After a while, Dai Zong finished reading this secret music that Wei Xiang had come up with.

Only then did Liu He ask, "What do you think of this?" ”

"Elder Wei Ge lived up to his holy hopes and did a beautiful job of the migrants, which is a great achievement." Dai Zong said with admiration.

"Did the embroidered clothes guard send someone to deliver the news?" Liu He asked noncommittally.

"It was delivered yesterday."

"What is the difference with the content of Wei Xiang's secret recital?" Liu He asked.

"There are no discrepancies, all the details can be matched."

"The embroidered messengers in Changyi Lang and Yulin Lang, can the news sent be different from them?" Liu He asked again.

"It's already right, and there is no difference between the three." Dai Zong replied.

It was only at this time that Liu He finally fully believed the content of Wei Xiangmi's recital.

"Wei Xiang has indeed made a great contribution to the Han Dynasty." Liu He praised.

Nowadays, the general trend of the world is turbulent and changeable, and Liu He wants to reuse many people, but his trust in them must still be reserved.

This time, Wei Xiang was sent to the three counties to supervise the millions of migrants to Pingling, naturally believing in Wei Xiang's character, but he still had to let the embroidered guards supervise it.

This seems to be a kind of distrust, but in fact, it is a good thing for both Wei Xiang and Liu He.

Just like now, Liu He is completely sure of Wei Xiang's impartial law enforcement, so he can support him without hesitation.

"They...... How long have you been kneeling on North Que Square? Liu He said with a flat look to the north.

"With today, it's already the seventh day." Dai Zong didn't dare to hide anything.

"How is the people's heart in Chang'an?" Liu He asked.

"The people's hearts have not changed, and the people only hate that they are not in the three counties and cannot buy cheap land." Dai Zong said with a smile.

"What is the morale of the Southern Army and the Northern Army?" Liu He asked again.

"The Southern Army and the Northern Army are stable, and they only hate that they can't go to the three counties to make new contributions like Paoze."

"What's wrong with Rulin?"

"The Confucian scholars of the poor family all call His Majesty benevolent, and the Confucian scholars of the scholar clan are ......" Dai Zong said this, hesitated a little, and did not finish his words.

"There are only you and me here, so there is no need to shy away from it." Liu He smiled calmly.

"The Confucian scholars of the scholar clan said that Your Majesty is tyrannical and rebellious, if you don't listen to the advice, the Han Dynasty may have a sign of ruining the country!"

"Then as you can see, do I want to listen to the people below and do what they say?" Liu He seemed to laugh to himself.

Dai Zong took half a step back, bent down and bowed his head, and did not answer, this was not something he could put his beak on.

"In the past half month, how many more books have been collected by the bus Sima Office about the matter of the performance?"

"I received an extra 5,000 recitals, half of which impeached Wei Ge Lao, and the other half was to admonish His Majesty."

On weekdays, the bus Sima Room can receive more than 200 recitals a day, which is already a lot.

In the past half a month, I can receive five or six hundred recitals a day, could it be that the officials of the Han Dynasty have suddenly become diligent in government?

Such an abnormal phenomenon, if no one is in tandem behind him, Liu He will never believe it.

And this tandem troublemaker, I'm afraid he also knelt on this Beique Square.

Standing here, Liu He couldn't see the scene in Beique Square, but he knew who were kneeling below, and he could even guess what they were talking about.

These people knelt there, looking extremely humble, but in fact, they revealed a sense of pride.

From the beginning of the matter of the migrants, they did not think about discussing with Liu He, or even thinking about bargaining with Liu He.

There is only one result they want, and that is to make the Son of Heaven stop and make the Son of Heaven admit defeat.

So, this became a wrestling between the emperor and his courtiers.

"Except for these people kneeling below, how many of the other courtiers support me?"

"The governors of the Jiuqing and the two mansions are all on His Majesty's side, and among the officials below two thousand stones, seventy percent are on His Majesty's side, and as for the local counties, the governors are ......."

"Probably half of them are on His Majesty's side."

This situation of Confucianism is very different from what Liu He guessed.

The current Han Dynasty has not been completely monopolized by the big families, and more than half of the officials are from the poor family.

Wei Xiang, Kong Ba, and Wang Ji also have a lot of people from humble backgrounds, so the court has not become an iron plate.

Otherwise, the people kneeling under Beique today would not be just these thirty or forty people, but probably three or four hundred.

In that case, Liu He was really afraid.

After all, they are not powerless Confucian scholars.

"Dai Zong, if Emperor Xiaowu is reigning now, will Zhang Anshi dare to do this?"

"Your Majesty, Weichen doesn't know how to answer."

"I don't know how to answer, or I don't dare to answer."

"Your Majesty forgives your sins!" Dai Zong still didn't give himself an answer, he knew that the Son of Heaven didn't come to ask him for an answer.

"I feel that if Emperor Xiaowu is in power, let alone Zhang Anshi, even Wei Huo is alive, he will never dare to do this."

"Today, they dare to come to the north of Weiyang Palace to force the palace in such an open and honest manner, but they still think that I am easy to bully and that I am young."

"On weekdays, everyone is respectful, but in their hearts, I am just a clan relative who is too lucky."

"If it weren't for Emperor Xiaozhao's sudden success, if it weren't for the decline of Emperor Xiaowu's descendants, if the country couldn't be without a king for a day, it wouldn't be my turn to sit in this seat."

Liu He put his hands behind his back and slowly said the words in his heart.

His tone grew calmer, but also colder.

"I want to ask you one more question."

"Your Majesty, please." Dai Zong saw Liu He's displeasure and hurriedly asked.

"Do you think they're scared?"

"It's not fear, it's awe." Dai Zong's answer was accurate.

"Is that more respect, or more fear."

"......" Dai Zong was speechless.

"You're wrong, they are not afraid of me, they are afraid of the power in the hands of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty."

"They only respect me, because I convince people with reason everywhere, and none of them are really crazy against Meng Lang."

"Since I convince people with reason and morality, how can they really be afraid of me?"

"Only an unreasonable emperor will make his courtiers respect and fear!"

"Someone said well, power struggle is not about fighting and killing, but about human sophistication."

"But I also feel that the power struggle cannot only be about human feelings, and there is no fighting, killing and killing."

When Liu He spoke, Dai Zong never said a word, he didn't know why the Son of Heaven would say these seemingly unrelated words.

But he could see that there was a hidden anger in the heart of the Son of Heaven.

As the captain of the embroidered guard, he can just obey orders carefully, and there is no need to admonish indiscriminately.

In the cramped main hall of each office of the embroidered clothes guard, there is a big letter: Loyal to the Han Dynasty, loyal to the Son of Heaven first.

"From this day forward, I want them to fear me as a person, not the power in my hands."

"Your Majesty can just issue an edict, and the micro-minister must move forward bravely!" Dai Zongchuan saluted with his hands and asked.

"You don't need to do this matter, maintaining law and order in Chang'an City is the duty of Jin Wu, let An Le come to see me." Liu He said resolutely.

"Yui!"

……

In the past half a month, Chang'an City has been in turmoil, and Anle, who is the ruling Jinwu, is naturally very busy.

In order not to make mistakes, An Le did not dare to stay in the government office for a long time every day, and most of the time he took the city patrol guards to check around in Chang'an City.

They not only have to search for thieves who take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos, but also help Tingwei to arrest the big families who are against the Son of Heaven.

In the past, An Le was reluctant to do things absolutely, because he still wanted to leave a good reputation as a "follower".

But now it is completely different, as long as it is an edict issued by the Son of Heaven, An Le will always resolutely implement it without discount, or even more strictly enforce it.

If the Son of Heaven wants to arrest thirty people, then An Le will arrest fifty.

If the Son of Heaven wants to close the case in five days, then An Le will close the case in three days.

If the Son of Heaven wants to find the mastermind behind the scenes, then An Le will dig out the masterminds behind the scenes.

Because he saw through one thing.

Whether it is a big family, or a hundred officials and ministers, it is impossible to fight today.

No matter who it is, there is no benefit in working against the Son of Heaven, only by following the Son of Heaven can he be promoted to the rank of official and famous in history.

An Le's behavior was naturally criticized by many courtiers, and some people even put him and Wei Xiang together and called him "Dingxin Cool Official".

In the past, An Le would have vigorously denied it, but now he is willing to do it and honored.

Wei Xiang is a cabinet scholar and a marquis of Gao Ping, can be compared with him, doesn't he say that he is about to be promoted to an official?

Under this temptation, how could An Le, the ruling Jinwu, not work hard to use his life?

After some rectification, the situation in Chang'an City gradually stabilized and restored its former peace.

The only thing that still gives An Le a headache is naturally those courtiers and cunning who kneel in Beique Square.

These people are too big, so big that Wei Xiang, who has imperial power to rely on, also has a lot of fears.

At the beginning, as soon as the news that Zhang Anshi, a cabinet scholar, took the lead in kneeling and admonishing him, it attracted many onlookers of good deeds.

From Beique Square to the south end of Huayang Avenue, it was once overcrowded.

Fortunately, An Le reacted quickly, and immediately sent the city patrol guards to disperse several times, and finally let these people disappear.

Now, only Zhang Anshi and these "big shots" who make people headaches are left.

An Le has no good way to take them, so he can only send more people to watch them and try to keep out the chaos here.

He also arranged a medical officer and a decoction in the house near the left very "intimately", so that once someone fainted, he could be rescued immediately.

Even though he was very thoughtful, An Le still didn't dare to relax.

Every day after noon, he would rush here and stay temporarily in the bus Sima room outside the north gate of Weiyang Palace, just in case.

……

At the time of Shen Zheng, the cramped bus Sima room was a little deserted.

The bus chamber is said to be a chamber, but in fact it is just a "hole" dug out of the city wall.

However, after two zhang square, a long case and a few couches are placed, it is difficult to have a place to stay.

On weekdays, only the bus Sima with a bus Sima Cheng and two confessors are on duty here, but it is still spacious.

In the past few days, with more An Le and his two relatives, it has become a lot more crowded.

Because there were no windows here, it was extremely stuffy, and An Le only sat for a moment before sweating.

Somewhat anxious, he got up from the couch and came to the narrow doorway, and stood in the dark and looked out.

The huge Beique Square was empty, and under the sun dozens of feet away, there was a great trouble of kneeling comfortably.

Zhang Anshi knelt and staggered under the somewhat dazzling sun, looking like he might fall down at any moment.

At the edge of the square, there were two teams of patrol guards lined up in a sparse defensive line, staring at both the outside and the inside.

In the farther periphery, among the passers-by, An Le also arranged a lot of "cloth clothes" to stare at the abnormality.

Of course, in the corner where An Le couldn't see, there was also an embroidered messenger sent by the Dai Sect, looking at Beique Square, looking at the city patrol pavilions, and looking at An Le.

Under the layers, the guards of Weiyang Palace are tighter than in the past.

An Le squinted his eyes for a moment, feeling his throat tight and astringent, and a little uncomfortable. He forcefully coughed out a mouthful of thick phlegm from his throat and spit out the door.

"These old things can really resist!"

An Le was born with filial piety, and in the past, when he was the high-ranking Changyi minister, the least of the close contacts were also under the officials, so he was gentle and elegant in doing things and talking.

You can even often go in and out of the main hall of the Great Confucian, talking and laughing.

But since he became the ruling Jinwu, he often had to take the city patrol guards to the people to deal with the people.

These mischievous people are not easy to get along with, and they are easy to be bullied by them without some extraordinary means.

Over time, An Le's temper and demeanor changed, becoming more coarse and tyrannical, and becoming more pragmatic.

After An Le cursed, he let out a sigh of relief, and was ready to sit back on the couch and continue to waste time with these people.

At this time, the captain of the embroidered guard and the bus Sima Daizong appeared outside the door.

"Dai makes Jun well." An Le immediately put on a flattering face and said.

Dai Zong's rank is a thousand stones, of course, it is not as good as An Le's real two thousand stones, but An Le knows that this person is a cronie of the Son of Heaven, so he always has a bit of flattery.

"Anfu Jun is fine." After Dai Zong returned the salute, he said lukewarmly: "Anfujun, the county official wants to summon you, and also ask Anfujun to go to Danqi." ”

"The county magistrate wants, wants to see me?" An Le asked rhetorically, in the past half a month, the county official said that he was sick and did not see any courtiers, so he was suddenly summoned, which naturally flattered him.

"Exactly."

"What did the county magistrate summon this official for? Can you tell us a thing or two? An Le then asked.

"The lower officials don't know, the county officials only let the prince go to face the saint immediately, and there must be no moment's delay." Dai Zong replied.

When An Le heard this, he dared to hesitate, and after a hasty salute, he left directly.

It is not too far from the bus Sima Room to the top of the Danqi, but up and down, the road to run is very tortuous.

An Le was in a hurry, so when he came to the Danqi, he was already a little out of breath.

Looking at the back of the Son of Heaven dozens of steps away, An Le's heart was very surging. (End of chapter)