Pingyang Fu of the Red Chamber

Chapter 463 Civil strife at court
Inner City of Beijing,

Clean up the palace,

Everyone is done.

There was a row of generals, and the nobles stretched their heads to look there with interest. The civil servants were also whispering. Zhang Jinyu was also confused at this time, which drama he was performing today.

I actually came to write, and of course I also noticed the old fox in the household department. Hey, old man, but he stood still and didn’t know what was buried inside. I think there must be a reason for what happened yesterday. Jingcang was burned down. , is the responsibility of the Hubu. If the people in the Hubu are questioned today, I am afraid they will not be able to escape the involvement. Could it be possible to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao?

The key point is to create a fire dragon to burn the warehouse. Could it be that the fun is yet to come?

Just thinking about this.

on the dragon chair.

Emperor Wu sat on it and saw that several elders of the ministry had finished writing. He asked Dai Quan to bring up all the words written by the elders and look at them carefully.
Following the sound of Emperor Wu turning the rice paper, the hall became eerily quiet, and the sound of falling leaves could be heard. After watching it for a while, I have to say that these veterans, who have been officials for decades, can write beautifully with their own hand, and can start a sect. , and then threw these rice papers on the imperial desk.

Said,

"As expected, he is a veteran of the imperial court. His handwriting is very good. Everyone's handwriting can be framed. However, those with good handwriting may not necessarily know that food is valuable, and those with poor handwriting may not know that food is not valuable. After reading it, Circle, I only see the quality of the characters."

Looking around, he asked again,

“Who hasn’t written yet?”

I thought no one knew, but the officials in the front row all looked at Gu Yichen, the Minister of Household Affairs.

at this time,

Gu Gelao changed his previous grievances and straightened his expression. He waved his sleeves and walked out. Then he knelt on his knees and kowtowed.
"Old minister, I haven't written yet. I want to be the last one to write."

"Get up, dear, and continue writing."

Gu Yichen kowtowed again, stood up, walked to the table, picked up the imperial pen, dipped it in ink, put the pen on the rice paper, and wrote the word "rice" on the left side. As for the right side, the imperial pen was not put down for a while. , put down the imperial pen.

He raised his head and glanced at Wu Emperor Zhou Shihong, then took a few steps back without returning to the queue.

The courtiers all saw what Mr. Guge wrote and didn't know why. Only Lu Wenshan, the official minister, had a gloomy look on his face.

Emperor Wu sighed and asked,
"Gu Yichen, Secretary of the Ministry of Hubu, what I asked you to write was the word "grain". Why did you, and you people in the Ministry of Hubu, only write half of it, only the word "rice"?

Gu Yichen did not speak, but his eyes turned red.

People don't know why.

Only Lu Wenshan, the official minister, felt something bad in his heart. What does this mean?

Looking at the pretentious Gu Yichen, he secretly thought that he was in trouble. This old fox must have thought of a countermeasure and took the initiative, as if he had discussed it with the emperor. I am afraid that today's plan will be difficult!

Seeing this, Yan Guan Zeng Zheng wanted to interrupt, but was secretly stopped by Yang Zhuo, the Minister of Civil Affairs. Looking at Zeng Zheng's puzzled eyes, Minister Yang shook his head gently. This was not an opportunity.

After receiving the letter, Zeng Zheng took his foot back and continued to look.

In the hall, the words of Emperor Wu Zhou Shihong rang again,

"Gu Yichen, why don't you speak?"

Gu Gelao wiped his eyes with his sleeves, then picked up the rice character he wrote, walked to the center of the hall, came to the courtiers in the hall, and said,

"Your Majesty, I know the importance of the word "food", but I dare not write it in full,"

No one in the hall dared to speak.

Emperor Wu was curious and continued to ask,
"Where's the emphasis?"

"Your Majesty, the word "Liang" is composed of the word "rice" and the word "measure". I am unable to write the word "measure".

"What's the importance of measuring?"

Zhou Shihong, who was sitting on the dragon chair, obviously increased his tone and continued to ask questions.

Gu Yichen took the rice paper in his hand and pointed at the right side of the character rice.

"Back to Your Majesty, measurement is a method of measuring the land area, and it is also a measure of storage. Therefore, Zhuangzi said, fight dendrobium for it and measure it. With a word of measurement, you can know the size of the official warehouses in the Dawu world, and you can know the number of acres in the Dawu world. It is also written in the Book of Rites (Book of Rites) that the tombs must be used by the end of the year to control the country. All grains must be brought in, and then the country must be managed according to its ability. This is what it means.

However, although the number of acres of land in our Dawu Dynasty was large, and although the granary was extensive, they were only imaginary numbers in the archives, and there was no actual number. "

When Gu Yichen said this, he suddenly tore up the rice paper and said loudly,
"Your Majesty, my lords, if the fields in the world are not inspected, the military attachés' warehouses will definitely be inspected. If the government's official warehouses are not inspected, the national policy will be unbalanced. If the national policy is unbalanced, all the officials in the court will be frustrated. If all the officials are frustrated, the memorials will be broken. If the memorial is distorted, the emperor will be blind. If the emperor is blind, the country will lose its luster. Once the country loses its luster, the foundation of the country will lose its foundation, but the people's hearts will surely lose weight. Our Great Wu Dynasty has just ended the disaster of the White Lotus Sect. , if it continues like this, there will definitely be disasters again, and we will definitely lose our country, Your Majesty!"

This statement was deafening in the Qianqing Palace, shocking the courtiers, and they were all surprised. Why is this?
Zhang Jinyu also secretly took a breath of air-conditioning. Good guy, this old man is brave enough to say anything. He may have known about coming to Jingnan for a long time, but why is there no news in the capital? Could it be that several pavilion elders have joined forces? Press down.

Lu Wenshan's eyes flashed with some sternness. This old guy might have poked a hole. There are some things that he can say, but he can't. There are some things that he can't say, but he must say them clearly. Although these words are a warning to the world. , but as a minister, I have passed it, and everyone in the cabinet has also been included.

The Emperor Zhou Shihong, who was sitting on the dragon throne, did not expect that Gu Yichen would speak like this. He clearly said that there was something wrong with the cabinet's memorial. It was not only distorted, but also a big problem.

I am afraid that even Dai Quan, the Supervisor of Ceremonies, had concealed the writing. It is shocking that a civil servant was so courageous.

Although he was surprised, Emperor Wu remained calm and asked expressionlessly,
"Then, in my opinion, how can I add the word "meter" on the other side of the word "meter" you wrote?

Unexpectedly, Gu Yichen took out a piece of paper from his sleeve,

"Back to Your Majesty, I think the Emperor has read it. This is a memorial from Yuan Ze, the former minister of the Ministry of Revenue. It can also be said to be a suicide note. Everyone knows that Lord Yuan made a mistake, and he himself accepted it. He died to apologize. Before he died, he asked The old minister reported a huge secret to the emperor. The reason why this secret is called huge is because if the imperial court does not pursue this matter, the world will have no food to grow and the people will have no food to eat."

Listening to the heavy voice of the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, Emperor Wu Zhou Shihong couldn't sit still. This matter was related to the safety of the imperial court, and it was also related to the Northern Expedition in the autumn. He stood up and said,

"Gu Aiqing, I understand what you said in my heart, but the officials in the palace may not understand. I didn't expect that you would dare to deceive the superiors and conceal the truth. If this is the case, the Great Martial Kingdom will really come to an end. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, except for Gu Yichen, all the officials in the palace knelt down and declared that they were guilty.

Looking at the courtier who was kneeling on the ground, Emperor Wu did not let him get up. He looked at Gu Yichen and asked him to continue speaking.

"Gu Aiqing, tell me what Yuanze said."

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

Mr. Gu Ge took the order, turned around, looked at the row of civil servants, and said,

"Before Lord Yuan died, he said two things. The first one was that Wang Jun, the former prefect of Linshan County, was instigated by an official from the imperial court. In Linshan County, south of Beijing, he falsely reported the number of acres of land in the name of reclaiming wasteland and re-assigned The miscellaneous taxes and land taxes among the people have already caused public resentment. If the number of acres of land is not re-measured, the people of Linshan County will inevitably be forced to rebel by the government. This matter is imminent, and there is a risk of another disaster from the White Lotus Sect."

With this remark,
Lu Wenshan, the Minister of Civil Service, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't bear it any longer. I'm afraid no one had the right to interrupt at this time. His expression changed, and he suddenly laughed while kneeling on the ground.

"Hahaha"

"Master Lu, what are you laughing at?"

Without waiting for anyone else to ask, Gu Yichen responded with words. Lu Wenshan kowtowed and said,

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

"Get up and talk."

Emperor Wu stood on the high platform and nodded.

Lu Wenshan kowtowed again,
"Thank you, Your Majesty,"

Then he stood up and stood opposite Gu Yichen.

The martial artists kneeling on the other side were stunned. Zhenguo Niuqing stared wide-eyed and whispered,
"Good fellow, there is internal strife among the civil servants, and it looks like they are at odds with each other."

"Yes, it was really enjoyable to watch. I will definitely drink a lot when I go back today."

Duke Chen Yi of Qi was also muttering from behind, and other old Dukes were also joining in the fun. Even Prince Shuirong of Beijing and Prince Mu Shi of Dongping County, who were kneeling at the front, were confused as to what had happened.

Shui Rong touched Mu Shi's right arm with his elbow and asked,
"Brother Mu, do you know what happened? It was the fire in Jingcang last night. Why does it look a little different?"

"You ask me, who am I asking? I also thought it was the fire in the official warehouse last night. I never thought there would be such a ghost inside. It seems that internal fighting among the civil servants is inevitable. We and your nobles can take a breath."

"That's true."

Prince Mu's old Jiangnan tribe was severely cleaned up. Although it was done by Luo Yunhou, there was no resentment. The East Prince's Mansion had been away for a long time, and there were too many people with second thoughts. With the help of Luo Yunhou, many people were eliminated. , but on the surface the losses were huge, but on the inside they eliminated many veterans and loyal dogs.

Zhang Jinyu was kneeling in the hall, her legs were numb. Listening to the old princes teasing around her, she couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. The ground was so hard, her knees hurt, and she was still busy watching jokes. I couldn't help but look at the old Duke a few times and asked in a low voice,

"Dear gentlemen, what time is it and you still have time to laugh?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were said, several old princes looked here. The prince of Zhen specifically looked at Zhang Jinyu’s legs and said with a smile,
"Boy Zhang, I think your legs are numb. It's rare for civil servants to laugh at you. How can you not laugh at it? As for you, do your knees hurt? Haha."

"This,"

Seeing the evil smiles on their faces, Zhang Jinyu was filled with questions.
"The boy is young and can bear it, but old Duke, you can't bear it anymore."

Unexpectedly, several old gentlemen all showed fox-like smiles, and the Duke of Zhen even patted his knees.
"You are young, you must suffer some losses to know, look what this is,"

After saying that, the Duke of Zhen Guo lifted up his robe and saw his legs with a thick layer of soft padding on them. Isn't this just knee pads? Let me go. Zhang Jinyu was dumbfounded when he saw the surroundings. Looking at the man's smile, Zhang Jinyu suddenly felt the pain in his knees becoming even more unbearable.

(End of this chapter)