Daming: The most ruthless tyrant in history

Chapter 27 The Great Court Meeting (1)

In late September of the first year of Taichang, the emperor stayed in the inner court for a long time and did not come to the court. For a while, the government and the public were talking a lot, and the emperor gathered in front of the emperor to convene a large court meeting.

The Forbidden City at dawn is chilly, and the sudden wind blows, making people feel chilly.

The morning sun is faintly appearing in the sky, black and white coexist, very much like the Ming Dynasty nowadays, without the light shining, the vitality will not be so vigorous.

Zhu Youxiao yawned, leaning on the cushion that Long Yu had put on, his sour and reddish eyes made Zhu Youxiao feel a little uncomfortable.

Whoever stays up late, lies in a comfortable bed, and is woken up before dawn will not be in a good mood.

It is no wonder that many emperors of the Ming Dynasty were unwilling to go to court.

Through the twelve crowned pearls in front of him, he scanned the crowd marching in front of the emperor. The heads made Zhu Youxiao feel dizzy. When he looked up at the still-dark sky, Zhu Youxiao was filled with emotion.

The emperor is also a human being. Even if he has the power of life and death, he can do things over and over again for a long time, and sometimes he wants to be lazy.

What's more, in Zhu Youxiao's eyes, the Ming Dynasty's court system is indeed somewhat contrary to human nature. It not only tosses the emperor, but also tosses the ministers.
Not to mention that the system has been passed down to the present, and has gradually changed its taste. Most of the time, it is just a mere coping, and it does not solve practical problems at all.

In such a special period, Zhu Youxiao did not have so much time and energy to engage in political performances with the civil servants of the outer dynasty.

slap~
The ear-piercing sound of whipping sounded, and Zhu Youxiao looked at the courtiers gathered outside the Huangji Gate with firm eyes. Unlike the first early court meeting held this time, the scale of the grand court meeting held this time was larger, and Zhu Youxiao knew better in his heart that he had always The court situation under his pressure will definitely react today.

"Your Majesty is here!"

Under the first singing of the imperial eunuch Wei Zhongxian, and after singing one after another, Zhu Youxiao, wearing the emperor's official uniform, holding the emperor's sword in his hand, walked towards the throne set up by the Huangji Gate.

At that time, all the civil and military officials gathered outside the Huangji Gate were holding court scepters and standing in the courtroom with their heads slightly bowed. Under the autocratic imperial power with strict etiquette, on such an important occasion, they dared to make any slight movement, ranging from minor to minor. The censor who was impeached, removed from office, and participated in the imperial meeting was not a show-off!
"Kneel~"

"Bye~"

Zhu Youxiao, who was sitting on the throne, looked around at the civil and military officials gathered outside the Huangji Gate. He followed the sounds everywhere and paid homage to the emperor according to the etiquette.

The black crowd swayed.

Zhu Youxiao's expression showed no joy or sorrow, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a complete set of etiquette procedures went down, this grand meeting kicked off.

It was the same as Zhu Youxiao expected.

The Dachaohui has just started, and the few things that were requested to be played are related to the tomb of Emperor Daxing Zhu Changluo, the posthumous titles and temple names of the two emperors of Daxing, the moving of the Zigong tomb of Emperor Daxing, and the tomb of Emperor Taichang. Zhu Changluo's imperial pole collapsed suddenly, so some matters could only be drawn up in the new king's reign before they could be done in time.

Zhu Youxiao's attitude towards these retreat-type matters with many rules and involving etiquette is very clear, just follow the opinions of Yousi.

Matters related to this part are more for the living to see, rather than for the dead. People are dead, no matter how much you do, can the dead see it?
Just the above-mentioned matters took more than half an hour to discuss in the court meeting. It could be explained clearly in a few sentences, but it had to be docile and full of nonsense.

It was completely bright.

Zhu Youxiao, who was sitting on the throne, felt sore all over his body. Wearing the emperor's gown with many accessories and heavy weight, anyone would feel uncomfortable if he sat still for a long time.

"With such inefficiency, if something big happens, everything will stop."

Looking around at the imperial court with no end in sight, Zhu Youxiao frowned slightly, "No wonder the imperial power needs to be concentrated to curb the excessive growth of ministerial power. Everything is done according to the ideas of the civil servants. Unification is a joke."

Wei Zhongxian, who was standing beside him, caught a glimpse of the emperor frowning slightly from the corner of his eye, and knew that the emperor had some dissatisfaction with this grand court meeting.

"Qizou Your Majesty, I have something to play!"

In the courtroom, Zhang Wenda, the imperial censor of Zuodu, held the imperial hut, bowed his head and walked out of the courtroom. Immediately, countless eyes focused on Zhang Wenda.

"Your Majesty summoned the nobles in Jingjing to enter the palace and set up the Royal Guards' Governor's Mansion. I feel that it is inappropriate."

Zhang Wenda, who walked to the front of the imperial court, held the wat and bowed to the emperor, and said in a sonorous tone: "The imperial city and the imperial guards of the palace city are under the jurisdiction of the guards, and the powers and responsibilities are clearly defined. Set up the so-called Royal Guards Governor's Mansion..."

Zhang Wenda was talking loudly, and the group of eunuchs and Han generals who were standing in awe followed him and passed on what Zhang Wenda had played so that the ministers who were far away could hear it. The court class gathered outside Huangji Gate followed. What Zhang Wenda said inevitably caused some commotion.

Many people know that the main show is about to be staged.

Zhang Wenda had already submitted a memorial before, but was rejected by Zhu Youxiao.

The Royal Guards Governor's Mansion is specially set up. One is to isolate the inner court from the outer court. After Da said a few words, Zhu Youxiao took back his order. Isn't this a straight drop of status?

"barge!"

Zhu Youxiao stared at Zhang Wenda and said concisely.

This statement caused Zhang Qingzhen and Wei Shitai, who were listed in front of the emperor, to frown slightly. The imperial meeting was held today. As the senior officials of the Royal Guards Governor's Mansion, they were responsible for guarding everything in front of the imperial court. They thought that the imperial meeting would not be successful. Just do what you're supposed to do and don't expect to encounter something like this.

Employing people is a science. You want the subordinates to be loyal, but you don't want to back them up and guarantee them. There is no such good thing in the world.

Neither will the emperor!
Once or twice, people's hearts will be scattered. Facing such a leader, who dares to do things sincerely?
"Your Majesty, this matter is related to..."

Seeing that his performance was refuted by the emperor, Zhang Wenda became agitated, kneeling in front of the imperial court and trying to argue.

"Your Majesty, I have my heart set on what to do!!"

At this moment, a slightly trembling voice sounded from a morning shift far away, which attracted the attention of many people.

who is he?

Under the gaze of many doubtful people, Wang Sheng's heart beat rapidly. He walked out of the courtroom holding the imperial scepter and was stared at by so many people. This feeling was very unpleasant.

"Your Majesty! What if..."

Hearing that Zhang Wenda was still talking, Wang Sheng, who was walking towards the imperial court, didn't care so much at the moment, and shouted again: "Qizou Your Majesty, I have a book to play!!"

Zhang Wenda's voice stopped abruptly, and a displeasure gathered between his eyebrows. Zhang Wenda, who wanted to look back, remembered the etiquette system and did not turn his head.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Youxiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly. His uncle Wang Sheng appeared. This great meeting has really begun. The rhythm must be in his own hands. What does it mean if your Donglin Party keeps attacking?
(End of this chapter)