"You ...... You guys...... You guys are just vexatious! The arrangement of one person and one sentence made the person known as Lord Liu suddenly annoyed.

"How could it be, we're just trying to figure out how to get through this!" Immediately someone refuted.

"Then you have to think about our criminal department! If our criminal department casually fabricates charges and raids people's homes, and then makes trouble to the emperor, won't we be able to eat and walk around! ”

"We can't control this matter, anyway, if King Fu goes to Luoyang to take up the domain, if you criminal department looks on coldly, don't come to us if you encounter difficulties in the future!"

"You...... You're so deceitful! ”

"Yes and what? The six parts are originally one! Now the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of War are waiting to ask the Ministry of Household for silver, and the Ministry of Household cannot raise it, so our Ministry of Officials will try to find a way to make up for the lack of personnel in the Ministry of Household as much as possible. ”

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There was a quarrel inside the wall, and Lang Mo, who was sitting on a horse outside the wall, listened intently for a while, and a little disdain appeared on his face: "This group of pedantic mediocre officials in the Sixth Department has never done a decent thing, and they are still quarreling here, and they are not afraid that the wall will have ears and cause any trouble." ”

"Why do they all want King Fu to go to Luoyang to become a vassal? Isn't King Fu inferior to the crown prince at all? Jiang Shu withdrew his gaze from the high wall and asked with some puzzlement.

Could it be that the emperor is bent on making Zhu Changxun the prince, is it really just because he is the son of Zheng Guifei?

Lang Mo sighed softly and said, "King Fu is not inferior to the crown prince, his only drawback is that he is neither a concubine nor an eldest son. ”

"What's wrong with not being a sister-in-law, not the eldest son? Isn't Lichu going to be virtuous? Although Jiang Shu didn't have a good impression of Zhu Changxun, he didn't think much of it.

Could it be that just because he was born a few years late, he obviously has the talent to govern the country better, but he still has to be buried?

Lang Mo pondered for a moment and said: "The ancestral rule of the Ming Dynasty is, 'There is a grandson, and there is no grandson', which cannot be changed. ”

"So, they want King Fu to go to Luoyang to become a vassal in their hearts, just to maintain the ancestral rules and be loyal to the ancestors?"

"They don't have this loyalty, and they do this just because they are on the side of the prince, and whether they win or lose in the future, they will go down in history. And standing on King Fu's side, if he fails, he will be accused of being a chaotic minister and thief, and he will be stinking for 10,000 years. ”

"In this way, they still value reputation."

Lang Mo couldn't help but sneer: "Sour and rotten literati have always regarded this as more important than their lives. ”

"Then why did the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty set such rigid rules?" Jiang Shu thought about it and asked again.

"Probably because I'm afraid that the princes will fight for the throne." Lang Mo was silent for a moment and said, "Although the rules are a bit rigid, there is an ancestral precept that we are proud of by thousands of people in the Ming Dynasty. ”

"What ancestral teachings?" Jiang Shu turned his head to look at him and asked curiously.

Lang Mo lowered his mind slightly, and said softly: "No harmony, no compensation, no land, no tribute, the Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies." ”

"The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies." Jiang Shu repeated the last two sentences gently, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "No wonder Chongzhen wants to hang himself in the coal mountain." ”

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Jiang Shu hurriedly waved his hand, "I just think it's a bit disappointing to listen to the quarrel of this group of mediocre officials here, let's go quickly." ”

"Okay." When Lang Mo heard her say this, he didn't ask any more questions, nodded with a smile, raised his hand to shake the reins of the horse, and drove the horse on.

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