In the second year of junior high school, as soon as they had breakfast, Zhang Tingyu and his wife, his nursing mother and Zitong held their four children in their arms, and went straight to their father-in-law Wang Shizhen's house to pay New Year's greetings, and they also wanted to avoid the boring entertainment at home.

The mansion of Wang Shizhen, the secretary of the Criminal Department, is in the deep alley along the diagonal street along the East River, and it is a three-entry quadrangle courtyard with vermilion lacquer and bright door and high walls. The front yard is spacious, planted with plum, bamboo, orchid three gentlemen, there is still a lotus pond, there is a West Lake stone rockery on one side of the lotus pond, a small pavilion on the rockery. This is the poet's most cherished place. Although he is a native of Shandong Xincheng, he has been an official in Yangzhou for many years after the first year of Kangxi, and he has forgotten to return to the famous scenic spots in the south of the Yangtze River and the Qinhuai River. After returning to the capital, he served as a lecturer and a waiter in the Hanlin Academy, looking for the wine of the prince of Qianguo, and finally became a secretary of the Criminal Department. Only this official has nothing to do with his poetic temperament, so the Criminal Department regards him as a simple residence at home after the incident, and only socializes with poets. He has a loose personality, but he is wild and uninhibited. Mingzhu fell, and ordinary people were afraid to avoid Nalan's family, but he had a lot of dealings with Mingzhu's son Nalan Xingde, and sang poetry and harmony.

Wang Shizhen's temperament and cautious words and deeds, and his son-in-law Zhang Tingyu, who is exquisite, can be said to be insoluble. Even when he became the prime minister, he looked down on this son-in-law a little. Being a minister under the nose of the Son of Heaven is too sophisticated and old, see what good things you can accomplish. At the moment, there is a worrying thing, I want to say it to my son-in-law, but I am afraid that I will play the piano to the cow.

The daughter and son-in-law came to pay New Year's greetings with their four lovely little grandchildren, after all, it was a happy thing for the poet. His wife is even more hugging his granddaughter and can't kiss enough, when he gets to the wheel, he holds Ruoyu's hand, and when he wants to talk as a child, Ruoyu shakes his hand and says seriously:

"Grandpa, can I recite a poem for you?"

"Okay," Wang Shizhen laughed, and then said reproachfully, "Who taught a villain to be so serious, and he was another Zhang Tingyu." ”

Zhang Tingyu defended on the side:

"I didn't teach him to memorize any poems."

"Then you can carry it!" Grandpa caressed Ruoyu's big head lovingly.

Ruo Wei put his hands behind his back, shook his head like an adult, and said:

Jianggan is mostly a fishing habit,

Liu Mo Lingtang area is sparse.

Fortunately, after the sun is slanting and the wind is set,

Banjiang mangrove sells sea bass.

"Haha," Wang Shizhen happily hugged his grandson and kissed him, "Who taught you to memorize this poem from your grandfather?" This was written in Yangzhou, and the poem is not good, but your hometown is really good, and Jiangnan is good. ”

"Aunt Zitong taught me," Ruoyu said, "Is it okay for my grandfather to take me to Jiangnan?" Grandpa went back to his hometown and didn't take Ruoyu with him. ”

"Okay, okay, grandpa will take you to Jiangnan." At this time, the wife held Ruohong with one hand and Ruo Hao with the other, urging and said:

"Just talk, go into the flower hall and have tea! Let the children eat something to fill their stomachs first. Then she told her to hurry up and prepare refreshments.

Wang Shizhen stopped his son-in-law:

"Hengchen, the old man has something to say."

Zhang Tingyu followed the old man to the lotus pond in the front yard garden, along the remnant lotus stem, the lonely and desolate lotus pond, and walked up to the dark incense pavilion on the rockery platform, Wang Shizhen, who had been silent, suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhang Tingyu and asked:

"Hengchen, Tongcheng Fang Bao - Mr. Fang was escorted to the prison of the Criminal Department, and the emperor wants to condemn him to a big crime, do you know?"

"Fang Bao? Mr. Fang was escorted? Zhang Tingyu was stunned when he heard this, and asked again and again, "When did you bring it to the capital?" ”

"It's been more than a month."

"What did you do?"

"For Dai Mingshi's 'Nanshan Collection,'" Wang Shizhen explained, "Dai Mingshi's case implicated hundreds of people, and they were all arrested in prisons in various prefectures and counties." Fang Bao wrote a preface to "Nanshan Collection", because he was too famous, he didn't dare to try the case, so he was sent to the prison of the Criminal Department, and ordered the official to try the case. ”

"Hmm, that's a *** annoyance!"

"Hengchen, you are the prime minister, and you are a fellow villager of Fang Bao, you have to think of saving Mr. Fang!" Wang Shizhen said sadly, "If the emperor doesn't open the royal mouth, I can't save Mr. Fang even if I spell out a criminal department book." Killing Fang Bao will lose the hearts of the people in the world, and the emperor's erudition and vocabulary who recruited Han Confucianism, Huairou Han people, and collected relict talents will all be soaked in yellow soup! ”

"The foolish son-in-law knows." Zhang Tingyu nodded again and again, "Let me think about it." ”

"'Life should be a hero, and death should be a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong' - this is Li Qingzhao's words. A female poet has such a heart, Heng Chen," the father-in-law hates iron and steel, "As the prime minister under one person and above ten thousand, if you don't dare to let go of a fart in front of the emperor, you still only promise, Mingzhe protects yourself, watching Fang Bao die unjustly, you are no longer my son-in-law, and you don't have to enter my door again in the future." ”

"Father-in-law, this, this ......" Zhang Tingyu was dumb and ate Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't say what he was suffering from. He was in front of the emperor and ministers, and he was in harmony with the people, completely taking into account the overall situation, fighting less flesh and blood, and tilting the government and the opposition, so that the country and the people could live a stable life. He is not a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death to protect himself, and loses his conscience for a black gauze hat. Why didn't he want to save Mr. Fang? Fang Bao is not only a fellow countryman, but also a friend of his father for many years, if nothing else, it is for the friendship of the township party, and he will do his best to save Fang Bao.

However, life and death are taken away, after all, in the hands of the emperor!

That day, after having lunch at the old father-in-law's house, Zhang Tingyu left his wife, four children and wet nurse, only Zitong, and took the car home with a heavy heart. Originally, he was happy and happy to spend the Spring Festival, but a case of Fang Bao appeared in the flat ground, which made him uneasy and unhappy. He locked himself in the study and quickly found Mr. Fang's books and articles to read, but unfortunately he couldn't find the preface written by Fang Bao for "Nanshan Collection". Even if you go to the house of your ministers and friends, it will be in vain. With such a shocking case, who wouldn't hurry up and burn it, leaving this "bane" at home and causing a fire? The famous Fang Bao committed the Qin case, and he would be directly imprisoned by the Anhui Governor's Office. That being the case, before he figured out the ins and outs of this case, how could he dare to easily hand over the excerpt to the emperor?

For this reason, on the night of the sixth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Tingyu took an elderly confidant family member to visit Fang Bao in the prison of the Criminal Department by car. When the prison saw that the prime minister was coming, he secretly thought that Zhang Xiang was coming to see how the prison was taking precautions during the holiday period. So he bowed down and wanted to personally lead the prime minister to inspect the prison one by one. Zhang Tingyu shook his hand and said:

"Adults don't have to go, let a pawn lead the way."

So, under the guidance of a jailer, Zhang Tingyu inspected more than a dozen cells for felons, and finally came to Fang Bao's single room. Maybe it was the father-in-law of the criminal department who said hello, but it was okay, this small cell was candlelit and had a bed, a table and a chair. A man of medium stature, leaning on the table with his back on his back, writing something. Zhang Tingyu asked the jailer to open the iron lock, motioned for him to step back, and then walked in with the old family carrying a wicker basket. Fang Bao mistakenly thought that someone from the prison party came in to check on him, and if no one was around, he was free to write on a stack of civilized paper, and he kept writing with a fly's head, a wild grass, a dragon, a phoenix, and a dance.

"Mr. Fang, people from my hometown see that you are here." Zhang Tingyu visited the prison this time, and deliberately changed into an ordinary Yuan cyan mink coat, which is what the Manchurians call a, which can be worn both front and back. Suddenly moonlight support, left and right slits, each with two streamers, in order not to be noticeable.

Fang Bao turned around at this time, thinking that Guan Shan Qianqian, it was the New Year after the New Year, who in the family would come to visit the prison? He looked at the two strangers in surprise.

Zhang Tingyu had never seen Fang Bao before, and although he couldn't see it very clearly in the dim candlelight, he was still secretly surprised at first sight: his thin body, perhaps pale because of his imprisonment, looked at most thirty-six or seventeen years old. is so young, he is famous all over the world, and he has become a faction in Tongcheng, he can't help but be in awe, and instructed the old family:

"Hurry up and put the wine and food on the table, let Mr. Fang enjoy it."

The old family was not in a hurry, and brought out a jar of Tongcheng old cellar that the former master Zhang Ying had stored for decades from the basket, and brought out a pot of fragrant Fuxingju roast suckling pig. There were roast ducks and stewed hens in the basket, but there was no table in this cell, so the old family had to put the wine and food in a corner of the table and moved Mr. Fang's manuscript paper with their hands. Fang Bao immediately protected the manuscript and said:

"Don't move, don't move, although the suckling pig is good, this is fate!" He moved the cursive manuscript together, held it neatly in his hand, and set it aside. looked at Zhang Tingyu in official uniform and civilian clothes again with a suspicious gaze, and looked like he was not small, what kind of fellow countryman, could it be that he was a prison officer from the Criminal Department, and sent him on the road with a table of wine and food? Thinking of this, he said solemnly:

"Fang Bao wants to die clearly, may I ask who is the surname of the prison officer, can you take Fang Mou's unfinished manuscript out and hand it over to my friend?"

Zhang Tingyu knew that Mr. Fang had misunderstood, but deliberately asked:

"What is written in the manuscript?"

"Prison Miscellaneous."

"Take it out and give it to whom?"

"Tongcheng Zhang Dunfu Zhang."

"Haha," Zhang Tingyu laughed, "here is Zhang Tingyu, the son of the 'Master Zhang' you are talking about, you can just hand over the manuscript to me." He took the half-inch-tall manuscript from Fang Bao's hand and looked at it. This prose style "Miscellaneous Notes in Prison" will be praised by the world for Fang Bao in the future.

This time it was Fang Bao's turn to be taken aback. He stood up in a daze, looked Zhang Tingyu up and down, and said:

"You are Hengchen, the second son of Zhang Dunfu and Lord Zhang? Mr. Zhang often talks about it. I didn't expect you to be so young, that is, to be the prime minister of the dynasty, a father and son, rare in the past dynasties, and it is a beautiful talk in Tongcheng. Heng Chen, you're only in your early thirties! ”

"I have to call Mr. Fang the eldest brother," Zhang Tingyu accosted him, and then got back to business, "Brother Fang, I came this time to learn about the situation of your involvement in the "Nanshan Collection" case, and I want to think of some ways for you. ”

"The Emperor's Decree Qin case, don't talk about it!" Fang Bao sat down, looking at the table full of wine and food, salivating in a daze.

The family took out wine glasses, bowls and chopsticks, and poured wine for Fang Bao. Zhang Tingyu took the wine glass, personally held it and handed it to Fang Bao and said:

"Sir, just talk while you eat!"

It turned out that this was still the biggest aftermath of the Taihu Lake line, and Emperor Kangxi issued a secret edict under his anger. Dai Mingshi and Zhao are both ugly and Dingjia, Zhao is the champion, and Dai is the leader. Dai Xiuming History, for the Southern Ming Zhaolie Dynasty, believes that there should be a record, biography and other texts, in the "Nanshan Collection" there is a "book with the rest of your life", on this matter. Later, Zhao Weipu promoted the ranks, and raised Dai Mingshi's "Nanshan Collection" as a great rebellion, the emperor was on fire, and he thought of it in the private world, and he was deeply jealous of the Ming Dynasty. Although the third prince of Zhu died, the masked guest of Taihu Lake was the taboo of the time, so he secretly issued a secret decree to wear a famous world to make a big difference. Fang Bao, who wrote the preface to "Nanshan Collection", was innocently involved.

Hearing this, Zhang Tingyu stared closely at Fang Bao, who was drunk and red-faced, and asked seriously:

"Mr. Fang, did the preface you made for the "Nanshan Collection" violate the current dynasty? Or the suspicion of sand insinuation? ”

Fang Bao, who was full of wine and food, burped, put down his cup and chopsticks and said:

"Nope. With the Book of the Rest of My Life', it was just a very small chapter in the "Nanshan Collection", I didn't read it at all, and I didn't pay attention to it. My preface is commented on from the elegant and vulgar form and meaning of Dai Mingshi's writings, and has nothing to do with current politics. ”

"That's good." Zhang Tingyu paced around the cell in the pass, turned back to Fang Bao and said, "This place is not suitable for a long time, Mr. Fang, you take care." Your "Prison Miscellaneous" has not been finished yet, so I will not take it with me. I will do my best to hope that my husband will be able to take this manuscript out himself. ”

"Thank you for coming to see me." Fang Bao sent Zhang Tingyu and the others to the iron gate, and the arch chief knocked, "Please pay a visit to Lord Dunfu on your behalf!" ”

Zhang Tingyu instructed the jailer and the prison guard to take care of Mr. Fang, and then left the prison by car. In fact, his instructions were redundant, his father-in-law Wang Shangshu had already confessed, and Fang Bao still wrote his "Miscellaneous Notes" in prison.

On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, Kangxi asked the great eunuch Li Dequan to summon Zhang Tingyu, and in the afternoon, he met him in the Maoqin Hall of the Qianqing Palace. After receiving the order, Zhang Tingyu thought to himself that the Spring Festival, which was not easy for him, was over. It is said that the ministers will not begin to look at things until the twentieth day of the first month. But the emperor does not rest, with the first summons, there will be a second and third time, and he can't go to the study before the 20th to be on duty. For the rest of the day, he had been thinking about whether to immediately appeal for the forgiveness of Fang Bao's sins when he saw the Holy One. Father-in-law's stern words, Fang Bao's pale face, even in his sleep, it seems that his father is also interceding for Fang Bao, as a native of his hometown, he does not come forward to confess Mr. Fang's unjust case, what face does he have to meet Jiangdong's father? However, on an auspicious day like the Shangyuan Festival, will it be counterproductive to raise the matter of imprisonment to the emperor?

It wasn't until he sat on the sedan chair of the four people heading to the Forbidden City that he finally made up his mind that he would never mention Fang Bao's matter to the emperor this time.

There have been a few heavy snowfalls in the middle of winter, and the streets and alleys after the beginning of spring are still full of snow and crystalline, and long dog-toothed lings are hanging on the eaves. The sedan chair driver stepped on the snow and ice slag, making an ear-piercing chirping sound.

The sedan car stops outside the Xihua Gate. Get out of the car, walk into the palace, the Qianqing Palace is full of lights, the paint is new, and there is a festive atmosphere. But it was very lonely, and there were few people to see, only the guards guarding the palace gate and a few eunuchs and palace maids who hurried by. The brick floor was covered with snow, clean and spotless, and there was no trace of firecrackers. Firecrackers are strictly forbidden in the main palaces of the Imperial Palace, and fireworks can be set off in the high walls and deep courtyards only during the New Year's holidays when the harem concubines are happy. This is a rule set from a safety point of view.

Since the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, Li Zicheng invaded the Forbidden City, and later made trouble with the "Third Prince of Zhu", all the trees in the Forbidden City were cut down, leaving only some ancient trees in the Imperial Garden and the square outside the noon gate. "The sound of the axe and the shadow of the candle", in fact, being the emperor is also fearful, for fear that someone will sneak into the palace and assassinate him.

Walking up the steps of the Maoqin Palace, the little eunuch made a report, and Li Dequan immediately greeted him and whispered:

"Lord Zhang, the emperor is waiting for you in the palace."

Zhang Tingyu walked in three steps and two steps, flicked his horseshoe sleeves, knelt on the ground and chanted loudly:

"Minister, Zhang Tingyu Jin saw the emperor, and wished the emperor a new year with a dragon body, Hong Fu Yong, long live, long live, long live!"

"Hengchen is flat, give sit." Kangxi was lying on the imperial case, and was examining the backlog of twists and turns that had not reached the imperial review before and after the Spring Festival. After Zhang Tingyu got up, he found that Tong Guowei had also been summoned to the Maoqin Palace, and was standing beside Kangxi, reaching out to help the saint turn and point out the folds.

Zhang Tingyu immediately bowed his head to Tong Guowei, the uncle of the country, and said goodbye:

"Happy New Year, Lord Tong!"

"Master Zhang's blessings." Tong Guowei snorted in his nostrils, and smiled coldly at Zhang Tingyu, who seemed to have a knife hidden behind the laughter, which made people feel cold.

Zhang Tingyu is wondering, what's wrong with this Tong Guowei? A few months before Luan started driving, he also took the initiative to drink Yu Yishengju, although he spent other people's money, but he used his face, and he looked flattering. I haven't seen you for a few months, why do you turn your face and don't recognize people? What handle did he have in his hands, and he sued the emperor in front of him? Thinking of the prison visit not long ago to meet Fang Bao, the prison was a banner man, and he felt nervous for a while.

Kangxi, who was wearing a black wind hair robe, put down the red pen in his hand at this time, glanced back at Zhang Tingyu, and said with hot air in his mouth with his hands:

"Hengchen, how are you doing during the Spring Festival?"

Tong Guowei took the copper hand stove from Li Dequan's hand and respectfully handed it to the "old nephew" emperor, and Kangxi took the hand stove and stroked his hands warm.

"Thanks to the Holy Blessings, I'm doing well. It's just-" Zhang Tingyu just sat down on the porcelain pier that Li Dequan had moved, and when he saw the emperor asking, he hadn't made up his mind for a while whether to shake Fang Bao out. Because from Tong Guowei's knife-like sneer, he guessed that eight or nine points had already been sued by the wicked first. And judging from the details of Kangxi's hand warming, the emperor has been here for a long time. At this time, Kangxi stood up, slowly paced the hall with the stove, and then turned around and asked:

"Mr. Lingzun Zhang, didn't you come to the capital for the holiday?"

"Xie Sheng asked," Zhang Tingyu stood up, bowed and bowed to thank him, and continued, "No, His Majesty sent his younger brother Tingyao back to his hometown to wait for his parents." ”

"Okay, okay." Kangxi paused for a moment and said contemplatively, "Hengchen, the last time I toured the west, you also saw Hebei Shanxi, Shaanxi, Gansu Henan, and the Yellow River, and the people's livelihood along the way was difficult. Food and clothing, all taken from here. In a good year, if there is a disaster year, how to plan the life of a family? Therefore, I can't sleep at night, and the food is tasteless. In the auspicious month of the New Year, Aiqing drafted an edict for me, telling the world that the ministers and officials of Xinjiang must put the people's livelihood first, which is the first righteousness of Anbang's governance. ”

Zhang Tingyu was overjoyed, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed:

"Minister, Commander! It is a blessing for all the people in the world to be so considerate of the common people in the Holy Majesty! ”

Kangxi waved his hand and said:

"You go down to draw up the edict, and at night, follow me to the mountain and water Changlou to watch the fireworks set off in the palace."

"Wechen retired." Zhang Tingyu just walked to the door of the main hall and heard Kangxi say to Tong Guowei:

"You kneel too!"

Outside the Qianqing Palace, Zhang Tingyu left without waiting for Tong Guowei to come out. He didn't want to see the hot and cold knife face again, he wanted to rush back to the house to draft an edict for the emperor, which was more important than anything else.

On the night of the edict, the emperor made a Zhu approval, and the next day it was made public.

The edict said:

I consulted with the people and made great efforts to do the difficulties. Those who cultivate 30 acres will lose about 20 acres of rent

Stone. Food and clothing, take it from here. Fortunately, there are more than enough honest officials. If there is no art, then the people

There is no way to make a living. Therefore, the inspectors should be honest and considerate of the people......

Zhang Tingyu's guess was not wrong: on the night of the Lantern Festival, the emperor watched the fireworks in the long building of the mountains and rivers, which was really shocking and twists and turns. Fireworks in the palace are usually just a royal affair. the Queen Mother and the Imperial Concubines; Queens, Zhaoyi, concubines, nobles and other concubines; The crown prince, the crown princess, the prince, the gege, the prince, the prince of the county, the beylor, the beyzi and their fortunes, important relatives, men and women, old and young, all came.

The concubines are on the side of the mountain and the water building, and there are many curtains to avoid. In addition to the emperor has a single throne, the rest can hang around upstairs and downstairs, and some little princes even fight with eunuchs and palace maids to set off fireworks, but there is also a bit of liveliness at home.

In front of Kangxi, after the prince and the prince invited Sheng'an, there were only Zhang Tingyu and Tong Guowei left, as well as the chief eunuch Li Dequan and a few young eunuchs waiting to be summoned. The first round of "Ten Thousand Flowers and Longevity" fireworks rose into the air, and in a burst of laughter, Kangxi glanced at Tong Guowei, and inadvertently asked Zhang Tingyu, who was standing in the box:

"Hengchen, someone accused you of overstepping the power of the prime minister and breaking into the prison of the Ministry of Execution, what is going on?"

"The emperor forgives his sins!" Zhang Tingyu was fortunate to have been mentally prepared, he still knelt down with weak legs, kowtowed again and again, "Your Majesty did not overstep your authority to break into the prison of the Criminal Department, but Your Majesty is Wang Shizhen, the secretary of the Criminal Department......" He squeaked carefully, "Yes...... On the sixth day of the first lunar month, he went to the prison of the Criminal Department for inspection. The reason is this: the second minister of the first year went to the house of Lord Wang to pay New Year's greetings, and Lord Wang was unwell, but he was relieved not to be imprisoned, and he did not know whether the prison and jailers were loyal to their duties during the Spring Festival. And the servants of the Criminal Department and the Prison Hall have all gone home for the holiday, and the ministers have such a relationship with Lord Wang, so they ......"

"Wang Shizhen is your father-in-law, I know." Kangxi seemed to hear the reason, waved his hand and said, "New Year's Day, get up and speak." I'm just asking casually, and I don't need to be polite. ”

"Your Majesty." Zhang Tingyu patted his robe, stood up and continued, "So my father-in-law wants to go to the prison of the Criminal Department on his behalf to have a look, and express comfort to the prison personnel who stick to their posts." ”

"Wang Aiqing is also thoughtful," Kangxi nodded with satisfaction, "Thanks to you, Hengchen, sacrifice holidays to go to the office." He glanced at Tong Guowei and said in a reproachful tone, "If all the ministers can be like you and Wang Shizhen, thinking of the responsibility of their lives all the time, unlike some people who only know how to eat, drink, pull and pull, the affairs of the court will be much easier." ”

"Weichen remember the emperor's teachings!" Zhang Tingyu and Tong Guowei replied in unison and glanced at each other.

In the open field under the high mountain and long water, the fireworks set off have a new trick. Suddenly, the sky is full of stars, and the golden dragon dances wildly; All of a sudden, the ground was red, and a hundred phoenixes were rising, and I saw the prince, Gege, and concubines and a group of young people dancing, and laughter and laughter overshadowed for a while. Kangxi also seemed to be infected, smiling and waving at the prince, the prince and the sons and daughters on Gege's side, and having fun with father and son like ordinary people.

Tong Guowei was bored with himself, but he was restrained by his nephew and the emperor, and he was stupid in his heart. Suddenly, the smiling tiger's eyes were boneless, and he said loudly to Zhang Tingyu:

"Hengchen, I heard that Fang Bao is also in prison?"

"Yes, it turns out that Tong Xiang already knew?" Zhang Tingyu was thinking about whether to mention Fang Bao's matter to the emperor, when, where, and in what atmosphere, so that he could admonish and achieve his goal, but unexpectedly, Tong Guowei first "generalized" an "army", and he immediately made a self-protection reflection and said, "Your Majesty inspected the prison on the sixth day of the first month, and only then did he know that Fang Bao had been imprisoned." ”

"Fang Bao?" Kangxi turned his head as if he remembered something, "Is that Fang Linggao, the leader of the Tongcheng faction's literary world?" ”

"Exactly, the Holy Master has a good memory." Zhang Tingyu said, "I heard that he was implicated in the case of Dai Mingshi's "Nanshan Collection" and was imprisoned. ”

"I know, I've seen the excerpts." Kangxi hated all the criminals involved in the "Nanshan Collection" case. However, because Fang Bao is too famous, he has not yet made a criticism, so he is temporarily monitored and waiting to be released.

At that time, Tong Guowei saw that the time had come, so he sent a final blow to Zhang Tingyu, and deliberately asked in front of the emperor:

"Hengchen, I heard from the prison, you met Fang Bao in the prison that night, and brought him good wine and meat?"

"Oh, there is such a thing?" Kangxi glared at Zhang Tingyu, he was so favoritistic to Qin criminals, so he paid it back!

At this time, the third son of the emperor Yinzhi, the fourth son of the emperor Yinzhen, the eighth son of the emperor Yinzhen, the ninth son of the emperor Yinzhen, the thirteenth son of the emperor Yinxiang and others walked upstairs to their father and the emperor with a smile. Zhang Tingyu fixed his mind and explained:

"Lord Tong, you are wrong again, it's not me Zhang Tingyu who went to see Fang Bao with good wine and meat. Because the subordinates are not as heroic and righteous as Tong Xianghao, they have a wide range of contacts. I said at the beginning, I don't know Fang Bao, and I have never seen Fang Bao before, I only heard from Tong Xiang that he is famous all over the world, and I thought he was an old man in his sixties and seventies. That night, I went to inspect the prison, and an old family member in the house who my father had brought from Tongcheng said that he had a distant relative in custody and that he would follow him to see it. He didn't say whether he was a prisoner or not, and when he said that it was a New Year and a new festival, his subordinates asked him to bring some wine and food to visit the prison and talk about cousins. When he arrived in prison, his distant relative was only thirty-six or seventeen years old, and he was a thin and weak scholar. When asked for his name, he said that his name was Fang Bao, and his subordinates also bluffed him at that time: Scared! Fang Bao is the leader of the world's literary world, at least a sixty or seventy-year-old man, how can you pretend to be one? Are you not a 'white duck' who was punished on his behalf? ”

At that time, all the princes had already walked up, and the eighth prince Yinxi laughed and said:

"Zhang Tingyu, you are also rare and strange! Fang Bao was born in the sixth year of this dynasty, only a few years older than you, how did he become an old man in his sixties and seventies? ”

Zhang Tingyu arched his hand to the princes, he knew that Yinxi, who had the reputation of "Eight Sages King", in order to win people's hearts, if Fang Bao's unjust case was shaken out, he would definitely have to speak for Fang Bao, which was much better than admonishing himself. With this God-given opportunity, he took out his black yarn and said desperately:

"It's true, after careful investigation later, he is indeed Fang Bao. And he said that it was actually a friend made by Xiachen's father, but because Xiachen was born in the capital and rarely returned to his hometown, he didn't know each other. He also said that he was invited by Dai Mingshi to write a preface for the "Nanshan Collection", which violated the Qin case. He praised the wisdom and foresight of today's son, advocating Confucianism, and he was a scholar for half a lifetime to promote the essence of Confucianism, but he was used by villains, and he was deeply ashamed of the emperor's grace. However, he also said that the preface he wrote for the "Nanshan Collection" did not involve the rebellious article "The Book of the Rest of My Life" at all, but only made some comments on the grammar and science, and he begged me to meet the Holy God and make a painful statement for him so that he could be released from prison. Your Majesty—"

Speaking of this, Zhang Tingyu knelt down and said generously:

"Weichen has not seen the preface written by Fang Bao, and I don't know if what he said is the truth, so he did not submit an excerpt to the saint, hoping that the emperor will forgive the crime of dereliction of duty by his ministers."

"Father," Eighth Elder Brother Yinyu really knelt down, and interceded for Fang Bao first, "Erchen has already read the preface written by Fang Bao, just as he said, there is not a word in the full text that offends the current dynasty, and I hope that my father will be gracious and let Fang Bao go." One person can collect the hearts of tens of millions of Confucian students in the world. ”

In addition, Yinzhen, the fourth son of the emperor, and Yinxiang, the thirteenth son of the emperor, also bowed to the ground and spoke up, striving to be a favor. Impassionedly said:

"Father, Fang Bao is innocent, he should be released to win the hearts of the people!"

"Fang Bao is a famous Confucian in the world, killing a Fang Bao will lose the heart of tens of millions of Confucians!"

"Fang Bao not only can't be killed, but should also be reused."

"Huang Ama, let Fang Bud go!"

"Ama ......"

"Your Majesty," Tong Guowei saw several imperial nephews and grandchildren, and he was awkward with him, kneeling on the ground and saying loudly, "Fang Bao Naiqin's case is a repeat offender, and he can't be released!" ”

Yinzhi, the third son of the emperor, shouted in agreement:

"Can't put it!"

The fourth son of the emperor Yinzhen, the thirteenth son of the emperor Yinxiang and the eighth son of the emperor Yinzhen shouted fiercely:

"It's time to put it! It's time to put! ”

"Can't put it, can't put it!"

The princes were actually tense and-for-tat. The eighth son of the emperor, Yinxi, was afraid that the reputation of the "virtuous king" would be lost, and he said reasonably:

"Father, sons, ministers, and guests, who received many Confucian masters in the world, all spoke for Fang Bao and begged his father to let Fang Bao go. Sage Kong has a spirit in heaven, and he is also a little gratified. ”

"Presumptuous!" Yinxi's words made Kangxi furious, "Am I a faint tyrant?" Fang Bao should be killed and pardoned, don't I understand? Who told you to collect the Chen, and who allowed your prince to interfere in politics? The Lantern Festival night was a mess! The more he talked, the more angry he became, his foot kicked in front of the princes, and he yelled, "Get out of here!" Get out—"

The princes got up and slipped away, leaving Zhang Tingyu and Tong Guowei kneeling there, neither walking nor kneeling.

The mountains are high and the water is long downstairs, and the fireworks are coming to an end, but there is the sound of the singer's light singing and dancing:

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind.

More blows down, stars like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

The sound of the flute moves,

jade pot light turning,

A night of fish and dragon dance.