Black Corporation: Joseon

Chapter 620

Episode 620: The Beginning of the Empire – Today is like yesterday. (8)

In the end, Jang Yeong-sil’s drawing, along with the concept map of incense, disappeared deep into the incense mirror.

“Whoa~.”

After leaving Geunjeongjeon, Jang Yeongsil took a long sigh, looked back at Geunjeongjeon, and muttered.

“At one point, they told me to reveal everything I had hidden, and this time, they told me to hide it again… I wonder what kind of melody they are telling me to dance to…” Although she

complained like that, Jang Yeong-sil also did not know what the scent was talking about.

“Still, when I look at it from time to time, there are quite a few guys who only look at me.”

This was because when something new was registered in the challenge log or when the situation or the emperor presented a difficult task, there were quite a few people who wandered around in front of them like chicks waiting for their mother bird.

“We have to filter out those who will filter out. “They are worse than PC or Lassi.”

Unlike Pietro and Raphael, who burned up the more difficult tasks were presented, Jang Yeong-sil could not hide his sorrow when he thought of those who only tried to find the easy way.

Jang Yeong-sil, who was grumbling like that, looked down at the bag in her hand and smiled.

“Anyway, it’s a mess… I’ve only seen the concept drawing, but it looks better than what was made in Area 52… If it turns out just the way His Majesty wants, it’s going to be a bit painful. The problem is that we have to make it within five days, so it will be a bit of a hassle.”

Jang Yeong-sil’s eyes were sparkling even as she said those words.

* * *

Five days later, Jang Yeong-sil visited the incense again.

“This is the item your Majesty ordered.”

As Jang Yeong-sil held out a long wooden box, Hyang came down from the house and accepted the box.

“Good job.”

Click!

After opening the box, Hyang took out the Gyeokbangchae inside and started looking around.

Starting with the handle, Hyang carefully inspected the construction of the pole to see if it was well-balanced and swung it lightly. Hyang smiled broadly and praised Jang Yeong-sil.

“Thank you so much! I made it just the way Jim wanted it! “You can imagine how much effort the deputy director must have put into it!”

“That’s too much praise!”

Hyang, who really liked the Gyeokbangchae produced by Jang Yeong-sil, provided the best reward.

“Register all specifications and materials of this pole with the Intellectual Property Management Office.”

At Hyang’s words, Jang Yeong-sil showed a disapproving expression and quickly waved her hand.

“yes? “You are the one who gave me this idea, so why should I do such a disloyal thing?”

“I just thought about it, but isn’t it the deputy director who actually made it the best? Of course it deserves to be uploaded. And… wouldn’t the craftsmen work harder if there was a precedent set by the deputy director?”

After hearing Hyang’s words, Jang Yeong-sil bowed down on the floor and shouted loudly.

“Hwang Eun is devastated!”

As a side note, as the Shingeokbang created by King Sejong became a new form of entertainment, Jang Yeong-sil made a fortune.

Hyang, who returned to Gangnyeongjeon that evening, looked in the direction of Suganggung Palace and smiled, holding Jang Yeongsil’s pole in his hand.

“Shouldn’t we go to the revenge war?”

* * *

The next morning, Hyang visited Sugang Palace.

Hyang, who gave good morning greetings to King Sejong and his wife in accordance with etiquette, secretly gave King Sejong some luck.

“I told Deputy Director Jang that I made a chae. Would you like to take a look at it?”

“exactly? Let’s take a look!”

Sejong was pleased with Hyang’s words and stood up.

Hyang, who had moved to the boss, took out a wooden box brought by the eunuch and showed it to King Sejong.

“Hmm….”

Sejong, who was examining the sieve in his hand, handed it back to Hyang and expressed his impressions.

“Isn’t it too light?”

“It’s just the right weight. “Let me show you.”

Incense wearing gloves made of thin pork skin was ranked among the nobles. Hyang, who relaxed by lightly swinging the stick, spoke to Jang Yeong-sil, placed a specially made pin on the floor, lifted the ball, and cheerfully swung the stick.

Sigh!

“Hota!”

At the same time as the eunuch shouted, the ball went all the way to the end of the boss.

Starting with this, Hyang hit a total of 10 balls. And all of those balls flew straight to the end of the boss.

“Let’s try it too!”

“That’s right.”

Sejong, who received the stick from Hyang, hit the ball and let out an exclamation.

“haha! “This is truly a luxury product!”

“There is an old saying, ‘A master pen does not choose the brush.’ But wouldn’t a famous calligrapher shine even more if he had a good brush?”

“That’s right.”

After saying that, Sejong returned the chae to Hyang. But his face was full of regret.

When Hyang finished the Seolyokjeon (not the Seolyokjeon) and was getting ready to go back, Sejong asked her.

“I want you to give me permission to enter Area 51.”

“Do you want to meet Deputy Director Jang? “Aren’t you going to go back to Shinji together anyway?”

In response to Hyang’s question, King Sejong explained the reason.

“You have to make it in advance and familiarize yourself with it. “I’m returning to Shinji after almost a year, and it’s obvious just how much the chiefs there have improved.”

Hyang immediately responded to Sejong’s words.

“I will fill it out and send it to you as soon as I get back.”

“Thank you.”

* * *

After experiencing the opening ceremony and other events, May arrived and the wedding of Crown Prince Wan took place.

“Let’s finish everything before the situation goes away!”

According to the decision of the village, Du and Seul also got married five days apart.

After completing the wedding, King Sejong and Hyang gathered all of Brother Wandusul’s wives and held a banquet.

As the atmosphere of the banquet was getting warmer, King Sejong, who was sitting at the head of the table, opened his mouth.

“I’ll say it again, it’s truly a congratulation to have become part of the royal family.”

“I am devastated!”

Everyone in the in-laws’ family responded to King Sejong’s congratulatory address by bowing their heads.

But Sejong and Hyang’s faces turned hard.

“However, I am embarrassed to say it with my own mouth, but there have been several unfortunate incidents involving maternal relatives of the royal family.”

Those who knew about the tragic events that occurred during the reigns of King Taejong and Sejong turned pale. Among them, those with small walls even started to tremble in their hands holding their glasses.

“Fortunately, there are not enough people to work in Shinji. So, how about going to Shinji with me this time?”

The words were an invitation, not an order. In the end, everyone who attended the banquet had no choice but to accept King Sejong’s proposal.

“I will!”

“Thank you very much.”

* * *

After the banquet, Hyang sat alone in Gangnyeongjeon and muttered with a serious face.

“When I think back to the history I learned, there were many problems not only with the power politics but also before that due to in-laws. Therefore, the right answer is to exclude maternal relatives to some extent, but it is a bit suspicious when you think about Jinpyeong. Of course, Abama is still in the process of making corrections, and I and Wan are already 18, and Jinpyeong, who is involved, has become a serious fanatic, so it may be unfounded… Still, the problem is Jinpyeong.”

Hyang scratched his head in frustration and came to a conclusion.

“There is only one answer. “Rolling is the only answer!”

* * *

After finishing the big homework with the wedding of Brother Wanduseul, King Sejong prepared to return to Shinji with a relaxed mind. The native-born officials who had come with us had already returned as soon as the thaw began, and those working in the new area and those who would replace them had already left.

As preparations for King Sejong’s return came to a close, Hyang prepared a banquet for King Sejong.

“Please stay strong in Shinji!”

“I wish you good health!”

Hearing the incense and the words of his subjects praying for King Sejong’s health, King Sejong smiled brightly and raised his glass.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Thank you! Thank you! “I will do my best!”

After that, while the exciting atmosphere continued, Anpyeong came forward.

“I have come here because I have something to share with you and your Majesty the Emperor, Duke of Anpyeong.”

“Hoo?”

“Have we finally seen the end?”

Sejong showed curiosity at Anpyeong’s words, and Hyang made an expression saying ‘Finally!’

* * *

As the Joseon Dynasty changed into the Korean Federal Empire, military titles also changed.

The military title system established by King Sejong was very different from that of the Ming Dynasty, and the most notable thing was that the king disappeared.

“After hearing about being a king, you may actually want to become a king.”

King Sejong, concerned about a possible rebellion by the royal family, eliminated the king himself.

King Sejong, who got rid of the king, left behind only the Five Ranked Works.

The Grand Prince and Prince were granted the title of Duke and Marquis, respectively, and the title was reserved only for the eldest son. Except for the eldest son, other sons and illegitimate sons were given lower titles, and these titles were also hereditary only to the eldest son.

However, this did not mean that the eldest sons could continue to hold hereditary titles.

In the existing military title system, as the generations went down, the military title was lowered by one level, so that the fifth generation became a commoner.

Similarly, if the hereditary successor did not succeed in government, it was decided that the successor would receive a title one level lower. And if the title was lowered, various benefits provided by the country, especially tax benefits, would also be reduced.

In addition, it was decided to apply the same rank to the military titles given to meritorious subjects, starting with giving the rank of marquess to first-class contributors. Of course, if the next generation was incompetent, the title would also be demoted.

Hyang, who saw this system, realized what Sejong wanted to say and made a bewildered expression.

“So, if you want to be treated well regardless of whether you are a member of the royal family, a member of the royal family, a public servant, or anything else, then do it.”

Although it was Hyang who understood King Sejong’s inner thoughts, Hyang did not raise any objections.

“I don’t know about the East and West, but there is a saying that is still true among our people. ‘I can’t be the only one who dies.’ Even the emperor suffers from high-intensity labor, so where should he draw honey?…”

As a side note, when discussions about this five-ranked work took place, none of the ministers opposed it.

* * *

“Emperor. After listening to Duke Anping, it seems like the emperor also knows something. What is it?”

“I made a few songs.”

“a piece of music?”

When Sejong’s eyes lit up, Anpyeong came forward and spoke.

“I dare say that it is a new music that is different from Tang music and Hyangak!”

“okay? Emperor. “How about taking a listen?”

“I also have high expectations. Duke of Anpyeong. “Let me hear it.”

“yes!”

Anpyeong responded vigorously and immediately gestured to the evil officials.

Accordingly, the musicians busily moved around and prepared the score.

When preparations were complete, Anpyeong informed King Sejong.

“The song I’m going to tell you is called ‘Cavalry on the Front Line.’”

“Hoo~”

Seeing King Sejong growing more and more curious, Anpyeong sent a hand signal to the evil official.

At Anpyeong’s signal, a gayageum began to pluck its strings. Then the big drum began to beat softly, and various instruments began to make their voices.

“Hoo~. This?”

“I think the title ‘Cavalry on the Front Line’ is appropriate. “The sound of the drums sounds like running horses.”

“It strangely stimulates the heartbeat.”

The subjects who heard Anpyeong’s ‘new music’ nodded.

Sejong, who was nodding his head to the words of his subjects, asked Hyang.

“Is it you again?”

“I only gave you a clue.”

What Hyang said was true.

The music playing now was the theme song of ‘Gunman at the Sunset (For a few dollars more)’.

The incense conveyed the melody simply by humming and advised on which instrument would go where. It was Anpyeong’s job to record the tunes hummed by Hyang, turn them into proper sheet music, refine Hyang’s suggestions, and tune them properly.