Chapter 73 is chilling. Hai Rui: As long as saints live, thieves will never stop!
"Oh!"
The moment he opened the memorial and saw the first sentence, Hai Rui stood up on the spot.
He subconsciously threw the memorial in his hand away.
Hai Rui's dark and loyal face, which would not change color even in the face of a catastrophic disaster, finally changed.
Shocked and suspicious!
It's even a bit creepy!
What he saw was that the memorial was actually the memorial he had written to the emperor, and what was even more incredible was that it was exactly the same!
"How, how is this possible?!" Hai Rui trembled his lips and involuntarily took a breath of cold air.
His eyes widened as he stared at the nameless memorial that he had subconsciously thrown away on the table.
The power of ghosts and gods?! Almost instantly, this word popped up in his mind subconsciously.
Confucius did not speak. Hai Rui understood the principles of supernatural powers and ghosts. Confucius did not speak. As for whether he believed in them or not, I don't know.
But he was sure that he did not believe it at all, otherwise he would not have criticized the emperor's mysterious practice in his memorial.
If there really are gods in this world, how could they turn a blind eye to the suffering of the people? If they choose to turn a blind eye, then what difference does it make between existence and non-existence! ?
China, don’t have useless gods!
Suddenly, Hai Rui seemed to have thought of something. He quickly turned up his collar, and without caring about anything else, he tore open the seam of his clothes and pulled out the memorial that he had written and kept close to his body.
He was going to present this memorial to the emperor personally.
His transfer order had been issued along with this secret decree, and he was appointed as the head of the Ministry of Revenue, and his good friend also went to the Ministry with him.
Hai Rui opened the memorial he had written, and then took the memorial sent by the emperor, comparing them two.
Then, Hai Rui fell silent.
Apart from the different handwriting, which shows that it was written by two different people, everything else is the same.
"Huh." Hai Rui was Hai Rui after all. He took a deep breath to calm his chaotic thoughts, then slowly sat down.
After calming down, Hai Rui's brain started to work at high speed.
"Why does the Emperor know about this memorial? And why did he send someone to deliver it to me in the form of a secret decree?" Hai Rui looked at the memorial with a gleam in his eyes.
He must figure out what is going on.
As for other things, such as the emperor's intention to suddenly give him a memorial, it was not important to him for the time being.
"It would take a month to get from the capital to Dinghai County even if we rode at full speed, and I wrote this memorial just a few days ago, which means..."
"This memorial was sent out from the capital at the same time I wrote it," Hai Rui's eyes were fixed on the first sentence of the memorial, "Your Highness Hai Rui, the Magistrate of Dinghai County, respectfully submits this memorial."
"It's as if someone was copying the memorial when I was writing it!" Thinking of this, Hai Rui felt his scalp tingling again and subconsciously turned his head to look out the window.
Now, it is early May and the weather is getting warmer.
It was almost noon. The mottled shadows of the trees in the courtyard fell on the ground, which was bleached by the warm sun. The courtyard was extremely quiet, but at this moment, Hai Rui felt a chill.
For some reason, the more he thought about it, the colder he felt in his heart, as if there was always a pair of eyes watching his every move, and that gaze might be the emperor.
But, how is this possible? !
How should he explain this memorial that was exactly the same as the one he wrote? Could it be that someone saw the memorial he wrote, and it was copied and sent to the capital on the same day he wrote it? Then, after the emperor saw it, he copied another identical one?
Ha! Hai Rui shook his head!
Ridiculous, this is impossible!
The fastest way is to send a letter by carrier pigeon. If so, it is possible, but there are so many memorials, what kind of carrier pigeon can carry them? Even some specially trained owls may not be able to carry them!
What’s important is this memorial. After he finished writing it that day, he was prepared for this kind of situation to happen, so he sewed it into his clothes after writing it.
I have always kept it close to my body, sleeping with it on, and keeping my outer clothes within my sight when taking a bath.
Moreover, he checked the seams every day and found no signs of having been dismantled.
Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to obtain the contents of the memorial from somewhere else and then deliver it to the emperor.
"Could it be that the Emperor really..."
Hai Rui stared at the memorial in front of him, and a thought suddenly emerged in his mind, which he quickly suppressed.
The thought was nothing else but the emperor's success in practicing Taoism.
However, the idea that the emperor could achieve success in his cultivation was like a seed. The deeper he pressed it, the greater the rebound.
The seed took root and sprouted in his heart at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a few breaths it could no longer be wiped out.
Hai Rui wanted to use other evidence to explain this, but it seemed that the only explanation at the moment was that the emperor had made great progress in his spiritual practice and thus gained some incredible abilities that were like those of immortals and gods.
"Chirp, chirp." There are birds chirping outside the window.
Hai Rui raised his head, leaned his head back on the chair, closed his eyes, and calmed down all the thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, the wind started to blow, and a breeze rushed in from the window, shaking the mottled shadows of the trees on the ground.
At this time, Hai Rui opened his eyes and sat up again.
At this moment, he seemed to have completely calmed down the chaotic thoughts in his mind brought about by this memorial.
"If the Emperor really succeeds in his cultivation and possesses the power of an immortal or god," Hai Rui stared ahead, and a decision had quietly come to his mind, "What will this mean for the world..."
"It's a disaster, not a blessing!"
Before the restoration, the people in the world were already in dire straits. Wouldn't it be even worse after the restoration? !
What will the Ming Dynasty be like by then?
An emperor who has achieved great success in the practice of Taoism, is extremely greedy and selfish, and then obtains the secret of immortality, then this world... truly lives up to the saying "As long as saints live, thieves will continue to exist."
Hai Rui's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
It was also at this moment that a decision was born in his heart.
Hai Rui knew that the emperor sent him the memorial, which meant that he had already read it. So what was the meaning of sending him the memorial?
He was warning him, telling him that Xuan Xiu was not wrong, and that what he had experienced now was the result! He ordered someone to deliver the memorial, which showed his majesty and silent contempt as an emperor!
But instead of imposing punishment, he sent the appointment letter of the head of the Ministry of Revenue, which he personally issued!
Summer insects cannot talk about ice, and ants cannot speak lightly when looking at the sky. Let him know when to advance and when to retreat, and at the same time give him a reward! Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all the emperor's grace, this is what the emperor really meant.
But, this is not what I, Hai Rui, want!
What I, Hai Rui, want to say has nothing to do with whether you succeed in your cultivation or whether immortals and gods really exist in the world!
Hai Rui silently put away the two memorials, stood up and walked to the middle of the room. Then he looked towards the direction of the capital and stared for a long time. Then he lifted his robe and knelt down.
Jiajing, who had been observing Hai Rui's every move, saw this scene and his eyes flashed slightly as he looked over.
"..."
(End of this chapter)
