Du Lin was surrounded by bamboo slips and rolls of cloth. As a famous wealthy family in Guanzhong, the Du family naturally had no shortage of money. After he was imprisoned, his family was allowed to visit the prison and sent clothes and bedding. They were originally clean, but at this time they were covered with ink marks. Du Lin wrote words on it, which were all his disappointment with reality, pity for the people, and resentment and dissatisfaction with the emperor.

After being imprisoned for nearly a month, he suffered a lot and lost weight. His cheeks were sunken and he was a little discolored. But Du Lin did not regret it. He pleaded for the people and died without regret.

He compared himself to Bigan who was killed by Shang Zhou and Fan Zeng who was forced away by Xiang Yu. Both of them were extremely talented and loyal ministers, but they were not trusted by the master. All their loyalty was sprinkled and their ambitions were all turned into ashes.

After a few days in prison, he occasionally fantasized about whether the emperor would wake up and re-appoint him. Every time the jailer opened the door, he ignited hope. However, after repeated disappointments, Du Lin gradually fell into despair. Looking at the narrow sky outside the iron window, he thought, maybe he could never get out of the imperial prison again.

This made him feel the value of life, and Du Lin seized all the time to write. As a great scholar who was full of books and was well-known, he had the talent for writing and had a strong desire to write. Because of this storm, he began to write a book called "The Emperor's Mirror". He wanted to use the actions of emperors of all generations to satirize and advise the emperors of today and later generations, so that they could learn how to be a good emperor who cares for the people. The whole book adopts a lesson tone. When writing, his inner imagination was directed at the little emperor Jianshi. Those words seemed to be telling Liu Yu what he should do and how to truly be kind and loving the people.

Du Linwen was filled with thoughts. His book was not enough. His family was not allowed to send new ones. He continued to write with clothes and filled all the clothes. He then took off the bedding and wrote it on the stripped cloth, which was written directly on what he wore. The covers were covered with ink, and he was completely dark.

During the break in writing, he was worried about the people of Chang'an and the people of Guanzhong. He didn't know how much the food price rose and how the people could eat. Now... I'm afraid many people have starved to death, right?

When the prison officer came to deliver the meal, he asked, "What is the price of food outside now?"

The prisoner put the rice bowl heavily on the ground and said, "Eat your food! I don't know when I didn't even have food to eat, but I'm still worried about the price of food!"

Du Lin thought: Even the prison officer knew that he could not go out alive.

He was mentally prepared, he was not afraid of death, Bi Gan had died long ago, and Fan Zeng died, but they were all left in history and passed down to future generations. I believe that later history books also have a place for him, Du Lin.

The corresponding tyrant is naturally a tyrant. He didn't know why, the originally benevolent emperor became a tyrant who disregarded the lives and death of the people and persecuted loyal and kind people. As expected, power can confuse people's minds. Just half a year after entering Chang'an, after just half a year of realizing the taste of monopoly power, the emperor was no longer the emperor before. In this way, what he did in the past might be just a play. He gained the name of benevolence and received support from all parties through acting. Now he is truly at the peak of power and no longer needs to play, which reveals the nature of a tyrant.

Du Lin hated that he had misread the person and regretted rushing back from Hexi, just for such a false benevolence and righteous emperor. Now he has tasted the bitter fruit and may lose his life.

About a month after he was imprisoned, one morning, footsteps came from outside, as if there were a few people walking around, maybe the prison guard was checking the cell! Du Lin thought, not caring.

Then he heard the prison door being opened constantly, and the clanging sound made his somewhat chaotic mind clear. He listened to the sounds outside, some were crying and some were laughing, all of whom were colleagues who went to the death with him.

Du Lin thought to himself, it’s coming, this moment finally comes, it’s time for him to set off.

He tidied up his clothes and their clothes were very dirty, but he still smoothed them out as if he was decent and dusted on them.

He is a noble family and the noble literati. Even if he dies, he must have his own dignity.

He packed the bamboo slips and the cloth with words in one place, wrapped them in a quilt, and made them into a large scroll. The relics would be taken away by his family and passed down to him by his descendants.

After packing up, Du Lin sat upright and waited silently.

With a creaking sound, the prison door opened, and three people came in. One of the leaders looked like an official. He opened a silk book, looked at the words on it, looked at Du Lin, and asked loudly: "Censor Du Lin?"

Du Lin remained silent, and the prison officer next to him said, "Yes."

"You can leave now!"

"Let's go, I'm ready, but I'm going to wash first, I can't go on the road so dirty." Dulin's face was calm.

"Grooming? When you go home, you have time to wash. What are you washing here?"

"Go home? You said you asked me to leave, where are you going?" Du Lin raised his head and asked in surprise.

The official was also a little surprised, "How do I know where you are? You won't even know your own home, do you?"

When Du Lin came out with a roll of bamboo slips and silk book, he was still confused. The sun stinged his eyes, and the spring breeze blew over his face. Everything was different from prison, making him feel even more dazed.

Du Lin stood outside the gate of the prison, feeling a little at a loss. Suddenly, his younger brother Du Cheng came towards him and shouted happily: "Brother, you come out, just come out."

Du Cheng's eyes were filled with tears and reached out to pick up the quilt in his hand, but Du Lin still hugged it tightly without letting go.

The two of them got on the carriage and passed the street where people were crowded. Everyone was busy with their livelihoods. The hawking sounds were heard one after another on the street, and the market seemed to be more lively than usual.

Du Lin kept looking out the car window, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Chang'an City...how many people starved to death?"

Du Cheng was stunned. Obviously he didn't expect his brother to ask this question. He smiled and replied, "How could it be? Now that there is enough food, how can people starve to death?"

"Great food? How can it be sufficient? Isn't there not much food on the market? So many days have passed, and there should be even shortage of food."

"Brother, that was before you went to prison. At that time, it was a food shortage. But since Your Majesty released the price of grain, merchants rushed to transport grain from outside. Later, there was more food in Chang'an City, and the people could buy low-priced grain. Look, the original disaster relief porridge points were withdrawn, and they were no longer needed. They could afford to buy grain. Who would drink those sand porridge? Brother, you really blamed Your Majesty this time. Your Majesty always cared about food, just to let all the grain merchants transport grain into Guanzhong, and did not say his plan. Brother, you led the courtiers into the palace to make a desperate advice, where did you put Your Majesty? But Your Majesty was magnanimous and did not deal with you. You just asked you to write a letter to confess your guilt. Brother, your writing skills are so good. Go back and write a memorial and apologize to Your Majesty. I believe Your Majesty won't..."

When he said this, Du Lin, who had been silent all the time, suddenly shouted: "Stop! Stop quickly!"

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Before Du Cheng could react, Du Lin had already jumped out of the carriage that had not stopped yet and stumbled towards the roadside.

He rushed into a grain shop and his movements were quite fierce. He was shocked by the guy inside and said, "Customer, do you want to buy grain? Three hundred coins per stone. If you buy it for zero, four coins per pound."

The guy covered his nose and the stench that had been in Zhaozhu for more than a month emanating from Du Lin.

"Three hundred coins...Four coins...Why is it so cheap? Am I dreaming, am I?" Du Lin suspected his ears. No wonder, when he was imprisoned more than a month ago, the price of grain was 7,500 coins per stone.

Although the guy disliked his stench, he saw that he was as tall as a literati and wise as a literati, and dared not disrespect him. He smiled and said, "How can you buy food and think it's cheap? Guest, I want food to be more expensive and make more money. But His Majesty cares about the people and does not allow the price of grain to be too high, so I have to sell food at a low price."

"So, has your Majesty finally still limited the price?"

At this time, a buyer next to him said, "Price limit? How can you limit it? Ask these profiteers, if Your Majesty limits the price, will they still place so much grain for sale? Your Majesty is extraordinary and unpredictable. Your Majesty has his own magical method. Without limiting the price, let these profiteers transport grain in obediently and sell it to the people at a low price!"

He spoke up as a profiteer, and the guy was very embarrassed. He stuttered: "Look at you, you are pointing at the nose and scolding us!"

"What's wrong with scolding you? You are the unscrupulous merchants! When the grain is shortage, you hide the grain, making it harder for everyone to afford it. Now that there is more food, you try every means to bring us to buy it, and you also want us to buy more!"

Another buyer said: "The Censor Du, the court officials who went to the death to advise, had only one thing right, that is, the merchants are all profiteers!"

Seeing that they were going to be besieged, the guy hurriedly hid back and did not debate with them.

Several customers in the store were aroused and said in a lingering manner. One said, "I only know that Your Majesty is so clever. Compared with Your Majesty, those censors are simply useless people. They only know how to slander Your Majesty, but they have no ability. They are helpless when they encounter problems. Then who can't be the censor? I can also pick faults and scold people. It's definitely better than them and scold them!"

"The censor Du Lin, who took the lead, is said to be a well-read man. He has read all his books into the dog's belly! He has no financial talent at all. He can only blame His Majesty and thinks he is a loyal minister. He obviously takes a group of people to make trouble, throw dirty water on His Majesty, and even thinks he is asking for his people. It's really ridiculous!"

"Oh, don't say that, they are just for the good of the people, they are just ignorant and incompetent."

"How can you be a high-ranking official of the court? If the world is left to them to govern, wouldn't it be a mess? I told me that Your Majesty should remove them all and choose other capable people to come up."

"It is not just a withdrawal, but should be punished heavily! If they slander Your Majesty in this way, and let the ignorant people listen, wouldn't they have any prejudice against Your Majesty? We Chang'an people also know the details of the matter and understand Your Majesty's painstaking efforts. If a person from afar only heard that the censors asked for the people and went to the palace to advise him to death, who would he regard Your Majesty as?"

"You are right, such people should be killed the most! If those wicked people slander Your Majesty, the people will not believe it, but these people are usually regarded as gentlemen and gentlemen with the sign of justice. Many people will believe what they say. If they talk nonsense, they will be even more harmful."

"Your Majesty such a good one is really annoying to be slandered by these incompetent censors!"
Chapter completed!