Chapter 147: Ten Thousand Blood Books
"Zhong Aiqing is flat!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The civil and military officials got up one after another, their eyes were focused on Zhu Song, and His Royal Highness the Prince's eyes were full of expectation.
"Your Majesty, Weichen has a book to play! Yu Hao killed Guo Tu, the commander of Yusong County, for no reason, and hung Guo Tu's body on the city tower, which was simply unlawless, and asked His Majesty to order Yu Hao to be arrested immediately! At this moment, Wu Xiaxian, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, stood up and said.
After speaking, Wu Xiaxian and Changsun Xiao glanced at each other, and both of them showed a knowing smile.
"Today, I called all Aiqing to come, it is for this reason that I have made up my mind and decided to ......"
"Your Majesty, the old minister has something to say!"
Just as Zhu Song was about to tell the result of his treatment of Hao, an old voice suddenly sounded outside the main hall.
I saw the priest of the country, Jiu Lucheng, holding a cane, and slowly walked into the main hall, "Your Majesty, the old minister has something to say." β
Because Lu Cheng was old, Zhu Song pardoned Lu Cheng without kneeling, so Lu Cheng trembled and walked next to Changsun Xiao and stood side by side with Changsun Xiao.
This made Changsun Xiao very dissatisfied, and the standing seats in the court were also divided according to official positions.
His eldest grandson Xiao, as the prime minister, the head of a hundred officials, naturally stood in the first row with the prince, he Lucheng was just a small sacrificial wine, what qualifications did he have to stand next to him?
And Lu Cheng didn't feel Changsun Xiao's resentful gaze at all, and even deliberately wanted to humiliate Changsun Xiao, so he directly pushed Changsun Xiao away and stood in Changsun Xiao's position.
The eldest grandson was furious and was about to have a seizure, when he saw Lu Cheng smile and said: "I'm sorry Prime Minister, I'm old and old, my legs and feet are not good, and I accidentally bumped into the Prime Minister, please forgive the Prime Minister." β
Although the eldest grandson is not lightly angry, but after all, Lu Cheng is a literary master of Daqian, and he is quite respected in the court, plus Lu Cheng took the initiative to apologize to him, if he doesn't forgive, wouldn't he lose his bearing?
What's more, he is a dignified prime minister, can he be angry with a bad old man who is about to enter the coffin?
"If the sacrificial wine is where it is, it is because the original appearance did not hold the sacrificial wine in time, and asked the sacrificial wine to stand firm." After the prime minister finished with a blank face, he took a step back.
The officials behind him were also very insightful and gave up a position for Changsun Xiao.
Seeing that the eldest grandson smiled and actually gave way, Lu Cheng smiled slightly, looked at Zhu Song, and said, "Your Majesty, Yu Hao can't be killed, if he does, I'm afraid it will arouse the anger of the people!" β
"Lord Sacrificial Wine is here to confuse the public, and now hundreds of officials have written to impeach Yu Hao, and His Majesty's failure to kill Yu Hao is the real indignation of the people!" Wu Xia scolded.
"Presumptuous, Wu Xiaxian, how do you talk to Mr. Lu, have you forgotten who taught you the knowledge in your stomach, if it weren't for Mr. Lu, you would be where you are today?" Lan Wushu pointed at Wu Xiaxian and scolded angrily.
Wu Xiaxian and Lan Wushu are both official eunuchs.
I think that at the beginning, they all studied in Guozijian and were students of Lucheng, and Wu Xiaxian was a proud protΓ©gΓ© of Lucheng.
Although Lan Wushu has only studied with Lu Cheng for a few days, and is not as cultured as Wu Xiaxian, he still regards Lu Cheng as his teacher, and he has always been extremely respectful after decades.
At this time, seeing Wu Xiaxian disrespecting Lu Cheng so much, Lan Wuxian suddenly couldn't help it, and was about to rush over to beat Wu Xiaxian, but fortunately he was stopped by the two military attaches beside him.
"Let go of me, let me kill this beast who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors!"
was said by Lan Wuxian, Wu Xiaxian also felt that his face was a little unbearable, and he lowered his head weakly.
Lu Cheng didn't seem to take Wu Xiaxian's words to heart at all, but said to Zhu Song: "Your Majesty, now tens of thousands of people are kneeling outside the palace, asking Your Majesty to pardon Yu Hao. β
As soon as these words came out, the eldest grandson's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Lu Cheng: "This old immortal!" β
He knew that those people must have been instigated by Lu Cheng, and with Lu Cheng's status in the literary world, as long as he ascended to the heights, there would be countless poor scholars who would work for him.
And these poor scholars fooled in front of ordinary people again, and those people would naturally come to intercede for Yu Hao.
"Is that so?" Zhu Song made a surprised expression, "Dolbao, go out and have a look!" β
"Yes!" Dolbao nodded, and hurriedly ran towards the outside of the palace.
Soon, Dolbao ran back, still holding a white cloth stained red with blood in his hand: "Your Majesty, there are indeed tens of thousands of people gathered outside the palace, all of them are pleading for Yu Hao, this is their blood letter!" β
Dolbao said, and hurriedly presented the blood-stained white cloth in his hand to Zhu Song.
Zhu Song took the white cloth and looked at it carefully, only to see that it listed all the good things Yu Hao had done, low-cost cloth, suppression of bandits, pensions, low-cost paper, and accepting refugees......
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and at first glance it was written by Lu Cheng himself.
And on the entire white cloth, there are dense fingerprints, and each fingerprint is stained with blood, a "book of ten thousand bloods"!
At the same time, outside the palace, Li Shihan and all the employees of Haoyue Manor knelt on the ground, and behind them were tens of thousands of people who were also kneeling.
"How Lord Yu treats our people on weekdays, everyone can see, today we must ask Your Majesty to pardon Lord Yu, if Your Majesty does not agree, we will kneel until Your Majesty agrees!" Li Shihan shouted loudly.
"That's right, if there is no lord, my three sons are still bare-chested, and I am afraid that they will freeze to death in winter, it is the lord who makes our family afford to wear clothes and saves our family's life!"
"If it weren't for the lord's suppression of the bandits, our entire village would still be paying the bandits monthly rations, and we would be hungry!"
"It was the pension issued by the lord that allowed me to feed my children, otherwise our orphans and widows would have starved to death!"
"It was the lord who saved my daughter from the bandits and gave her a job, and now our family has no worries about food and clothing."
Looking at the emotional people, Li Shihan's eyes were slightly moist, and sure enough, all this that Yu Hao did was worth it.
Thinking of this, Li Shihan raised his right fist and shouted loudly: "I ask Your Majesty to pardon the lord!" β
Seeing this, the other people also followed Li Shihan's example and raised their right fists: "I beg Your Majesty to pardon the lord!" β
Ten thousand people shouted at the same time, like a tsunami of mountains and a tsunami, and the momentum was magnificent, and even the whole earth trembled.
The civil and military officials and Zhu Song in the Taihe Hall all heard this deafening shout, and many people's faces became ugly.
No matter how much they hate Yu Hao, they can't go against the will of the people, the emperor needs the support of these powerful people, and they also need the support of the people.
At this time, so many people pleaded for Yu Hao, and many people's hearts began to waver.
The eldest grandson's face was even more gloomy to the extreme, and he couldn't care much about it at this time, and said: "Lu sacrificial wine, you are the one who instigated those Diao people to rebel?" β