Long Qing and his son continued to talk for a while, and Long Qing seemed to be in an unusually high mood. Finally, he even got up and walked to the imperial case, picking up a few memorials and explaining them to Zhu Yijun.
The emperor did not waste time explaining too specifically. He just told the prince how to distinguish which of these memorials were urgent and must be approved as soon as possible; which were major and needed to be carefully decided; which were both major and urgent, and which must be sorted out as soon as possible.
To make a decision, if it is really difficult to make a decision at the moment, or for the sake of caution, you should quickly call the cabinet minister you trust or the cabinet minister who wrote the draft to come to the imperial court to summon him. In addition, you should also tell him which trivial matters and noisy matters can be left to the minister.
The ceremonial supervisor approved the red ceremony as a rule.
In fact, at the level of the emperor, most of the memorials that were actually received were trivial matters. Long Qing gave the prince an example: For example, a certain palace wrote: "There is a chaste woman in this palace. After her husband died, she went on a hunger strike for twenty-one days."
After she died, I asked the emperor to grant her a posthumous title and build an archway."
Long Qing told the prince that things like this are typical trivial matters. Logically speaking, the government can handle it by itself. However, due to the ancestral system of the imperial court, such chaste women and martyrs must be presented with court awards to show their grandeur, so it was wasted for no reason.
The emperor's time - anyway, this thing was decided by Zhu Yuanzhang, and you, the later emperor, can only follow it.
But actually this is pretty good. There is another type of reporting on the weather. For example, the emperor came to tell the emperor, "It rained for thirteen days this month, one day more than last year." Then the emperor learned from the sage in the memorial.
He started talking about astronomy and geography, so he could straighten out yin and yang. He continued to talk about the truth for two to three thousand words. The emperor was probably confused, so he changed the logic back and said that it rained one more day in his place.
This is a very important event in the world, so please pay close attention to it.
Well, actually this is not bad. Finally, people still know how to care about the local climate. What Long Qing hates even more is the other two categories:
One is to ask for greetings. The literal meaning of greetings is very simple. It means asking the emperor how he is doing recently, whether he is eating well, sleeping well, and whether he is in good health.
Isn't this nonsense? No matter whether the emperor's health is good or not, unless he is about to die of illness, he can only answer the sentence "I'm sorry". What the hell do you ask? This kind of memorial accounts for almost 30% of all memorials. Emperor
You have to open it and read it, there are dozens of them a day, which is really bad appetite. Therefore, the cabinet usually takes a look at this type of memorandum first, and then sends it directly to the Supervisor of Ceremonies - the cabinet does not have the authority to help the emperor answer the questions.
With this kind of problem, there is no time to waste on this kind of memorial.
But the Supervisor of Ceremonies couldn't just approve it directly. They also had to tell the emperor which officials had come to pay their respects today. The most annoying thing was that some officials liked to mention a few more things in their greetings, which would suddenly affect the cabinet.
The Chief of Ceremonies and the Emperor were all delayed.
The other type is those who come to give advice to the emperor on how to live his life after hearsay. There is no need to elaborate on this. In short, it is heard that the emperor has been to a certain concubine a lot recently, and then some advise the emperor to abstain from sexual intercourse and cultivate his moral character, and some advise the emperor to "wet both rain and dew"...
...In short, from Long Qing's point of view, these people are not only in a panic after eating too much, but also have no idea how annoying they are - it's true that you've heard that there's something going on, but you've even heard that the harem is coming? You have such a nose
It’s really good!
Although the prince was not the emperor yet, he was surprised when he saw that as an emperor he had to face so many useless memorials every day. He nodded in agreement with his father's teachings and had a profound understanding of how to select useful memorials from these rubbish.
And handling it properly is such an important skill.
After a while, Long Qing's face began to turn pale, and he finally managed to muster up the energy to finish talking about these things. His expression suddenly changed, he turned away, and said in a low voice: "Go."
Zhu Yijun was still thinking about the teaching just now, when he suddenly heard such an order, and said a little confusedly: "Huh?"
"Get out!" Long Qing's voice suddenly became stern, only getting deeper.
Zhu Yijun didn't know what was going on, so his father's expression changed, but he didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly resigned and went out.
Long Qing originally had his back to Zhu Yijun. It was not until Zhu Yijun's footsteps were far outside the door that he staggered to the imperial couch, grabbed the bright yellow brocade quilt, covered his mouth, and coughed hard.
While coughing, he turned his head and looked toward the door, his eyes a little panicked. It was not until he confirmed that the prince had walked down the steps and that it was impossible to hear the sound here that the panic gradually disappeared.
After letting go of the brocade quilt, Long Qing's face turned a bit paler - the brocade quilt was already stained with a large blood stain, and the blood contrasted with the bright yellow, showing a dark red and almost black color.
There was a hint of despair in Long Qing's eyes. He grabbed the brocade quilt with all his strength. He raised his head and looked towards the door again, only to see Zhu Yijun talking to Gao Pragmatic from a distance.
Long Qing's expression relaxed, and the despair in his eyes gradually turned into determination.
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Gao pragmatic did not ask Zhu Yijun what the emperor said to him, but just asked him "How is the emperor's dragon body?"
Zhu Yijun did not see the last scene of Long Qing vomiting blood, so he just said "it's okay", and he also knew the importance and did not mention the emperor's teachings on employment to Gao pragmatism. He only picked some things that the emperor taught him in the end to distinguish memorials.
Gao Pragmatic's eyes were very poisonous, and he could tell at a glance that although Zhu Yijun had not lied, there must be something unfinished. However, he did not feel that he had been deceived because of this. In the Tian family, there are always some things that are not open to outsiders, no matter how much they are.
No matter how favored a confidant is, he cannot bridge the gap between the monarch and his subjects.
It's just like he won't say everything to his servants. Although there are differences between the two, they are not much different in essence.
Gao Pragmatic is concerned about another point: since the emperor has begun to sharpen his weapons in battle and teach the prince these political management methods, it means that the emperor has a very bad judgment about his physical condition. But the problem is that Zhu Yijun obviously has not realized this yet.
He thought it was just because he had been watching politics for nearly a year, so his father began to further train him.
Should he tell Zhu Yijun his judgment that the emperor's physical condition was already very bad?
Gao pragmatically took a look at Zhu Yijun quietly and saw that he was smiling. His joy came completely from his heart. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What a good father, but he is about to die. Forget it, it's better not to tell him.
It would also be good to keep him happy for a while.
At this time, Zhu Yijun saw Gao Pragmatic's hesitation, slightly restrained his smile, and asked: "What's the matter? Do you have anything to say?"
Gao Qingshi rolled his eyes, but there was no flaw in his face. He said with a cautious expression: "I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen the imperial concubine for several days. It's better to meet the sun. Why don't I go to see you today? The prince thought how?"
In fact, Zhu Yijun never dared to get close to his biological mother Li Guifei, but after all, he was still Long Qing's son, and he was in awe of filial piety. Hearing this, he nodded and said: "You are right. It happened that my mother and concubine did not come to the Qing Palace just now. I am afraid that now I still don’t know about my father’s situation, but as a human son, I should go and say goodbye. Let’s go, it’s getting late, let’s go now.”
