"There are many thieves in the market these days. Even in the palace, there are those thieves who dare to steal the rare treasury in the treasury!"

In a very famous bun shop on Qianmen Street, when Wang Fulin used a spoon to scoop the white and smooth tofu brain, carefully mixed the sugar slices evenly, and then picked one from the bun in the cage and sent it to his mouth, he heard this and was shocked. When the chopsticks were loosened, he almost dropped the delicacies that were almost at his mouth into the bowl of the tofu brain.

The table he was having was placed at the door of the store. Strictly speaking, the boss was completely occupied by the road and there was no urban management these days, so no one would care about this little thing. At this moment, some people, whether they were sitting or buying things, looked over curiously.

"Have you heard about it too? Tsk tsk, I heard that it was only after the inventory of the warehouse in the past two days that it was just caused by this!"

Wang Fulin did not turn his head deliberately, but could find someone sitting down on the table deliberately, and then asked quietly what was going on. However, in this kind of public, the so-called quiver is actually not much different from blatant blatantness. Instead, it also made many curious people prick up their ears.

I heard the old man who first started the topic, Xili drank half a bowl of porridge, then slapped the table and said, "You must have heard of the old King Dingxiang, right? The man who was originally Duke Cheng Guo, had such a chaotic world during the Jiajing period, was full of honor and favor. When Grandpa Longqing was in power, this self-respected family actually asked Grandpa Longqing for the painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" in the inner warehouse. Since the Taoist emperor hid it in the late Northern Song Dynasty, he has gone from the palace to the folk, from the folk to the palace, and I don't know how many times it has been. It can be said that it is valuable."

Seeing that the diners gradually gathered, and there were many passers-by, the old man not only did not keep it in a hindrance, but instead spoke even more vigorously: "Not mentioning the previous dynasty, just like the recent decades, the chief assistant Li Dongyang, Li Ge Lao, had hidden this painting during the Zhengde period. Later, Li Ge Lao died, and the painting was transferred to others. Later, Yan Song's son Yan Shifan was robbed. After Yan Shifan died, he was in a state of silence. King Dingxiang had been salivating about this painting as early as that year, so he relied on his honors and favored ministers, so he asked for it. Our Grandpa Longqing had always been unconscious of calligraphy and painting, so he agreed immediately."

Hearing this, although Wang Fulin seemed to eat delicious food with a bite of bun and a bite of tofu brain, he actually had at least half of his attention on the old man who was talking. Although he knew very well that the people under the emperor's feet had always been gossipy, and he was talking about Zhu Xizhong, the Duke of Chengguo who was posthumously conferred the title of King Dingxiang. Now the Zhu family is far less favored than that before, but he still keenly smelled the smell of conspiracy. Sure enough, among the passers-by around, one of them sneered.

"I still think it's something extraordinary. It's really this. What's the bad news about Old Dingxiang? The Qingming Festival Shanghe Tu is precious, but some people in the palace have long regarded things as their own. It was said that at that time, a small eunuch secretly stole the things and sent them to the outside of the palace for sale. But who knew that the painting was stole the front foot and the foot was discovered. In desperation, he stuffed the things under the piers of Jinshui Bridge. Unexpectedly, he couldn't take them out in time as soon as he stuffed them in. Later, it rained three days, and the things were completely destroyed. When the little eunuch was finally found out, he got beaten with a stick and picked up the things, the painting was not like that."

"I have also heard of it. Grandpa Longqing was so angry that he was almost crazy, but he was embarrassed to tell King Dingxiang that he would reward him with something else instead..."

"What about the painting? It's really ruined? I heard that the picture of the Qingming River During the Qingming Festival is so good!"

"Of course, do you know how many fakes are in the world? It's a sin, some people just don't have clean hands and feet!"

Wang Fulin sat on the small table with a basket of buns and a bowl of tofu brain for two quarters of an hour before he finally stood up. His mood was extraordinary suspicious. If the old man had just started, he might have sent someone to follow him because of suspicion and see who was so unfair that this kind of unlucky thing happened to him. But who would have thought that there were three or four of the diners who knew about it. For a moment, you said everything and I said it vividly. If he hadn't been sure that he had come here for lunch, it was a whim and he thought that others were coming for him.

After leaving a long distance, Liu Bo, who had been sitting on another table, followed him, and he ordered someone to go to other shops to find out if there were any such rumors. He then went back to the Censorate. However, when he returned to the direct room of the Censorate of Guangdong Daozheng, he found that he had underestimated the spreading speed of rumors that were as fast as the speed of light. Because Zheng Yougui also told him a similar version of the story. However, in this story, the eunuch became a corrupt official who was not named.

"Does this news be heard from other censors of the Censorate?"

"Reporting to the Master of the Dao, the Master of the Attorney has hardly talked about this matter. The Grand Secretary of the Constitution has had such a temper before, saying that these messy words are not allowed to be spread, so we, the minor officials, are talking about this matter themselves. I also think it is a bit strange to talk about King Dingxiang in a sudden situation, so I said it specifically."

In other words, the spread of news is actually aimed at the lower-level people first?

Wang Fulin was a little surprised, but thinking about the bottom-up communication channel, the officials could not say anything in the yamen, but they would naturally spread it when they turned back. After sending Zheng Yougui away, he couldn't help but ponder.

If we only look at the superficial situation, some people may think that Zhu Xizhong is not qualified to be named king at all, so they use such a story to vilify Zhu Xizhong. But the problem is that this story only says that someone in the inner court dares to steal things. Zhu Xizhong's shamelessness asks for rewards is just an introduction. Besides, Zhu Xizhong's epitaph was written by the premier Zhang Juzheng himself, and the matter of posthumous title was also handled by Zhang Juzheng. If Zhang Juzheng really wanted to turn over Zhang Juzheng's old accounts, wouldn't this be against Zhang Juzheng?

If it weren't for Zhu Xizhong, it would be a satirical representation that the palace is too lawless now, and the things in the inner warehouse dare to sell them, so he pointed the finger at Feng Bao? But that's not right. During the Longqing period, Feng Bao was just the second-ranked eunuch of the Sili Supervisor and the admiral of the East Factory. If there was a problem with the order in the palace, it should be the first-ranked guys Meng Chong and Teng Xiang who were most favored by Emperor Longqing.

But if these two may be wrong, what is the reason?

Wang Fulin couldn't help but regret it at this time. He had seen some details in the Qingming River Map, but he didn't study the most historical inscriptions and inscriptions and other things, and he couldn't focus on the key points for a while. He happened to be not busy recently, and he was thinking about putting together clues, but after thinking about it, he always felt that he almost felt like he was getting angry. It was not until the evening when he saw Liu Bo, who came back to find out the news at the entrance of the Censorate, and after hearing the reward, he felt that he had caught a clue.

"Young Master, I asked for a while. This news should have been spread gradually in the past five days. They were all in the outer city wells. Most of the rumors were peddlers and pawns, and there were few literati and poets. Because you told me not to attract the attention of the factory guards, I only acted as if I was interested. I didn't dare to ask too deeply, and it was not spread everywhere. The scope was limited." Liu Bo briefly mentioned several versions he had found, and finally said, "Anyway, the final meaning is only one, that is, the thing was destroyed back then, but because the late emperor felt that he was embarrassed, he didn't say it out, and this one was not erased in the inner treasury's account."

In other words, now we are mentioning the "old things" again, just to justify the Qingming River Map to be classified as something that has been ruined?

As for such a possibility, even if Wang Fulin felt that he was bold in proof, he couldn't help but take a breath. That was the treasure that had been booked in the inner warehouse. He had to use so many people to gradually start the business among the people, and then go from the market to enter the Wenyuan, and finally confirm the whole thing in a decent manner. How brave and how big is it to do? Moreover, in order to finally get the thing, you need to have a solid foundation and power in the palace. Moreover, it is impossible to sell it for money, but to treasure it privately and not known. In this way, who else would be except Feng Bao with such ability and such preferences?

"No wonder people say that it is difficult to defend against one's family. Yuan Fu has only been away for half a month to see what happened!"

When Wang Fulin returned home and mentioned this to Xiaobei after dinner, Xiaobei chuckled, "So, my mother said before that the old servants in the family who had been old were very loyal and refused to take more needles and threads. As long as the master praised him and rewarded his sons and nephews, he felt gloomy; there were also some who were lazy and sloppy and even thoughtless, thinking that after he had been in this family for a long time, he should have his own share of things, and he would not take them for nothing. The former must be used well, but the latter must be beaten, but when he arrived at Eunuch Feng, he was afraid that he would have regarded his housekeeper as his master, so how could he be respectful?"

So you really won’t die if you don’t do it!

Wang Fulin sighed in his heart, thinking that whether it is Zhang Juzheng or Feng Bao, it is really not unfair to be liquidated in the future, but the liquidation becomes **********, which is really too much. He was pondering whether he could do something in reverse. For example, if Zhang Juzheng asked Xu Jue for something half a year ago, he suddenly felt that something was stuffed in his hand. When he looked down, he did not turn it open immediately, but looked up and looked at Xiaobei.

"It's Mr. Xie. Chen Bingchang didn't reply at first after he went to post before. This was sent today. Lord Xie rested the day after tomorrow. I ask if you have time and go to Chongguo Temple to stroll around."

"Of course, after all, this great master solved many difficult problems for me back then." Wang Fulin smiled, took the post and went over to write a reply at the table, then put him aside and waited for the ink to dry out. Then he looked up and asked, "By the way, have you asked about the inside story of Lord Xie's return to Beijing this time?"

"He has not had a smooth career in recent years. He was ill when he was in office as the Minister of Dali Temple in Nanjing. It is said that... he was not very satisfied with the Prime Minister. After all, he was elected as the Censor of Nanzhili, which was Gao Gong's wise vision, but later he mentioned studying in Zhejiang. This seemed to be the Prime Minister's intention. However, after he took office, he revised the complete works of Mr. Yangming and gave lectures. All kinds of practices were not in line with the Principal's purpose. Therefore, he had been working hard for a long time when he was in office. This time he was transferred to serve as the Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple. If he could not go further in this position, it would be very difficult."

Speaking of this, Xiaobei Shao must explain more: "This is what I heard from someone when I went to the Sun family today. Also, if you ask me to inquire about the Sun family's movements, you already understand it very well. Now, except for Sun Mong and Sun Xiang's two families, the third family of the Sun family, they either served as foreign officials or had returned to the Sun family in Yuyao. As for the chief military officers, most of them were not involved in government affairs, and the second family also served as foreign officials."

"It seems that everyone knows that the Beijing officials are at risk." Seeing this, Wang Fulin couldn't help but tap his forehead lightly, but did not regret his choice. In contact with the rumors led by Feng Bao whom he just discovered today, he held his wife's hand and said softly, "You ask Mom Yan to contact the eyes that my mother-in-law had hidden before and stared at Xu Jue, but remember, just look, just listen, don't do anything. After all, Xu Jue is a very conspicuous person. Knowing that he is Feng Bao's confidant, there must be many people staring at him, so it is not easy to be discovered among the people of various families."

"Yes, Master, don't worry!" Xiaobei's heart moved. He remembered his mother's secret move many years ago, but did not mention it first, but yawned lazily, "It's much better to do this than dealing with those wives and grandmothers all day long. You don't know that today I was watched like a diorama in the Sun family, and people also asked Jin Bao and the couple from time to time, as if I must be a bad mother-in-law..."

"That's because your life was so easy before. There were fewer things about mother-in-law and mother in the countryside, but you just don't have to show up in many cases. I know you don't like to get old and have these social events. Anyway, the Wang family in Songmingshan has shallow foundation and does not have so many children and nephews to marry everywhere. Just choose a few families that you like according to your closeness and distantness."

After a good night of dreams, Wang Fulin naturally didn't have to get up too early. When he arrived at the Censorate, the sky was already bright. From his mount, which was smooth and slick, he saw that some of the Censors were sitting in sedans carried by two people, some were mules, some were riding donkeys, and some were walking. Although they were basically the same official uniforms, from materials to workmanship, the gap between the rich and the poor was obviously exposed.

It can be said that compared with the Tang and Song dynasties, the treatment of officials today is indeed to force honest people to death, because officials often have to pay for money!

The reason why he was used to this feeling was because he saw a large group of morning shift officials mixed with the figures of the censors under his jurisdiction. Among the few, Wang Jiguang was from a well-off family, Wang Xuezeng was a landlord, but he had already lost. Wang Yanchen was from a poor family, Gu Yuncheng came from a famous scholarly family in Changshu, and Ma Chaoyang was a famous wealthy man in Taiyuan, with handsome and taciturn appearance. In the cold weather in the morning and evening of early spring, some people were wrapped in furs, some were wearing big cloaks, some of their official uniforms had faded, and some were wrapped in patched jackets outside, but still straightened their backs in the cold wind.
Chapter completed!