armyinform Chapter 202 Just for a Laugh
Chapter 202 Just for a Laugh
As a result, before Ling Shumo had the chance to start an uprising, the surrounding prefectures were already in chaos.
Xuanli's army was badly defeated in Dingzhou, and what was demanded was not just the fighting generals including him.
The peace treaty also asked for thirteen cities, countless beauties, and tens of millions of taels of gold, silver and jewelry.
And at the instigation of Li Simeng, Emperor Jiaxing actually agreed to these ridiculous terms.
Suddenly, the people of the thirteen cities complained and fell apart.
Countless people rose up in rebellion, and all provinces and cities in the country were in turmoil.
The big win started to get chaotic...
The person imprisoned in the humble room in the suburbs of Beijing had no idea what was happening outside.
Bai Wan still lives in the amnesiac memory, with Danqing as his companion.
He was supposed to be able to see the light again after removing the gauze, but after that he could only see partial light and double images.
I can roughly distinguish the positions of objects in front of my eyes, but it is very difficult.
Lin Fu said that his eyes need to recover slowly, and it will take about one to three months for him to see clearly again.
Bai Wan is already grateful for this.
I have been blind for too long, and being able to see a little bit of light and color is a gift from God.
Because after the snowy night, his body became more sensitive to cold, so he began to love the small hand stove and tried to wrap himself in a blanket to keep warm.
On this day, sunlight poured in from the window, shining on the paintings on the wall, which was as beautiful as the fairyland of Penglai.
Bai Wan looked at it with empty eyes, and then he woke up with a start.
The painter's experience made him always obsessed with the painting... When he jumped out, he slowly realized the dusty answer...
In the past, I was obsessed with the best map in the world, and later I was obsessed with abandoning the past. There is no need for so many entanglements in this world!
"The flowing water goes away, pitying the people's suffering. The vast abyss of the people worries about the people's suffering."
"Wanli Minyuan refers to Wanmintai in the water!"
"Taiwan People's Platform, an Outstanding Plaque!"
The big win is to praise good officials and people by setting up a platform for the people, with the signatures of the people on it. Another kind of reward is the outstanding plaque.
The late emperor meant...
Bai Wan quickly wrote these down to avoid forgetting them later.
The sunlight reflected off the snow and shone on his slightly pale face, which was so desolate that it seemed as if it was about to melt.
"Taiwan People's Platform, Outstanding Plaque, Luntai Edict! Hahahaha..."
He laughed, a laugh that was indescribably lazy and arrogant.
ridiculous!
The meaning of the painting is not in the painting but outside the painting. Those people have been guarding it for so many years and yet forced themselves to copy it.
The guards who heard the laughter rushed in, only to see the man sitting on the ground with an iron chain hanging down.
Although he is so down and out, he still stands out from the crowd.
"What happened?!" Xiao Qing couldn't help but ask.
After laughing, Bai Wan picked up the pen, ink and paper in one hand and spread them on the ground, and the water messed up her long hair.
He was so excited about painting that he untied his hairband and directly painted a palace scene before throwing away his brush.
The cloth was in disarray and stained with ink, looking very unrestrained in the candlelight.
"Give this to the Queen Mother and exchange it for a jug of wine!"
"No, two pots—"
Xiao Qing carefully took the palace painting from the man's hand, with worry in her eyes.
I have never seen this prisoner look like this.
"What a joke! All these years just for a joke..." Bai Wan called out softly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
This joke...
How many people were involved, their lives or deaths unknown...
That night, some were happy and some were sad.
When the Empress Dowager Cixi received the palace map he sent her, she was shocked and immediately sent people to the location according to the meaning of the painting.
In the entire imperial palace, this outstanding plaque is located in the center of the Golden Throne Hall, on the white marble bridge with thousands of dragons spitting pearls - the water spitting place of Wanmin Terrace.
Because no one had the courage to take it, and no one could think of taking it, so no one knew that something was hidden there.
Everyone thinks so complicatedly, thinking that everything comes from the meaning of the painting, but they don’t know that they are actually wrong.
For Han Miaoran, Ling Shumo is his lifelong confidant, and the late emperor also appreciated him, otherwise he would not have allowed him to repeatedly disobey the emperor's orders and paint in the Painting Academy.
The Empress Dowager Cixi sent countless young eunuchs to search at Longkou, and for a while the entire white marble bridge was illuminated by lanterns.
Every hole was carefully examined.
With a clang, a scroll was caught in the hands of a little eunuch.
On a snowy night, the golden axis of red silk is very eye-catching.
The whole place suddenly became quiet, and everyone watched as the young eunuch knelt down, picked up the things, and hurriedly ran towards the Chuihua Palace.
The Empress Dowager Cixi opened her eyes wide, looking at the scroll, opening it bit by bit with years of obsession.
The candlelight filled the words, and the flickering light revealed a somewhat hysterical face.
She couldn't help but say, "This is impossible! Impossible!"
Not a single word on the scroll was what she expected, reflecting her unwilling expression.
She just felt that it was fate's trick. How could she get something like this after all her efforts?
Eunuch Wei on the side was worried: "Empress Dowager?"
The Empress Dowager Cixi held the scroll in her hand and originally planned to throw it into the fire to destroy it, but she stopped.
She shook her head repeatedly and sighed deeply: "Announce that Prime Minister Li will enter the palace tomorrow. I have something important to discuss with you."
The scroll suddenly fell to the ground.
A casual glance.
Eunuch Wei vaguely saw some words... I... will always reflect on my mistakes... I am the only one who can take them as a warning...
This is not a will, nor a military token, nor a dirty trick to control officials, nor a treasure map of financial power.
But it is the Luntai edict!
That is the edict of repentance written by the late emperor himself!
The late emperor fell seriously ill after seeing the painting presented by Han Miaoran, and his life was coming to an end. So, he felt guilty and was concerned about the people.
Before his death, he not only dismissed all officials, but also took the blame himself...
He was aware that his moral character was not up to par, so after he wrote a confession of guilt, he was afraid of being discovered, so he took such a roundabout approach.
ridiculous!
It’s ridiculous that everyone thinks it’s all about fame, money, power, and schemes, but no one has ever thought that anyone would reflect on themselves for the sake of the people!
He has seen so much political intrigue that he cannot believe that anyone would be harmed by ordinary people.
Eunuch Wei swallowed and closed his eyes.
……
A separate courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing.
A hangover.
Bai Wan wrote everything down on a clay tablet, then held the wine jug and drank to his heart's content.
He knew he was probably useless.
After drinking too much, he started to become hysterical.
"When will you let me out?!"
"Tsk, is it appropriate to trap me like this just for a joke?!"
No one answered him.
Even all the heavy soldiers who were guarding him outside the door had disappeared.
Bai Wan's memory became even worse. In less than a quarter of an hour, he felt that the wine jug was not enough to drink and thought he had just received the wine.
After a long time, even the little dragonfly that brought food didn't come.
He had been left alone for two days straight, with almost no food except for an occasional drink of water.
He looked down at his blurry hands and crawled to the bed.
His eyes moved as he quietly crawled under the bed: "I said, if I can escape once, I can escape countless times!"
Although my vision started to improve, my memory didn't improve at all and even got worse.
However, there was a big hole on the wall under the bed.
The memory of preparing the clay slabs told him that he had spent more than half a month digging a way out using mud, water and bamboo strips.