Chapter 162: Two Kinds of Troubles
Sometimes a person knows how to do it and is best for himself, but for the sake of face, he often holds on.
Ordinary people are still like this, let alone the king of a country, and his face is even greater. Zhu Youzhen was still a young man at this time, and he paid more attention to his face, so it was impossible for him to take the initiative to let Luoyang go.
Fortunately, among the two people, it is enough to have one shameless one, and Zhu Yousong's recital only reached Kaifeng Mansion. The officials of Kaifeng sent Pegasus into Beijing overnight and handed it over to the emperor.
Now that Kaifeng is empty, if the tens of thousands of troops of Heishidu go down the river, there is no way to resist.
Zhu Yousong's letter of repentance was written with great sincerity, scolded himself, and then euphemistically expressed the small grievances in his heart. I didn't forget to describe my previous achievements, and I thought of a good idea for the imperial court.
In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Wang Chengen held a candle and replaced the one that was about to burn out. With such an action, he has already come in tonight and changed three of them.
Looking at Zhu Youzhen, who was frowning and looking sad, Lao Wang felt distressed for a while.
He gently put down the lampshade and said softly: "Long live Lord, it's late at night, your dragon body is important, rest early." β
Zhu Youzhen was still holding the letter, he had memorized it backwards, but he still refused to put it down.
"I thought that I would solve Wei Zhongxian's traitor and purge the court. The world will be on the right track, and I can also work hard to recreate the atmosphere of the time of Taizu Taizong. Who knows, there is an even more hateful little Fu King, and the chaotic people in Shaanxi have also come out of the Taihang Mountains, making trouble everywhere, killing officials and disturbing the people, and it is rampant. Outside the gate, there is a Jiannu Koubian, and the anxious music snowflakes fly into the capital like flakes. β
Speaking of this, Zhu Youzhen's face was already covered with two lines of tears, he stood up and asked, "You say, why did the emperor frolic and play all day long, and the country did not face such a disaster, and I have to face this situation?" Isn't what I did as good as the first emperor? β
Speaking of which, Zhu Youzhen was already crying silently, and the emotional backlog of so many days finally broke out. Wang Chengen's heart was sour, the person in front of him, without the halo of the Son of Heaven, was actually just a seventeen-year-old child. He wiped his tears and said with relief: "Your Majesty, as the saying goes, the predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, when Lord Wanli was there, he left a good foundation for the emperor, but what the emperor left you is such a mess." β
In normal times, Wang Chengen would never dare to say these words, but now in this scene, only the master and servant are present, and he dares to confide in the truth.
Zhu Youzhen felt a little better, raised his sleeves and wiped his tears, picked up Luoyang's "review" again, gritted his teeth hatefully and said: "Today's shame, I will repay it a hundred times!" β
Wang Chengen's face was red, and he stepped forward, and said in a sharp and passionate voice: "The old slave will definitely assist Your Majesty and do his best." β
Zhu Youzhen saw that his tone and expression didn't seem to be fake, and because of Hua Qiu's strange appearance, he had a little prejudice against the eunuch and dissipated. His heart warmed and he said, "May our master and servant not forget the oath we made tonight." β
Getting such trust from the emperor is simply heartfelt, Wang Chengen is in tears, and he only feels that he can grow a few more heads and faces to serve his master. His face was flushed, his heart was agitated, and he secretly made up his mind that he would die for Zhu Youzhen's life, and he would never give up.
Compared with the gloomy clouds in the palace, in the palace of King Fu of Luoyang, it is a different scene.
Zhu Yousong and his subordinates also stayed up all night, but they were elated one by one, because they were "sharing the spoils".
This battle ended in a blur, and the biggest winner was none other than Zhu Yousong. The nearby states and counties are all in control, whether to change officials, and everyone in the palace has a dispute.
Zhao Hong and other radical military attachΓ©s thought that how could they continue to let the officials appointed by the imperial court continue to manage the territory they had desperately grabbed. must be replaced by his own people, even if it is a gardener or a man from the palace, it is better than the people sent by the imperial court and the jinshi.
Zhou Shuye didn't think so, he shrunk his hands in his sleeves, lowered his head and talked eloquently, and said: "A county, who is really in the hands of it, not who looks at who the county master is." It's about looking at who controls the real power in this county.
As long as those officials who do not enter the stream are the people of Henan Mansion itself, then the officials sent by the imperial court are only working for the Fuwang Mansion when they exercise their rights.
In that case, why not. β
Zhao Hong and the others insisted on their own opinions, and they did not have the idea of seeking an official and a half-position for their subordinates, after all, they were born and died with themselves, and now that they have won, how can they forget them.
Zhu Yousong sat on the top, didn't say a word, and thought quietly.
What people on both sides say makes sense, but it doesn't matter, what matters is whether you can take these officials for your own use. After all, he is too short of talents, and he can't really get the Tao alone, so the chicken dog ascends to heaven, and let the subordinates of the palace be the county master.
But he quickly denied his thoughts, hey, vassal king, how could there be a scholar who really went to him.
Liu Yi is an anxious person, seeing that Zhu Yousong closed his eyes and didn't say a word, what did he mean by arguing with this broken family and the scholar.
He slapped the table, stood up, and shouted, "Lord, you have a word!" β
Zhu Yousong was racking his brains, hoping to come up with an idea, but he was frightened, opened his eyes and shuddered, and asked, "What's wrong?" β
"Do we want to get rid of those county officials and let others be them, but we can't chill the hearts of our brothers."
Zhu Yousong was unhappy, and reprimanded coldly: "If you don't make a wish, it will chill your heart, right?" You haven't eaten much with Lao Tzu, so you're in a hurry to enjoy yourself? Shut up!
I, Zhu Yousong, convince people with virtue, don't tempt people with profit, and when my heart is cold, I will find a stove to stick it on, warm and warm! β
Liu Yi rarely lost his temper, so he hurriedly changed his face, and only said flatteringly: "Where is the prince, I am also asking for some rewards for the boys under my command, and I am willing to be a guard commander for the prince for the rest of my life, no two words!" β
", just like you, you still want to be the commander of Lao Tzu, you can go to Xu Erdou to report tomorrow, and follow him to dig a ditch."
Liu Yi looked panicked, he didn't know why, he bumped into Zhu Yousong's head, and he was reduced to being the little brother of Adou's kid. Liu Yi can already think of Xu Erdou's proud face tomorrow, and he will have no face at that time.
But he knew that Zhu Yousong was really angry, and now was not the time to intercede, only when he was angry in a few days, he would come to make amends and admit his mistakes.