As a ruler, you should love two words: harmony.
Not to mention the king, even the head of a family loves these two words.
Who wants to go home and see their children crying, their wives scolding, their mothers making a fuss and their fathers yelling? After a day's work, they just want to rest and not worry about household chores.
Therefore, the men of the Qian Dynasty all wanted to see the same scene when they returned home: their wives would greet them with a smile and say, "You have worked hard, husband." Their children would study well and not make any noise. Their parents would enjoy the family life and be happy.
This is called: harmony.
Similarly, Emperor Cheng, sitting on the dragon throne, also liked the harmony between civil and military officials every day, without any quarrels or noise.
The old eunuch Zhang Gonggong stepped forward and shook off the dust: "If you have something to say, please report it. If not, please leave the court."
The civil and military officials looked at each other and said, "You have found a good minister. Now you have nothing to worry about."
"Your Majesty, please make the decision for me." The Minister of Revenue Ma Guanqun fell to the ground in the court, bursting into tears.
Emperor Cheng frowned. This is just looking for trouble! You are a minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Why do you come to me for decision? Emperor Cheng was already unsure. Seeing that the dignified minister of the Ministry of Revenue was crying and asking him to make the decision, this matter must be the matter of officials above the third rank. Could it be... someone's son beat up his son
Ma Guanqun's crying surprised all the civil and military officials in the court.
General Yuchi, a veteran of three dynasties, was the first one who couldn't stand it. It can be said that men have gold under their knees, and they don't shed tears easily. How can a man who is almost fifty cry like a woman
"Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, why are you crying?" The old general was seventy years old, but he still had white hair and a youthful face, and was full of energy! He had a baby at the age of sixty, which shows how strong his body was!
When the old general spoke, his voice was as loud as a bell, which showed who Yuchi Feng inherited his genes from.
"Old General, you don't know, a strange thing happened in my family today. My son suddenly turned into a butterfly and disappeared without a trace!" Ma Guanqun said with tears in his eyes, and it didn't seem false.
Immediately, all the civil and military officials in the court were shocked and shouted loudly. Who had ever heard of such a strange thing
Emperor Cheng immediately shouted angrily: "Ma Guanqun! This is the imperial court! Not a teahouse! You don't want your head anymore, how dare you come to tease me so early in the morning!"
The emperor was furious, and all the civil and military officials in the court knelt down, not daring to make a sound. The court fell silent in an instant.
Here, there are only three people who do not have to kneel, namely General Yuchi, Right Prime Minister Lin and Left Prime Minister Fu.
Ma Guanqun was Fu Kun's man, and they had a good relationship. Fu Kun was also worried and wanted to say a few words for Ma Guanqun, but the emperor was already furious, so he would be killed if he went up to him.
Suddenly, he felt someone pulling his robe, and he looked down and saw the fat old man behind him. This fat old man was none other than Yao Guang, the Lord Yao, whom he hated so much.
In fact, Yao Guang and Fu Kun were of similar age, and they were both in the same class of Jinshi, so they could be considered old acquaintances. However, being fat ruined everything, and Yao Guang became Fatty Yao, the old man in the eyes of his young subordinates.
"Your people, your people." Yao Guang smiled. This man has gained weight, and even his smile looks a bit wretched.
Fu Kun pretended not to know and just moved forward.
“Your Majesty, please calm down.” Ma Guanqun crawled forward and wiped his snot and tears. “Even if you give me ten times the courage, I would not dare to talk nonsense. This is absolutely true. It is precisely because it is unbelievable that I ask Your Majesty to make the decision and ask the Eight Gates to go to my house to investigate and find the whereabouts of my son…” Ma Guanqun kowtowed and kowtowed, tears streaming down his face.
Emperor Cheng still found it incredible. If it was a ghost, he would just find a way to believe it. Transformed into a butterfly? It was unheard of.
Fu Kun narrowed his eyes and saw that Emperor Cheng's complexion had improved. He knew it was an opportunity and immediately stepped forward: "Minister of Revenue, how did your son turn into a butterfly? Please tell me clearly."
Emperor Cheng also nodded while sitting on the dragon throne. The entire process was unclear, and he immediately turned into a butterfly. How could people believe it
Ma Guanqun wiped his nose and tears again, slowed down, and spoke slowly: "Yun'er turned into a butterfly, and it was seen by the maid in the family..." Then, Ma Guanqun told the whole story of Ma Yun's transformation into a butterfly, "When I got up, I only saw a blue butterfly flying out from the direction of Yun'er's yard. I hurried to Yun'er's room, and Yun'er had disappeared without a trace-" Ma Guanqun burst into tears again, "This matter is really too weird, I don't know what to do, so I risked my life to ask the emperor to make the decision and ask the Eight Gates to investigate the matter of the butterfly transformation and help me find Yun'er... Woo~~~~"
After hearing this, the civil and military officials were greatly surprised and puzzled. How could such a strange thing happen in the world
Emperor Cheng was also surprised, but after listening to the whole process, it didn't seem to be false. Moreover, what Ma Guanqun said was right. Where did he get the courage to dare to make fun of Emperor Cheng by risking the punishment of the entire clan
Fatty Yao, who was kneeling behind Fu Kun, blinked and shrank back, as if he wanted to slip away.
"Your Majesty." Fu Kun stepped forward, "Since this is such a strange thing, we should let Lord Yao Guang investigate."
Fatty Yao's body stiffened. It turned out that if it is a blessing, there will be no disaster. If it is a disaster, there is no escape.
"Yes, yes, let Master Yao Guang's ninth gate, the ninth gate, check it!" Ma Guanqun seemed to see hope. He didn't care about his image as the Minister of Revenue. He crawled directly to Fatty Yao and grabbed his sleeve to pull him.
But is Fatty Yao's tonnage just for show? No matter how hard Ma Guanqun pulled, Fatty Yao didn't move at all.
"Yao Guang, what do you think?" Emperor Cheng spoke.
Lin Youxiang looked worried. It was obvious that Fu Kun was passing the buck, because the leader of the Eight Sects was Fu Kun's second son: Fu Mingrui.
This case is extremely strange, as the young man suddenly turned into a butterfly and disappeared. If this case is solved, he will become famous all over the world, but if it is not solved, he will be punished, which will be detrimental to Fu Kun's interests.
There was a shrewd look in Lin Youxiang's eyes. Fu Kun and Yao Guang had always been at odds with each other. Fu Kun was taking this opportunity to get rid of Yao Guang. It would be better to play Tai Chi and not let Fu Kun live in peace.
The court seems harmonious, but in fact there are undercurrents.
"Fu Zuo Xiang, you are really good at playing Cuju!" General Yuchi said, "In the next Cuju competition, why don't you take the lead?"
Fu Kun could hear the sarcasm from General Yuchi, and smiled: "General Yuchi, this young man turned into a butterfly, it must be the work of evil spirits."
"Hey, hey, hey, that may not be the case, not necessarily." Yao Guang climbed up, stepped over Ma Guanqun's back, and came to Fu Kun's side, "Where do so many demons come from in this world? Look at my Ninth Sect, it has been so idle since its establishment that we don't even have any money!" Master Yao Guang looked miserable, facing the civil and military officials, "In this world, the more bizarre things are, the more likely they are done by humans, because humans are smart and know how to play tricks. Just like this transformation into butterflies, I catch a bunch of butterflies at night, right, and then put them on the bed, and then move the body away. The next day, the butterflies will fly out, right? Tell me, does what I say make sense? Does it make sense?!"
When Fatty Yao spoke, all the civil and military officials nodded. It made sense! There was nothing wrong with what he said. (To be continued)