wear it lord god

Guo Siyuan has a large number of people and can handle things efficiently. All the stewards from more than a dozen Zhuangzi shops near the capital have been transferred, and there are 50 to [-] people. Following the emperor's order, they commanded the people in the palace. Not only did they inquire about the corpse and record it, they also cleaned the palace soon and had the masons plaster the walls and paint all night to cover up the blood stains that could not be wiped away. By midnight, everything had been done and the incense was scented.

On the second day, which was originally the first day of the Lunar New Year, the death knell rang in the palace. The emperor passed away and the country mourned for a hundred days.

Now even firecrackers could not be set off. Officials who were resting at home put on white robes and went to the palace to express their condolences. When I arrived at the palace, I found out that not only the emperor had died, but the queen and the two princes were also dead. I didn't know what to say for a while.

On the other side, the mourning hall has been decorated. The late emperor has been dressed and placed in the best coffin Guo Siyuan can get. Zhao Kang is kneeling in mourning and burning paper. In front of the coffin, the concubines of various palaces are kneeling in mourning. The whole thing still looks... It's neat and tidy, not as messy as everyone expected.

At noon, when it was time to have lunch, Zhao Kang was helped to eat. He had been kneeling all morning. No matter how thick and soft the mat was, he could not withstand such kneeling.

Entering the side hall, Guo Siyuan was already sitting at the table eating porridge. Because of the national mourning, most of the table was vegetarian.

Zhao Kang fell down almost exhausted, and Ye Bing immediately brought rice porridge and chopsticks.

Zhao Kang picked up the bowl and chopsticks and asked if things were going well.

Ye Bing replied: "It's pretty good. Any obstacles will be noted down and the master will decide afterwards."

Those who hold important positions inside and outside the palace are not our own people. Those who cause trouble now will have to settle accounts later.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Zhao Kang finally remembered: "Where is Xining?" After asking, he remembered that he had asked too much. What else could he do? Of course, he could save people and earn medical fees, which was 1 taels per person. Now, Got rich.

Guo Siyuan, who had not slept all night, was not much better. His face was gray and he said weakly: "I am reviewing the papers. I am sorry that I can't do this job."

...Zhao Kang was so shocked that he almost dropped the chopsticks and bowl in his hands.

In the Changle Palace, a little girl was sitting on the writing desk originally used by the late emperor. She was writing with a pen, "National Mourning Zhu corrected Lan Biao, and it was Lan Biao who was used."

Those that have not been reviewed are on the left, those that have been reviewed are on the right, and there are already two thick stacks on the right. Zhao Kang went over, picked up a book and opened it.

"The Ministry of Rites and Si Tianjian will work out the process and review it within ten days. The Ministry of Industry will step up the construction of the imperial mausoleum and it must be completed before six months..."

The Ministry of Rites is in charge of rituals and music; the Si Tianjian is in charge of the schedule, calculating good times and auspicious days, and avoiding all things that are inappropriate. The coffin is placed before the funeral, and the burial is performed afterwards. These are indeed the two responsibilities.

Currently, the late emperor's imperial mausoleum is still under construction. It is very time-consuming to build the imperial mausoleum. It has been built since the late emperor ascended the throne until now. According to the ancient system, the coffin cannot be buried until July, so it must be completed before June. The timing was very reasonable.

Zhao Kang put it down together and picked up another book. It was a book that the local people requested to impeach an official for embezzling money and bending the law, and embezzling the government's food relief during the drought two years ago.

"Order the Yushitai Procuratorate to verify. Sinong Temple must cooperate and make sure there are no mistakes."

Sinong Temple is responsible for allocating funds for disaster relief. The Yushitai is divided into three departments: the Taiyuan, the Imperial Court, and the Procuratorate respectively execute impeachment trials of officials, inspect court ceremonies, and supervise local officials and prisons.

Zhao Kang nodded and flipped through two more books. Each excerpt was clearly organized and he was familiar with the powers and jurisdiction of each department in the imperial court. Even he had to think about it for a while when his eyes darkened after just a few years of skill.

Seeing Zhao Kang coming, Xining finished approving the book in his hand, put down the pen, and stretched: "Just come, I'm leaving."

"Hey, don't go!" If his father hadn't died and couldn't smile, Zhao Kang would have put on a smile: "Where are you going?"

One look and it was clear that she was going to take over this stall. If I don’t do it, I still have a mission. Run away quickly: "Come out of the palace, give me the sign to let me out."

By the way, he asked Ye Ying to lead the royal guards, guards with swords, and black-armored troops to guard the palace gate. No entry or exit was allowed without a sign. Yes, Yeying did a good job! "Don't leave yet. It may be very chaotic outside, but it's still safe in the palace." You can't let him go at any cost, otherwise the pile of official documents will kill him.

Xining rolled his eyes: "Can I go eat something? I haven't slept since midnight last night, so I drank a bowl of rice porridge in the morning." It seems that he still has to find a dog hole to get out of here.

"Come here, let's pass on the food. Eat something first, then sleep for a while after eating, and then get busy again after sleeping." Zhao Kang asked with great concern as he walked out: "I'll go work first, and I'll come to see you later. Here. Just do it reluctantly. When someone comes, hurry up and set it up, go get a ginseng soak and serve it. Don't neglect the little miracle doctor!"

Uh... The corners of Xining's mouth drooped as he watched Zhao Kang leave quickly, his footsteps unusually brisk.

Yes, someone has done this troublesome thing for him, how can he not be happy? If you also add ginseng, you won’t be afraid of overdoing it for such a small body.

Porridge was brought. Because of the national mourning, there was no big fish or meat for three days, so it was all light dishes. Ginseng tea was also brought. It was really old wild ginseng with all its head and beard. Eight maids and four eunuchs were also sent.

"It's up to you." I'm too lazy to care. It's important to drink porridge first. Even if I dig into a dog hole, I have to eat enough to have strength first.

At this time, three officials, one purple and two red, came in with a dozen or so officials. The leader was the veteran who was supported and hiding beside him.

"My minister ordered Liu Bingcheng to see the little miracle doctor." Liu Shangshu bowed.

The two men in red robes at the back are officials from Zhongshu Province and Menxia Province.

No wonder he surrendered so quickly. Among the three provinces, the Shangshu Province, which had managed impeachment memorials since the previous dynasty, had the least power.

Xining held a half-eaten bowl and stared at them blankly, then continued to drink porridge.

Liu Shangshu waited with his people, pretending not to see anything even though the people behind him stared. The new emperor came to power, and everything was restored. It was time to reshuffle the cards. Finally, he had the power to follow the dragon, but he couldn't offend the little miracle doctor whose status was unknown.

Xining finished eating quickly and took the cotton towel handed over to wipe his hands: "Where are the ministers from the two provinces?"

"Zheng Xiang was ill at home. Two of the six ministers died last night, and four of them were ill. Those who were not ill and who did not die are all here." Liu Shangshu's attitude was gentle and showed no airs at all.

Xining rubbed his forehead, okay, let's do this. He stood up and said, "Bring up all the discounts you have."

Immediately from behind, two officials came up, each carrying a plate neatly piled with folds. It was okay, only twenty or thirty books.

Liu Shangshu responded: "On these two New Year's Days, there will be fewer documents. The old minister has ordered people to sort the memorials into categories. As for the documents offering condolences, put them in another place so that the little miracle doctor can pick them up and read them."

Xining nodded: "Thank you, Liu Shangshu."

"You're welcome, little miracle doctor. This is the duty of the old minister." Liu Shangshu bowed and then asked the officials of each department to find a place to sit down and wait.

Just now, Zhao Kang told him to help the little miracle doctor. He thought he heard it wrong, and then he was relieved. Sure enough, Zhao Kang had no one available. Knowing that the little miracle doctor saved Zhao Kang once, he asked the little miracle doctor to supervise him. As long as he helps the little miracle doctor survive this period of time, I don't believe he won't be reused by Zhao Kang. Even if the little miracle doctor is a girl after all, she will not be able to go to court in the future. So what if you get it? There are not many people in the imperial court who get official salary for nothing because of their connections.

Let those who deliberately complain of illness just pretend and miss the opportunity.

(End of this chapter)