Bao Zheng, who was in charge of Kaifeng Mansion, has long since passed away. Now in Kaifeng Mansion, governors and judges no longer dare to go against the courtiers and plead for the people. Therefore, sometimes the appearance of upright officials is actually based on how ambitious the monarch is.
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A monarch with an open mind can tolerate all kinds of different voices, and can tolerate subordinates and subjects who have different opinions... On the contrary, the more he suppresses and destroys, the more he praises virtues and promotes a prosperous age... In fact, the more he is a monarch
A manifestation of incompetence and narrow-mindedness.
The previous generations of emperors of the Song Dynasty were considered diligent, although their control over the courtiers, especially the cabinet, was somewhat weak, and their grasp of party struggles was even worse... But after all, there was no spendthrift or arrogance.
Until Song Huizong appeared!
With a thin golden hand, he can write ancient and modern texts, and his poems, lyrics, and songs are omnipotent! The meticulous calligraphy and painting can put the Hanlin Academy to shame... It all seemed perfect, although there were some untimely things when the Empress Dowager proposed to let Zhao Ji, the then King Duan, ascend the throne.
The voice said that Prince Duan was frivolous and could not inherit the throne... But that sentence has now become a joke! Isn't it bad that the Emperor of Talents and the Emperor of Taiping... are not good?
A middle-aged man with a short beard stood in the morning mist, folding his hands and looking quietly at the open space in front of him.
Bianliang of the Song Dynasty, where every inch of land was precious, could create such a large open space. Who else could except His Majesty the Supreme Emperor?
All the people and officials who originally lived here have moved away, and the densely packed houses and courtyards have been demolished. As for where these people will move to live, Zhao Ji will not worry about it... By nature, all things are unified, and these trivial matters have their own pavilions.
Let the officials worry about it.
Two officials in green robes hurried over and bowed respectfully... "I will see your Majesty!"
"Well, the level here is pretty good. Thank you for your hard work."
"I am so scared that I dare not praise Your Majesty! Your Majesty has been busy with state affairs all year round, but we, the ministers, are unable to give you a place where you can relax and rest as soon as possible. It is because of our incompetence!"
Zhao Ji raised the corner of his mouth and encouraged the two of them a few words, then sent them away.
Although loyal and capable ministers are good, if you are not careful, they will become the thorns on the back of the shackles on the king's neck... Although these mediocre and traitorous ministers are despised, they are like the cushions under the buttocks of the dragon chair, which are always irreplaceable.
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Zhao Ji turned around and walked into the mist towards the imperial city to the west. The sound of mumbling could be heard faintly... "Gen Yue... this name is too good and not very beautiful. There is no real rare stone scene, but I'm sorry that this can be passed down."
What a great name for the ages!”
Two young chamberlains followed Zhao Ji respectfully, holding porcelain whisks in their hands. In the morning mist, there were rows of sword-wielding guards in plain clothes looming around to guard him.
Next to the Dongbian Gate, several ministers waiting to be summoned gathered together and whispered.
An official crossed his arms and asked a middle-aged man with a black beard next to him: "Brother Ji Zhong, the Liao envoy has not dared to cause trouble in the past two days, right?"
The middle-aged man with a black beard nodded: "The Jurchens are as fierce as wolves and seem to have overwhelmed the Liao people."
"Hmph, now that the Liao Kingdom is weak and the Jurchen Tatars are causing rebellion, they still dare to be so arrogant and want to increase their age! What a wishful thinking..."
The middle-aged official who was called Ji Zhong nodded worriedly and did not easily agree with these remarks.
A carriage was approaching, and the officials hurriedly moved out of the way. Those with sharp eyes immediately stood respectfully beside the carriage, ready with smiles and flattery...
An official from the Ministry of Rites stood next to the middle-aged man with a black beard and said softly: "These are the carriages and horses of Mr. Wang Zhongcheng, the censor? What a pomp... Mr. Zhang, Wang Zhongcheng has favored you, why don't you go to greet him to show respect?
ah?"
The black-bearded official looked back at his friend: "I, Zhang Shuye, can't do such a thing, but you, a powerless official from the Ministry of Etiquette...are you going to curry favor with me?"
"If you don't know how to go, the Ministry of Etiquette is very good. If you stay away from the Third Division and the Third Yamen, you have no right to take it easy..."
Zhang Shuye said softly with bright eyes: "It's easy to be light-weighted, but as an official, you have to bear on your shoulders the moral integrity of your family and country, and the rise and fall of the world!"
The official of the Ministry of Rites sneered... "The rise and fall of morality... is not worth three lines of flattery and two poems! If the world is peaceful and peaceful, how can the rise and fall disturb the king's heart? Ji Zhong... don't come back, stay well in Haizhou
Do something!”
Zhang Shuye sighed, his eyes full of worry.
Wang Fu returned the greetings to his colleagues with a face full of courtesy and kindness, but unexpectedly, a boy from his own family rushed over and stood next to Wang Fu's carriage with an anxious look on his face!
Wang Fu glanced at it, coughed, turned around and walked towards the carriage.
"Trash, why are you coming to the palace gate in such a hurry?"
The boy bowed and saluted: "Master, Zhao Dabao is back! He was beaten badly."
"I heard about this little thing last night, what's all the fuss about! If it's just this little shit, go back and get ten lashes yourself..."
"Master... I am not making a fuss, but I am afraid that Butler Zhao has caused some trouble this time! There are many rumors on the street now that Zhao Dabao went to Wazi Street to extort money under the banner of the master... and even forced Sihai Liquor House to
The little steward is the guy who bet with the Liao people and won a sword from the Liao people's young prince. After handing over the sword, he had to go to the vassal court to kowtow to the Liao people to apologize!"
"What? Damn it...where did these rumors come from?"
"On the streets, Wazi Street and Daxiangguo Temple...even the prostitutes and beggars' den in Nancheng are full of these rumors!"
"Trash, useless things! You can't handle such a small thing, so what's the use of you trash? The people are just stupid women. They treat that little businessman as a hero. If it makes a big fuss, what's the point of my official's face?
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The boy bent down and replied: "The master taught me a lesson, but Zhao Dabao still got beaten after all! Kaifeng Mansion originally wanted to lock up the guy named Song and jail him today, but these rumors started to spread last night, and
The guy from Sihai Liquor actually went to the Xiang Gong Office to report it! He said... that those who pretended to be the master and went to the brothel to extort money must be severely punished... There were actually hundreds of people surrounding the Xiang Gong Office.
Li Zheng and Secretary Xiang Lao did not dare to speak for a while. Master Yin of Kaifeng Prefecture sent someone to announce the matter and asked what the master meant..."
After all, Yushi Zhongcheng is the leader of the officials, and it is their main responsibility to impeach the officials to correct the integrity of the conduct and discipline! It would be good if the Kaifeng Mansion gave him Wang Fu, after all, Wang Fu is still some way away from the central cabinet!
Wang Fu waved his hands angrily: "Go back and tell the people from Kaifeng Mansion to put this matter on hold for now! In addition, you guys should go and check immediately to find out who is spreading the rumors!"
"I understand! I'll go back and make arrangements now..."
Wang Fu angrily tossed his sleeves and left his carriage, gnashing his teeth as he walked... What a big deal, why did it suddenly cause a commotion in the city? Could it be that the merchant's boy was doing something secretly? It shouldn't be, he's like an ant.
How dare you beat the servants of important officials and servants of the imperial court? Then you dare to spread rumors everywhere?
The originator of the rumor, Song Wen, was standing under the old locust tree next to the Daxiangguo Temple with his hands folded. Two beggars beside him were nervously whispering something to him...
Song Wen nodded, gave the two little beggars a few pennies to buy some sesame seed cakes to eat, and then turned around and entered the Daxiangguo Temple.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. There are indeed many pilgrims who come to offer incense. Men and women kneel on futons one by one with scented candles and make wishes to the Buddha and Bodhisattva... Song Wen shook his head, how many years are left? Is it ten years? Waiting for the Liao Kingdom
After playing, the group of Jurchen Tatars, who were as fierce as wild beasts, rolled down, and tens of thousands of people destroyed the world-rich Bianliang City...
Not to mention you, even most of the Zhao and Song royal families have become slaves and livestock of the Jurchens! Is it useful to pray to God and Buddha...?