PFC Who is Xie Zhizhi in Chapter 235?
Who is Xie Zhizhi in Chapter 235?
The next day, Sanlang Zian went to court and continued to attend to state affairs, which mainly consisted of three parts: Duke Jing was also assisting him for four years. At this time, Xiao Si and the others had not yet realized that he was Qiu Rongmu.
As dawn broke through the Taiji Palace, wisps of incense rose from the sandalwood incense burner. Zi'an weighed the jade tablet in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the high-ranking officials in their crimson robes who were filing into the palace below. Prime Minister Jinggong approached, carrying an ivory tablet, the hem of his scarlet official robe still damp with morning dew.
"Lord Jing, from this day forward—" The Emperor Zi'an's clear voice reached the ears of the white crane outside the palace, "When the Secretariat and the Chancellery report on matters, they must invite the remonstrating officials and the Imperial Diarist to the cabinet; when officials of the third rank and above report to the Emperor, a historian must record their words and deeds with a purple brush. In other words, from now on, when reporting matters to the Emperor, the remonstrating officials and the historian must be present, and all their words, whether good or bad, must be recorded! Otherwise, things will become truly unmanageable and unsolvable..."
He saw several figures in scarlet robes below the steps and trembled almost imperceptibly.
Jing: "Alright, Your Majesty, I've made the arrangements. Everyone should choose their own teams and check each other's work."
Sanlang Zian: "From now on, no more talking about business during morning runs. Starting with Duke Jing, all officials must report matters openly and honestly. Don't come to me secretly. Censors should not impeach any officials in front of me either. They should do it in public! I have decision-making anxiety, and I really don't want to take the blame..."
Sanlang Zian stroked the belt around his waist with satisfaction, then suddenly remembered something: "Right, from now on, no talking about politics while playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football)." He glanced at the newly replaced bronze water clock in the corner of the hall, "I've heard that some officials in the previous dynasty discussed the deposition and enthronement of emperors while playing Cuju?"
Jing: "Your Majesty is wise. I will make proper arrangements. By not listening to slander in secret, we can indeed maintain political integrity."
Actually, these experiences were all suggestions that Xiao Si had recently given to Zi An. When Xiao Si was still Mei Xiao Si, Xu Jingzong and Comrade Li Yifu, also known as Li Yifu, liked to whisper among themselves... Zi An looked at the mottled ink marks on the memorial and suddenly remembered Xiao Si's whispers in the boudoir last night.
Knowing full well that the court was rife with corruption and malpractice, that letters of denunciation were more numerous than butterflies in the imperial garden, and that framing and slander were played out daily, she only dared to live in the present. This time, she and Zi'an whispered a promise: "This time, we must make sweeping changes!"
Today, before attending court, Sanlang Zian held a small meeting to arrange this matter.
At this moment, Xiao Si was idly fiddling with the double fish-shaped sword at her waist. The jade water clock in the bronze crane's beak dripped softly. She liked to watch Gao Lishi standing by the vermilion pillars with his hands hanging down. The morning light shone through the latticed window and shattered into gold foil on his powdered cheeks. The tiny pearls on his earlobes swayed, brighter than any of the beauties in the imperial harem.
&34; Xie Zhizhi — &34; Xiao Si gestured for her to come closer, and Gao Lishi tiptoed closer until Xiao Si could smell the almond milk scent of his temples, &34; Last year in Yichun Beiyuan, I saw you squatting by the imperial moat picking spring grass, was it to fulfill the poem by Kang Le Gong? &34;
Little Si pulled out a mint leaf glistening with dew from her sleeve. "The tender grass you hid in my kite on the Shangsi Festival, even its name holds a Zen-like meaning?"
Gao Lishi bent down and peeled the orange, the juice glistening in the morning light: "Is the Imperial Observatory mistaken? Let's just call me Xiao Gao." Before he finished speaking, the plump orange segments were suddenly snatched away and stuffed into Xiao Si's mouth to chew.
She placed the golden orange peel upside down on the astrolabe under the eaves, and the bronze patterns of the stars immediately seemed to absorb the amber hue. The jade pendants on Xiao Si's wrist jingled, and she suddenly grabbed Gao Lishi's sleeve: "Look, this 'childish' character overlaps my 'rhinoceros' character, like a revolving lantern in the lantern light of the Lantern Festival."
Gao Lishi followed along and also found the reflection of the two characters quite magical.
"Oh dear, it's better if you just call me Xiao Si, unlike you who hides it so well," Xiao Si said, shaking her head.
Gao Lishi raised his delicate-skinned face and looked at her.
Xiao Si continued, "Just like Kang Le Gong's 'Spring grass grows in the pond,' it has a natural and genuine charm—the one who thanks is not only bidding farewell to the net of the world, but also retaining a heart full of gratitude for heaven and earth!"
Gao Lishi peeled another orange for Xiao Si.
"Xie Zhizhi?" Xiao Si snatched the orange peel back and placed it face down on the astrolabe. The golden peel reflected the stars, "just like my coincidence in writing, as if it were a preordained agreement from a past life..."
"That's right, Zhen Xiaosi's first incarnation was as Xiaosizi; and Xie Zhizhi's first incarnation was indeed as Zhinu..."
Little Si's eyes widened: "Oh my god, Brother, do you still remember Li Mingda crying while holding the glass lamp, saying that the 'zhi' in 'zhinu' was as tender as a spring grass sprout? It turns out you stole it!"