Chapter 62: What About My Shousuke?
The night is getting deeper, and the lights of the East Warm Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace are bright.
Compared to the laughter and laughter of the officials' mansions outside, this majestic palace was very quiet, and a young man in a dragon robe was handling government affairs under the lamp.
The holy decree appointing Wang Yue's prime minister Yan Zheng has been issued, and Yan Zheng's ice can be regarded as a small opening, but the final effect of eliminating salt evils can only depend on Wang Yue.
Even if he is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, there is a distance of time and space between the center and the place after all, and the power to control the place is at a natural disadvantage.
Now the matter of Yan Zheng can only be put aside for the time being, after all, there are a lot of malpractices in this dynasty, and his latest eyes fall on Cao Yun.
Every year, the imperial court had to collect millions of Shicao grain from the six provinces of Nanzhili, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Huguang, Henan and Shandong to transport it to Beijing, but the annual cost of manpower and material resources of Caoliang had gone to eighty percent.
Such a large loss has made the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, which is talked about by the dynasty, become the most expensive toy of the Ming Dynasty, and changing to sea is undoubtedly the most effective way out.
Zhu Youzhu has never been a naΓ―ve person, and in his previous life, he also experienced the beating of the society, and the annual expenditure of millions of stone grains was eighty percent, and the maggots that breed here are much more than those of Yan Zheng.
Now if you act rashly, not to mention that the military power of the Beijing army has not yet been controlled, even if you control the Beijing army, you have to find someone to kill first.
"Your Majesty, why have you been going to Xiyuan lately? Isn't it raining today? You can't ride a horse and shoot arrows in the past, can you? Niu Mengmeng, who was studying ink seriously next to her, was an innocent girl after all, and finally couldn't help but ask about the authentic truth.
Zhu Youzhu was thinking about how to cut into the disadvantages like this, and when he heard the words, he said lightly: "What? What do I have to report to you? β
"How can the slave be so unruly, I'm just curious about what you did in Xiyuan! Not long after you left the Qianqing Palace today, Father-in-law Huai came to Qianqingmen and said that he wanted to return to his life, and the slave said that you were not there, he actually wanted to come in and take a look, this Father-in-law Huai didn't know the rules too much, and the slave didn't know how he could sit up! Niu Mengmeng immediately crackled and said a bunch of words.
Zhu Youzhu knew that many people didn't like Niu Mengmeng's little chatter, but he said very easily: "When I used to live in Qingning Palace, my favorite place to stay was in the closet, and he didn't put me, the prince of the wardrobe, in his heart!" β
"Huh? Is this true? Niu Mengmeng's eyes straightened, and he looked at Zhu Youji with a face full of disbelief.
Zhu Youzhi couldn't help but sigh secretly when he saw Niu Mengmeng's surprised expression, looking at the dark sky outside through the window, but he knew that if he wanted to change some people's inherent cognition, he might have to see blood.
After the prince of the wardrobe kills someone, will these people really realize that they are the emperor?
The sky was just dawning, and there were more and more civil and military officials in front of the noon gate.
Due to yesterday's rain, the weather has become colder today, but many officials' eyes are shining, and they are resolutely looking forward to today's early court.
"Master Xu, good morning!" Liu Ji, who was wearing a first-class official uniform, saw Xu Pu, who was late, and took the initiative to say hello.
Xu Pu has a good amount of alcohol from the north, and he had a good dream last night, and at the moment he still has a smile in his mouth, and he walks with the wind, so he responds: "Liu Ge Lao, good morning!" β
"Master Xu, since you proposed to ask Your Majesty to reopen the feast, the old man should follow!" Liu Ji looked around, then lowered his voice slightly.
Xu Pu couldn't help but be secretly surprised, he didn't expect that his conversation at the banquet last night could reach Liu Ji's ears, but he still said quietly: "Fortunately, with Liu Ge's help, it can be done."
After knocking down Wan'an, the person in front of him was Liu Ji.
It's just that it's not yet time to do anything to Liu Ji, not to mention whether he can bring down Liu Ji, if he is still blocked from the cabinet after spending a long time, it will be a big joke.
It is precisely because of this that now it is the best choice to choose to live in peace with Liu Ji and join hands to put pressure on His Majesty.
When the two sides reached a tacit understanding, they heard the morning bell ringing and the noon gate opening, so they led the civil and military officials through the city cave of the noon gate and walked towards the imposing Fengtian Gate in front.
Du Ming, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, and Li Yu, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, silently exchanged glances, and found that the ranks of civil officials were more neat today, and they faintly felt that they had gathered into a powerful whole.
In the morning light, in front of the Fengtian Gate, thousands of officials began to watch politics.
"Ministers knock to see Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Wan An is no longer here, but now under the leadership of Liu Ji and Xu Pu, he knelt down and saluted to the young emperor.
Zhu Youzhu turned his head and glanced at the left, and found that there was really only Liu Ji and a cabinet minister kneeling here alone.
The familiar process, the similar recipe, started from the Zongren Mansion. Today's Zongren Mansion is no longer asking Zhu Youzhu to finalize the names of the members of the Zongfang, but the King of Zhou invites him out of the city to worship the ancestors.
After all, it was still here, and when it was the turn of the Ministry of Rites, the atmosphere in the square instantly changed.
Li Yu, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, and Du Ming, the secretary of the Criminal Department, also felt strange, and looked at the team of the Ministry of Rites vigilantly.
Zhu Youzhu saw the copy in his hand, what the Ministry of Rites presented yesterday was the mausoleum of Emperor Jing of Zhou Jing, the commander of the horses, which was undoubtedly a trivial matter.
Ni Yue, the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites, came out of the ranks, and said impassionedly with confidence: "Your Majesty, the Yingzong system is a feast note, on the 2nd, 12th, and 22nd days of each month, three times to preach, and the emperor's Wenhua Palace, in case of cold and summer, it will be temporarily exempted." If the feast is not wasted for one day, then the holy study and saint Dega will advance one day; If January is not wasted, then the Holy Learning St. Dega will advance in January. If the mind and spirit of people are multiplied, they will be naturally sensitive. After the feast and lectures, the righteous man opens his mind and inspires the spirit. Now the emperor has ascended to the great treasure has been full moon, and the golden year will not come again, and it will be difficult to regain the morning for a day. Please Your Majesty do not violate the ancestral system, please hold a sutra feast and speak every day! β
"The ministers seconded it!" After listening to Ni Yue's invitation, Zhou Hongmo and other officials knelt down one after another to echo the invitation.
At this time, the vast majority of the officials who participated in the early dynasty knelt down, and the momentum was so great that they were going to join hands to force Zhu Youzhu to reopen the sutra feast and the daily lecture.
Zhu Youji, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the officials kneeling on the ground in front of him, listening to this voice that was louder than shouting long live, and finally felt the true power of the civilian clique.
If these officials really advance and retreat together, even if he is a high emperor, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to control the entire civil bureaucracy.
The imperial examination system of the Ming Dynasty has laid the foundation of civil officials, and he, the emperor, can control the cabinet and the six ministries, but he cannot control the entire world at all.
At this moment, he knew that if he wanted to break up this force, then he had to dismantle this imperial examination system, otherwise the civilian clique would one day devour the imperial power.
Zhu Youzhu naturally didn't get confused because of this, and looked at Liu Ji with a normal face: "Elder Liu Ge, how does the cabinet do things?" The Ministry of Rites note submitted by the Cabinet yesterday was not intended to be about this, I wonder who made a mistake? β
"Your Majesty, maybe the elder of the Wan Pavilion made a mistake! It's just that the emperor's festival does not precede the lecture, and the lecture does not precede the scripture feast, and the minister also asks the saint to reopen the scripture feast! Liu Ji didn't intend to be Zhu Youji's courtier, so he first directly put the responsibility on Wan An, who had already returned home, and at the same time directly stated his position.
"Your Majesty, please reopen the sutra feast and set an example for the world's scholars!" The corners of Xu Pu's mouth rose slightly, and he led the remaining officials to put pressure on Zhu Youji.
At this time, the vast majority of officials in the square had already made their position clear, and they resolutely wanted to force Zhu Youzhu to bow his head, obediently restart the feast, and carry out a major ideological transformation.
Zhu Youzhu didn't pay attention to Liu Pu and the others' invitations, but continued to stare at Liu Ge Lao and asked, "Wan Ge Lao made a mistake?" Hehe...... I remember that I had repeatedly ordered earlier that important members of the court should not be absent from the court for any reason, so why didn't he come to the court early today? Doesn't he, the first assistant, want to do it? β
Yes?
As soon as these words came out, the thousands of officials kneeling in the square were suddenly dumbfounded.
Wan'an, that old puppet, wasn't you discovered because of the book of art in the house to the first emperor, you had already snatched people's tooth cards yesterday and kicked people out of the Forbidden City, can people still come?