when they see this kind of battle, their heads hurt again, and they are just impatient in their hearts, and they just want to send them away as soon as possible. waved his hand to get them up, and asked straight to the point: "What is the matter with Zhongqing looking for me?"

Who knew that something had happened to this question, and a group of courtiers who had just stood up suddenly knelt down again, and said one after another: "I implore the emperor to be the master of the ministers!" What's more, they have already begun to grab their sleeves to wipe away their tears.

Zhu Shiyang knew that this group of courtiers was exaggerated, and he liked to make a fuss when he encountered something, and he was about to ask carefully, but he saw Shen Lun, the imperial historian of the Imperial Procuratorate, kneeling in the ranks, and said: "Your Majesty, Fan Zhefu, a scholar in the cabinet, persecuted the speech officials, blocked the way of speech, and caused chaos in the government and government. ”

Zhu Shiyang was secretly taken aback, and said in his heart that Fan Zhefu had full power to govern, and he had been allowed to do so by himself at the beginning, and he had relied on him to maneuver around the previous dynasty all these years, so that he could be idle in the harem, but now he listened to Shen Lun's intentions, but he impeached him for taking power and framing Zhongliang? Zhu Shiyang couldn't make a judgment for a while, so he had to say: "Fan Zhefu is an old man of the previous dynasty and an important minister of the society, how can this be?"

Shen Lun clenched his fists and shouted, "That's true, Your Majesty." The emperor has lived in the deep palace for a long time, so he didn't know that Fan Zhefu had been in power for a long time, covering the sky with one hand, supporting the same party inside and outside the court, and suppressing dissidents. In the past few years, the speech officials in the court have been pressed by him so that they cannot speak or listen, so they can not talk about correcting their mistakes and speaking clearly? In the past, the emperor of □□ set up speech officials in order to supervise hundreds of officials and support the government, but now it is difficult for my generation to even see the emperor. The ministers were thrilled by his words, and they were also moved by the hidden pain in their hearts, and a moment of sadness came from it, and they were filled with righteous indignation, and they came out one after another to admonish Fan Zhefu, and the hall was suddenly full of people and became a mess.

Zhu Shiyang had a headache when he heard this, and he hurriedly stopped them, as long as Shen Lun came out to make a statement, Shen Lun would not repeat it repeatedly, but only hugged his fists and said: "Your Majesty, only this spring and one season, the speeches and official recitals presented from all over the country have been piled up in the three study rooms, but Fan Zhefu didn't even look at it, all of them were piled up in the treasury outside the cabinet, and when he returned from Beijing, he should be pulled outside the palace and burned. Please ask the emperor to move, and the ministers will take a look. ”

Zhu Shiyang didn't expect it to be so troublesome. He was originally a bastard, to be honest, he didn't care at all whether Fan Zhefu was in trouble with the government or not, but it was the rampant shape of this group of officials, which made him regret early on that he had taken over this errand with a hot mind. Now it's not to let go, it's not to let go, so I have to be surrounded by all the ministers and go to the cabinet treasury to see how long they can make trouble.

There was no one in the cabinet at this time, it was the lunch break, the dignitaries and ministers should leave the palace, and the dinner should be eaten, leaving only a few subordinates to guard the door, but they couldn't become the climate. Zhu Shiyang didn't bother to take care of them, just waited for Shen Lun and them to open the warehouse, and then walked in.

The light in the warehouse was dim, and with the opening of the door, some dust rose up, choking the group and coughing repeatedly, Gui Xi hurriedly waved the dust whisk in his hand. Zhu Shiyang walked a few steps into the house, but was stopped by the piled up of music on the ground. The music was still very new in the vicinity, but the corners of the room were covered with thin cobwebs, and several hills taller than a man were piled up in a small space. Zhu Shiyang raised his foot and kicked it, and it collapsed for a while, frightening all the ministers to block around the emperor, lest they hurt the emperor.

Zhu Shiyang covered his nose with his sleeves, picked up the nearest one and flipped it up. He was absent-minded, he didn't plan to look at it carefully, he just wanted to make a show, and sent this group of ministers early to finish, who knew that after reading two lines, he gradually looked into it, but the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, and he simply didn't even hide his nose.

Shen Lun and the others saw that the emperor was concentrating, and they didn't dare to bother, so they just held their breath and waited quietly on the side, but their eyes were not idle, and they slipped around looking at Zhu Shiyang. It turned out that this Zhu Shiyang was idle by nature, and since he ascended the throne, he did not summon his courtiers much, and after the death of the first emperor, even the early dynasty was deserted, and he only lived in the harem as an adult. Coupled with the dictatorship of Fan Zhefu, if ordinary courtiers want to see the face of heaven, it is really more difficult than ascending to the sky. The old ministers in the court, such as Shen Lun, only saw him a few times in the early years of his accession to the throne, but they were also separated from the entire court, and they couldn't see his face clearly at all. Now that this divine dragon sees that the young man who has no end in sight is close in front of him, how can there be a reason not to take care of it carefully, they all compete to widen their eyes and take a closer look, as if they are afraid of missing a penny.

This Zhu Shiyang can indeed stand up to scrutiny. A group of courtiers only felt frightened when they looked closely, only to see that he was wearing a bright yellow dragon pattern court dress, lining his long figure just right, his black hair was tied up with a golden crown, his face was like a beautiful jade, and his eyebrows were handsome, but at this moment, he twisted a pair of thick eyebrows, his face became more and more gloomy, and after a while, he suddenly snorted coldly, dropped the music in his hand with a "snap", and asked in a dark voice: "Who is Lu Wenyuan, the imperial history of Zhejiang Dao?"