Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1501 Great success

  Under the stage, everything was miserable.

   It seems that the play on the stage has aroused the common memory of everyone.

  Emperor Hongzhi was already immersed in it. Before that, what he had seen was nothing but cold reports, even if it was just a case, it was just a few words such as seizing a civilian girl.

   What came into his mind was just a general impression.

  But now...in front of him, there is a living woman who has nowhere to ask and has suffered great injustice. And the triumphant look of Zhou's father and son made Emperor Hongzhi panic even more.

  At this moment, Liu Jian was also immersed in it, his wrinkled face tensed up, obviously not in a good mood.

  But Li Dongyang was shocked, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

  He seemed to understand something instantly.

  So, I looked at the stage meticulously.

  On the stage... Jingchao has already started.

  The Beijing police investigated the Zhou family's crimes.

  The prince demanded a thorough investigation.

  Everyone is tense.

  Even Mother Zhao opened her eyes wide, watching with gusto.

  People were nervous to see how the Zhou family tried to get rid of the crime. The chief officer, Zhou Meng, was even complacent, thinking that he could not be courteous to ordinary people, and he could not be punished by a doctor.

  Until the crown prince ordered the arrest, the guards rushed to Zhou’s house to search. When the crown prince ordered Zhou Meng’s father and son to be beheaded…

  Under the stage, it was still quiet.

   It was eerily quiet.

  But... it seemed that everyone's heart was raised, and suddenly... fell down again.

  As Zhou Meng and his son were put on the execution ground, suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly: "Good kill."

   "Good kill!"

   Following that, it was like a thunderclap... Under the entire stage, thousands of people suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

   "Good kill, kill this dog."

  Excited cheers soared into the sky.

   Even the security guards outside the Urn City were frightened.

  The 'Zhou Meng father and son' on the stage ended miserably, but at some point, a clod of soil was thrown towards the stage.

  The 'Zhou Meng father and son' were suddenly unlucky. The person who played Zhou Meng groaned, but he was impartial, and was hit in the face by the clod.

  He was busy holding his head, prostrating on the stage, but fear was born in his heart.

  Emperor Hongzhi rose up suddenly, and couldn't help being excited.

   This is a very simple story.

  Even... can be described as vulgar.

  Emperor Hongzhi, who had seen real famous actors, was even more indifferent to the acting and singing of this grass-roots team.

  But...he was in it.

  The applause from the surrounding people at this moment is by no means a disguise. Along with the cheers, Emperor Hongzhi noticed that his heart was also beating vigorously.

  People cheered excitedly, and even the ignorant children began to scream.

   This mighty upsurge has drowned out the singing voices of the actors behind the curtain, and Zhou Meng fell to the ground with a bang, which symbolized that the head had fallen to the ground, which triggered a new round of cheers.

   Liu Jian looked left and right in horror, and the Hanlin Wu Jiawang who followed was even more miserable. He was frightened and terrified.

  Li Dongyang's heart shook, and he subconsciously looked at Fang Jifan in the corner.

   But Fang Jifan also clapped his hands excitedly and shouted: "Okay, after killing this dog, he dared to say that Wang Fa belongs to his family. What is he, he deserves the surname Fang, no, the surname is Zhu!"

  Naturally, Fang Jifan's cry was already drowned out by the uproar.

   Some people... tears filled their eyes, weeping with excitement.

  Zhao Er cried hard, as if his grievances had been made public.

In fact, the minds of the people are the simplest. Because of this, a story of Bao Zheng can be sung for hundreds of years in the last life. Almost every character in history with a good image will be deducted from them to avenge the people. Therefore, with Di Renjie and Bao Zheng, people will not remember what Di Renjie and Bao Zheng have done in history, they only know that they can avenge their injustice.

  People like Zhao Er have never seen a play in their life, and watching a play has a fatal attraction for him.

  The gentry in the country disdain to educate him, thinking that he is a vulgar person. He couldn't understand the words of the scholars, they were all just talking and going around in circles.

   But this play, he can understand it, and it's not boring, he watched it with gusto.

  A scene has come to an end.

   Finally, people gradually quieted down.

Sudden…

   Someone stepped onto the stage and shouted, "Is Jingcha good?"

   After a brief silence.

  Suddenly, thousands of people responded in unison, making a thunderous voice: "Okay."

  The man said again: "Our emperor ordered the Jingcha to punish our little people, and the big guy said, okay?"

   All of a sudden, the people off the stage became even more excited, and the voices rose again: "Very good."

  Fang Jifan took advantage of this gap and shouted: "Long live my emperor!"

   At this time, people were very excited, and when they heard someone taking the lead, they all said: "Long live my emperor! Long live Jingcha!"

   All of a sudden, it seemed that all emotions were stirred up.

  The scene even got out of control for a while...

  Emperor Hongzhi was at this moment, but something suddenly flashed through his mind.

  This... is Pinggu County.

  A place that does not depend on the left and right, although it belongs to the land of Gyeonggi, it is far away from Gyeonggi.

  Even...such a small and remote county, even the benefits of the New Deal have not been affected.

  Nine out of ten people here have never seen anything in the world.

  Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath, looked at the excited Zhao Er, Zhao Er was beside him, and shouted along with everyone.

   Even Zhao's mother shouted along.

  The hysterical appearance was clearly a bet of emotion. Just one scene aroused their empathy and gave birth to a sense of identity.

  Emperor Hongzhi suddenly understood everything.

  This is a remote place, a group of people who have almost no contact with the outside world.

  Especially the vast majority of peasant households will never leave the county for their entire lives. Their cognition is extremely limited.

  But... just a simple scene, they immediately agreed with each other.

   This is something that the imperial court cannot do.

  How many great Confucian scholars were appointed by the imperial court, and how many gentry and scholars were relied on to educate the common people, but now it seems...the efforts and painstaking efforts made before are not as good as a scene.

  The people finally calmed down.

  Their concepts are actually extremely simple.

  There is only good and bad.

  The emperor is good, and the prince is good.

   People like the Zhou family are bad.

  If you want to pretend to be profound, to tap into their deeper things, it is obviously futile.

  As for those academic officials and scholars who have been entrusted with important tasks by the court, it is almost the opposite of the opposite to expect these high-ranking and self-confident people to educate the people.

The person on the stage said again at this time: "Your Majesty has a decree to set up an envoy in Beijing to make decisions for the people together with Jingcha. The people who specialize in the investigation are people like the Zhou family. Don't worry, everyone. If there is any grievance at that time, nothing will be done." Anyone who is willing to make decisions for you can go to Jingcha to sue!"

  When the common people heard this, the word Jingcha penetrated into their hearts in just an instant.

   "Okay, the next scene is about to start, folks, let's take a break first... After a stick of incense, let's start singing."

  People began to whisper, talking excitedly about the scene ahead.

Even Zhao's mother took Zhao Er's hand and said excitedly: "My mother saw the opera singers on the stage with her own eyes. Look at their clothes, colorful and colorful. I have never seen them before." Speaking of the wronged blacksmith and the blacksmith's daughter, I feel very sorry: "Although the injustice has been cleared, life cannot be revived after all. That girl, hey..."

   Immediately, he rambled again: "Thanks to the emperor's sage, otherwise, there is really no place to redress the grievance."

  In fact, the people in the audience are talking about it.

  A play is not as simple as just a play.

  It will form an effect. All the people who have seen the play will still talk about the play with great interest for many days in the future, and the characters in the play will be brought out repeatedly.

This is like Fang Jifan's last life, if you talk to those uneducated old people in the countryside about the development of the world today, they may be ignorant of it in a closed environment, but if you talk to him about Bao Zheng , they immediately understood.

  These effects will continue to magnify and eventually become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

   And all of this...Emperor Hongzhi saw it.

  Emperor Hongzhi sat down, pursed his lips and looked around, his face flickering.

Behind him, it was Wu Jiawang of the Imperial Academy, who approached Emperor Hongzhi's ear, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, isn't this... the play implying that this is His Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? I thought... this... this might be Not right."

  Emperor Hongzhi was expressionless and ignored Wu Jiawang, but his eyes fell on Fang Jifan: "Jifan, who wrote this play?"

Fang Jifan showed a somewhat embarrassed look, and said: "Your Majesty, this is written by the minister himself, but there will be a few scenes later, but people will entrust others to write according to the general plot. As for this dog ..., no, this so-and-so... who are you?"

  Wu Jiawang felt that he had been greatly humiliated, but how dare he make a mistake: "Xiaguan Wu Jiawang."

"As for his saying that the performance is performed by His Majesty and the Crown Prince, Your Majesty, the actors did not say that what they wore was Tang Dynasty costumes, not my Ming Dynasty. Besides, the words sung in this play , have all been checked by the minister himself, there will definitely be no mistakes, what is wrong?"

  Emperor Hongzhi nodded his head: "This mere drama is so powerful."

  Fang Jifan took a deep look at Emperor Hongzhi.

  But Liu Jian and Li Dongyang also came together. The two of them felt very shocked and wanted to come and listen.

  Fang Jifan glanced at Liu Jian and Li Dongyang, but said bluntly: "Your Majesty, after all, although Liu Gong and Li Gong say they love the people, but...they don't know the people."

  Li Dongyang: "..."

  (end of this chapter)