MTL - Time is slow-Chapter 750 Wrath of the Son of Heaven

   Chapter 750 The Wrath of the Son of Heaven

"Luoshui Xuangui first offered auspiciousness, yin counted nine, yang counted nine, nine, nine and eighty-one counted, and the number was similar to the Tao. He couldn't stop patting the table, "Nice words! Wei Wuxie, come here and appreciate it with me."

Emperor Mingkang called Wei Wuxie to share his joy, and then read on: "Qishan Danfeng is auspicious, six male voices, six female voices, six six thirty-six voices, heard in the sky, born Mingkang emperor, long life without bounds —”

   Reading this, Emperor Ming Kang paused, feeling that something was wrong.

   He went back and recited: "Qishan Danfeng and phoenix are auspicious, the male sings six, the female sings six, six, six and thirty-six sounds, the voice is heard in the sky, the dog is born to the Emperor Mingkang—"

  Ming Kangdi stared at the word "dog" with a face so heavy that water dripped from it.

   He just said something was wrong, and he read the word as "天" and read it smoothly.

   "Emperor Inusheng Mingkang—"

  On the ivy paper, the character "dog" written in red pen is like a vicious dog lying in front of him, sticking out his tongue and mocking Emperor Kangdi.

  Ming Kangdi was furious, his voice changed from anger: "Wei Wuxie, let Lanshan and his son roll over to me!"

   "Yes." Wei Wuxie almost escaped from the imperial study, and quietly exhaled while standing outside the silver-clad palace.

   It seems that Lanshan and his son are going to have bad luck.

  Lanshan mansion, received an oral order from Wei Wuxie, Lanshan asked cautiously: "Chang Gong, the emperor called our father and son into the palace at this time, I don't know why?"

   "Lan Shoufu asked this question, our family does not dare to speculate on the holy will." Wei Wuxie played Tai Chi, thinking that if Lan Shan would pass the bank note, he would reveal a little bit.

  Lan Songquan laughed: "Father, why don't you ask? It must be the emperor who saw the outstanding congratulations written by his son, and asked us to go there."

   "Mr. Chang, is it really related to the dog's congratulations?" Lan Shan was much calmer than his irritable son, so he didn't worry to ask.

  Wei Wuxie smiled calmly: "Lan Shoufu, our family really doesn't know this, so don't make it difficult for our family, but the emperor announced that the two of you were indeed reading the congratulations in the study before entering the palace."

  Lan Songquan laughed happily: "Father, let me just say, there is nothing else but this."

  Lan Shan stretched out his white and sparse eyebrows and said tremblingly: "Then let's go, the emperor can't wait."

  Wei Wuxie led the way in front, swept across Lan Songquan from the corner of his eye, and sneered in his heart.

   Cutting off people's fortunes is like killing one's parents. Lan Songquan made him lose a bag of silver, and he just waited for him to be unlucky.

  Lanshan and his son walked into the imperial study by car. As soon as he stepped into the door of the imperial study, Lanshan's scalp was inexplicably numb, and he immediately stopped.

   Based on his understanding of the emperor over the years, the atmosphere in the room showed that the emperor was very unhappy at the moment.

  Lan Songquan didn't notice anything, and bowed in full vigour: "I pay respects to the emperor."

   "You wrote this?" Emperor Ming Kang swung the greeting card in front of Lan Songquan's eyes.

   Familiar handwriting came into view, Lan Songquan nodded hurriedly: "It was written by Wei Chen."

   This congratulatory message is the most proud of his many years of congratulations, and I don’t know how the emperor will reward him.

   "Damn!" Emperor Ming Kang smashed the memorial directly on Lan Songquan's face.

  Lan Songquan was waiting to hear the praise, and he was completely unprepared. The congratulatory stamp hit the bridge of his nose justly, and the nosebleed came out immediately.

   Watching the nosebleed fall on the golden brick, Emperor Ming Kang became even more furious and said, "Come here, drag this **** Lan Songquan, who offends Tianyan, and behead it!"

   Lan Songquan, who had a **** face, was stunned: "Your Majesty, why is this? What did this minister do wrong?"

  Lanshan kicked Lan Songquan staggered and fell in front of Emperor Mingkang, with tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty spare your life, Your Majesty spare your life! I beg your Majesty to tell the old minister, what did the little beast do wrong?"

   "See for yourself!" Although Emperor Ming Kang was furious, deep down he did not intend to kill Lan Songquan.

  Lan Shan tremblingly picked up the greeting card that had fallen on the ground, and slowly unfolded it. After reading the above content, his face suddenly changed, and he fell to the ground and lost his voice: "This, this is impossible, how could a little beast write like this—"

  Lan Songquan was confused and rushed over: "Let me see!"

   At this time, Lan Shan didn't bother to scold him for being disrespectful, and asked sharply, "Did your brain twitch when you wrote the greeting?"

  Lan Songquan hurriedly read it, his eyes seemed to fall on the word "dog", his eyes became blank: "This is impossible, this is impossible!"

  Ming Kangdi sneered: "Why, you want to tell me that you didn't write this?"

   "Your Majesty, this was definitely not written by the minister!" Lan Songquan said loudly.

  Emperor Kang lifted his eyelids: "Even if I don't recognize your words, can your father not recognize them? Lan Shoufu, tell me, is this word written by your son?"

  Lanshan was speechless when asked.

  Lan Songquan was anxious: "Father, this is really not written by me, how could I make such a mistake."

   Emperor Kang snorted lightly: "Elder Lange, just tell me, is this really your son's handwriting?"

  Lanshan stared at the red characters on the ivy paper, wanting to find a difference, but in the end he was only frustrated and said with difficulty: "It's his handwriting..."

   "Father!" Lan Songquan was in a hurry, and turned to pay homage to Emperor Kang, "Your Majesty, this minister is not crazy, how could he write such a congratulatory letter!"

   "Hehe, it is said that there is something to think about in the day and a dream at night. You may have been scolding me like this for a long time in your heart, and you accidentally wrote it out."

   quibble with me? I never listen!

Lan Shan is the one who understands Emperor Kang's mind the most. Seeing Lan Songquan, he has to say more. He hurriedly pulled him and put his hands on the ground to plead guilty: "Your Majesty, a little beast would never dare to have such thoughts, please see that there is only such a senior minister. For my son's sake, spare his life..."

Emperor Ming Kang looked at Lan Shan banging his head several times, his sparse white hair was scattered all at once, and finally said: "Since Lan Aiqing is interceding for your son, then the death penalty can be avoided, so I will reward him with a reward. Hundred big boards."

  Lan Shan broke into a cold sweat upon hearing this.

   One hundred big boards are really going to be beaten, and my son will be disabled even if he doesn't die. This is absolutely impossible!

   "Your Majesty, the little beast has rough skin and thick flesh. It would be bad if your imperial plate broke..."

Lan Shan begged pitifully, Emperor Ming Kang squinted to listen, and finally slowly opened his eyes: "Lan Aiqing has worked hard for many years, and I am not a ruthless person, but how can Jinkou Yuyan change casually? The reward remains the same, but Lan Aiqing can pay for it with silver."

   "The money will arrive?" Lan Shan asked dumbly.

  He is old, who will tell him what the emperor means?

   "Yes, take silver to pay, one thousand taels of silver to one board." Ming Kangdi said expressionlessly.

   One thousand taels of silver is worth one board, and one hundred large boards is one hundred thousand snowflake silver, um, anyway, this year's wax gift can be distributed.

   The content of the congratulatory chapter is borrowed from the Qingci poems dedicated to Emperor Jiajing by Yuan Wei, a great scholar during the Wanli period, and a few words have been changed.

   (end of this chapter)