Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Daxia - Ministry of Rites
In the Ministry of Rites, Chi Shilang's every word and deed can be said to be like an oracle, covering the sky with one hand, and no one dares to do anything.

The entire Ministry of Rites basically became his one-stop shop. No matter who gave the order, as long as Chi Shilang had instructions, he could advance it as long as he wanted, or delay it as long as he wanted.

Even in such trivial matters as choosing an auspicious time and auspicious day, he often only needs a finger in his hand. Even if the selected day is not suitable for playmates, it must be an auspicious day.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites can only live such a life under the intimidation of "someone".

It's not that no one resisted, or used their brains to think of various ways to try.

Even from the first day when Chi Zhongjun took office as the Minister of Rites, anyone who went to talk to the Minister of Rites, Chi Shilang's boss, would basically circle around the government office three times.

But who is Mr. Liu?As an old fox in the officialdom, Mr. Liu sensed something was wrong early on. These days, he took sick leave whenever he could and stayed behind closed doors at home to thank guests for three months.

Three months later, when Chi Zhongjun had completely taken control of the entire Ministry of Etiquette, the boss wandered to the government office to drink tea.

But Chi Zhongjun's sharpness also attracted the hatred of many people.

No official who can be an official, especially one who can gain a foothold in the capital and win a good position, is really stupid.

Now that everyone knew that Chi Shilang was His Majesty's favorite, they had no choice but to avoid him and make concessions in every possible way.

But this doesn't mean that others don't hate Chi Shilang for what he did.

On the contrary, this group of scribes believed in a gentleman's revenge, never later than ten years.Today is the time when you, Chi Zhongjun, are most proud and arrogant, but people are not as good as a hundred days, and flowers are not as red as a hundred days.

You can be favored today, but you will be out of favor tomorrow.

The gifts and promotions given by emperors are all too common, but they can also disappear easily.

Along with Chi Zhongjun, there was an old minister of the Ministry of Rites who was several dozen years older than him. This man was more diligent than talented. He spent decades and ten years, but he only became a third-rank minister of the Ministry of Rites. Come.

In the past, before Chi Zhongjun entered the court, this old man was quite happy and free, very friendly to his colleagues and subordinates, and he also had a lot of popularity and reputation in the capital.

But since Chi Shilang, who is also a holy minister, came to the Ministry of Rites, the old minister has completely become the background of the government, and has become the foil of Chi Shilang, who is so bright and talented that he is almost demonic.

How can people swallow this breath?
An emotion growing in the darkness gradually enveloped these people.All of them contained malice and rejection of Chi Shilang. After their attempts to exclude or resist failed, such emotions were like adding grease to the fire again. The fire became stronger, and the hatred and resentment became deeper and deeper into their bones. .

What Chi Zhongjun didn't know was that he was deeply hated and disgusted by many people.

However, if he knew, he probably wouldn't take the resentment of this group of losers and this group of desolate people to heart.

After all, he had more important things to do. ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ········································

The ceremony in which Princess Jing'an was canonized as the 'Crown Princess' ended successfully. Although there were inevitably some discordant episodes, Jiang Yi didn't remember them, and even Chi Zhongjun didn't care too much.

These ministers have never been on the same page as them.Chi Zhongjun thought.

They hate him very much, or they are doing something behind his back. You can just imagine it in your head.

Although he didn't think that this group of people could act in a collective silence, he still asked someone to tell Xie Yao to pay attention to this matter.

This great event ended successfully on March [-]rd.

On that night, the emperor stood on the city wall with his young princess in his arms, waving to the people, placing golden flowers in front of Duanmen, enjoying the royal wine, and having fun with the people.

In such a peaceful and prosperous era when the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful and peaceful, singing and dancing were indispensable, and it was inevitable that the literati and officials would praise their virtues.

The moon was very bright that day, and people under the moon had happy smiles on their faces. Even Chi Zhongjun, who had been taking care of this matter, couldn't help but laugh easily and lightly.

But this beautiful scene seemed not to last long. The court hall was still noisy on the second day, and the ministers were talking about it. ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ··············································· ········································

Grassland-Kashgar
Wu Mu was riding on a dark horse, his face was ashen, and he was holding a sword drawn from his waist in one hand. The blade flashed with cold light, and the sharp blade was pointed at the enemy.Drawing the sword with him were thousands of guards surrounding him.

Originally, they were walking on the road leading to Kashgar. Due to Wu Mu's current status, the number of people responsible for escorting them this time was more than twice as many as when he suppressed Kashgar.

But he didn't expect that the people from the Kashgar tribe would be so stupid. They actually intercepted them halfway and charged directly at all costs.

This scene only made Wu Mu feel very ridiculous.

One of the reasons why he personally went to war was to stabilize the grassland tribes and not go on a killing spree at this time.

Now it was obvious that these people were pressing hard against his knife edge, seemingly regardless of the consequences and without any thought of his revenge.

Silly... So stupid...
Wumu let out a long sigh.

These people are too impatient. Under the current situation, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he does not intend to go to war this time and use force to cleanse everything that is rebellious.

As long as the Kashgar tribe showed their surrender and said a few words that they were being coerced, Wumu would most likely let them go.

Relying on his friendship that he had been stationed in Kashgar many times, he had no intention of killing anyone.

But now, a rebel army really attacked Shanyu's Wangjia, and the nature of the matter immediately changed.

This matter was watched by various tribes on the grassland, and he had to kill one of them to serve as a warning to others.He must use blood to temporarily restrain the tribes everywhere.Wu Mu raised his knife, pointed at the group of enemy soldiers, and roared majestically: "Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The guards who were originally tightly surrounding him shouted the word "kill" and waved the swords, spears and halberds they held tightly in their hands.

The weapons were dancing, and the war horses under the seats raised their hooves and charged forward.

The sound of swords clashing together, the screams of people, and the sound of swords entering flesh and blood kept coming to mind.

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Daxia-Spring Equinox
The willow branches on both sides of the river are sprouting new buds, and the willow trees are taking out new green branches. The new soft willow branches are swinging leisurely in the warm spring breeze. Under its swaying branches and leaves, many tourists stop to watch the wonderful spring day. The scenery, my eyes are tightly entangled in it, and I don't want to go back.

These days, more and more people are outing, especially on both sides of the river, which has become the best place to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Here, the river slowly spreads into the distance, and the sound of the flowing water is clear and murmuring. There are also birds perched on the newly sprouted trees, calling out "babble, babble, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah".

The girls wear hats or cloaks with hoods. Whenever the gauze on the hats is blown by the spring breeze, the girls' graceful bodies and beautiful faces always make the teenagers by the river lose their minds.

In addition to boys and girls, tourists and women in clothes, literati also like to recite poems, paint and talk about current affairs in the pavilion by the river.

"Well, this year has been a bad start to the year, and now it's even more depressing."

In the pavilion half a mile away from Wangchun Bridge, there are now gathered scribes who pay great attention to their dress and speech. Some of them are already officials in the court, and some of them are famous for their talents.

"Brother Li, why are you doing this?" Someone explained with a relaxed smile.

"Yes, the atmosphere in the capital has changed drastically these days, and it is the time when everything is waiting for improvement..."

"That's right, we are being given important responsibilities by the imperial court. It is time to serve our family and country. Brother Li, why do you always say such depressing words..."

The people around him echoed, and one of them, a young man wearing a blue scribe's clothes, was writing on the rice paper spread on the table.

What he painted was the scenery by the river. This person seemed to have superb painting skills and seemed to have a wonderful hand in painting. At this time, he was concentrating on the ink on the tip of his pen without any distractions.

The brush strokes of this painting are very fine, and the slightest trace of smudged color forms a hill. The strokes are neat and smooth, as if there is a landscape in the mind.

The man called 'Brother Li' made a grimace in front of everyone, sighed, and explained:
"What you all said makes sense, but Li is really feeling aggrieved!"

He clenched his fists tightly and frowned, as if he was worried.

His friends looked at each other with a bit of surprise in their eyes.

The person standing next to Brother Li couldn't help but blurt out: "But what happened?"

Brother Li sighed bitterly and shook his head.

"I'm afraid you don't know that Li was transferred to the Yushitai as an official last month."

When he said this, everyone shook their heads in understanding, as if they already understood the reason.

Brother Li continued: "You all know that this Yushitai has the most conflict with the red guards. What's more, who is their boss now?"

As he spoke, he pointed his hand upwards, his expression even more sad.

Someone seemed to pat him on the shoulder sympathetically and comforted him: "As long as you don't provoke them, it'll be fine. After all, in broad daylight, we are all wearing official uniforms..."

These words seemed to comfort Brother Li. His complexion improved slightly and his tone became gentler.

"That's the case, but..."

Brother Li raised his fist feebly, thinking of a blow in the air in front of him, and finally dropped it feebly.

"But how can we be willing to let such a villain gain His Majesty's favor... and use the knife on our heads so unscrupulously?"

His words seemed to have touched the hearts of these people. Except for the scribe who was concentrating on painting, the expressions of the others also darkened.

"That's all, don't let my affairs delay everyone's enjoyment of the scenery."

Brother Li forced a helpless smile on his face and apologized to the people around him.

"Yes, we won't talk about national affairs today."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Others echoed.