"If you can tell me about this matter, then there must be something better."
Changsun Wuji nodded slightly and said, "Things have indeed turned around. Among the three provinces and six ministries of the Central Government, I can see that both the civil and military parties trust me, but the one with the cleanest connections is the Ministry of Rites."
Gao Shilian sat cross-legged and leaned against the small shelf beside him. "Zhang Yang is a lonely minister. He was born in the countryside and has no interest relationship with the ministers in the court. The Ministry of Rites has always had little contact with the six ministries, so under the protection of the Governor
In terms of government functions, it is best to let the Ministry of Rites take charge."
"Actually, His Majesty also had doubts in his heart when making this decision."
"Because Zhang Yang will leave his position as Minister of Rites sooner or later?"
Changsun Wuji shook his head.
Gao Shilian smiled in surprise, "Is that what I thought wrong?"
Changsun Wuji said seriously: "Do you think Zhang Yang can be trusted?"
At the time, Changsun Wuji was a young man who was also a smart man. He was taught how to behave and treat others since he was a child. Now that he is an important minister in the court, it goes without saying that his talents are even better than before in strategizing and cultivating his wings.
This is also a concern.
Some things cannot be said clearly. When he left the court, this nephew accepted the kindness of many people and arranged a lot of people in the court.
If it weren't for Fang Xuanling and Wei Zheng, Changsun Wuji would be the most powerful among the civil servants now.
Gao Shilian sighed: "You are now His Majesty's close minister and can often talk to His Majesty, but Zhang Yang is different."
Now his voice is much deeper, hoarse, and weak.
Changsun Wuji took a sip of tea, clicked his tongue and said: "My nephew thinks that your Majesty has sidelined Zhang Yang and transferred him to Taifu Temple, and he will never be used again in the next few years."
Gao Shilian took a deep breath and said, "Auxiliary machine, you are wrong."
Changsun Wuji frowned and said, "Uncle, why do you say that?"
Gao Shilian explained: "With so many people in the court, Zhang Yang's contribution is not small. According to the fact that he was granted the title of a prince and entered the Zhongshu Province, it was not an exaggeration to recover the Hexi Corridor, pacify the Western Turks, and fight against Tibet to reverse the situation. This person's contribution should be attributed to the county government."
have?"
Changsun Wuji nodded without saying a word.
The words continued, "Look at Zhang Yang now? Since the pacification of Tubo, he has never gone to the Diplomatic Academy anymore. From then on, he only went to court. After arriving, he did not go to court in the morning. Now he has left Chang'an City and hid.
Entered Lishan Mountain."
"Don't look at the fact that His Majesty is treating him so coldly now, expelling him from the Ministry of Rites and transferring him to Taifu Temple. You can all see His Majesty's intention. It seems that he is being promoted, but in fact he is evading his authority. He may even stay in Taifu Temple for the rest of his life."
Gao Shilian spoke softly, "Auxiliary engine, can't you understand?"
Changsun Wuji slowly raised his head. He thought of something, but he was not sure.
Gao Shilian patted the table, "They all say that you, Changsun Wuji, are an old fox. Why can't you understand? The more your Majesty trusts Zhang Yang, the more isolated he will be. The more he values him, the more alienated he will be from Chang'an."
The city, such a lonely minister is worthy of trust."
Looking at Changsun Wuji's expression, he started coughing violently again. He was already in poor health, and the more excited he became, the more unstable his breath became.
The servant on the side said in a low voice: "The old gentleman talked too much today, it's time to rest."
Changsun Wuji stood up and said, "My nephew, I won't disturb my uncle."
Gao Shilian's coughing became much softer and he said in a low voice: "Assistant, Your Majesty is now more and more like an emperor. His thoughts are deep and his power is no longer what it was back then. You have to see clearly that it was not His Majesty who drove Zhang Yang away.
"
He pointed at Changsun Wuji with a withered finger, "His Majesty hid Zhang Yang in Lishan Mountain to protect you! The monarchs and ministers in this world have never been so simple."
Gao Shilian's breath became smoother and he said, "Khan must not be oversimplified that day."
Changsun Wuji's footsteps stopped in front of the door, but he only paused for a moment before leaving.
The nephew who taught him first-hand has now become the Duke of Zhao who plays an important role in the court. Perhaps he understands that Zhang Yang is good at hiding, and he also understands that Zhang Yang will definitely be treated favorably by His Majesty in the future.
Maybe he hasn't thought about it so deeply. As his experience increases over time, he will eventually understand it one day.
Gao Shilian slowly stood up and took a rest with the help of his servants. He whispered: "I am old and can give him less and less advice. The auxiliary machine thinks too much and does too little. He is afraid that
I might go astray, and I'm afraid it won't end well."
The servants on the side were still supporting him. He couldn't understand the old gentleman's words, but his eyes were filled with respect. At least His Majesty would let the old gentleman die in peace.
There was a heavy snowfall at the beginning of the eleventh year of Zhenguan, and the land in Guanzhong became clear again after the snow. In March, several groups of soldiers and horses left Chang'an City.
These soldiers and horses came from the Wei Mansion. Among them were three officials from Zhongshu Province and two officials from the Ministry of Rites.
The powers of the Protectorate were finally settled, and both the civil and military sides of North Korea and China briefly compromised.
For the time being, the diplomatic powers of the Protectorate are still in the hands of the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites supervises the exchanges between countries outside the customs.
Next is the matter of the Hanhai Protectorate and the Tubo Protectorate.
But what happens next is simple.
In March in Guanzhong, the weather suddenly turned warm and cold. Many villagers were busy in the fields, and rumbles of thunder were heard in the sky.
On Lishan Mountain, Zhang Yang and Li Yue collected clothes to dry.
The younger brothers and sisters are still leaving. Because these children are already having fun in the Imperial College, the wives of the Imperial College cannot control them, and they cannot take care of them in the palace.
Li Shimin simply let the children stay in Lishan without asking.
Zhang Yang put the shredded clothes into the basket. There were many children at home and there were also many clothes. "Does your father not want these children anymore?"
Hearing this, Li Yue stared blankly, "What are you talking about, husband? My mother also sent a lot of clothes and food yesterday."
She also looked around, but luckily the children didn't hear her.
Another burst of thunder exploded in the sky, and a few drops of rain fell. The couple hurriedly took their clothes into the house. As soon as they reached the eaves, heavy rain started pouring down.
The children sat in front of the eaves, watching the rain pouring down the sky.
After handing the clothes to his aunts, Zhang Yang sat down on the eaves and read the scroll in his hand. The scroll recorded the affairs of the Ministry of Rites these days.
Xu Jingzong is already the nominal Minister of Rites. Although he has not yet been formally appointed, he has witnessed the Ministry of Rites grow from a small three-person government office to the present.
No matter in terms of qualifications or ability, he is the most suitable person to serve as the Minister of Rites, and everyone in the Ministry of Rites has no objection.
And Xu Jingzong also achieved the career achievement he had longed for. Serving as one of the six ministers was enough to bring glory to his family.
"Dad, let's eat barbecue."
Taking the meat skewers from his daughter, Zhang Yang asked again: "How many barbecue meals is this this month?"
Xiao Qingqing raised three fingers and said, "The third meal this month."
Zhang Yang added: "Eat less barbecue from now on, no more than three times a month."
Seeing his daughter pouting and looking aggrieved, Zhang Yang said again: "Well, you still have three meals from now on."
"Hehe." She laughed and ran away again with the meat skewers.
Li Yue was packing clothes with her two aunts inside the house. Despite the loud thunder and heavy rain, she was still in a good mood.
Zhang Yang held the scroll in his hand and continued to look at the scroll in his hand while listening to the sound of rain. The Ministry of Rites had many things to do this year, such as selecting the site for the Tubo Protector's Palace. Xu Jingzong wanted to build the Protector's Palace in Luo
These are the north of the newly built Potala Palace.
In this way, it can be shown that the Tang Dynasty is at the top and the Potala Palace is at the bottom.
However, Lu Dongzan, who was in Tubo, was still unwilling. He felt that this was disrespectful to the Holy Mountain. How could the Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty stand in front of the Holy Mountain?
Therefore, Xu Jingzong also said that Tubo still owed Datang 300,000 yuan, but the money has not been repaid.
Then the holy mountain is still mortgaged in Datang.
Because of this matter, there was a stalemate between the Tubo people and the envoys sent from Guanzhong.
There are also the Uighurs. Although the Uighurs surrendered, they still behave wildly. It is extremely difficult to civilize them.
The Uighurs' riding skills are quite good, and they wanted to recruit their tribal men to serve as cavalry. But when they heard that they were going to the north of Lake Baikal, the leaders of the various tribes of the Uighurs naturally agreed. But when it came time to recruit troops,
All those Uighurs ran away.
If there is nothing we can do about it, the Uighurs have always been accustomed to coming to the wilderness.
Xu Jingzong had no choice but to write a memorial and ask Tian Khan to confer the title of Uyghur Khan. With Tian Khan's canonization, it would be a justifiable surrender, and future administration and orders would be much smoother.
However, the memorial was sent to the palace, and His Majesty did not give a clear answer. The imperial court also discussed it, but there was no follow-up.
There is also the matter of Xue Yantuo in Mobei. After Yinan Khan was restored to power, he fell seriously ill again. The people of Xue Yantuo originally had very poor medical skills and could not be cured no matter what. They did not know what they ate to cure the disease, but instead they became ill.
It's heavier.
While the Xueyantuo people wanted to send their Khan, who had finally been restored to his original state, to Chang'an City, Tian Khan also sent medical officers from the Imperial Medical Office to treat the Yi male Khan.
This made Tian Khan even more wise and powerful in front of the countries outside the Pass.
This also greatly promoted the progress of the construction of Tiankhan Avenue.
After Zhang Yang finished reading the scroll in his hand, he saw Li Zhi standing aside, his brows furrowed as if he had something on his mind.
Didn't this kid go to play with Qingque? Zhang Yang asked puzzledly: "He's back so soon?"
Li Zhi was full of resentment, "Brother Huang only knows how to blacksmith and doesn't know what to play with."
Zhang Yang nodded, "Your imperial sister has steamed a lot of steamed buns, and I still can't finish them. I'll leave them to you."
Hearing this, Li Zhi looked into the room and saw a cage with nearly half a dozen steamed buns. He was dumbfounded. One or two steamed buns were enough. How could he eat so many?
He withdrew again and whispered: "Brother-in-law, I heard the emperor brother and his guards discussing."
Zhang Yang asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"
Li Zhi lowered his voice again, "Brother Huang said he was going to kill the monk named Xuanzang."
"Ouch...you're talking about this..."
"How can the emperor kill someone!" Li Zhi was filled with indignation, "Did Monk Xuanzang commit a heinous crime?"
Zhang Yang turned his little head and turned his face towards the steamed buns, "Go and eat the steamed buns. Don't ask about other things."
When he entered the room, Zhang Yang picked up another volume of memorials, which was sent by the Ministry of Works. Yan Liben was going to prepare an account book for the second phase of fortifications. All the expenses and needs were listed on it. Just as he was looking at it, he saw a small figure.
Standing in front of me.
Looking at Li Zhi again, Zhang Yang said impatiently: "His Royal Highness, King Jin, do you have anything else to do?"
Li Zhi chewed the steamed bun vigorously and said: "I heard that the emperor also said that Gao Shilian became seriously ill again after talking with Zhao Guogong, and he has only gotten better now."
Zhang Yang put down the memorial again and whispered: "Your Highness, Prince Jin, don't talk while eating."
Li Zhi stuffed another mouthful of steamed buns into his mouth, chewing hard with a dull expression.
The boy couldn't eat any more after eating two steamed buns. Zhang Yang looked at the steamed buns and was worried. He reheated the steamed buns, put them in food boxes and asked the maid accompanying the prince and princess to send them to the palace for His Majesty to eat.
Let him see what steamed buns look like and what they taste like.
This is the achievement of Taifu Temple, which is responsible for the dining tables of the Tang Dynasty people.
It is always a good thing to have more dishes on Datang's dining table.
After all, this is what his own sons and daughters eat, and the palace has enough people to eat it all.
Youdao is a daughter-in-law who is learning how to cook. Her child is two years old, but she has not mastered her cooking skills for seven years.
On a whim, I forgot about the expansion of the dough during fermentation and made too many steamed buns.
Because of this whim, the children could not even eat dinner, had no appetite, and some even hiccupped.
It was getting dark and the rain had stopped. Zhang Yang lit the oil lamp in the workshop and lay down under the lathe to add some more parts to the lathe.
"His Royal Highness King Jin." Zhang Yang called.
Li Zhi, who was teasing the bear at the door, ran over quickly and asked, "Brother-in-law, what are your orders?"
Zhang Yang was still fixing the parts with his hands and said, "Did you see the thin iron pipe at the door?"
Li Zhi nodded heavily, "I saw it."
"Bring it here."
The latte tube was quite heavy, so he leaned down and handed it to his brother-in-law.
Zhang Yang installed the bearings, fixed the bottom, pushed the oil lamp out first, and then slid out from the bottom.
Putting the skateboard that was originally on his back, Li Zhi whispered: "Brother-in-law, can I play with this?"
"No, you'll fall down."
Li Zhi turned his head and snorted coldly and left.
Zhang Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, applied tung oil to the internal parts of the lathe, and the bearing inside the turning handle began to rotate.
It is no problem to cope with ordinary wrench work. Then install a flywheel on the lathe and make a foot-driven flywheel, which can be used for round grinding and simple cutting purposes.
Every time Zhang Yang came out of the workshop, his apron was always stained with oil, and his cloth gloves turned into black gloves full of tung oil.
Zhang Yang threw his gloves into the brazier and jumped into the Huaqing Pool to take a good wash.
Back home, Li Yue was preparing clothes for her unborn child.
Zhang Yang put on clean clothes, sat down comfortably and took a sip of tea, "These little heartless little guys will get angry if they don't let them skateboard. It seems that we need to set some rules for them."
My daughter had already fallen asleep on the back of the bear. Twist cars were a new thing, but after too many new things, she lost interest, so she fell asleep on the back of a bear that was large and comfortable.
It can be said that this bear brought her up. At first, she was only obsessed with the twist car because of its novelty, but in the end she still returned to the bear's back.