Chapter 336: The Emperor's Sword
In November of the seventh year of the Zhengde reign, Dong Jianzhong, the censor of Henan Province, believed that the rampant bandits in the area were due to the abuse of power by favored officials and the threats and inducements by treacherous officials in the court, which almost blocked the path of justice.

So, Dong Jianzhong, together with his colleagues Liu Tianhe, Liu Damu, Zhang Shilong, Yu Shan, Zhou Guang and others, wrote a letter to the court to expose the evil.

The existence of these people not only maintained the integrity and law of the court, but also allowed Ou Zanghua to see the Confucian spirit and straightened the backbone of the scholar-officials.

Ou Zanghua stood outside the Qianqing Palace and could vaguely hear the sounds coming from inside.

As long as Qian Ning was quibbling: "Your Majesty, don't you know what kind of people these imperial censors are? They don't know how to sympathize with Your Majesty!"

"This Zhejiang Province Supervisory Censor Zhou Guang, when he was in Zhejiang, he cursed the lamas and foreign monks for warding off evil spirits, and even compared the wise and mighty Majesty with Emperor Zhuangzong of Tang. This is simply nonsense. Such a person is a censor, which is really a celibate!"

After hearing this, Emperor Zhengde couldn't help but nodded.

Qian Ning's words were indeed pertinent. He was just looking for some fun in his spare time, but he attracted such fierce criticism from the censors. This was really an exaggeration.

With this in mind, Emperor Zhengde casually threw the memorial in his hand to Qian Ning and said, "An Ning, I'll leave this matter to you. Don't let these trivial matters disturb my peace again."

"I accept the decree!"

Qian Ning took the memorial steadily, a decent smile on his face, and bowed with both hands to show his respect.

When he turned around and walked out of the Qianqing Palace, he saw Ou Zanghua standing at the door waiting. He stepped forward, saluted with a smile and said, "Oh, isn't this Lord Ou? I haven't seen you for many days, and you are still as elegant as ever. It seems that your injury has healed well?"

"Commander Qian, you are too polite. Thanks to proper care, I have now recovered almost completely." Ou Zanghua responded with a smile and bowed in return.

"That's good. I'll take my leave now."

"Commander Qian, please."

After seeing Qian Ning off, Ou Zanghua received the summons and then stepped into the Qianqing Palace. The first thing he saw was several memorials thrown on the ground.

He bowed and said in a clear voice: "Your Majesty, I am your humble servant!"

"No courtesy, stay on your own."

Emperor Zhengde looked at him carefully, nodded and said, "It looks like he has recovered quite well, and his complexion has improved a lot."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am humbled." Ou Zanghua bowed.

"Next time I encounter this kind of thing, I will just let my experts surround and kill them. Why would I do it myself?"

Emperor Zhengde came over and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but when he thought of his beloved minister's injured arm, he put his hand down uncomfortably: "Don't you always say that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall? Why do you rush forward when it comes to me?"

Ou Zanghua smiled bitterly and said honestly: "Your Majesty, I have practiced martial arts for many years. What happened that day was that I was blinded by my passion."

"Ha ha."

Emperor Zhengde laughed a few times and said, "Now you can understand why I like to challenge you to a duel. It's really easy to get carried away with this."

Then, he continued, "After Yu Huatian came back that day, he demonstrated to me the duel between the two of you. Dongfang Sheng is indeed quite capable. If he had gathered his strength and come to challenge you again, you would have barely been able to handle a few dozen moves with just your sword skills!"

"If it were me..." Emperor Zhengde thought for a while, sighed and said, "So if Ou Qing lost, I don't blame you."

"Why did your Majesty say this?"

Ou Zanghua picked up one of the memorials, glanced at it, and then said, "My sword, with dishevelled hair, a protruding bun, a drooping crown, a long tassel, a short coat, glaring and difficult to speak. If they hit each other in front, the neck will be cut off, and the liver and lungs will be cut off."

"Your Majesty's sword is straight and unparalleled, it can be raised to the highest level, it can be pressed to the lowest level, it can move without deviation, it can cut through the clouds above and destroy the earth below. It is the number one sword in the world! Only when this sword is hidden in the body of the Son of Heaven can the world be stable and the rivers and seas be peaceful." Emperor Zhengde looked at the memorial he picked up casually, and it was from Liu Damu, the Censor of Liaodong.

Liu Damu presented three matters, all related to the political system.

Among them, the eunuch Cen Zhang was the most important in causing harm to Liaoyang and was mentioned by Liu Damu in particular.

However, because Liu Damu used harsh words, Emperor Zhengde was displeased and threw his memorial aside.

Zhu Shou was slightly stunned, but as smart as he was, he immediately understood that Ou Qing had something else in mind when he said that!
He returned to his seat, his eyes swept across the scattered memorials, and said angrily: "Mr. Ou, look at these, dozens or even hundreds of memorials, all of which focus on my minor hobbies. Is it worth it for them to pursue such a small matter?"

Ou Zanghua only knew that Emperor Zhengde seemed to like an actor named Zang Xian very much recently, and he frequently summoned him to the Leopard Room to listen to him sing for him.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. I think that all officials are so concerned because they care about the country and worry about what the emperor worries about. You are just worried that if your Majesty's hobbies are biased, it will affect the order of the court. Therefore, we try our best to persuade you." Ou Zanghua thought for a moment and then persuaded.

"Then, Mr. Ou, how do you think I should respond?" Emperor Zhengde asked with a somewhat grim expression.

Ou Zanghua glanced around and found that only Zhang Yong was waiting by the side, while the other palace maids and eunuchs were standing at the door.

So, he looked at his nose with his eyes and looked at his heart with his nose, and whispered, "Grasp the big and let go of the small, I have read it randomly."

Emperor Zhengde was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "It has to be you, Ou Qing."

Afterwards, Ou Zanghua respectfully presented "General Chapter of Music of the World", a book that is a culmination of the music culture of the Ming Dynasty. It contains more than 200 pieces of classic music from the dynasty and many vassal states. Each piece carries a unique cultural flavor and regional customs.

After Emperor Zhengde approved it, Ou Zanghua arranged for people to make copies, and then sent several copies to each vassal state, allowing them to take them back to their own countries.

Emperor Zhengde understood music, but he was not proficient in it.

After flipping through a few pages, he closed the book, looked at Ou Zanghua and said, "Mr. Ou has indeed put a lot of effort into compiling this book, and the results are remarkable. After you finish copying the first batch, send the original to Wenyuan Pavilion!"

"According to the order!"

After chatting with Emperor Zhengde for a while, Ou Zanghua bowed and left.

Watching Ou Qing go away, Emperor Zhengde picked up another secret memorial on the table, knocked on it twice, threw it aside and said, "Take it and burn it!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Yong responded. Just as he was about to organize the secret report and burn it, he couldn't help but take another look at it.

He was stunned for a moment. This was the information sent by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Lord Ou had been resting at home for a few days, reading and practicing calligraphy, and rarely practiced martial arts.

If someone else had sent this secret letter, Zhang Yong would not have cared.

But the name above was Yu Yong, the Hui people's Jinyiwei commander-in-chief. The intelligence from Zhang Yongdong's factory mentioned that this person was good at the art of sex.

Zhang Yong threw the secret report into the fire. The flames instantly devoured the words and also seemed to burn away some doubts in his heart.

He stared at the paper that was gradually turning into ashes, his heart filled with waves.

Your Majesty has been on the throne for more than seven years, but the fact that the dragon seed has not yet been born is like a sword hanging inside and outside the court, constantly weighing on everyone's nerves.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong realized the deeper meaning behind Qian Ning's move.

It seems that the last failure made Commander Qian realize that he still doesn't have enough weight in His Majesty's heart, so he wants to recommend Yu Yong to His Majesty!

(End of this chapter)