Chapter 245 The First Event of the Creation of the World

It was still bright in the east, the sky showed a deep dark indigo, and the bell rang, it was the time of Mao.

Lu Shaoyu stood in front of the window wearing a crimson official uniform.

Uncle Chu walked in, bowed his body and said, "Master, everything has been arranged."

Hearing this, Mr. Lu nodded, looking at the crumpled note in his hand, "Peace in the world" four An upright and beautiful character appeared on it. After Lu Shaoyu stroked it with his hand, he stuffed it into his arms with great care.

Then he walked out of the door with a determined look.

It's the end of the fourth watch, it's still not bright, and there are scattered early risers coming and going on the streets.

The merchants, footmen, scholars, and ministers of the previous court all walked in their respective directions, performing their duties.

As the bell rang, the gate of the Wugong Heavenly Palace opened. After the civil and military officials registered and signed in, they entered from the left and right gates respectively, crossed the Yingshui Bridge, and stood on both sides of the Chengguang Gate according to their respective grades.

There was an empty person at the front of the row of civil servants. The people above and below him glanced at each other and talked in low voices.

"Why hasn't Mr. Lu come today? Is he on leave?"

"I haven't heard that he is sick. Is he suffering from a sudden illness?"

"I'd better fill the vacant position quickly, otherwise the censor will see him." , I'm being rude again."

The two of them nodded, "I'd better go and visit after the morning session is over."

Just as he was saying this, the emperor entered the throne room and the sound of a whip sounded.

The two of them immediately closed their mouths and followed the team to kneel down and kowtow three times.

As soon as Emperor Daqing took his seat and before the court began, he heard a burst of fierce drumming coming from a distance.

...

After Lu Shaoyu got off the bus from the Meridian Gate, he walked directly towards the Dengwen Drum erected outside without entering the palace gate.

When the guards stationed on guard saw the person approaching, they all looked at each other and were at a loss.

Lu Shaoyu ignored the expressions of these people, climbed up the stairs, took out the drumsticks placed on the drum stand, and hit the drum head hard, "dong dong dong" the drum sound became louder and louder. .

Soon, a large number of Li people gathered in front of the Meridian Gate.

When they first heard the sound of drums, they gathered around with curiosity, wanting to know who else had suffered a serious grievance.

When they took a closer look and found out that it was their beautiful judge, all the people's jaws dropped in shock.

That was Mr. Lu, the Minister of Dali Temple. He himself was the judge of grievances, but now he came to beat the drum by himself.

Isn't this the same as the King of Hell redressing his grievances?

When the news spread, a large number of people rushed to the Meridian Gate, and the water around the Meridian Gate was immediately blocked.

Su Mingjue was sitting on the carriage and heard the thunderous sound. She looked outside and asked, "What is this sound so loud?"

Su Xiaoliu sat aside and listened to distinguish: "Master, it seems to be the sound of a drum."

"How can a drum be so loud? I couldn't even see the shadow of the drum when I looked outside."

Su Xiaoliu was shocked when he heard this and shouted loudly: "Master, this seems to be the Dengwen Drum, the Meridian Gate ." The Dengwen drum has been beaten."

Su Mingjue was also shocked when he heard this. The Dengwen drum has not been beaten for many years since Emperor Daqing came to the throne. Because of this, Emperor Daqing used to be quite proud and praised himself as the leader. : Since the founding of Xingguo, he is the only emperor who has never appeared in Dengwengu.

Su Mingjue praised: "The person who can beat the Dengwen drum must be a brave person!"

Just as he was sighing to himself, Mu Li's carriage suddenly stopped in front.

He opened the door curtain and turned around and said, "Master, there are a lot of people gathered in front of you, and the carriage can't pass."

Su Mingjue looked outside after hearing this, and it turned out that they had arrived near the Meridian Gate.

Luming Academy is close to the east, and the Meridian Gate is the only way for them to pass.

This place is not far from Luming Academy and can be reached by walking. Su Mingjue was about to get out of the car and walk on his own when suddenly there was an uproar from the crowd, followed by strong discussion.

"What is Mr. Lu doing? Why did he beat the Dengwen drum so early in the morning?"

"No matter what he does, I will support him!"

"This is really unheard of. The minister of Dali Temple came to the Meridian Gate to play the Dengwen drum. , I really don’t know what the big deal is!”

“That’s right, how can I not understand it if I am a judge?”

“Master Lu is so smart, there must be a reason for doing this this time, no matter what, I am On Mr. Lu's side!"

...

Su Mingjue listened to the words on the side, his pupils suddenly tightened, he opened the door curtain and walked out, pulled the person who just spoke and said: "What did you just say, Dali Temple Qing Lu? Your Excellency is beating the Dengwen drum!"

The man was suddenly pulled away and was a little angry. But when he turned around, he saw a man with a delicate face and wearing a Confucian shirt. His anger subsided a little, and he nodded and said: "Yes! It has been beaten. It's been a while, but I haven't..."

Before the man finished speaking, Su Mingjue let go of his hand and walked straight to the center of the crowd.

Halfway through, as if he thought of something, he stopped and whispered to Su Xiaoliu who was following him: "Go to the study and call all the people who can write manuscripts, and call the painters too, and let out the wind. It is said that someone has offered Master Lu a large sum of money to post the Wengu painting."

After saying that, he walked straight in. Su Xiaoliu was ordered to drive the carriage to the study, while Mu Li followed Su Mingjue and walked in together. go.

In what was supposed to be a busy morning, everyone stopped and looked at the Denwen drum stage because of this unexpected incident.

When Su Mingjue squeezed in, she saw Lu Shaoyu taking off his official hat on the Dengwen drum stage. He was standing in front of the Dengwen drum in a scandalous official robe. He looked forward and beat the drum with a firm look.

The drummer on the side looked at At this moment, I was also dumbfounded. No one had ever beaten the door drum since the Holy Emperor succeeded to the throne.

Today, someone knocked on the door, but he was still a high-ranking official in the court, and he was the minister of Dali Temple in charge of the law.

This has never happened before since ancient times. This is the first thing that created the world!

Even if Mr. Lu has some serious grievances, why don't you just go to the palace to see the emperor? Why come here to beat the drum? suffered.

After Lu Shaoyu finished playing, he immediately put down the mallet, looked at the stunned drummer on the side and said: "Where to register?"

The drummer came back to his senses instantly, swallowed his saliva, and said with a pen in his hand, "In my place , Master Lu, what are you trying to sue for?"

Lu Shaoyu glanced at the people coming around, and then held up the blood letter in his hand: "I want to redress the grievances for Duke Meng. Duke Meng is righteous and has never rebelled. I have evidence in my hand."

As soon as the words came out, the people below started talking and discussing the matter in whispers.

When the drummer heard this, his legs and feet were trembling. Hasn't the Emperor handed over the case of Meng Guogong to Mr. Lu for personal trial?

If there is a result, it can be submitted directly to the Emperor. This... why is it that he complained before hearing the drum?

Is it possible that Mr. Lu doesn’t believe in His Majesty? This is a confession.