Goshidai, which is quite unusual among the various government offices in Kyoto, has not always existed.

It is said to be unusual because in the eyes of thousands of officials in various prefectures and offices in Kyoto, Goshidai's work has always been thankless. The Imperial Historian was responsible for supervising the officials in Kyoto Castle, and could report to the Prime Minister about everything, and could even impeach an official directly in the court and in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

In fact, at the beginning of the establishment of the Yushitai hundreds of years ago, the benevolent and generous Emperor of Bactria once said that if necessary, the imperial historian could impeach the king of the Bactria Dynasty himself in front of the emperor.

Of course, no one has ever dared to do this.

Such power sounds beautiful, but after all, it is a life that offends people. In the disputes in the court, Yushitai has been used as the vanguard of the battle by those bigwigs at a higher level countless times, pulling down many officials from different camps, throwing them into prison, and sending them to the interrogation room of the Zongren Mansion.

But the imperial historians themselves will not end up doing well.

Such a character can't be liked by people. Even those who are high in the eyes of ordinary people don't necessarily like this layer of identity.

However, the people here are referring to the officials who are high in the temple, and the common people who do not usually hold official positions are very welcoming to institutions such as the Goshidai. Their status is humble, and they don't understand and don't need to understand the life and death of those in the court, because their voices are very small, and if there is no existence of those imperial historians, all their words cannot reach the heavens and be known by the world.

It was night, thousands of miles away from Middle-earth, and there were stars in the inky night. These unattainable starlight looks down on the world unchanged for eternity.

Song Rui looked at the stars in the night dome and felt that the air in the spring of March. It's a bit dull.

For several days, he presented the same motion to His Majesty the Emperor at the court meeting.

In the most central institution of Great Xia, only the six departments of soldiers, rituals, workers, households, criminals, and officials, have 865 officials above the seventh grade, not including the palaces of the kings, the princes, the imperial historians, the Zongren mansions, and the palaces of the gods and gods, the Qin Tianjian, and the Si Tianjian. In fact, the responsibilities of many ministries and yamen overlapped, such as the Criminal Department and the Zongren Mansion, the Zongren Mansion and the Divine Imperial Prison, the Terracotta Division, and the Red Cavalry.

This is not only a problem of redundancy of officials, once the people really encounter a big event, they don't even know which yamen to go to.

The proposal put forward by Song Yushi was to abolish some unnecessary yamen, or to merge them into one, which would not only greatly save the expenses of officials, but also improve the efficiency of various ministries and departments.

However, for several days, his motion was rejected by the emperor.

Even from the prime minister, who takes good care of him on weekdays, to all the officials who are qualified to participate in the court meeting, no one agrees with his proposal, let alone speaks for him. Even those of their colleagues in the Imperial History Observatory also felt that they were a little ridiculous.

"Isn't it ridiculous? I don't know about it......

As soon as Song Rui raised his head, he saw the flowers and plants in his back garden, some of them were in full bloom, but some of them showed a defeated appearance after the early spring, and he felt that there was endless bitterness in his mouth.

As soon as the court meeting broke up today, an official who was usually good friends with him found him privately, and persuaded him for most of the hour.

"Everyone knows what you said, after all, how many foolish people can stand in this court? But so many people know that the problem is, have you ever wondered why no one said it?"

"Because no one dares to say it, everyone knows that once it is said, the Shangshu of the six departments will oppose it, and the heads of the admirals of the various prisons and prefectures will oppose it, even Yan Xiang, even if he doesn't oppose it, he won't approve of it, let alone ......"

At this point, the man lowered his voice, his expression became a little more solemn, and he raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "Do you think that a person who is as holy as His Majesty will not understand these things? You must know that the entire Great Xia belongs to His Majesty, whether it is the court or the Liguang Palace, is there anything that happens in Xuanyang City that will not be known to His Majesty? His Majesty pays attention to it all the time, but even he has ...... Well, it's good that you understand. ”

"Brother Wei knows that you are dedicated to sharing the worries of the king and seeking benefits for the people, but everything should have a degree. ”

Song Rui just smiled bitterly at that time, made a gesture, and sent this friend out.

Looking at the man's distant back, some of the words that came to his lips were swallowed back. Ever since he first proposed the bill at the court meeting, everyone's eyes have become strange when they look at him, even if he, the Song Imperial Historian, wants to turn a blind eye, it is impossible.

"Maybe I'm really in a hurry, but...... I'm really running out of time. ”

Song Rui sighed in the study, and there was a person outside the study who sighed because of his sigh.

Li Wu has been in the Song Mansion for thirty years, and has progressed from a miscellaneous servant to the position of a housekeeper. In this mansion, in addition to Mrs. Yushi, he may be the most trusted person of Lord Song.

In his thirty years, he had never seen his own adults so depressed as they had been in recent times.

It was almost now, and the lights in the study had not been extinguished, which meant that the adults had not yet rested. He is a rough man who has not read many poetry books, and he only knows that this imperial history, who is known for his integrity, is a rare clean official and a good official, but he can't understand those things in the court.

He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand to beckon a servant, and commanded, "Let the kitchen prepare some suppers, and then send them to the adults." ”

The little guy answered, and hurried to the inner house.

Li Wu watched the man slowly disappear into the corridor, his brows furrowed slightly, he always felt that there was something unusual. Looking around, he didn't see anything, and said what's wrong, not only are adults sad all day long, but I'm going to start to be suspicious at my age.

A moment later, a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickles were put on the table.

The dignified imperial history, enjoying supper in his own mansion, but it is just such a simple porridge dish, it inevitably looks a little shabby. It's just that this is Song Rui's habit all along, and everyone in the Song Mansion knows it very well, and no one thinks that there is anything wrong with this. On the contrary, they will all regard the integrity of Song Yushi as their own glory.

Song Rui looked at the little guy who brought him supper, and smiled gently, "Go down, if there is anything, the official will call you." ”

This is a childish teenager, a little thin, but he has a rather handsome appearance, and Song Rui even has some impression of him.

He should have been recruited into the house as a servant a few days ago, and his parents died when he was a child, and he has been fostered in his aunt's house. Because his family was poor and couldn't enter the academy to study, he was too thin and had no strength to do some hard work, so he had to apply for the job of being a servant and handyman in a large family.

The housekeeper Li Wu saw that the kid had a pitiful background, so he recruited him.

Now that I think about it, this young man seems to have the same surname as himself, and his name is ......

"Wait, what's your name?"

Seeing that the dignified Lord Yushi stopped himself, the young man turned around in surprise, and his expression was a little nervous, "Great, my lord, you called me?"

The young man's eyes showed a little panic, but he still couldn't say it clean and clear, Song Rui was a little happy when he saw it, and couldn't help but want to chat more with the young man, "Well, what's your name." ”

"My lord, my name is Song Xuan. ”

"Hmm, Song Xuan, good name, how old is this year?"

"Fifteen. ”

"Why did you come to my house as a servant?"

The young man named Song Xuan stood there, pinching the corners of his clothes, obviously a little restrained, but seeing that this adult was very kind, his expression slowly relaxed, "Go back to my lord, because I can't enter the academy, and I don't have the money to practice." ”

"Oh?" Song Rui's eyebrows were raised, he didn't expect to hear such an answer, a child from a poor family who was a servant actually wanted to practice?

As an imperial historian, Song Rui obviously knows more than ordinary people. He knew very well that for the Great Xia Dynasty, apart from believing in the state religion and becoming a Taoist priest, the only way to practice was to join a sect. Qingyang Sect and Star Picking Hall have always rarely recruited disciples in this area of Kyoto, and the Wufeng Academy, which is close at hand, has very strict conditions for admitting disciples, and it is too difficult for ordinary people to enter.

"You are young, why do you want to learn those skills of fighting and killing?"

"Because I want to make money!" the young man's eyes were full of envy, and he said softly: "I heard my aunt say that those immortals can fly around in the sky, and they will definitely earn a lot of money. ”

"After earning money, I can make a good life for my aunt's family. ”

Song Rui couldn't help but laugh dumbly when he heard such a strange reason, but after thinking about it, although this young man was a little ignorant, he was simple-hearted.

Thinking of this, he was a little gloomy. I was once admitted to the court with enthusiasm, thinking that I could do a great cause for the benefit of the country and the people, but I was high above the temple, and I found that the so-called human heart is the most unpredictable thing in the world.

I also used to be fresh and angry, and I saw all the red flowers on the streets.

I also wanted to help the clouds rise and leave a name for generations.

Today, those are just the imaginations of young and ignorant.

I don't know for some reason, Song Yushi, who has a very high reputation in the Yushi Stage, was interested in chatting with a young man from a poor family for half an hour tonight.

When the boy left the study, it was already very late at night.

However, no one noticed that the young man went out of the study, but did not return to his room to rest, but walked straight through the back garden, and then climbed out of the wall of the Song Mansion.

An hour later, the boy came to the door of a small courtyard in the south of the city.

Seeing him appear there, someone came out of the shadows.

The man was tall and thin, hunched over, and stood there like a thin old tree.