Feng Quan, who had just taken over the post of chief writer of the Daming Times, entered the courtyard of the Wuying Hall accompanied by the former secretary Lang Hua Qifang.

Feng Quan felt a little bit like he was walking today, and he didn't have the same caution as he was when he entered the Wuying Hall last time.

Although the position of the chief writer of the Ming Times cannot be compared with the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty before Feng Quan's dismissal, it shows that he has returned to the political center of the imperial court, and he is no longer an idler who stays in the countryside and is moldy.

Hua Qifang is also particularly enthusiastic about Feng Quan, not because both of them have compiled the "Three Dynasties Classics" and have a love for incense, but Feng Quan can often see Chongzhen in his current position.

Hua Qifang, as a native of Wuxi, is not valued by the Donglin Party because she is not from a gentleman's background. When Wei Zhongxian was powerful, he did not have the courage to stand up against it, and accepted the task of compiling the "Three Dynasties Classics" half-pushing.

He didn't think at the time that not long after the publication of "The Essentials of the Three Dynasties", the Emperor of the Apocalypse would die, and Wei Zhongxian would also step down.

After the Donglin Party officials impeached Cui Chengxiu last year and overthrew Wei Zhongxian, they planned to liquidate the eunuch party members in the court, and the personnel who participated in the compilation of the "Three Dynasties Essentials" were obviously regarded as the backbone of the eunuch party.

Hua Qifang was still worried for a while, but fortunately, the newly enthroned Emperor Chongzhen was wise and let Cui Chengxiu return to his hometown to worry about it, and after Wei Zhongxian went to Fengyang to guard the mausoleum, he did not continue to expand the attack area.

And Huang Liji, who was regarded as Wei Zhongxian's accomplice, sat firmly in the position of the first assistant of the cabinet, and the voice of the demand for the liquidation of the eunuch party began to slowly subside.

And thanks to Huang Shoufu's blessing, the controversy about the "Three Dynasties Classics" is at least no longer heard in the capital. Hua Qifang and other personnel who compiled the "Three Dynasties Classics" were transferred to the imperial secretariat around Chongzhen.

Although it is claimed to be the imperial secretariat, Hua Qifang has seen the most is not the emperor, but the two close attendants beside the emperor.

This situation obviously goes against Hua Qifang's expectations, if he can't see the emperor and can't get the emperor's favor, won't he rot in the position of this secretary Lang.

Hua Qifang was at a loss, but the former first assistant Feng Quan was reinstated. Relying on a little incense in the past, he pasted Feng Quan, hoping that the former chief assistant could say a few words of his name in front of the emperor.

Seeing Feng Quan and the two enter the courtyard, an internal official who was waiting in the Wuying Hall suddenly stepped forward and asked the two to wait in the waiting room on the side.

Feng Quan entered the empty waiting room and said to the internal official, "Can you ask my father-in-law to make a pot of tea for us?" ”

The young internal official shook it in his hand, and Feng Quan had just secretly stuffed the silver under his sleeve, and after estimating the weight, he immediately replied with a smile on his face: "Please wait a while, the villain will make a good pot of tea for you." ”

Hua Qifang, who was walking behind, didn't know what was going on between the two, and just found a seat and sat down after entering the door.

The officer went out for a while, and soon walked in with two clean white porcelain cups and a pot of hot water.

Taking advantage of the fact that the internal official was making tea for himself, Feng Quan pretended to ask casually: "May I ask my father-in-law, who is Your Majesty receiving now?" How long do we have to wait? ”

The internal official replied bluntly: "Your Majesty is reading the sacrifice document handed over by the Hanlin Academy, and it seems that he is quite dissatisfied. When the villain just went in to deliver water, he happened to hear two sentences. ”

The internal official suddenly paused, and Hua Qifang, who was listening, suddenly asked with some eagerness: "What did Your Majesty say?" ”

Seeing the embarrassed expression on the internal official's face, Feng Quan smiled and took out a small silver ingot from his sleeve pocket and put it on the table, and said, "Thank you father-in-law for making us tea, this bit of broken silver should be used as tea money." ”

The internal official immediately stretched out his hand and wiped it with his sleeve on the desktop in front of Feng Quan, as if he wanted to wipe the dirty things, and after his sleeve passed the table, the small silver ingot suddenly disappeared.

He also said quickly: "Thank you for the reward from the elder of the pavilion, Your Majesty said that the sacrificial texts written by several ministers of the Hanlin Academy are sad but not strong, sad and poignant, and are only suitable for hanging prostitutes in Qinglou." The villain put the kettle on the stove at the door, and the two adults wanted to add water, so they could do their own thing. ”

The officer spoke quickly and quickly, and after he finished speaking, he quickly bowed and left the room, as if someone was urging him.

Feng Quan couldn't help but smile dumbly: "I haven't been here for a long time, and I didn't expect that the father-in-law in the palace seemed to be a different person." ”

Hua Qifang asked with some puzzlement: "What does Elder Ge say?" ”

Feng Quan smiled and said nothing, in the past, when he came to the palace, the eunuchs in the palace were all above board to pass the news to foreign officials, how could they be twisted and pinched like today, for fear of being heard.

It didn't take long for an internal official to summon the two of them to meet in the palace. After entering Chongzhen's office, the two stopped outside and kowtowed to the emperor.

Zhu Youzhen in the inner room is holding a pen in one hand and pressing rice paper in the other, ready to write something. However, he hesitated for a long time and put down the brush, and he was still a little timid about writing such a length of calligraphy.

"Master Feng, Secretary Hua is here, you all come in." Zhu Youzhen said to the two people kneeling on the ground outside.

After Feng Quan and Hua Qifang thanked the emperor, they bent their bodies and walked into the inner room. Zhu Youzhen's gaze turned on the faces of the two before he spoke: "I want to write a memorial for the martyrs in Liaodong, but the things written by those masters of the Hanlin Academy are completely unfocused.

The soldiers of Liaodong died in state affairs, and most of them did not even leave a name, and this war can be described as both sad and painful for my Ming Dynasty.

I hope to let the people of the world know that the stable life they are living now is the result of the sacrifices of these unknown martyrs, and neither the court nor the people can forget these martyrs.

However, the commemoration of these unknown martyrs is not to damage the confidence and courage of our Ming soldiers to defend the country. The two of you, who can write the last article in this sense? ”

For the emperor's request, Hua Qifang felt that it was too sudden, and she couldn't organize such a sacrificial text in her mind. Feng Quan, who was standing beside him, was silent for a while, then bowed to the emperor and said, "The minister is willing to give it a try." ”

Zhu Youzhen looked at Feng Quan with appreciation, then gave up his place and said to him: "Bachelor come to my place, sit down and write slowly." ”

The emperor's courtesy certainly made Feng Quan's heart bloom, but he was not happy and fainted, insisted on refusing to sit on Chongzhen's chair, he was half-bent, stood in front of the rice paper with a pen and thought for a moment, then wrote a sacrificial text with a pen.

Feng Quan, who put down the pen, looked at the article he had just written in front of him, and was full of ambition. Although this article did not give him a long time to consider, but in one go, the thoughts flowed.

As far as he is concerned, he has not written more than this article in the past two years. And just now, under the courtesy of the emperor, he was like a god, and he wrote more than the usual level.

If it weren't for the emperor, he would have wanted to write two more words to express the unfinished pen in his chest.

When Feng Quan was proud of his articles and fonts, he didn't know that he had done this, but he threw his eyes to the blind.

Zhu Youzhen looked at the flowing words on the rice paper in front of him, and his heart became tangled, as if he had returned to the feeling of seeing a doctor's prescription in the later life. Although Wang Chengen was anxious, he didn't dare to say in front of the emperor that the emperor was almost semi-illiterate, and he could only understand the crazy words of the emperor.

After carefully identifying it for a long time, Zhu Youzhen finally decided not to embarrass himself anymore, and he said calmly to Feng Quan: "Master Feng is really quick in writing, and he can do it in a short time. It's better to ask the bachelor to read it for me, so that I can have a good taste or two. ”

Regarding the emperor's request, Feng Quan did not doubt it, and immediately read his text from beginning to end.

Feng Quan's sacrificial text is not long, only eight or nine hundred words. However, it is indeed much more positive than the words sent by the Hanlin Academy in the past two days. almost said what Chongzhen just said.

In Feng Quan's subdued and frustrated reading, Hua Qifang suddenly felt a sense of loss, and now he finally understood that he had just lost a great opportunity to get close to the emperor. However, he didn't resent Feng Quan, but admired his former cabinet elder.

Although he knew some information in advance from the internal officials, he was indeed inferior to being able to type such a magnificent manuscript of the sacrifice in such a short period of time.

When Hua Qifang was lamenting, Zhu Youzhen awakened some old memories from this memorial text. It was an inscription he had seen in his previous life when he was visiting the Unknown Heroes Memorial Square in Xishan, Beijing.

When Feng Quan finished reading his words, Zhu Youzhen finally remembered the entire inscription. He felt that there was nothing wrong with this inscription being used to commemorate these nameless martyrs in Liaodong.

After being silent for a while, he said to Feng Quan: "Master Feng, you record a text for me as a monument to the Liaodong Martyrs' Shrine. ”

Feng Quan, who was waiting to be praised by the emperor, was suddenly a little stunned, but he quickly adjusted his mood and replied calmly: "Minister, obey." ”

“… There are brave people in the world, whose wisdom is unpredictable, who cannot be controlled, who is not shocked when they come suddenly, and who is not angry when they are not angry. Who is it that you are pregnant? There is hunger in the world, as hunger is for oneself; There are drowning people in the world, such as their own drowning ears. The nation is in danger, don't go to the fire and water, and seek common ground in the face of the enemy. The wind and water are cold, the frost is bloody, success or failure, or imprisonment or death, people don't know it, and even the name after the fall.

Ming said: Woohoo! The sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible. Come to the spirit, peace and soul. The long river is the throat, and the green mountains are the evidence; Is it silent? The name of the river and the mountain!

People have forgotten, and history has been light. Unification can be expected, and the nation will prosper. Su Zhijia stone, Mu hand Leming. Sorry for my descendants, forever from generation to generation..."Zhu Youzhen closed his eyes and slowly recounted the inscription he recalled.

Chongzhen didn't know if people in this era could accept this text, but when he saw this text for the first time, he was deeply moved.

After Feng Quan recorded the inscription dictated by the emperor, he became a little uneasy in his heart, and even forgot to praise this text to the emperor.

It's not that this inscription is bad, but the object of this inscription to commemorate seems to have been overpraised.

Such words are used to commemorate General Wenchen, and he will not say anything, but it is used to commemorate those nameless soldiers, which is really contrary to his cognition.

Since ancient times, which period of history was not created by emperors and generals, literati and scholars. How can a group of nameless people who fill in the ravines be praised by brave people?