Fang Yuegong was a little confused: "Why did Qiu Yu leave?"
"From what I know about Qiu Yu, after he has achieved success, his first consideration is to withdraw safely rather than maintain the status quo, so you will return to the court soon."
Fang Yuegong narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat unconvinced.
Ni Yuanlu said no more and continued to recuperate.
Ningbo Prefecture, Zhejiang.
Xie Sanbin, the former prime minister of the cabinet who had retired to his hometown, cried bitterly when he learned that Chongzhen had passed away.
This is not crying for others to see, but crying from the heart.
If it weren't for Chongzhen, Xie Sanbin would never have been able to enter the cabinet, let alone serve as the cabinet's chief minister.
He will never forget this kindness.
in addition...
Chongzhen died and the new emperor ascended the throne.
As the saying goes, a new emperor appoints his own ministers.
As the saying goes, a new official starts with three things to do when he takes office, and the same is true for the emperor.
If someone spoke ill of the new emperor in his ear, he would be in big trouble.
After all, just because Chongzhen didn't kill him doesn't mean Zhu Cijiong wouldn't kill him.
The first night of mourning.
Xie Sanbin bent over his desk and quickly wrote a lot of things, and had them sent out overnight.
......
On March 13, the 34th year of Chongzhen, news of Chongzhen's death reached Shandong.
Wenshang County, Dongping Prefecture, Yanzhou Prefecture, Shandong Province.
The people wore mourning clothes and mourned for Chongzhen.
Suddenly, two people came to the wilderness outside the city.
One is a young man in his thirties, and the other is also a young man in his thirties.
The difference is that the former is dressed in black and has a thick beard on his chin.
The latter was wearing a blue robe and had a very sparse beard on his chin.
When they reached a secluded place, the man in black stopped and said, "Here it is."
"Yes, sir." The man in blue robe responded, put the package on his back on the ground, took out the sacrificial items from it and placed them on the ground.
After the items were placed, the two men knelt on the ground, one in front and one behind, facing north and back south.
The man in black cried, "Rest in peace, father. I am an unfilial son and cannot stand in front of his spirit to mourn for him."
The man in blue didn't say anything, but just kept kowtowing.
The man in black was none other than the former crown prince Zhu Cilang, and the man in blue was none other than the former governor of the East Depot, Zhang Rong.
After finishing his crying, Zhu Cilang stood up, opened a jar of wine and sprinkled it around the offerings.
Then start burning paper money.
After doing all this, he knelt down and kowtowed again, ready to go home.
At this time, Zhang Rong suddenly pointed to the east and said, "Master, there is something going on over there."
Zhu Cilang looked in the direction of his finger and found thick smoke rising there.
There's a fire?
Out of kindness, he took Zhang Rong towards where the smoke was rising.
As the distance gets closer, the view gradually becomes clearer.
There were only two people standing there, a man and a woman.
The man is very young, only in his twenties.
The woman was in her forties or fifties and looked very old.
On the ground before them lay the offerings for the sacrifice.
The thick smoke just now was probably caused by the paper money igniting the burning of weeds. Now the flames have gone out and the smoke has disappeared.
The young man was very wary of the arrival of Zhu Cilang and Zhang Rong, and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter, you two?"
Zhu Cilang said calmly: "It's okay, I saw thick smoke from a distance and thought it was a fire so I came to put it out."
The young man said, "There was no fire. It was the burning of paper for the sacrifice that ignited the weeds."
Zhu Cilang nodded: "I see. May I ask your name?"
The young man frowned and said, "My last name is Wang."
Zhu Cilang smiled slightly: "What a coincidence, my last name is also Wang."
The young man quickly asked, "How should I address you, brother?"
"I am Wang Shiyuan, what about you, Excellency?"
The young man was about to answer when the woman behind him coughed softly.
The young man looked back at the other person, then turned to Zhu Cilang and said, "I am Wang Bai, a poor Bai."
Zhu Cilang clasped his hands together and said, "Nice to meet you."
The man who called himself Wang Bai also clasped his hands together and said, "Nice to meet you."
After exchanging pleasantries, the two of them left and returned the same way.
On the way back, Zhu Cilang felt something was wrong.
He asked Zhang Rong: "Don't you think the name Wang Bai is a bit strange?"
Zhang Rong smiled and said, "Master, your name is also very strange."
Zhu Cilang said meaningfully: "Read my name backwards and you will understand its meaning."
Zhang Rong blinked his eyes: "Wang Shiyuan... Yuanshi Wang... Yuanshi is Wang... I see."
After reading Zhu Cilang's pseudonym, Zhang Rong began to think about the name Wang Bai.
Wang Bai is the White King...
The White King does not have any other meaning.
etc...
An idea suddenly flashed through Zhang Rong's mind, and he whispered, "Master, the character for king is emperor."
Zhu Cilang frowned: "Emperor? Who is he to have such ambitions?"
Zhang Rong pondered for a while and suddenly said, "That guy might be Fulin, a remnant of the Jiannu clan."
Zhu Cilang's eyes widened: "Fulin?"
"Yes, when we pacified Liaodong, some people said that Fulin was dead, while others said that Fulin faked his death and escaped, and his whereabouts are unknown. I think the latter possibility is more likely."
Zhu Cilang thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, it seems that person is offering sacrifices. During my father's reign, he destroyed the Jiannu and pacified Liaodong. If that person is Fulin, he should hate my father to the core. Why would he offer sacrifices to my father?"
Zhang Rong explained: "Of course he would not worship the late emperor. If I am not mistaken, he is using the news of the late emperor's death to offer a family sacrifice."
After hearing this, Zhu Cilang was furious: "This bastard is looking for death. Notify the government to arrest him."
"Yes." Zhang Rong left in a hurry.
He didn't dare to go to the government to file a complaint in person, after all, he had a special status.
So they found a middleman and asked him to tell the government that there was a man named Wang Bai who was drinking and having fun in the wilderness during the national mourning period.
Suspect that the other party is the remnant of the Jiannu.
A few miles away.
Fulin, who used the alias Wang Bai, stopped and asked the maid Su Moer beside him: "Don't you think the name of the man named Wang Shiyuan just now is a bit strange?"
Su Moer looked back in the direction she came from. "It's indeed a bit strange. That man has an extraordinary bearing and it's obvious that he's not an ordinary person. The servant next to him is very fair-skinned. Although he has a beard on his chin, it's very sparse, as if it was a fake beard glued on."
Fulin frowned: "Do you think that servant is a eunuch?"
"It's possible."
"If the servant is the eunuch, who is the man?"
Su Moer thought for a long time and said uncertainly: "Maybe it's the former crown prince Zhu Cilang who disappeared for a long time."
Fulin said excitedly: "Then tell the government immediately and let them kill each other."
Su Moer shook her head: "Less trouble is worse than more trouble. We made a lot of mistakes during the worship just now. It's better to leave here as soon as possible."
Fulin looked back with some helplessness and distress, then ran away.
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