Jingming

Chapter 242 Really Fight!Play hard!

Except for Sun Jiao who was still a cabinet minister but not in the capital, seventeen counselors entered the palace to discuss matters.

Naturally, the capital has heard of the drought in the south.Otherwise, no one would have been talking about this because of reverence for the most holy teacher, so the astronomical warning.

Could it be that if the current Confucian ceremony is maintained, it will rain in the south immediately?
Zhu Houcong saw that everyone had arrived, and said coldly: "I have made up my mind to re-schedule Dacheng Wenxuan's sacrificial ceremony."

This name must be, how to change it is quite clear.

Yang Tinghe asked worriedly: "Your Majesty, I have already counted the silver and grain in each storehouse and warehouse in the past few days..."

Zhu Houcong raised his hand: "Don't worry! It's only two months away from my Longevity Festival. After the decree is issued, the vassal princes and relatives will start to go to Beijing one after another. If the commander-in-chief of each province is appointed by the relatives, they will be recommended first. It will be temporarily issued to those who die in the army."

Cui Yuan's expression was serious, and he just said softly: "Master Ge, everyone, prepare for battle, prepare for battle."

They are all smart people, needless to say.

How can the imperial court calculate the available money and food only in stock under the current situation?
This is the decisive battle of standing in line, and it cannot be tolerated by people who use the so-called "time, place, and people" to compromise.

If there are difficulties today, will there be no problems tomorrow?What is the best time?

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins.

Zhu Houcong said indifferently: "I am the Son of Heaven. Hundreds of civil and military officials, gentry and common people in the world, whether they want to make meritorious deeds or submit to rebellion, it's just a matter of thought. I ordered Zhang Fujing to be the governor of Shandong. There are still so many people in the world who feel that although my will is determined, the time is right." With favorable location and harmonious people, I will give in when the advantage is ahead of my generation. If I am stubborn, then I will use my head and family wealth for meritorious service, who will take it for me?"

At this point, Yang Tinghe and the others began to breathe heavily.

Zhu Houcong looked at them: "If I declare my determination to the world, there will be no reason for the so-called Qing emperor to side! If you don't follow, you will be rebellious! Tell the world that after the Longevity Festival, I will patrol the south for disasters."

Cui Yuan also looked at him in shock.

But just like the royal conquest, the emperor's presence in person has an incomparable deterrent effect.

Isn't the mountain high and the emperor far away?Isn't there a favorable place and people?

When the emperor is close at hand, where is the geographical advantage?Will the harmony of people disintegrate?
The emperor regards disasters, how can the opportunities brought by the weather be used?Do you dare not do your best in disaster relief?

But the southern tour needs money, and the southern tour needs stab-proof driving.

Everyone in the imperial study room was discussing nervously about the emperor wanting to play himself out as a card, but the first thing to be agreed upon was the Confucian ceremony.

First, the title of King Confucius was removed, and the name was changed to Master Wenxuan of Dacheng.

Second, go to the noble titles such as Gong Hou Bo, who were revered by Confucius' disciples, and are called sages.

Third, destroy the statues of Confucius in various places and replace them with wooden masters, specifying the size and writing on them.

Fourth, it is stipulated that the Confucian Temple only offers one sacrifice every year on the birthday, ten beans and ten beans; the local area also only offers one sacrifice on the birthday, eight beans and eight beans.

Fifth, change the regulations of Confucian temples, not called temples...

This matter was first negotiated, and it was drafted into an imperial edict immediately, because it had to be sent to Shandong quickly: this year's birthday, Zhang Fujing worshiped Confucius accordingly.

The imperial study continued to discuss the disaster situation in the south and other matters, and this imperial edict was first sent to the Imperial College for reading.

Under Zhu Houcong's instruction, the news spread quickly.

In the hot weather, many of the invigilators who had copied "Examination of Practice and Dialectics" for more than half a month came to the top.

"Such a major matter, just settled like this? Is this still a meeting? Why not just issue an edict?"

"What's the use of setting up officials? What's the use of raising scholars?"

"I've already seen all of this practical knowledge. If you want me to say it, it's ridiculous! It doesn't make sense!"

It's not that no one thought that the emperor had so many people under his command, and what was the purpose of asking them to copy it.

But suddenly there was a discussion about offering sacrifices to Confucius, and then the discussion was suddenly over. There was no respect for the opinions of opposing officials and scholars.

How dare you?There is a severe drought in the south, and the sky is warning!

"...Everyone! Everyone! The king is going to knock on the que for something! Outside the Chengtian Gate, several adults have already knocked on the que!" An excited supervisor rushed in from outside the courtyard, "This chaotic system! All dynasties have respected Confucius and Confucianism. As Wang Fushi said, once this system comes out, it will be clear that it will not end? The country has supported scholars for a hundred years, and the festival of righteousness and death is today!"

After the word Zhu Houcong stole from Yang Shen and used it to praise him, it was used here today.

The Guozijian was suddenly full of enthusiasm, and too many students were overheated.

However, many of them watched with cold eyes, or advised some of their friends out of friendship.

"Since the decree has been made, don't be impulsive. This is an act of resisting the decree!"

"Yingde, you are still young, you don't understand!"

"Why don't I understand, I..."

"You like astronomy and geography, Qimen Dunjia, military tactics, and arithmetic and academic methods. You are quite satisfied with the way of physics! But you paid tribute to the Imperial College to study classics and think of it as a pillar of the country! Although you have not yet You must always worry about the country in the Zhongju! You are from Changzhou Prefecture. Now that there is a severe drought in the south, don’t you worry about the people in your hometown? This is all caused by your majesty being misunderstood by the treacherous party, not respecting teachers, and reforming the system! Will you go to the festival of righteousness and death?"

Tang Shunzhi, a Gongsheng student in Changzhou Prefecture whose name is Yingcheng, looked at him with complicated eyes.

He is eighteen years old this year. Although he can see clearly, he still has a lot of loyalty to his friends after all, so he can't be so indifferent.

But in the eyes of his friend, his lack of words means that he is greedy for life and afraid of death. His friend flicked his sleeves and said, "If we don't agree with each other, today you and I will cut off our ties!"

After finishing speaking, he excitedly joined those who were going to knock on the gate together.

Tang Shunzhi scratched his head helplessly.

Fool? Isn't it?Can't read the infinite mystery in "A Test of Practice and Dialectics"?
In the Guozijian, there were also many much older students.

They looked at these young people and saw Kong Zhewen and all the sages and descendants who were surrounded by them, although they were excited but could not hide their fear, there was an inexplicable light in their eyes.

Many people are really stupid why this edict was suddenly issued at this time to draw up the Confucian sacrificial ceremony.

The general trend has been set, maybe next year's provincial examination and the next year's general examination will really test practical studies and dialectics.

Unprecedented opportunity!
How many official positions will be vacated in the world!

Those who were in the Imperial College and those who lived in the capital, many scholars joined the team to knock outside the Chengtian Gate.

As long as someone takes the lead, there will always be someone who feels that there are too many people and that "big things can be done".

The imperial study room is still discussing the arrangements for disaster relief in the south, which involves the verification of the disaster situation, the preferential exemption of this year's food, and the arrangement of follow-up disaster relief food and disaster relief money.

Huang Jin came to report in a hurry: "Your Majesty, Wang Rumei, the minister of etiquette outside the Chengtian Gate, held a blood book in his hand. There were 49 officials, 180 supervisors, and 35 scholars in Beijing knocking on the gate. The number is still increasing."

Cui Yuan and others all looked at the emperor.

Zhu Houcong actually laughed: "Did you say anything?"

"Wang Rumei shouted..." Huang Jin looked at him a little apprehensively, "There is a severe drought in the south, and the sky is warning. Your Majesty should take back the new system of Dacheng Zhisheng Wenxuan King's sacrificial ceremony, issue an edict of guilt, fasting and praying for rain..."

"Sinful edict? Praying for rain?" Zhu Houcong smiled dryly and waved his hands, "I and the staff are busy. Go and pass on my oral edict. The edict has been issued, and the whole world will obey it. The oral edict has been announced three times, and if it does not leave, you will be dismissed , In addition to the prison, and the meritorious service, each person will have twenty sticks."

"Your Majesty..." Yang Tinghe stood up in shock, "There are already more than 200 people..."

Although there were no high-ranking officials involved, so many officials were dismissed in one go, and there were so many fewer people working in the Six Ministries. There are still many things that need to be done!

Zhu Houcong raised his hand and pressed down: "Continue to discuss. Daming doesn't have many other things, but there are many smart people!"

Huang Jin left the imperial study in a hurry and went to inform Zhang Yong first.

If they really refused to leave, then this spanking would require a lot of people with court sticks.

In addition, shouldn't Jingcheng be wary of the follow-up reaction?

Outside the Chengtian Gate, Wang Rumei held the blood book high in both hands with a firm expression, and was still repeating the sentence loudly: "There is a severe drought in the south, and the people are in dire straits. Astronomical warnings, I wait for His Majesty Fu Wei to take back the new system of Dacheng's most holy Wenxuan King's sacrificial ceremony, and commit crimes." Ji Zhao, fasting and praying for rain, to relieve the worries of the people and the worries of the world!"

His voice was a little hoarse, and when he shouted, the people around him saw that they were kneeling together, and they all opened their voices and shouted.

This sound spread all the way to the yamen of the five mansions and six ministries to the south of Waijinshui Bridge.

Teruma Fan Ting of the household department Teruma Institute is still in charge of Teruma.

In fact, the senior officials in the court had changed a lot before, and he had the opportunity to be the head of the sixth rank, but he was afraid.

Of course, he was only from a Juren background, and he was an official eighth-rank Beijing official. Even if he wanted to be promoted again in the future, it would be best to go to those idle departments.

The head of the household department has to be responsible for more things in the official clean-up department of each province, and things will go wrong if you are not careful!

Now, Fan Ting looked at the back of Wang Zuo, the envoy of Jinyiwei Beizhen who was standing beside the Jinshui Bridge in front of him.

Wang Zuo temporarily assumed the authority of the commander of Jin Yiwei, and now he watched more people coming in from Zuo'anmen and You'anmen to join the team that knocked on the que.

Something big is about to happen!
The household department also went to several principals, Yuanwailang and Langzhong. Now there are 58 officials from various ministries and yamen who "do not do business" there. Fan Ting glanced at the Zhengjiupin who was watching the fun with him Prosecutor: "A big accident is about to happen!"

The inspector's eyes lit up: "A big accident is about to happen!"

It is best to be dismissed from office!
Fan Ting still remembered the last time he went to the Shouning Marquis Mansion to meet the steward Fang Muxian, and how much sweat he had sweated after seeing Fang Muxian knelt down there to show his head.

How can you force the emperor to do something like a sinful edict?That's up to him if he wants to!

Are these people crazy?
As Teruma of the Ministry of Household Affairs, Fan Ting naturally knew that many places in Nanjing had official documents coming to Beijing, and he knew about the severe drought.

Daming is so big, every year there are always various disasters in some places.There are earth dragons turning over, rain, drought, locusts, wind...

Before the current new law and these things, wouldn't it continue?
Fan Ting doesn't think about such messy things as politics. He has passed the age when he used to be full of ambitions. Now he is just a small official in the capital, living a stable life with a wife and children.

It seems that many of them have too much property and are afraid of the new law.

But what are these supervisors and scholars who have not yet become officials to join in the fun?
Thinking like this, Fan Ting suddenly felt that the front was quiet for a while, and then it became noisy again.

This time the sound was messy.

There was chaos for a while, a moment of silence, and then chaos again, even more crying.

However, some people lowered their heads and hurried away from the Waijinshui Bridge, leaving the left and right security gates as if fleeing from Wang Zuo's cold eyes.

After the third round of uproar, the uproar inside became louder.

A moment later, there was a scream.

Fan Ting took a breath, and said in a low voice, "Tingzhang?"

The inspector replied excitedly: "Tingzhang! There are still more than 200 people in it?"

Good guy!
He wanted to run over to have a look, but didn't dare.

At the gates of the five mansions and six ministries, I don't know how many people crowded at the gate like them and watched from afar.

Outside the Chengtian Gate blocked by the Waijinshui Bridge, it is not clear what is going on now.

But the wailing and screaming became the main sound, along with crying and cursing.

They only saw another person running up the Waijinshui Bridge and wanting to leave, but Wang Zuo led many guards in brocade clothes to block the top of the bridge, watching from a distance as he drew a knife to drive them back.

The inspector suddenly said, "I'm going out on a business trip."

Hurry up and tell my brother-in-law who owns the pharmacy that the sore medicine should be able to sell for a good price today!

Outside the Chengtian Gate, Wang Rumei was pushed to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The court stick that I didn't enjoy that day, I can enjoy today.

What a fucking pain!
The emperor is really crazy!Really crazy!

What is the situation now?Is there really going to be chaos?

"Fun Lord! Faint Lord!" He shouted to vent the pain from his buttocks.

Dismissed from office and dismissed from fame.

Obsolete, already obsolete.

He completely lost his mind in the pain and anger.

Huang Jin, who was imprisoned in front of him, his face sank: "You are stubborn and insulting your father! Add [-] more battles! Fight hard! Fight hard!"

This was added by him without authorization, but he was not afraid of the emperor's punishment.

In the imperial study room, what is being discussed now is war preparations and disaster preparations!
What angered Huang Jin the most was that the emperor tried his best to reform the law and enrich the country, but this group of people refused to stop their efforts again and again, always causing trouble!

His Majesty's sage is diligent and knowledgeable, and even the counselors are convinced.

With these four, five, six, seven, eight or nine grades in front of you, don't you think why there are no grades above three here?
Just rely on you?

Kong Zhewen wanted to leave, but he had no face to leave.

It is to change the title of his ancestors and lower the sacrifice standards of his ancestors!
Now, the damn eunuch Bingbi and the imperial eunuch Huang Jin brought not enough eunuchs.

There are too many people, and they have to line up to be beaten.

Seeing the officials who were beaten first wailing, and the official uniforms outside their buttocks being beaten to stick with flesh and blood, Kong Zhewen's legs were weak and his whole body was shaking.

Wang Rumei's [-] sticks have already been struck, and now she is striking another [-] sticks, and the stick is powerful and heavy.

"...a dignified speaker, a dignified speaker..."

Are you going to be shot?
This must be shot dead!
Kong Zhewen glanced at Huang Jin with a cold face from a distance, and only saw an undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

At this moment, another Zhongshu Sheren came out from the Chengtian Gate, holding an imperial decree in his hand and walking towards the Six Section Corridor.

Go through the sixth subject corridor again, and the imperial decree can be issued.

They didn't know what the content of the imperial decree was, but it was obvious that they were being beaten here. In the imperial study room, the emperor and the counselors were still making decisions concerning the common people in the world.

It seemed that they were not delayed by their knocking on the que.

I don't even care if people will be beaten to death here!
Finally, Kong Zhewen's crotch was soaked in hot urine: the emperor wanted to kill people.

Even King Wenxuan of Dacheng Zhisheng wants to change his title and lower the standard of sacrifice. Does he still care about his reputation in history?

The decree did not mention what to do with Yan Shenggong, but Zhang beheaded and went to Shandong.

father……

Kong Zhewen fainted on the ground -- he was very tired, he had knelt here for a long time on this hot day, and now he was so miserable and frightened, covered in cold sweat.

After an unknown amount of time, Kong Zhewen suddenly felt severe pain and woke up.

"what--"

The screams could not pass through the gates of Chengtian Gate, Fengtian Gate, Fengtian Hall, Huagai Hall, and Jinshen Hall, so they could not be heard in the Imperial Study Room behind it.

It's quiet here.

Zhu Houcong nodded: "That's the way to do it. The censors in the disaster-stricken provinces will inspect the water conservancy and disaster relief. Officials of the fourth rank and below who are unable to provide disaster relief can be dismissed on the spot first, and they will be promoted on the spot after reporting to the governors of the provinces. Regardless of origin, regardless of rank!"

Below the prefect, if you don't do a good job, you will be dismissed.

What is the ceiling of raising talents?

Why are you so fussy now?Is it because being an official is too good?

Is there still a shortage of people who want to be officials and high officials?

"Decree to the governors of all provinces, three grades and below, can be convicted and confiscated first, and reported to Beijing. If the chief ministers of the provinces are not loyal to the emperor, they can be dismissed and sent to Beijing!"

In each province, there are only about two chief envoys from the second grade.

As soon as this decree came out, the powers of the governors of the provinces at this critical time were frighteningly large.

Fortunately, after the Seven Counselors left Beijing and the previous arrangements, the governors of all provinces are now their own people.

The key is actually the word "check".

Zhu Houcong glanced around: "I'm a little tired this year. Kill this time, the sea and the sky will be brighter!"

Within a day, fifteen imperial edicts were issued.

In addition to the re-establishment of the Confucian sacrificial ceremony, which was sent to the entire Ming Dynasty, the rest of Nanzhili and other provinces have one.

Outside Chengtianmen, Wang Rumei and six other officials who were full of grief and indignation and uttered wild words were indeed executed with sticks, as well as seven supervisors and scholars.

Fourteen people were killed with sticks on the spot, and 14 seven people were carried out of the left and right security gates alive.

Dismissed from office, removed from prison, dismissed from fame.

Strange to say, in this capital city, there was a heavy rain after nightfall.

Tang Shunzhi listened blankly to the sound of rain outside the window.

Zhu Houcong also felt a little messed up in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

But what about the South?

(End of this chapter)