Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 229 (Hun Quanqin, please subscribe to this chapter tomorrow)

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  Jia Hui's final word really made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

Even the civil servants couldn't help but feel happy. Although they always had trouble with the military generals on weekdays, that was also the matter of the Qi court itself.

And family scandals should not be made public. When outsiders are present, it must be more harmonious.

Now Liu Yushi has broken the rules that everyone has maintained for many years, and he is simply not a son of a man!
  Even Li Yan, the head of the civil service, and the chief censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate no longer wanted to take advantage of Liu Censor.

I'm even a little lucky that it was Jia Hui who took the initiative to be the villain!
  Although anyone with a clear eye can see that Jia Hui is helping everyone break the situation, it is inevitable that there are still some smart people who are blind and unable to react. If they get stuck, it will be in trouble!

"Well, then according to what the Taiwei said, Lanling Marquis Gao Kecheng is new to the title and has not yet memorized the rules. He will be fined for one month as a warning." The emperor nodded and said to himself that Jinyu was considerate, so he followed suit. Jia Hui's words finally punished Gao Kecheng.

Having said that, the emperor fell silent again. He did not intend to punish Liu Yushi. After all, it was his job as a censor to observe the etiquette of the previous court. Liu Yushi did nothing wrong on the surface.

If you are sensible, then the best choice is to take advantage of the steps and accept it now, but if you still refuse to give in, why don't you pretend that I have never killed anyone?
  "This" After hearing the emperor's punishment, Liu Yushi still felt that the punishment was too light. Just when he was about to stand up and try harder, a look full of murderous intent suddenly fell on him!
  The hairs on my body started to explode!

As if his neck was stuck, with everything he wanted to say in his stomach, Liu Yushi twisted his neck with difficulty and looked in the direction of his gaze.
  At the front of the martial arts class, the Taiwei was squinting his eyes, resting his hand on Taizu's sword, looking at himself with neither joy nor sorrow.
  Damn!
  Since I was educated in Mongolia, I have gone smoothly to the censor. How could I, who has always been called a prodigy and a talented man, endure such grievances? Well, since you bully the small with the big, then don't worry about me calling others!

Liu Yushi turned his head and looked at his immediate boss and the chief assistant Li Yan sitting in the front of the class, but no one paid attention to him. They all closed their eyes and rested. Even his own teacher was unwilling to look. Take a look at yourself
  Liu Yushi suddenly woke up, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, and collapsed to the ground dejectedly.
  A young censor whose official career has stopped here will naturally not be taken seriously by the civil and military officials. That is to say, Gao Kecheng, a new official in the officialdom whose father died young and no one specially taught him, will be beaten to death by a brick on the street. Five petty officials were intimidated. But after all, he is only fifteen years old, and he still has a long time to grow up.
  Under Xia Shouzhong's eyes, Liu Yushi was dragged away by the Han general like a dead dog. This is what the temple is like. The loser does not deserve sympathy, let alone one who actively plays to death.
  After all, Liu Yushi's incident was just a small episode. The interrupted Minister of the Ministry of Justice continued to report the good things done by the Ministry of Justice in the past month in a weird tone. The officials in the literary class continued to shake their heads while appreciating the memorial, as if nothing happened just now. Same.

Wu Ban was much more energetic than before, and the officials and dignitaries surrounding Gao Kecheng began to whisper to him some common sense in officialdom.
  Lest the majestic and high-ranking marquis should be intimidated by a seventh-grade official again!

Jiuqing quickly reported on the results of the previous month's work.

Overall, it's pretty good. Although China's Jiuzhou relies entirely on the monsoon for its livelihood, some natural disasters will inevitably occur, but they are all within controllable limits. If a disaster of this scale occurs, neighboring counties will support each other to avoid disasters. There is no need to use the work-for-work relief method. All you need to do is stay in the resettlement place and eat some relief food from the court.
  Well, this is what Jia Hui admires most about Da Qi. He always maintains vigilance and surveillance over local officials.

The factory guards in this dynasty are not the iron rice bowl passed down from family to family like the previous Ming Dynasty. Except for some professional and technical positions such as prison work, interrogation and torture, and meritorious children, the vast majority of embroidered warriors are specially adopted orphans for specialized training, and only a handful of Jianghu robbers sell themselves and seek refuge with good people.
  This also means that although the strength of the factory guard is not necessarily the best in the world, it will always be maintained in an absolutely sufficient state.

In addition, the Chen royal family of this dynasty always maintained a direct army of more than [-] soldiers and a prosperous direct civil and military force. This also gave the emperor the confidence to suppress Jiangshan Sheji.

However, it is not all surveillance. Similarly, the factory guards who are sent to monitor local officials are also the biggest help to local officials and the confidence to fight against local powerful people.

Local officials are well aware of this, and since Daqi also maintains integrity with high salaries, there is no need to risk ruining one's reputation and reuniting with the three tribes for some dispensable money.
  As the Chief Minister of Dali Temple concluded his report, the routine procedure of the Dali Temple meeting came to an end.

Turning his head slightly to look at the sunshine outside the palace, Jia Hui yawned and found that it had been an hour and a half since he had reported and it was already broad daylight.

These civil servants are really good at talking.
  Jia Hui's mood was very complicated. He didn't know whether to admire them for being able to stand there and shout passionately for an hour and a half despite their age, or to despise their memorial for being smelly and long.
  "Huh huh? Is it over?" The emperor, who had not spoken for a long time, was shaken awake by Xia Shouzhong, who had been prepared for it. He smacked his mouth in confusion.
  Fortunately, it was blocked by a curtain that allowed Li Xian, Jia Hui and the kings to see clearly what was going on inside. Otherwise, there would have been a bunch of iron-headed censors who had waited two days for the court to come out and impeach the emperor for his misconduct!
  As if they had a tacit understanding, Jia Hui, who was a little speechless, looked at each other, and Li Yan, who was also a little helpless, sighed at the same time.
  Although it is much easier to make a life under the emperor than under the emperor. As long as you don't do things out of the ordinary, the emperor won't even pay attention to you.

The emperor is actually very smart, and he studies the imperial art very hard. However, he has a strong theoretical foundation but cannot practice it in practice, so he is not suitable to be the emperor.
  It can only be said that fortunately the dynasty is now at its peak. If it had been the late Song Dynasty in the previous life, it would not have been another Huizong!

But in general, the emperor is still deeply loved by civil and military nobles because of his kind temperament. In the past few years, when the emperor was in power, the situation of martial arts was reduced a lot. But since the emperor ascended the throne, Affected by his tolerant temperament, everyone spoke softly, let alone fought.
  Therefore, the emperor's slightly impolite actions should be treated as if they never happened.

Next it was time for the envoys to perform.

I saw the Japanese envoy Nijo Yukira wearing the official attire, sobbing softly, and hurried out in front of the Korean envoy to the center of the hall. The angry Korean envoy was furious, you, a traitor, dare to show up to me, the filial son and the most loyal feudal lord in the world. How could it be unreasonable to leave work before?
  If this wasn't the imperial court, I would definitely blow your eyes out!

Nijo Yukira didn't know what the North Korean envoy was thinking, but looking at his gloomy eyes was not a good thing anyway, but now he really can't care so much. The situation on Nobunaga's side is not optimistic!

"Your Excellency, Foreign Minister Fujiwara, Minister Nijo Yukira, pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor! May His Majesty the Emperor live happily ever after!" Nijo Yukira fell to his knees with a cry in his voice as if he had been greatly wronged.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Jia Hui looked at Nijo Yukira who was kneeling in the center of the hall with some confusion, covering his face with his sleeves and sobbing.

Even when North Korean envoys complained to the emperor to express their loyalty, they knew to complete the diplomatic procedures between the emperor and foreign ministers before they started crying. You...
  "Why is this minister weeping?" The emperor was also confused by Nijo Yukiro's behavior. "Foreign Minister. Foreign Minister is crying for the common people in our country who are suffering from the war." Nijo Yukira suddenly raised his head and looked at the emperor behind the curtain with some stubbornness.

"Bold!"

"presumptuous!"

"Japanese slaves are rude!"

"Your Majesty, the Japanese envoy has offended Tian Yan, please kill him!"

Witnessing the Japanese envoy's retaliation, the courtiers immediately became furious, glaring at Nijo Yukira and constantly scolding them.
  No one cared what Nijo Yukira just said.
  Jia Hui, who was sitting at the front, was a little surprised by Nijo Yukira's boldness. In his impression, this very thin and typical public servant had always been a person who when he beat Taira Nobunaga, he would always cry and beg himself not to beat him again. sissy.

But he didn't expect that this thin body, which looked like it would be knocked down by the wind, contained such great courage.

His performance today really overturned his impression here.
  "My lords, you only saw and heard that the foreign minister was directly attacking Tianyan, but you didn't hear what the foreign minister said at all. Why is the foreign minister crying?" Nijo Yukira suddenly raised his upper body and looked around without fear. A circle of civil servants from the Celestial Dynasty stood up and glared at him. He suppressed the fear in his heart and forced himself to look at them.

"Hmph, isn't it your fault that the people in your country are suffering from the war? What does it have to do with our empire!" An old civil servant who didn't know the truth jumped out and scolded righteously.

After hearing his words, the people at the forefront of the civil and military classes fell silent.

This matter really has something to do with my country.

"My lord, your words are wrong!" Nijo Yukira's eyes lit up when his plan succeeded. Finally, a fish was taken!
  "Master Langzhong, isn't it the Celestial Dynasty that supports the Ashikaga family in launching a war!" Nijo Yukiro looked like "Why do you still ask questions knowingly?", glaring at the old man sadly and angrily.

"Nonsense! I am a dynasty. I am a dynasty." Just when the old man was about to look back at the reactions of his superiors to decide how to scold him, he found that the cabinet ministers, ministers, ministers, ministers, and ministers from the martial arts class were all there. Close your eyes and rest your mind, no one dares to look at him
  "Uh." The old man was stunned on the spot, but the experience gained from many years of hard work in the officialdom made him immediately change his topic.

"Hmph, why doesn't China interfere with others and only interferes with your country? If you don't make mistakes, will that country interfere with you? Sometimes you have to find the reasons from yourself, and don't rely on China for everything!" The old man blushed. Face, out of desperation, I raked it over.

In the literary class, several ministers opened their eyes and looked at each other.

Well, Xiao Chu is a good person, and he should be put to good use in the future.

"But, why can't the Oda family take responsibility for the mistakes that the Oda family made? Why should they vent their anger on the people of our country!" Nijo Yukira slapped him down when he heard what Mr. Chu said. He saw the people around him. The mocking eyes of the Qi courtiers, and an unspeakable shame appeared in his heart.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. It doesn't matter what happens to the Oda clan. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Oda clan has already eviled the Celestial Dynasty, so they choose to continue to support the Ashikaga clan. The Oda clan is about to be destroyed. Death is not a pity, but... the people What a shame!
  The [-]-year-old Nijo Yukira's heart of protecting the country and protecting the people has not yet been wiped out!

He decided to risk it all!
  No longer confronting Mr. Chu, Nijo Yukira turned around and looked at the figure at the forefront of the martial arts class. As if possessed by the eight million gods and demons and millions of citizens in his hometown, Nijo Yukira took a deep breath. Throw your body in front of that figure
  "Master Taiwei, I beg you, the Oda family has offended you, and you can do whatever you want to do with it, but what are the people of our country to blame? Please let them go! Wow." Nijo Yukiyoshi, the seat leader of Masado, could not kneel down. Dujuan cried like blood. Because she was crying, her body twitched from time to time. At this time, even some civil and military officials in Daqi couldn't help but feel pity.
  Jia Hui, the person involved, also opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Nijo Yukiro with an expression neither happy nor sad.

"The Oda clan rebelled against the superiors, intending to overthrow and replace the Ashikaga shogunate, which was enthroned by the Celestial Empire. They even came to me with such arrogance and said that they could replace me.
  Oh, originally under the management of the Ashikaga clan, the people of your country could be considered to be living and working in peace and contentment. However, in the past few years, the battle between the Hosokawa clan, the leader of the shogunate, and other daimyo caused chaos in your country. Could it be that the Celestial Dynasty also caused this? "Jia Hui looked at Nijo Yukira, with the corners of his mouth raised in mockery.

"We, the Celestial Empire, thought it was just an ordinary rebellion that would be over in four or five years, but who knew it would become more and more intense. All kinds of careerists kept fanning the flames and adding fuel to this turmoil, which allowed this rebellion to continue. For decades!" Jia Hui paused.

"What does this mean, Secretary Nijo?"

Nijo Yukira remained silent. He knew very well what this meant.

"This means that the people of your country are suffering from the war. In the final analysis, it is caused by you yourself!" Jia Hui sneered.

"Now, we, the Celestial Empire, cannot bear to let the people of the vassal state fall into hell on earth and suffer from displacement and war. So we continue to support the Ashikaga clan, who have always been close to the dynasty, to reorganize the mountains and rivers of the vassal state and save the people of the vassal state from water and fire. middle!
  Mr. Nijo, can you tell me what we, the Celestial Empire, are doing and thinking, are there anything wrong? "Jia Hui stood up and walked step by step towards Nijo Yukira, who was still kneeling in the center of the hall.

Nijo Yukira was speechless.

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