The ministers congratulated, and the new monarch ascended the throne. Those who were still alive were also cordially received by the Emperor, who told them that although he was also a member of the clan, he had come and had passed a little special means (rebellion). It's a pity that the emperor doesn't think that the status of the clan should be improved a little, but it is still too arrogant to be broken into the palace to kill the whole family and then leave, so based on the consideration of their personal safety, Zhaoqian decided to send 100 personal soldiers to their prince level and 70 personal soldiers to the county king level. In order to ensure their personal safety, of course, the money of the pro-soldiers was deducted from their money. The clan relatives were grateful, and they all said on the spot that the throne was the inseparable property of Chai Zhaoqian himself, and they were willing to protect the safety of his property.

Roy was ordered to enter the palace to meet him, and before he entered the palace gate, he saw the clansmen with extremely ugly faces. According to the general rules of officialdom, ministers are not allowed to have private contact with their clansmen, but the Ministry of Rites, unlike other departments, is responsible for the main matters of the sacrifice, so there are also one or two county kings who can speak. "King Qinghe, your face seems to be very ugly." "Luo Shilang, today His Majesty summoned us to the palace for discussion, no, just came out." "Then we'll write to each other another day, this street is really not the place to talk." "What does an epistle do? I'm about to leave Gyeonggi, so you're going to have to drink my practice wine. "Since His Highness has spoken, the minister must go."

After some conversation, Roy knew that what was waiting for him would not be easy, he took a deep breath, and followed the guide to the inner servant on the same stone road a year ago, he felt that his steps were as heavy as a year ago, but he was facing two emperors. "Minister, Roy, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, see Your Majesty." "Kun Yue, you're here. Throne! The chamberlain brought a chair, and as soon as Roy got on the chair, he heard the emperor say: "That's the case, what about me, I have a fiancée among the people, who is the daughter of Cheng in Fuping County, you see, is there any way for me to marry her as a queen?" Roy lowered his head and was silent, and when the emperor saw that he didn't react, he shook his head and smiled, and began to correct the twists and turns, and the two of them were in a stalemate.

"Your Majesty, the minister has read ancient books, and there is no precedent for a king to marry a folk woman, and this minister has no way to draw up a process." "I want to hear what you mean." "You can give Lan Xiancheng a virtual knight, but not real power, and it can be regarded as a royal face." He raised his head weakly, and the emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "I don't know what you think, what is the royal face?" Marrying a folk woman will make me lose face? He continued to look at the recital, lowered his head and said, "In the past few days, the Ministry of Rites has also sent me a few letters, and the women on it are all after the clan and the duke. They are the sons and daughters of some rich and noble families, right? A cold sweat suddenly broke out on Roy's back, and he quickly got up from his chair and knelt on the ground: "The queen is the mother of a country, and it is an extremely important position, and after the election of the noble lord, it is only because they know more about the number of court etiquette, and there is no private connection. ”

"Aiqing has been in the Ministry of Rites for decades and has served as two emperors, so I can naturally be trusted." Roy's heart came down from his throat, and Zhao Qian continued. "At the beginning of my accession to the throne, the situation in the court was too complicated, and there were many factions with fierce party disputes, which is not a good thing. I want to marry a commoner woman, just to conform to the will of the people, and break the illusion that these nobles think that they have a place of gold that is more expensive than the common people. Do you understand? My words are the holy decree, I want to marry Lan Yi, my mind has been decided, you are a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and there is no Book of Rites yet, you understand what I mean, right? Roy kowtowed: "Minister, obey the holy will!" Out of the Qinzheng Palace, Roy hurriedly wiped the cold sweat on his head, although this emperor boss always spoke kindly and did not like to lose his temper, but for the previous emperor, it was much more scheming. He took a deep breath, put on that slippery appearance again, and followed the leader out of the palace.

On the court, the sky has just dawned. "Your Majesty, the minister thinks that His Majesty has ascended the throne, and the position of the Middle Palace cannot be vacant." Roy, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, came out to play, and the ministers quieted down, and everyone wanted to hear what he had to say next. "I heard that Your Majesty has already given a dowry in accordance with the rules of the people, and if you have a fiancée, you should get married as soon as possible to correct the dynasty." The courtiers were talking a lot, and they secretly glanced at the emperor out of the corner of their eyes. "At the beginning of Your Majesty's accession to the throne, the country was unstable, and I ask Your Majesty not to insist on going your own way." Standing up was Liu Zhao, a senator of the General Political Department who had retreated to the second line. "Please also ask Your Majesty to consider the people of Limin, we can't fight anymore." Zhao Qian still sat on it without saying a word, and Ren Qiu said: "Your Majesty and that woman have been engaged to Baoding Mansion as early as Baoding, and now Your Majesty is already the king of the world, what, do you want Your Majesty to keep your promise in front of the world?" "The country's foundation is unstable, and what others say doesn't count." Xu Yuan looked around at the ministers, most of these people were the people left over from the time of the first emperor, and they were not good people who turned their backs on the old master. Now it's ridiculous to scare children by scaring them.

"Since Your Majesty is bent on going your own way, and he has taken out some martial artists who have never seen the world to scare the old minister, and the old minister has nothing to say, and I ask Your Majesty to invite the minister. Minister, I can't stay in this smoky court anymore. He knelt down and bowed deeply, and those old ministers also quickly stood up and cried out about how great their contribution was, and they couldn't go on without their country, and now they had to leave the court because of the persecution of the traitorous ministers. Zhao Qian looked at it coldly, his heart was irritable, he originally thought that these people would be honest, at least with their tails between their legs for a while, it seems that these old rascals are determined to give him, the new emperor, a dismount. The ministers were still kneeling there, and Zhao Qian counted the number of people, and there were many officials who had fat differences.

"Well, now that you've decided, I can't stop you. That's it, Gong Lao, the secretary of the ministry, you won't do it anymore, right? Okay, then work hard and write down all these people. In any autumn, you go to Jingcao to see if there are any suitable people who are not corrupt, and if so, give me an excerpt, and I will take a look. Okay, that's it, let's go down. Xu Yuan sent a sergeant to escort this group of people out of Gyeonggi, and they were going to leave that night, and those soft ones were regarded as professional income, Xu Yuan looked at the good-looking ones and asked for them, and the rest was confiscated. In which dynasty are the ministers fragrant, where have they received this kind of treatment? There were a few people with high temperament who wanted to commit suicide by hitting the pillar, Xu Yuan hurriedly sent soldiers to stop them, telling them that the water in the moat was very good, and it was good to die there. Looking at these ruffians, where does it look like a serious officialdom struggle? They just wanted to drive them out, and the old minister resolutely refused to leave, saying that his ancestors had been here for generations, and this was his home. Xu Yuan waved his hand and directly helped them move the grave, of course, he shouldn't help them see feng shui. At this point, those old ministers could only leave Gyeonggi with sad faces.