For a moment, Zhou Zhong wanted to scold Yang Biao.
You knew clearly that the emperor intended to change Sikong to the imperial censor, why didn't you remind me?
Although Sikong also has supervisory responsibilities, it is still much easier than that of the Yushi doctor who specializes in supervision.
Supervision is not only cumbersome, but also annoying. If you are diligent in your duties, you will be criticized as a cruel official. If you are not diligent in your duties, it will be difficult to serve for a long time, and you may be dismissed at any time.
No matter what, the possibility of ruining one's reputation is extremely high.
"Repent?" Yang Biao smiled sinisterly.
"No regrets." Zhou Zhong gritted his teeth.
"Forget it if you don't regret it." Yang Biao sighed. "I originally thought that if you really don't want to do it, you might as well become a Sikong. Anyway, this lieutenant has only been in the position for a short time, so it would be better to do something practical."
"You...really think so?" Zhou Zhong was doubtful.
Yang Biao patted the wall of the car. "Jiamou, haven't you seen it yet? The emperor wants to implement the king's way more than we do. When there are problems with the current system, he will..."
Yang Biao thought for a while, then turned to look at Zhou Zhong. "What is that sentence called, returning to one's roots and returning to life?"
Zhou Zhong was stunned.
He knew what "return to one's roots and return to life" meant, but felt that it was really inappropriate to use it here.
"Is this what the emperor said?"
"Um."
"He is practicing Taoism?"
Zhou Zhong felt that he had grasped the essence and was shocked.
If the emperor intends to practice Taoism and return to Huang Lao, then restoring the censors and officials is just the beginning. In the future, it is possible to restore the prime minister, the three princes will be in power, and the emperor will rule from the top.
But... is this the outcome that Confucianism hopes for?
When Mr. Huang was in power, there was nothing wrong with Confucianism.
For a moment, Zhou Zhong didn't know whether to express support or opposition.
After thinking for a long time, Zhou Zhong sighed quietly. "It's not enough to go too far."
Yang Biao nodded, but stopped talking.
"Whatever you want to say, just say it." Zhou Zhong couldn't help but kicked Yang Biao.
"I think what the emperor wants is not Huang Laodao, but the true royal way." Yang Biao reached out and dusted off the dust on his clothes. "The most important thing in the country is sacrifice and military affairs. The emperor clings to military power. This is the fundamental reason.
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Zhou Zhong frowned and remained silent.
If it is true as Yang Biao said, won't military power never come back?
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Judging from the dozens of battles between monarchs and ministers, the final solution to the problem is always military power and force. If the emperor insists on holding on to military power, then no matter how powerful the prime minister or the imperial censor are, the monarch's power will suppress the power of the ministers.
The so-called emperor hangs his head and governs, and the three princes are in charge, is an empty talk.
The emperor, who had military power in his hands, could rebel at any time and take back the power, and even the lives, of the prime minister, censors and officials.
During the reign of Xiaowu, how many prime ministers were there? How many of the imperial censors could die well?
Zhou Zhong thought for a while and suddenly said: "Mr. Wen, what do you think of the emperor's printing of the "Biographies of Eunuchs"?"
"I agree." Yang Biao said without hesitation.
"The emperor wants to implement a weekly system in the harem? One queen, three wives and nine concubines?"
"Absolutely." Yang Biao showed a faint smile. "Last year, someone suggested counting people, but the emperor directly rejected it. The emperor only accepted Ma Guiren last year, in order to appease the people of Liangzhou. Now it is basically determined that only Ma Guiren will enter the palace.
Lu Bu's daughter Lu Xiaohuan, others, and the emperor are not interested."
Yang Biao suddenly said: "Among the maids who served food in the court just now, there are two national colors. Have you noticed?"
Zhou Zhong thought for a while. "I didn't pay attention. I only saw one person who seemed to be very beautiful."
"Liang Guoqiao's two daughters wanted to be sent to the palace. They found many people to intercede, but the emperor did not agree. In the end, it was the queen who came forward and allowed them to enter the Jiaofang Palace as maids."
Zhou Zhong thought of Sun Ce and Zhou Yu's reactions at that time, and felt a little admiration. The young Mu Ai, faced with such a stunning beauty, the emperor could not be tempted, and his character was indeed stoic.
From this point of view, it is not groundless to control the size of the harem and win over those who do not care about eunuchs.
It doesn’t matter whether it can be realized in the end, at least the emperor has the intention.
With the sound of cars rumbling, Zhou Zhong and Yang Biao kept chatting away, leaving the city and heading towards Taixue.
In the Qingliang Hall, Liu Xie changed into regular clothes and sat down with Han Sui again.
"Do you want to change into court clothes?" Liu Xie said, "I'm just wearing court clothes. If you want to be more economical, I won't be too particular about you."
Han Sui quickly smiled and said: "Your Majesty is so economical, I deeply admire you. However, I don't dare to be presumptuous because everyone is watching. I feel more at ease wearing court uniform."
Of course he was happy when the emperor saw him wearing ordinary clothes to show his closeness. But he would never dare to let him take off his court clothes.
With a heavy army in hand, you are most afraid of people gossiping and the monarch's suspicion. Only by being cautious at all times can you last long.
This is the difference between him and other Xiliang people, and only Jia Xu can understand it.
"Haha." Liu Xie waved his hand. "Then you have to be careful when eating skewers later. Don't let oil drip on them, which will make them difficult to wash."
"Only." Han Sui agreed with a smile.
Being able to grill skewers with the emperor in the palace, it no longer matters how much he eats, or even whether he eats it or not. What matters is the emperor's exclusive love for him.
After a few pleasantries, Liu Xie returned to the topic. "Are you a little disappointed that you can't send troops?"
Han Sui wanted to be modest, but as he spoke, he changed his mind.
"Your Majesty, I am indeed a little disappointed. Tens of thousands of troops are stationed in Luoyang, spending countless amounts of money and food every day, but they cannot do their best for the court. I feel guilty."
Liu Xie nodded and raised the teapot on the table to add tea to Han Sui. Han Sui quickly picked up the teacup with both hands and took it respectfully.
Liu Xie's hand was very steady, the teapot did not move at all, and the tea fell into the cup like a pillar without a drop spilling. Han Sui saw it clearly and couldn't help but admire him secretly.
I heard from Ma Teng that even after returning to Chang'an, the emperor still practiced martial arts every day, which seemed to be true. In contrast, Han Yin was already a bit lazy. Not to mention practicing martial arts every day, he wanted to practice martial arts once every ten days.
be lazy.
When you go back, you should take good care of him, let him see the wise and think of others, and learn more from the emperor.
"What kind of army can be called the army of kings?" Liu Xie put down the teapot and picked up the teacup.
Han Sui held the teacup in both hands and pondered for a moment. "I will obey the orders and prohibitions."
"It's not enough." Liu Xie shook his head slowly. "This is just an elite division, not a division of kings."
Han Sui looked at Liu Xie hesitantly.
"If the imperial court issued an edict and ordered you to behead all the people in Guandong, would you carry out the edict?"
"this……"
"If you execute it, you will be an elite division, a division of tigers and wolves, but not a division of kings." Liu Xie said calmly: "The real division of kings lies in protecting the environment and the people."
"Protect the territory and the people?" Han Sui wondered. "Then...are those who oppose the cultivation of fields considered as citizens?"
"Think of the people." Liu Xie said: "The imperial court promoted land transfer in order to allow more people to live and work in peace and contentment. They opposed land transfer because they put their own interests above others. The general disarmed them and
Letting them go back to farming will bring peace to the people."
Liu Xie paused and then said: "The court's laws can only protect their legitimate rights and interests, but not allow them to do whatever they want."
Han Sui breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of tea.
The tea is very fragrant and a little sweet.
"Suppressing rebellion is only a trivial matter and does not require tens of thousands of troops." Liu Xie said: "There is another major matter related to the livelihood of millions of people, which requires the general's attention."
Han Sui quickly put down his teacup. "I will obey His Majesty's edict and will go through fire and water without hesitation."
"There is no need to walk through fire for the time being. It is possible to go to soup." Liu Xie tapped his fingers on An Xiang. "The autumn flood is coming, and the general must be prepared to ensure that the river embankments within the territory will not be in danger of bursting."
Liu Xie paused and looked solemn. "Can you do it?"