In the whole of Kyoto, the first person to know that the Metropolitan Procuratorate collectively impeached Fan Xian, who was a popular man in the court, was not someone else, but Fan Xian himself. When His Majesty didn't see those movements, Fan Xian knew that he was already standing on the cusp.

Mu Tie sat on the chair opposite Fan Xian in an orderly manner, and said, "It was the head of the Imperial Palace of the Imperial Court last night, because there is a confirmation procedure below, so it was sent to the department today." ”

A section of the Supervision Yuan is responsible for secretly monitoring the movements of hundreds of officials, and the imperial historians jointly wrote such a big movement, if the officials in one place can't detect it immediately, Fan Xian is only afraid that he will start the second rectification in anger. He nodded, flicked the paper in his hand, and asked curiously, "That's all for these charges?"

Mu Tie found that Lord Tisi didn't seem to care, and couldn't help frowning and said, "My lord, don't underestimate it, after all, ......"

He stopped talking and didn't say any more, Fan Xian raised his head and glanced at him, with a hint of banter in his eyes, and said, "Do you think that this official can really afford these crimes?"

It is clearly written on the recital of the imperial historian, Fan Xian accepted how many silver taels from many people in just one month of being in charge of one place, how many suspects were released privately, and connived at the violence of his subordinates on the street, the latter thing is only related to the face of the court, and the first two things are real crimes, those silver tickets handed to Fan Xian through the Liu family are always well documented, and those officials who have been arrested by the Supervision Yuan and then let go are impossible to hide from the world.

These charges are enough to remove any official.

Fan Xian rubbed his eyebrows, he was busy for a day today, but he encountered such a major event at night, and he was really a little annoyed in his heart: "The imperial historian of our Daqing Dynasty, two duck's mouths, a sheep's heart, and a soft rice eater, when did he become so fearless of the powerful? Or is this official not powerful enough now?

Mu Tie couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard this, because the Supervision Yuan had always looked down on the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but he forcibly held back his smile, thinking that the last two rhetorical questions of Lord Tisi were a little knowing, in today's Kyoto, Xiao Fan is a noble person, and everyone knows it.

This is actually a point that Fan Xian doesn't understand, why do those imperial historians of the Imperial Court have the courage to offend themselves for no reason, their methods these days have been relatively gentle, and they haven't touched the face of these people, and their holy family is gradually rising these days, aren't these people afraid of making the saint unhappy?

Mu Tie looked at his face, knew what he was guessing, and explained: "My lord, this is the practice of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, they have always acted against the Supervision Yuan, Qinglu gave them this power, and His Majesty has been suppressing the secret means of the Supervision Yuan, so every few rì, those poor and sour talents will always find fault with our courtyard, but ......" He frowned, "I didn't expect them to have the courage to directly target adults, and the charges were so heavy." ”

Fan Xian reached into the teacup, dipped a few drops of cold residual tea, and rubbed it on his eyebrows, the brightness made him calm down a little.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate is a very special institution. In the previous dynasty, the Imperial Court was the highest supervision, impeachment and construction organ in the imperial court, and the chief was the left and right capital imperial history, and there were deputy capital imperial history and foreign capital imperial history. In accordance with local jurisdiction, it is divided into supervising the imperial history, patrolling prefectures and counties, and specializing in the investigation and impeachment of officials.

In Zhuang Mohan's "Notes on Officials", it was once written that the Metropolitan Procuratorate of the Great Wei Dynasty was: "The Imperial History Vocational College corrected the hundred divisions, identified the wrongs, and supervised the various ways, which was the division of discipline for the ears and eyes of the Son of Heaven." Whoever is evil, villainous to form a party, and a rebel is impeached. Anyone who is obscene and corrupt in official discipline shall be impeached. Those who are not academically correct, who write and say that they become chaotic and become constitutional, and who want to use them, will be impeached. In case of Hajj and inspection, the same officials and the Ministry of Ministers were deposed. The heavy prisoners of the big prison will be in the outer court, and the criminal department and Dali will be peaceful. They serve the hinterland, follow the outside world, and act in their own way. Thirteen Ways to supervise the imperial history, the main investigation and correction of the official evil of the internal and external departments, or the impeachment of the seal, or the impeachment of the seal and the general constitution of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. ”

Qingguo's Metropolitan Procuratorate is far from the scenery of the previous dynasty, and the function of supervising the imperial history and inspecting the counties has been removed, and the trial power has been transferred to the Criminal Department and Dali Temple, and most of the power such as supervising the counties and secretly supervising officials has been transferred to the supervision court established by Chen Pingping.

Who is the official? It's a man. What do men like the most? In addition to beauty, power is power, so today's Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procuratorate always has a trace of envy and hatred for the Supervision Yuan, which has robbed most of its power, this deformed behemoth, and perhaps these scholars are still nostalgic for the glory of the Metropolitan Procuratorate in the history of a long time ago, so they rely on their privilege to speak and sin and impeach the officials of the Supervision Yuan from time to time.

However, with the seemingly poisonous eyes of Old Chen Lao's cripple, these imperial historians have been at peace for a long time. Why did these imperial histories suddenly make trouble? Fan Xian thought a little cautiously.

The dominance of the Supervision Yuan in the supervision body does not mean that the Metropolitan Procuratorate has lost its influence on the government, the so-called public mouth sells money, and the three of them become tigers, even the eldest princess will be forced out of the palace by Fan Xian's thousands of "speech papers", it is conceivable that words are enough to kill officials. Most of the imperial histories in the Imperial Court were from poor families, and they were extremely supported by the scholars, and when they wrote to the imperial history, they would always attract the echo of the scholars in the world, and a round of verbal attacks would always be checked by the imperial court, even if the results were not found in the end, but the official who was covered in sewage could no longer stand on the court in a dignified manner.

Fan Xian sneered, and knew what the problem was in a turn of his mind, it seemed that the Supervision Yuan was secretly investigating the problem between Xinyang and His Second Highness, and the rumors had been revealed. He remembered clearly that the former Zuodu Yushi who wanted to break his legs on the order of the eldest princess in the Criminal Department was a little white face raised by the eldest princess, and the talented man He Zongwei, who was secretly investigating, was now also in the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

After a while, the secret music sent to the palace had already been echoed, Fan Xian glanced at the box wrapped in golden cotton pads, shook his head, and opened it to see that there was only a white paper inside, and two words were written on the white paper.

"Ann. ”

............ Fan Xian's surname is Fan Mingxian...... The word is safe!

Now he can naturally think that this word should have been taken by the emperor himself back then, and he couldn't help frowning, not knowing what the saint meant. When he was playing the secret recital, he knew that the emperor would definitely temporarily suppress the deficit in the inner treasury that he played, but suddenly there was more impeachment in the book on the imperial history platform, which made him mistaken, thinking that the emperor was letting himself endure this breath.

"No, I can't. Fan Xian shook his head and said to Mu Tie: "Check those pretentious and honest imperial histories, since I am corrupt and pervert the law, then naturally I have to come and not get along...... Indecent also. ”

Mu Tie was a little surprised, and responded: "Dean Chen once instructed that the recital of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is like listening to a dog barking, and don't pay attention to him...... Because the palace did not want the Supervision Yuan to go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so as not to look bad on the face, and in order to open up the way of speech, His Majesty has not given the Supervision Yuan the power to arrest the speech officials. ”

Fan Xian snorted: "This time I'm not just calling, I'm already ready to bite me with my mouth open, and I still care about the face of the court." I'll let you investigate, and if you find out the problem, you won't do it yourself, of course, you will throw it to Dali Temple and the Criminal Department, even if your majesty can't press it...... What is that wall on the outside of one of our houses for?"

Mu Tie was extremely happy in his heart, the people of the Supervision Yuan had been waiting for this day for a long time, and the god was ordered to leave the mansion a hundred times, and he went to arrange for the secret agents to start investigating the lawlessness of the imperial historians of the Imperial Inspectorate.

―――――――――――――――――――――― second rì, Fan Xian played a good day of health mahjong at home, rewarded a day of good rain, and didn't take the impeachment of the imperial historians seriously, but Wan'er Ruoruo, who knew the news from his mouth, was a little anxious, because everyone knew the importance of the official voice.

It wasn't until the news of the impeachment of Fan Xian had spread throughout Kyoto, and the Zhongshu had already transcribed the impeachment and sent it to Fan's mansion, that Fan Xian pretended to know about it, his face was full of shock and anger, but he still slept very sweetly at night.

Early in the morning, Fan Xian went out of the house, according to the rules, the officials who were impeached by the imperial historians must first put down the work at hand and fold themselves to defend themselves, but he did not do things according to this rule, but Shi Shiran went to the Xinfeng Pavilion and led the family to launch an offensive against the delicious Jietang buns.

This matter has caused an uproar in Kyoto City, and no one knows what kind of means he, a popular man in the dynasty, will choose to fight back, because this time the imperial history collective book is obviously prepared, and the charges of impeachment are bitten to death, and even the officials who have been in and out of one place in this month have been clearly investigated.

But no one expected that Fan Tisi would not attack the imperial historians, but would attack the meat buns.

Fourth, the rain finally stopped, and Fan Xian led the family to the suburbs to enjoy the chrysanthemums, and before the world, he went to play with the small daisies that bloomed with his fingers.

............ It stands to reason that at this time, Zhongshu should come up with His Majesty's will, to check or not to check? Ask, or not to ask? Whether it is to wake up Lord Xiao Fan, who has become popular too quickly in this year, or to denounce the imperial historians of the Imperial Procuratorate, His Majesty must always have an attitude! During the court discussion, Yan Xingshu, the secretary of the ministry, finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked cautiously, where did he know that the emperor's majesty just snorted from his nose and didn't react at all.

The scene was so awkwardly deadlocked, and the righteous solemnity of the imperial historians of the Metropolitan Inspectorate gradually turned into embarrassment, planning to jointly write again, and preparing to draw the same year in the ranks of the Korean Chinese officials, and at the same time to mobilize the students of Taixue.