win the hairpin

Chapter 132 The Tribulation of King Jin

Now that I have seen the newspapers, let's spread the matter out and write about it. Depending on the newspapers, I can also write things upside down.

Not only do we have to reverse black and white, but we also have to use cover-ups to make each library report different "truths" and muddy the water.

The eyes of the people are not sharp, but they are often influenced by public opinion. Mastering the museums is mastering the wisdom of the people.

The bearer carried him to the Shi Library, and after discussing matters in the library, he hurried to other libraries, but unfortunately he was still a step late.

In less than an hour, another tabloid came out from Qinxin Tea House.

The content this time was the same as the last time, it looked like the same person was grabbing the pen, the pen could hardly bear the sarcasm from this mouth, and became a veritable bald pen.

The article first speculated about today's Zhang family's movements—the guess was very accurate, as if lying under the Zhang family's bed and heard it.

Then he bluntly said that the newspapers did not dare to write at the beginning. As soon as his article was published, the newspapers would come to pick up the wisdom of others, and take advantage of the afterglow of him as a writer to be the mouthpiece of the Zhang family.

He also said that this matter will be settled sooner or later. After all, an arm can't twist a thigh. A little ant like the Song family who offends a big man may die soon.

Zhang Xuling stared at this new tabloid, his eyes were bleeding.

Who the hell wrote this?

How can you be so angry?
Facing the tabloid, Zhang Xuling was unable to speak, and ordered the bearers to go directly to the gate of the palace and wait.

And the first tabloid that caused a lot of waves was sent into the palace by the Fanzhang faction after it came out.

Outside the Chui Gong Hall, Zhang Rui, Zhang Xutang, and the King of Jin knelt outside, and the door guards closed the door. No one knew what was going on inside, and everyone was waiting for the emperor to summon them.

However, after that tabloid was sent in, there was no other voice in it.

The servants stood on both sides, watching their noses, noses, and hearts, and they never even made a look out.

The wind was still blowing, and although the snow on the ground had been swept away, the stone slabs still felt bitingly chilly. Just standing outside with your hands sleeved, your frozen teeth rattled, let alone kneeling on the ground.

But the three kneeling people didn't make a sound, they just kept silent, even if they had something to say, they would wait until Jinshang summoned them.

As a result, the entire Chui Gong Hall became more and more silent, so that the outside of the Chui Gong Hall also became silent, and everyone even played their footsteps lightly and slowly, so as not to make people unhappy.

When Zhang Xutang's legs were numb, the door of the palace finally opened and the three of them were summoned in.

As soon as the three of them entered, they saw the veil hanging in the air, and the Ding kiln suanni smoker, which was half a person's height, stood on both sides of the lower part of the imperial cave. Green smoke came out of it, and "Spring Letter in the Snow" was burning inside, and the fragrance was elegant. .

Sitting indifferently on the roof today, he accepted the worship, and pointed to Xiudun at the bottom of the steps: "Master Xiang, sit down and talk."

Zhang Rui knelt down and refused to accept: "I have no way to teach my son, and it will cause endless harm, so I dare not sit down."

Today, I asked the servant to present the tabloid to Zhang Rui: "Sit down and watch. How does this man compare with the scholars of the Imperial Academy?"

Zhang Rui got up from the ground anxiously, swayed slightly, then stabilized, sat on the embroidered pier, opened the tabloid and read two lines, feeling terrified in his heart.

The tabloids were originally banned, but they were banned repeatedly, so he suggested that the government should simply control them, and only the big newspapers would be allowed to operate, and the tabloids would be sent into the palace every day to relieve the boredom of Imago and the harem.

Several major newspapers in the capital are under the nose of the Zhang family. In the past, what they said were all anecdotes, harmless, but today's tabloid was carried into the palace, which is irritating to the eyes and ears.

He shook his hands and continued to look down. After reading it, he couldn't answer the question asked today.

If it is said that this person's writing style is better than that of a scholar from the Imperial Academy, wouldn't it be admitted that the tabloid is right?

"Your Majesty," Zhang Rui put down the tabloid sadly: "Although what is said here is an exaggeration, there are many groundless speculations to slander Xiao'er's words, but Xiao'er did bring Song Jiaerlang back to the capital, although there are other secrets in it, But once this tabloid is published, there is no way to refute it, for the anger of the common people, His Majesty should severely punish the child."

Jinshang said slowly: "What's the secret?"

Zhang Rui was about to speak, but Jinshang pointed to Zhang Xutang and said, "Xutang, come and talk."

Zhang Xutang buried his head deeply, and replied: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...the villain is guilty..."

As he spoke, he suddenly burst into tears: "Your Majesty, the villain has been wronged..."

He snotted and burst into tears, and he defended himself articulately while crying: "Then Song Qinghui is actually a fool. Everyone in Tanzhou City knows it. Your Majesty will know it when you ask him. In fact, he slipped out to play and hid in the small house. The villain was afraid that he would get lost, so he brought him back home. The Song family's eldest lady made trouble at home without asking any questions. There happened to be a happy event at home yesterday, so the villain had to lock her up first. , how would you know that Prince Jin..."

When it came to Prince Jin, he was so timid that he dared not speak, and finally he murmured coquettishly: "Prince Jin is too majestic! If it wasn't for Prince Yan..."

Zhang Rui glared at him immediately: "Your Majesty didn't ask you anything, so don't talk too much!"

King Jin knelt on the ground with his mouth tightly shut. No matter what Zhang's father and son said, he didn't intend to speak.

Today, he pondered for a long while, and then stared intently at the silent King Jin: "Master Xiang has no way to teach his son, and I also have no way to teach my son."

Zhang Rui was startled, and knelt down again: "Your Majesty."

"Sit down," Jin Shang waved his hand, the expression on his face was not sure whether it was anger or anger, "King Jin also said, when he showed off his prestige last night, was he slapping Xiangye in the face or me? "

His name was King Jin, and King Jin didn't call him father, and replied blankly: "I'm just looking for someone, I don't dare to slap anyone in the face, and I can't slap anyone in the face."

Jinshang sneered: "Are you resenting me?"

"I dare not." King Jin's voice remained unchanged.

"In your eyes, you have no father, no brothers, and no court. You only see the daughter of a criminal minister. It can be seen that you have made no progress in the past ten years in Tanzhou!"

Everyone dared not answer.

Today, he has ignored the king of Jin for ten years and exiled the king. If the king hadn't stood up for himself, he would have become a dead bone by now. What he said, the king of Jin would just treat it as fart.

King Jin knelt on the ground, motionless, despite the scolding, there was no trace of remorse on his face.

Staring at him today, for some reason, he thought of his own mother——Queen Dowager Pei.

When the Empress Dowager Pei was in charge of the government, if something went wrong, she would tense her face and said nothing, and all civil and military officials spoke one after another, and she listened to them all, but she still went her own way.

The admonisher scolded her for being arbitrary, and she bluntly said that she can listen to the government for the emperor, and she is no worse than the officials.

King Jin is very similar to Empress Dowager Pei.

Although kneeling on the ground, he stood in front of the people of the world with a posture of preferring death to submission.

"Confused seeds!" Admiral Jin slammed the red porcelain cup in his hand, and it hit King Jin on the forehead.

The teacup rolled to the ground and broke into two pieces. The tea wetted his face and stained his clothes. His forehead immediately became red and swollen, and there were tiny blood clots. He still didn't give in at all.

The servants in the house knelt down and begged His Majesty to appease his anger.

(End of this chapter)