Chapter 335: How many buildings are in the smoke and rain

Chen Xian also knew in his heart that a large part of these people were above the court, and they showed great deference to themselves, leaving the court, leaving under their noses, they were extravagant and indulgent.

For example, which minister is talking about himself behind his back, which minister is secretly corrupt, which minister is married to a little wife, etc., as an emperor, you can know it at the first time.

But Chen Xian knows better that since ancient times, monarchs and ministers have just been the truth of the master raising cats and mice! The king is a cat keeper, the courtier is a cat, if you want the cat to be obedient to catch mice for yourself, you must let the cat taste the sweetness, and there is almost no cat in the world that does not steal fish, if you have a good cat, some things are also to turn a blind eye!

Chen Xian hung on the wall of his Qinzheng Hall on the side, "If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if people are observed, there will be no disciples!"

It is used to remind and spur himself at all times, neither can he be a tyrant like a tyrant, nor can he be a puppet emperor who is just kind and cowardly, and is led by the nose by his courtiers.

What he wants to do is to be a wise monarch who can not only override the ministers, but also often enjoy with the courtiers!

Keep yourself and your courtiers at a short distance, and occasionally be distant, so that they can be fearful and afraid of themselves,

Occasionally, I should be close to them, and beware of them not daring to speak the truth.

This kind of easy control is also part of the Emperor's Art!

For these courtiers who are more delicate than Miss Qianjin, Chen Xian ostensibly led them to pray for the blessings of the people, but in fact, he let them experience the days without high beds and soft pillows, and the golden pavilion and silver windows.

He deliberately told Zhiyi in advance not to prepare too comfortable rooms for them, and only to give them a meal, not to have a little bit of meat, so that they all took off their brocade clothes and changed into coarse cloth ramie clothes and monk shoes.

In the early morning, he called Chun'an to take the forbidden army from room to room to inform the ministers to get up and chant sutras, until noon, after the ministers ate a fast meal with clear soup and little water, in the afternoon, they had to help the temple clean the courtyard, and in the evening, there were still green vegetables and white rice without oil.

After dinner, they had to chant until late at night.

On the third day,

Some courtiers with poor physique really couldn't stand the early morning and greedy and dark chanting, the fatigue of work, and the clear soup and low water hungry meals, so they couldn't hold on anymore.

Late at night, when I returned to my residence, I fell headlong on the bed, snorting tiredly!

There was dissatisfaction and anger towards the emperor in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

On the sixth day, when chanting in the morning, four or five courtiers said that they were sick and took leave, not because they were not afraid of the emperor's punishment, but because several of them were really sick!

All the ministers thought that the emperor was going to be angry with a few people, but unexpectedly, the emperor exempted a few people from chanting for two days.

Then he asked the rest of the courtiers, "How are you Aiqing doing these days?!"

Ministers, look at me, I look at you, I am all aggrieved in my heart, but I dare not speak.

Chen Xian knew everyone's concerns and grievances, so he said to everyone: "It doesn't hurt to say anything in your heart, the widow will never blame you, you have no jokes!"

Then he called Lord Duan, the supervisor of the middle scrivener, and told him: "Lord the middle secretary, it seems uncomfortable for the widow to see your neck moving around, I don't know why?!"

Lord Duan, the supervisor of the middle book, covered his neck with one hand, and stepped forward to reply: "Return to Your Majesty, Your Majesty...... His head fell from the pillow at night! Caused by broken muscles!"

After the Lord Zhongshu finished speaking, the rest of the courtiers saw that the emperor was listening attentively, so they all came forward to complain to the emperor, saying: "The fasting meal is too light, chanting and cleaning the courtyard during the day, and being hungry at night!" I fell asleep hungry several times!"

The one said, "I was working in coarse cloth clothes, and I had a rash all over my body!"

Chen Xian listened to them finish speaking one after another, and then bowed his head slightly, and said to the ministers: "The ministers have worked hard! It's a lack of thought on the part of the widow! Isn't that how about the widow compensating you?!"

The ministers thought that the emperor was unhappy with them in his heart, and considered the face of the official family, so they stopped complaining again, blaming Master Zhiyi for the fault.

"Don't dare to be a minister! This matter must be the negligence of Master Zhiyi, and it has nothing to do with Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty! It's good to wait for a few days to go back and raise it. Such a small injury is not enough to worry about!" A few of them will talk on the back.

Chen Xian took a deep breath, turned to look at everyone and sneered, his tone changed suddenly, and he said sharply: "Important ministers of the imperial court!" Pillars of the Nation! Local justice! That's what you look like now?!"

When everyone heard this, they knew that they had been stabbed in the hornet's nest again, and they all stood motionless with their heads down.

"You keep saying that you are willing to be loyal to your country, and you will die! Let you get up in the morning and chant the sutra is to let you set an example for all the officials in the world, let you put on the coarse cloth clothes of the common people to clean the courtyard, sleep on the hard board bed and cover the rough bedding so that you can experience the suffering of the people, as for letting you eat chaff vegetables, it is also for some of you who are physically blessed, after all, a court official has a big belly and a shiny face, which is not good for the body? It's not good for the country's social welfare! Eat some wild vegetables and white porridge occasionally, you can't bear it so much, if one day my Chen Guo's fortunes decline, won't you want to sell the lord to seek glory?!" Chen Xian angrily rebuked the ministers.

When the courtiers below heard this, they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

They all knelt on the ground in a hurry, bowing their heads and repenting.

One by one, they all said that in the future, they should take His Majesty as an example, advocate frugality, reduce food and clothing, and experience the suffering of the people.

"That's it, you are the love of the widow, you are at fault, that is, the widow is at fault, and the widow kneels in front of the Buddha with you and sincerely repents!" After Chen Xian finished speaking, he walked quickly to the front of the futon and knelt down.

Seeing this, the ministers all knelt down one after another, and several ministers wept bitterly while repenting.

Chen Xian looked at the statue of Buddha in front of him, thinking about how he had gone all the way, from a grass man to a general to an emperor.

For his own ambitions, he hurt and was forced to hurt many people, on the battlefield, in the officialdom, and in the court...... Especially the dead Xiao Zhong and his wife, they are afraid that they will not dare to face them after they die.

Only when people are in the Buddha Gate and face the Buddha who is compassionate and helps the world, will they remember that they have sinned deeply!

So he begged for the Buddha's forgiveness!

At this moment, he regarded himself as both an emperor and an ordinary person!

The world only knows that the emperor built the temple for the people of the world, and the courtiers only know that the emperor built the temple to consolidate the regime, but few people know that he did it for himself!

Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain!