Chapter 932: Auspicious, see auspicious again
What a person wants during his lifetime are wine, sex, wealth, power and longevity, to name a few.
But behind them, most of them only have one name, because they can only have one name.
If Cao Rui is sure to destroy the two kingdoms of Shu and Wu, then no matter how his enemies smear him, he will not take it to heart.
But over the years, Cao Rui went from being complacent when he first came to the throne to now trying to protect Luoyang from the prying eyes of thieves.
The changes in his mentality are really not accessible to outsiders.
Da Sima sat back and watched Liangzhou being conquered by thieves. Everyone in the government and the public said that he feared Shu as much as a tiger.
But I wonder if Cao Rui had already lost the confidence to swallow Shu?
That's why he still cares about the slander of the thief.
It is Feng Thief’s poem…
well!
After the death of my imperial uncle, there was probably no one in the world who could compare with Feng Thief in terms of poetry writing.
The most important thing is that over the years, Wei and Shu have been at war, and Wei has always been at a disadvantage.
Neither civil or military forces were enough to give Cao Rui the confidence to defeat Shu.
So when he heard Lian Zhao's words when he was so angry, he felt like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, but he was still full of hope.
Since the Wei Dynasty is the righteous one in the world, God is partial to the Wei Dynasty.
"I am worried about your majesty's illness, so I sent people to search for famous doctors all over the world. A few days ago, I got a reward. There was a woman in Shouchun who fell asleep for three days."
“After waking up, I said that I had been granted a gift from the gods, and that I was possessed by a goddess. I should live in the palace, guard the emperor’s house, and bring blessings to His Majesty to ward off evil spirits.”
Hearing this, Cao Rui raised his eyebrows.
天女?
There are many capable people and strangers in the world, and Cao Rui naturally knows that.
In order to extend his life, Emperor Wu called many alchemists. He once studied Fang Zhongshu with Zuo Ci, advocating that you should be on the side, so that you can reach the evening every day.
I heard that it was because of this that they had twenty-five sons and seven daughters.
Emperor Wen, however, was forced to practice this technique due to lack of talent, and eventually died prematurely due to excessive indulgence.
As soon as he thought about this, Cao Rui immediately remembered that Feng Thief was rumored to be a descendant of Shanmen.
The entry of a mere disciple of a mountain sect into the world disrupted the stability of the Wei Dynasty. If it were replaced by a goddess...
Thinking of this, Cao Rui quickly asked:
“Have you ever verified what this woman said?”
Lian Zhao nodded:
"I know that this matter is of great importance, so I don't dare to report it easily and let people inquire about it."
"Some people have seen with their own eyes that if this woman is given water to drink or her sores are washed with water, the patients will be cured. Therefore, I think there must be something extraordinary about this woman."
When Cao Rui heard this, he became very energetic!
He knew that Lian Zhao was reliable, otherwise many courtiers would not have called him a villain, and Cao Rui still trusted him.
Since he dares to guarantee this, it must have been confirmed.
However, when it comes to forbidden areas of the palace, one must be extremely cautious.
Seeing Cao Rui ponder for a while, he said:
"If she can really ward off evil and bring good fortune, I think she will be able to do something about the Luoyang plague..."
Lian Zhao understood and said quickly:
"What your Majesty said is absolutely true. I suggest sending someone to take her to Luoyang first. If she really has a way to eliminate the epidemic, she must be a goddess."
“If not, it will be deceiving the world. When the time comes, all it takes is an edict from your majesty to bring justice to the city and calm the people’s minds.”
Cao Rui nodded with satisfaction:
“This matter will be left to you.”
“No!”
We are not afraid of thieves being rampant, but we are afraid that there is no way to deal with them.
Now that he has a way to deal with it, Cao Rui can finally relax a little.
He looked at Lian Zhao and smiled:
"I know that you act cautiously, but when God sends auspicious things, you should talk about it first in the future."
Recalling that he had kicked Lian Zhao just now in anger, he couldn't help but asked with concern:
"Just now I was so energetic that I didn't know the weight of my feet. I love your body, but you're fine?"
Lian Zhao quickly replied:
"Your Majesty's kick is to remind me to prioritize my affairs in the future. I can only be grateful, so how can I be ill?"
At the same time, I secretly had a plan in mind.
He knew that the emperor was impatient. If he first avenged the incident of the goddess and then the thieves in Luoyang, his majesty would not only be angry for a long time, but would even be angry with himself.
But if you make your majesty angry first and then retaliate against the goddess, not only will your majesty be able to calm down, but you will even gain your majesty's concern unexpectedly.
At that time, Your Majesty will feel guilty. Are you afraid that you will not be able to keep Jane in the Emperor's heart?
So Lian Zhao was able to squeeze out Liu Ye and gain the respect of Cao Rui, so he was very good.
After he exited, he happened to meet Yang Fu who was waiting for His Majesty’s summons outside. He quickly saluted and said:
“I’ve met Yang Shaofu.”
Yang Fu just "hummed" and didn't even look at him, let alone answer him.
Lian Zhao seemed to have anticipated Yang Fu's reaction, so he was not angry and left with a respectful expression on his face.
Yang Fu looked at Lian Zhao's back, his eyes becoming colder and colder.
Because His Majesty not only asked the imperial guards to set up many checkpoints, but also asked his close ministers to report everything.
Just like the Battle of Xiaoguan three years ago, His Majesty was inspecting Xuchang.
When the results of the war were transmitted, His Majesty not only used illness as an excuse, but also failed to meet with the ministers in time.
They even sent Lian Zhao and other close ministers to guard the door to prevent the ministers who came after hearing the news from entering.
Finally, he was forced to raise his sword and attack Lian Zhao. His Majesty then received him and others and arranged everything after the war.
As things continue like this, the ministers who are close to you will become closer, while the ministers who are outside will become more and more distant. The sages in the imperial court will not be able to display their talents, but your Majesty's close ministers, regardless of whether they are talented or not, will be able to gain power.
This is not the way to govern a country!
Lian Zhao naturally didn't know the way Yang Fu looked at him from behind, let alone what Yang Fu was thinking at this time.
But when he heard the voice of "I have something to ask your Majesty," a smile appeared on his lips.
Sure enough, after a while, Yang Fu’s loud voice sounded again, with a little anger at the same time:
"Your Majesty, as the emperor, does not dress according to the etiquette and laws, but he wears women's clothes well. When the time comes, everyone in the world will respect women's clothes, and the Wei Dynasty will be destroyed. Is that okay?"
(Note: Women’s ornaments refer to those ornaments used by women to dress up, not women’s clothing. For example, the crown of the emperor uses real white jade beads on the front and back, but Cao Rui changed it to coral beads for women.)
Then Cao Rui's apology sounded.
Lian Zhao smiled slightly and left quietly.
Although His Majesty usually has his own opinions and may not necessarily listen to the opinions of his ministers, he generally will not be angry or even increase the punishment for ministers who put forward opinions.
But everyone in the world is willing to listen to words that are pleasant to their ears, but not willing to listen to words that are offensive to their ears.
Like Yang Fu, if you talk too much, Your Majesty will only become more and more distant in the future.
Thinking of this, Lian Zhao smiled even more heartily.
Luoyang.
The epidemic that started in April has made the most prosperous city in the world deserted.
Those who had the means fled the city with their families and their families, while those who had no means had no choice but to close their homes and pray that the epidemic would pass as soon as possible.
If you are really unfortunate enough to be infected, you can only resign yourself to fate and either wait to die or get through it.
The rumors spread everywhere have greatly aggravated people's panic about the epidemic.
Because this epidemic came at a very strange time.
Plagues in previous years were mostly prevalent during the cold period of winter and early spring.
This epidemic began in April, when summer had already entered.
So in this era when theories about ghosts and gods are prevalent, as long as someone makes the slightest provocation, it is easy for people to become suspicious:
Could it be that God is not blessing the Wei Dynasty?
In Luoyang in June, the sun was shining brightly on the streets which were much deserted than usual.
However, the gloomy clouds over the city seem to be lingering like a life-threatening ghost.
A man wearing a bamboo hat and his face covered with gauze hurriedly walked to the door of a restaurant and knocked on the door:
“Shopkeeper, please open the door.”
A voice soon came from the restaurant:
“Guest, there is no food in the store!”
“Store, help me, there is a ghost outside, please let me go in and take shelter.”
“Where did the ghost come from? What ghost?”
“Female ghost.”
“How many female ghosts are there?”
“Eight thousand female ghosts!”
The closed door of the restaurant finally opened a crack, and when it was clear that there was really only one person outside, someone poked his head out and looked around.
Then he opened the door wider and said, "Then please invite the guests to come in for a while."
The man entered the restaurant and neatly took off all his outer clothes, including his bamboo hat.
Then someone quickly brought a brazier and threw all these things in and burned them clean.
“Guest, please come this way, the water has been boiled.”
When the man followed him down to clean, another waiter brought water and sprinkled it on the floor, and began to mop the floor. At the same time, a pungent smell filled the shop.
After the man had his hair scattered and cleaned, and put on a new set of clothes, someone took him to the back hall of the restaurant.
There was a handsome husband sitting there waiting for a long time:
“Sir, please sit down. Where are the eight thousand female ghosts now?”
“The world is already in chaos!”
As the man answered, he took something out of his arms and put it on the table.
The handsome man also took something out of his arms and put it on the table.
The two things fit together perfectly.
The two of them put away their things in tacit agreement.
The handsome man bowed his hands and said:
“I am in a den of thieves and I have to be careful. May I ask your name, sir?”
“My surname is Han, my given name is Long, and my courtesy name is Qianyong. May I ask if I can do it in front of Mr. Mi Lang?”
“This is Mi Zhao.”
“I’ve met Mr. Mi Lang.”
Hearing the name Han Long, Mi Zhao's expression went into a trance, and Jier sighed:
“What I use here is the title Shiyilang. People often call me Shiyilang. However, in recent years, I have heard less of this title of Milangjun...”
(End of this chapter)