Sometimes the palace is sunny

Chapter 92 ask for advice
The Chang'an Avenue under the Chengtian Gate was cut into the east and west parts of the imperial city by two inner city gates.

The six ministries, together with the Hanlin Academy and the Honglu Temple, are all in the east, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Tongzhengsi, Dali Temple, and the fearsome Jinyiwei are all in the west. This kind of place where officials gather, there are very few other than officials on weekdays. People are willing to leave here, it can be said that cars and horses are like clouds, and idlers avoid it. No matter how noisy it is inside, it looks like a rich and clean place from outside.

There is no need to be on duty in the palace today, Zhuang Changxin will return to the Ministry of Officials as soon as he is in court, and the winter solstice is approaching, and the evaluation of officials has not yet been completed, he is so busy that his feet will feel windy.

There have been quite a few changes in the officialdom this year. For one thing, the Ministry of Officials has recruited capable officials who are good at accounting from all over the country, and local vacancies have to be filled.

Secondly, if someone checks the accounts, there will be bad debts. His Majesty previously gave a time limit for the officials related to the deficit of the Taipu Temple to pay and reduce their crimes. A total of 23 people voluntarily handed over the money, and 14 of them are still in office. These people His Majesty also dismissed him from his official position. Although the progress of the audit is not fast, it is still progressing. In the past half a month, more than a dozen people have been found out about the money that was occupied by the Taipu Temple. Someone has to make up.

The third is that His Majesty revived a group of old officials who had been relegated before, and also set up a deliberation department in the Metropolitan Procuratorate. How to assign these people's official positions, how to match their colleagues, and how to attract people who want to seek officials everywhere There is a place for a person, and the knowledge in it is enough to write ten books.

Looking at the roster sent by his subordinates, Zhuang Changxin looked calm, but in fact he was about to burst into flames. Like Li Congyuan, the tea that he always liked to drink in the teapot was replaced with mulberry leaf tea that calmed down his anger.

The jumbled mess of people and affairs was like a mess. After fighting in it for a while, it had been an hour since I raised my head again.

"Master servant, let's have lunch first."

A small official who was walking in the official department came over with a signboard of today's menu.

Zhuang Changxin didn't even look at it: "Is there a car that scalds vegetables coming today? If someone picks up green ones and scalds a bowl for me."

As he said that, he stood up by himself: "Forget it, don't bother you, I'll go pick some vegetables to eat by myself."

In the courtyard of the Ministry of Officials, the chef of Guanglu Temple was distributing meals. In addition to the rotten meat and vegetables that officials were tired of eating on weekdays, there was also a small cart with four corners wrapped in iron. Cabbage, radish, bean sprouts, lotus root slices, kelp and vegetables raised in the fire room are all fresh, as well as tofu and sliced ​​meat, which are covered with thin quilts because of the cold weather.

In front of the car, there were many small officials serving meals for the officials. Zhuang Changxin went straight over and lifted the quilt to take a look, nodded with satisfaction, and went to the back of the line to line up.

The little official in front of him hurriedly gave way:

"Please, my lord servant."

"It's okay, step by step, the way to nourish the heart."

When he said that, the petty official in front of him finally didn't panic, but still turned his body sideways, never daring to turn his back on his superior.

Zhuang Changxin has always been kind to others, so he chatted with him:
"There are quite a few people eating this hot vegetable pot, and a refreshing dish is more appetizing than the one stewed in that pot."

The little official quickly bowed: "It's His Majesty's grace."

Zhuang Changxin smiled.

It’s true to say that His Majesty’s grace is mighty. In the past, these ministers ate the big pot rice stewed by Guanglu Temple. There are many tricks and good names. Afterwards, it will make people feel that life is meaningless.

There are a lot of affairs in the court this year, and several veteran ministers have suffered from some discomforts one after another. Even the not-so-old Li Congyuan once had blisters on his mouth and could not speak, but it was cold, and the hot dishes were wrapped in dust. , Cold dishes are really unpalatable. When all the officials are lamenting that the winter is hard to bear, Guanglu Temple seems to have been opened up by someone cutting a hole in the top of the skull with a hammer. Dishes with seasonal fresh vegetables.

Order a few kinds of green vegetables, boil them in the pot for a while, and then season them according to your personal preferences. Not only people with stomach upsets like it, but officials from Sichuan, Sichuan and other places are also full of admiration.

"More cabbage, bean sprouts, tofu, and lotus root slices, put some elbow slices, and put more dogwood oil and pepper oil in the sour soup."

Not long after, Zhuang Changxin walked to the corridor with a bowl of hot vegetables and a few biscuits on a tray. Some officials were standing there talking and eating, and he also raised his chopsticks.

There are always people who object to everything in this world. When the hot pot first came out, some people felt that the dishes were vulgar, and they also disliked that the chef was cooking face to face in the courtyard of Liubu, which was degrading to the gentlemen.

After a few days, fewer people objected. First of all, this hot dish is not for people to eat directly. It also needs to be poured with a spoonful of boiling soup. There are bone soup, chicken soup, fresh shrimp and fish. Soup, and Zhuang Changxin's favorite sour soup, the soup base uses soaked sour radish, plus two spoons of cornel oil, sour, spicy, refreshing and appetizing, and occasionally makes him feel that he can go on trial for a whole day Roster until things are done.

Of course, when he really faced the roster, Zhuang Changxin would know that the arrogance and ambition just now were all illusions.

The job is impossible to finish.

"Our Majesty's thoughtfulness is really overwhelming." After taking a bite of the cabbage leaves soaked in sour soup, he couldn't help admiring.

Others didn't know, but Zhuang Changxin got the news from Li Congyuan. His majesty personally thought of this novel way of eating for their sake, and specially recruited the cook from Guanglu Temple to the palace to teach him the tips.

The envoy of Guanglu Temple is also very intelligent. His Majesty has made such an act of compassion for his ministers. He wished he could immediately set up a monument in seal script and place it in front of the gate of Guanglu Temple, but His Majesty only asked him to record the credit for his achievements. For the cooks, no one is allowed to mention that His Majesty personally improves the meals for the ministers.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Changxin felt that the dishes in front of him were even more delicious, and he wanted to spend all night to review the roster.

Because Zhuang Changxin is very popular on weekdays, he just sat on the porch and had a few mouthfuls of food when someone came up to him:

"Master Minister, have you heard about what happened in the Metropolitan Procuratorate today?"

"The Metropolitan Procuratorate, what's the matter?"

The man was also carrying the tray, and just as he was about to say something, someone hurried in from the courtyard door:
"Let's fight! Let's fight! Princess Yueqing brought a group of women to the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate!"

Hey!
People with good deeds put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran out, but they were stopped by Lu Yaohui, the right servant of the Ministry of Officials. Li Congyuan loved to promote new people. He was not very old, but he was very old. Er, wearing a red official robe with a third-grade peacock patch on his body solemnly, standing in the courtyard is like a sea god needle.

Seeing him, the others in the courtyard acted like shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and obediently retreated back into the main room.

The little official who had just delivered the message was reprimanded by him in the corridor with drooping eyebrows.

After the training, Lu Yaohui raised his head and remembered that Zhuang Changxin was also in the department today.

"Where is Zhuang Shilang?"

"Master Zhuang?"

A master secretary said cautiously: "Just now, my subordinate saw Zhuang Shilang go out from the back door, still holding his rice bowl."

Lu Yaohui: "..."

He took control of a group of small ones, but let the most naughty monkey king go? !
Wrapped in a cloak, the bread was torn and dipped in the soup bowl. The dignified servant of the Ministry of Officials walked and ate while walking along the wall of the urn. Just as his colleagues from the Ministry of Industry were going to the Taichang Temple in a carriage, he squeezed right in. car.

In this way, he neither missed lunch nor missed the melon after lunch.

While all the yamen were waiting to see the jokes of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Metropolitan Procuratorate was very quiet.

Too quiet.

Zhuang Changxin pretended that he had something to do to find Qian Zhuo, the censor of Zuodu, and he was in nowhere. He even began to wonder if Princess Yueqing had arrested and hacked all the people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate in a fit of anger. .

What can such a person not do if he can lead a group of women and say that he will clear the Taipu Temple's five-year accounts within a month?

All the way to the front of the main hall, Zhuang Changxin let out a sigh of relief.

That's fine, they're still alive.

He put the empty soup bowl and chopsticks aside, poked his neck and began to watch the excitement.

Princess Yueqing was wearing a red princess gown and sat at the head, and there were two rows of maids with knives on both sides, standing beside the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

In the Metropolitan Procuratorate, more than 40 censors including Zuo Du Yushi looked like poor scholars who had been robbed into a bandit village, standing there one by one, not daring to say a word.

Seeing the red official uniform that Qian Zhuo was wearing, Zhuang Zhang was very happy.

For Qian Zhuo, what he experienced today must be said to be unforgettable in his life.

"I brought the female officials in the palace to visit your place today, and I am very grateful for the help of Qian Zongxian* and all the censors. I will definitely bring my colleagues to the door to thank you after I finish what your majesty asked me to do within a month. .”

When speaking, Zhao Mingyin, the princess of Yueqing and leading scholar of Duanji Temple, spoke in a very gentle and polite tone.

Qian Zhuo's face turned red, his throat was blocked by something, and after a long while, he could only utter two words.

"No need."

Zhao Mingyin smiled softly: "You are welcome, Zongxian Qian."

Qian Zhuo took a deep breath.

A few days ago, Princess Yueqing issued a military order to lead a group of female accountants to clear up the five-year backlog of Taipu Temple's accounts within a month. He offended his colleagues in court and China for his Majesty's investigation of the Taipu Temple, and on the other hand, he didn't want someone to come out and snatch his job, especially if this person was a woman.

Even a princess is still a woman after all.

But Qian Zhuo didn't dare to express his objection, his censors almost smashed the notes with their pens, and he didn't get involved.

Qian Zhuo was a little scared, because His Majesty was obviously impatient because the censors were slack in the matter of the Taipu Temple, otherwise he would not have called Chu Jiyuan back to the court, and would have directly made him the censor of the right capital.

Your Majesty is not going to point their noses at them and scold them at the court meeting as before, but he has a poisonous plan to draw their salary from the bottom of the pot. When Chu Jiyuan returns to the court and establishes the deliberation department, the greatest ability of the Metropolitan Procuratorate will no longer be to arrest them. Instead of impeaching hundreds of officials based on etiquette and legal principles, there is a place of supervision to check the accounts of various places.

This is a good thing for the "Government Procuratorate", but not necessarily for the censors... In the face of the real accounts, their impassioned eloquence and memorials of criminal evidence are much weaker.

After that, will the censor who entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate favor the Deliberation Division, or the original Fourth Division?Favoring him for money?

If the thirteen censors find out the illegality, should they contact their colleagues to file a letter together, or ask the deliberation department to investigate the accounts of those corrupt officials over the years?

If it is the latter, how long can they stay together since the founding of the Great Yong Dynasty?

As the censor of Zuodu who drives the censors from all over the place to control the court together, how much can he talk?

In his opinion, the Duanji Hall in Xiyuan was just His Majesty's preparations for Chu Jiyuan's return to the court, and Princess Yueqing was sent by His Majesty to seize power with him.

Thinking about this in his heart, Qian Zhuo naturally hoped that these female officials would break things sooner, not to mention Duanji Palace, and even the Deliberation Division should not be built.

When Duanjidian asked for the account books, he used some careful thought and put some old accounts that were not marked.

If someone pursues it, just say that the people below have misplaced it.

What he didn't expect was that in just two days, Princess Yueqing came to "visit for advice" with their account books.

Those women not only found out all the account books he stuffed in, but also found a lot of mistakes and omissions. They actually stepped into the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate and asked the censors to "dispel confusion" for them.

Ever since the Great Yong Dynasty was established, has any woman walked in through the main gate and called out "colleagues" one by one?
When did a woman bring hundreds of female guards with knives to surround the censors?This is called "dispelling confusion"? !This is blackmail!
Has there ever been a woman sitting at the head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, pointing and criticizing their actions at the Metropolitan Procuratorate? !
The big joke of slipping the world!

"Princess……"

"Qian Zongxian, as I said a long time ago, although I wore the princess's gown and brought the female guards from the princess' mansion to visit, I am now the first scholar of Duanji Palace in the Yong Dynasty. Please call me I am Zhao Xueshi."

Zhao Mingyin waved his hands, still smiling.

Qian Zhuo closed his mouth.

Having been an official for half his life, who doesn't want to be able to join the cabinet one day?Who doesn't want to add the title of "Great Bachelor" before the official position?
He, Qian Zhuo, the majestic censor of Zuodu, is also a candidate for the future elder, how can he call a woman a bachelor?
　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)