First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Yuan Xiucai lowered his head and wept uncontrollably. He didn't know that he was at fault first, but he couldn't face it in his heart, so he wanted to find justice at no cost. As for his life and death, he no longer cared about it.

The officer suddenly sighed and kowtowed: "My lord, since he insists on an explanation, the little one will just spend his life with her old lady, just please don't involve the little one."

The prefect of Hangzhou at the side scolded: "Presumptuous, Your Highness didn't ask you, how can you open your mouth."

The officer knocked his head on the ground and remained motionless, and he didn't say anything. The county magistrate took off his black gauze hat and put it aside, and also knocked his head on the ground.

Zhu Biao also sighed: "Everyone has their own grievances, but I am neither a god nor an immortal. There is no way to bring the dead back to life and release the enmity. The only way is to deal with it fairly and according to the law of the Ming Dynasty!"

His tone became more and more severe, and the officials standing on both sides bowed and bowed their heads: "Yuan Xiucai, you didn't lead the way and lead you into prison. You were already punished, but your resentment continued to stir up discussions in the city." One after another, my palace punishes you to receive twenty sticks after burying your mother, and after the filial piety period is over, you will be imprisoned in a prison in Hangzhou for three months to quell public opinion."

Look at the guard again: "I heard that you have been dismissed. This is absurd. As a city servant, it is public to detain refugees according to the law. Although there are mistakes, public is public. If everyone is punished for this, who will dare to follow the law in the future?" law enforcement."

"You can return to your post, but you will always be punished because of your negligence and negligence. You will also be punished with twenty rods, and you will wear sackcloth and mourning for Mrs. Yuan. In the future, you will also sweep and offer incense. Points, do you have any resentment?"

The guard replied in a muffled voice: "No, from now on, the children and grandchildren of villains should also offer incense in the same way."

Facing the county magistrate, he said: "The handover is unclear due to business trips. Why don't you carefully arrange for the subordinates to act on your behalf, fine you ten sticks for half a year's salary, and you will preside over the funeral of Mrs. Yuan."

"Your Highness is wise, and I bow to you."

Zhu Biao ignored him and said sternly: "This is for the public. No matter what the reason is, rewards and punishments according to the law are the foundation of stability in the world."

The officials got up and said: "His Royal Highness Fu Wei, Ying Guo Rui Duan."

Everyone in the hall also breathed a sigh of relief, but Yuan Xiucai was still ashamed.

Zhu Biao got up from his seat, and said word by word: "But the principles of law are nothing more than human feelings. The dead are gone, and the living are dead. Let's be extremely mournful."

"Husband's filial piety, the scriptures of heaven, the righteousness of the earth, and the actions of people, advance and think loyally, retreat and make up for mistakes, follow the beauty, and save the evil, so the blind date of the upper and lower, we can know that people can be filial to their relatives, and then they can be loyal to the king and love the country."

"This palace has a special encounter with Jia En, who named Ermu as an Anren, built a memorial archway to record the topographical records, and allowed her to be buried as a married woman, honoring the virtues of the Yin and extending the spirit of the Yin, so as to fulfill your filial piety."

Yuan Xiucai's empty eyes suddenly burst into light. If he can be buried with the rituals of the imperial court, his mother will be able to enjoy the imperial atmosphere in the underground city of death, and will not be bullied by other ghosts. Wealthy people.

Immediately, he kowtowed like pounding garlic, and after a few times, bright red marks appeared on the ground. The officials around him looked at him, and couldn't help but nodded happily, and exchanged glances with each other. Happened to have a daughter...

As long as you are not a morally corrupt person, when you see a filial son, no matter what your status is, you will look at him with high regard. This is the simplest moral concept, and it is also the moral standard from ancient times to the present.

Of course, if you look high, you won’t be able to give your daughter away. It’s just that everyone already knows that His Royal Highness is the most respectful of rules. Although he is chastened because of his filial piety, he will definitely hope that this person can become an official. I am worthy of this kindness.

An Ren is only a sixth-rank official. He is not low, but he is not too high. Just because of His Highness's face, the people in the court will lift this person up.

As long as there is still some qualifications, His Highness will not hesitate to promote for a good story, and naturally join the Eastern Palace Party, and it is the kind that Jane is in the heart of the emperor. It can be seen that encounters between people are really unpredictable.

What's the matter with marrying a daughter for this reason, at least she is the wife of a sixth-rank official, no matter how lucky she is, the future is limitless, and the future is limitless. Filial piety is good.

Thinking of this, and seeing Yuan Xiucai still kowtow, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. This child is too sincere, and a bright future is waiting for him, so don't knock your brains out.

Zhu Biao waved his hand and motioned for someone to stop him, and if he kowtowed like this, his head would die: "Wang Er Si Zhi, your mother has been raising you alone for many years, nothing more than hoping that you will become a talent, can serve the country, and be able to honor your ancestors and live up to you. Entrusted by the dead husband."

"You should study hard when you are in filial piety, and you can go to the Imperial Prison after serving your sentence. Your mother is still in peace, your father has no shadow, and the day of honoring your ancestors is still far away. It depends on yourself."

Yuan Xiucai couldn't say a word anymore, but kept nodding with tears, and the tears and blood on his forehead were left together, making his emaciated face even more desolate.

His eyes swept over the crowd, and everyone bowed their heads to avoid it, Zhu Biao flung his sleeves away, and everyone bowed in unison: "Your Majesty, I will send you off respectfully."

When the crown prince walked away, everyone straightened their backs, the prefect of Hangzhou waved their hands, and the guard and the county magistrate were pressed down to receive the stick, the guard's face was a bit ugly, and so was the county magistrate.

It doesn't matter how many sticks you receive, but that scholar is about to rise to the top, and he may not retaliate in the future, so what to do.

Hangzhou Tongzhi looked at the people who hadn't moved at all, and said: "I'm going to mention a few words, so as not to turn a good thing into a bad thing, and waste your highness's painstaking efforts."

Everyone happily nodded and thanked in a friendly way: "Thank you, Brother Zhao."

One more powerful competitor is missing. You must know that Zhao Tongzhi and Yuan Xiucai have the great grace of survival. If he insists on forming a relationship with this scholar, everyone really can't compete.

Chen Tongzhi nodded to Yuan Xiucai, who was still a little confused, and went out. There was a torture room in the government office, and the two of them were also subjected to the cane, but it was obvious that the force was not heavy, especially the county magistrate, who might not even know how to be oily. broken.

Zhao Tongzhi didn't go around with them and said bluntly: "Don't worry that Yuan Xiu will have revenge in the future. This case has been completely closed today. This is what His Highness means."

"Whether it's you or Yuan Xiucai, if you have any small thoughts, there will be no place for you in this world, don't say it's unpredictable!"

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"It's just that I was in a hurry and forgot to lead the way. It's fortunate that my father is here. Otherwise, who else would be able to uphold justice for him."

Zhu Biao, who had just cleaned his hands, took the handkerchief handed over by the princess and said: "The state-owned state law family has family rules, and the strategy of guiding the way has existed since ancient times. How can we make a single case? The county magistrates always follow the law. Small mistakes should not be severely punished, otherwise, once this case is opened, there will be many people fleeing from their nationality in the world."

"Why."

Of course, Zhu Biao is not ignorant of the fact that population flow will lead to economic development, that all walks of life are wandering around, and that unrestricted business exchanges are the inevitable trend of the development of the times.

But nowadays, if the imperial court wants to collect corvee taxes, the population needs to be stable in a fixed place. What's more, there are immigrants who are forced to leave their hometowns everywhere in the world. Alien land?

But this is necessary, without the immigration of Han people, without the foundation of Han people, how can it be considered as really included in the territory of Ming Dynasty, so the harsh and rigid guide system still has to exist.

At most, it is best to gradually release the shackles of the two classes of scholars and businessmen, so that scholars and scholars can study abroad, and merchants can connect with the world, while workers and peasants must still be bound to the ground.

Only after they opened up wasteland, established roots and gave birth to children, and took root thoroughly, will they gradually let go. In the early years of the dynasty, a lot of waste is waiting for prosperity, and their sacrifices are needed.

This may be the sorrow of being born in this era, but which era does not need the sacrifice of these people?

Generation after generation of dynasties, whether they prosper or perish, the people suffer and the people suffer.

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