The Dali Temple, from top to bottom, worked tirelessly to interrogate, review, and sort out the confessions of Guo Yuanzhen, Wang Shangshu, Luo Shangshu, and others. Finally, after seven days, they compiled all the confessions into a file, attached a case report, and submitted it to the Zhongshu.
Thank God, he was able to return home alive!
The Dali Temple Minister had just climbed onto the carriage when he saw Lou Yunchun following him out. He hurriedly asked the coachman to drive away.
"Hurry, hurry, go, go!"
In fact, he was worrying too much. Lou Yunchun saw double on the road at this moment and didn't notice who was in front of him at all.
Lou Yunchun's servant drove to the Dali Temple every day to wait, and one day he finally waited for his young master to come out.
He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Master, are you going home?"
Lou Yunchun nodded and then walked towards the carriage. He came to the front of the carriage and tried to climb up twice but failed.
The servant quickly helped him up and put him into the carriage.
After getting on the bus, Lou Yunchun fell headfirst onto the seat and fell asleep unconscious.
The servant was so frightened that he quickly got into the carriage, whipped the horse and drove towards Zhaoxingfang.
The news in the files about the Secretariat soon reached Minister Kou's ears. He felt as if dark clouds were gathering over his head and had a premonition that a disaster was about to happen.
He went to Yingwang's Que Garden several times to pay his respects, but was turned away each time. He then contacted other noble families, but they were all at a loss, as panicked as ants on a hot pan.
The few friends who used to be my good friends also acted like cowards and closed their doors to visitors.
His rivals in the court took action upon hearing the news. He and the officials of the Censorate were impeached by the upright officials headed by Lin Qinnian because of past scandals or immoral behavior.
In desperation, he had to join forces with the Censorate to fight back.
Although the Censorate used words as a weapon, they had no way of attacking Lin Qinnian and others because of their upright conduct and no serious mistakes that would affect their lives or futures. They could only exaggerate and criticize some unfounded things in an attempt to disrupt the situation, confuse the public, delay time, and find an opportunity.
They reported everything and blamed everything. Even small things like officials buying a cake on the street after leaving court were impeached and damaged the reputation of the government.
As a result, when street vendors saw people in official uniforms, they were all silent and dared not shout their wares, for fear of being accused of a crime.
For a moment, the court was in turmoil, and the sounds of quarreling and scolding in the Golden Palace were enough to tear the roof off.
The sage had a lot of experience in this regard. He stuffed cotton in his ears and let the people around him argue until they were red in the face, but he remained calm.
Just as the ministers were arguing fiercely, a piece of bad news suddenly came.
Prince Ying was obsessed with alchemy and died suddenly from an overdose of elixirs. A sorcerer in his mansion attempted to escape but failed, and committed suicide in Qingque Garden out of fear of punishment.
All the officials in the Censorate were like ducks with their necks stuck, and they dared not quack anymore.
As for those idle kings, they were more like they had seen a ghost. They were so frightened that they immediately submitted petitions to the emperor to go to their own fiefdoms.
The sage failed to persuade them to stay, so he had to issue an edict, bestowing rewards and titles on them, and sent people to escort them out of the capital separately, and instructed them to make sure that his closest uncles and brothers were safely sent to their fiefdoms.
The idle king was not really idle. All of his men were smart people. After receiving the imperial edict and expressing gratitude, they did not stay for long and left quickly.
Seeing that the situation was set, Minister Kou wanted to submit a petition for resignation on the grounds of old age and illness.
If you can't keep your official position, at least you can keep your family's wealth.
However, due to years of habit, his memorial was delivered directly to the emperor's desk without going through the Ministry of Personnel. By the time he realized that the situation was different and this move was not appropriate, it was too late.
The next day, he received the saint's house arrest order.
Minister Kou was placed under house arrest for the crime of usurpation. Once the news spread, it quickly aroused discussion and speculation.
He had been in the Ministry of Personnel for so many years, reviewing memorials and criticizing imperial edicts. There were countless cases of his usurping power both in public and in private. Which one of them was not more serious than such a "small matter" as submitting a memorial directly?
However, apart from erasing the saints' comments when reviewing old cases and being stripped of the right to review and refute, he has never received any other punishment.
But now he is under house arrest, what kind of a sign is this?
The nobles in the capital all followed the lead of Minister Kou. Now that he was exposed, the nobles and ministers in the court submitted memorials to plead for him, but to no avail. Instead, they attracted criticism from the lower-class scholars.
It was not until the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the court finally quieted down as per the customary holiday.
Due to the sudden death of King Ying, the emperor announced that the moon worship ceremony would be cancelled this year, no palace banquet would be held, and no rewards would be given to express his grief.
The palace did not celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and court officials did not hold large-scale celebrations at home. Even the people were quite quiet. The originally scheduled Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival and temple fairs were cancelled, and curfews were imposed in all districts as usual.
Even the dullest person would be able to sense something unusual in it.
The court officials were trembling with fear and stayed in their own homes, not daring to run around like in previous years.
Sure enough, on the full moon night, at three o'clock in the morning, there was a noise on the street. The sound of the army's footsteps and horse hooves made the ground tremble and frightened people.
Someone's door was knocked open, and they received a mold tailored by the saint, and then they were taken to prison to reunite with their old friends.
When Lou Yunchun woke up, the moon was full outside the window.
When the servant saw that he had woken up, he hurriedly helped him up, brought him some tea and served him some.
"What time is it?"
"It's five o'clock in the morning."
Lou Yunchun lay down and prepared to continue sleeping, but the servant moved the lamp over, took out a letter and handed it to him.
"Master, there's a letter from Madam Xu!"
He suddenly sat up, snatched the letter, went under the lamp and opened the envelope.
Why are you sleeping? I’m not sleeping anymore!
————Knock on the moon dividing line————
"Snap!" Xu Jiang knocked on the mold, and a moon fell off.
"Wow, it's a magpie climbing a branch." The girls cheered, and then looked forward to watching her knock out the next one.
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