Chapter 30: The minister wants more, the hob meat gang in the Great Qin Dynasty Hall
The First Emperor, who was about to leave, was startled.
The already relaxed ministers tightened their bodies.
It's time to get off work... I was originally working overtime... It's finally time to get off work... Are you telling me now that you want to force yourself to continue working overtime?
However, if I have any opinions, I just hold them back... If I don’t get off work, no one will be able to get off work!
"What else?"
The First Emperor's head was as big as an ox's question.
A large legal order has the help of three princes, which is already quite remarkable.
Moreover, he renamed Zhangtai Palace as Dalu Palace. Although it was a temporary establishment, its position within the palace was no worse than the official residence of the Three Lords.
There are also three thousand guardsmen who will be dispatched after listening.
If he is Ying Cheng, he should just shut up obediently. Even if there are other matters, he should stop them and wait until he has achieved some results before bringing them up.
"I also want the right to command the troops and horses of the garrison."
"I would like to ask the Young Mansion to delegate the authority to control the Ministry of Industry."
"I also want to know that the imperial censor has the authority to collect books and order them."
"I also want to have the authority to control the Military Discipline Department under the Taiwei Mansion."
Ying Cheng paused loudly and continued to say in a loud voice:
"I still want to give you the authority to rule under the Taichang Order."
"I still want to have the power to control the Ministry of Justice under the Tingwei."
"I still need it. If the Dalu government needs it, I can use it as needed and use the power of officials."
"I still want one hundred thousand gold as starting capital!"
"I also want all the land within a ten-mile radius on the west bank of the Zao River, next to Afang Palace!"
Bah!
Ying Cheng's words were sonorous and powerful, ringing like a bell and thundering like thunder.
just like!
Above the court, the three nobles, nine ministers, and hundreds of civil and military officials belong to you.
Can!
This shocked everyone who was about to get off work.
Good guy.
This was also the first time they had seen someone so blatantly asking for power, money, soldiers, and land from the First Emperor.
"Your Majesty, Dalu Ling, the treasury does not have one hundred thousand gold!"
The governor of Great Qin shook his head like a rattle and flatly refused before the others could speak.
In a word, if you want money, you won’t have any!
"Besides, why would you need so much money to amend a law?"
"The Dalu Mansion requires pen and ink, bamboo sticks, and silk paper. Even if the various officials who enter the Dalu Mansion want salaries, I will give them."
"But one hundred thousand gold, no!"
The rhetoric of governing Su Neishi is fierce, and there is an unyielding attitude.
It even came close to scolding him in class.
One hundred thousand gold, no matter what player you play, you think the money is falling from the sky.
"That's right, Your Majesty, Dalu Ling is special in nature. It can be said to be the most extravagant official office in our Great Qin Dynasty. With the help of the three nobles, Lord Cheng, please don't be greedy."
The young master didn't intend to say anything at first, but now someone wants to poach the most important Ministry of Industry from under him.
Even beating him to death won't work.
"Young Master Cheng is too greedy. You must know when to stop. If we talk about overstepping, the great laws and regulations are already overstepping the etiquette and law!"
Tai Feng stood up dissatisfied with the order, how could it be so?
This Ying Cheng is too presumptuous.
His hand actually reached out to Fengchang Mansion.
The originally quiet court hall became even more turbulent this time than before.
Mainly no one expected it.
Ying Cheng, who had achieved his goal, had such a big appetite that he actually wanted to swallow so many departments at once.
If this allows Ying Cheng to succeed.
Then they would be killing themselves.
"Cough cough cough!"
Seeing so many important officials in the imperial court making collective noises of dissatisfaction, the First Emperor couldn't help but cough.
"Ying Cheng..."
The First Emperor himself didn't even understand that Yingcheng's legislation was just legislation, and what so many departments were required to do.
Taichang Ling, um, etiquette and laws, just transfer a few talents to it when the time comes.
But what do you want the Ministry of Industry under the Young Master to do?
Why do you need the book collection order under the Yushifu?
And why do you need a garrison battalion of soldiers and horses? Three thousand black armored guards are not enough?
The First Emperor was very depressed at this time.
I have the idea of picking up Ying Cheng and throwing him out of the hall.
He felt he was tolerant enough.
He has given enough to Ying Cheng today.
This is not enough.
"Your Majesty, ministers, I do not intend to put these departments under the Dalu Mansion."
"It is to exercise temporary control. If necessary, it can be easily called upon. Don't misunderstand!"
Ying Cheng also forced himself to curse and explain.
These people are really... too sensitive.
Isn't it just a small department with such a big response?
But he had to fight for it.
Because he knows it too well.
If he wants to implement it in a drastic way, he cannot avoid the cooperation between departments.
If he wanted to use these departments distributed under the Nine Ministers, he would have to establish a lot of relationships, and even have to go to the court to have a fair discussion.
It's better to solve it once and for all now.
"It's not enough to rule temporarily. Please ask your Majesty to make the decision for me. Fengchang Mansion only has a few pitiful departments."
"And the Taichang Order is the most important department. If it is transferred to the Dalu Mansion, then Your Majesty, Your Majesty, just withdraw from the Fengchang Mansion."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I was wronged. I worked hard and thought about the Qin Dynasty. I didn't expect that the poor Ministry of Industry of the Shaofu was taken away by the Great Law Order."
"Your Majesty, I have a hard life. One hundred thousand gold. How can I come up with one hundred thousand gold? It's better to kill me."
Good guy.
A hob-meat gang suddenly appeared in the court.
A group of ministers who had not spoken much at first, now collectively started to engage in meat-cutting.
Right in the court hall, the roiling and roiling mode started.
"If there is a need for Dalu Ling, my young master will cooperate immediately. There is no need to temporarily rule."
"That's right. If Dalu orders it, Zhi Su Nei Shi will definitely cooperate. As for the one hundred thousand gold, it is not necessary. The imperial treasury is also short of money!"
Wave after wave of sound continued.
Don't talk about Fusu.
Even Li Si's face was twitching.
He felt that Ying Cheng should stop when he was ready.
Even he had to be careful to provide for these people.
One is in charge of salary, one is in charge of etiquette, and the other is in charge of manufacturing.
People really want to cause trouble for you.
They are determined to deduct your salary and not allocate funds to you.
Being obsessed with you is against the rules and etiquette, and can make you extremely annoyed.
In particular, the Shaofu is in charge of mountains, seas, land and rivers, and is responsible for supervising all construction projects. All craftsmen in the world belong to him.
If this offends.
That would be really difficult!
"Ahem, Dalu Ling needs to stop thinking about it carefully."
"Well, if the power of control is not enough, I can order these departments to fully cooperate with you in legislating."
"I have agreed to the garrison. The Western Camp will be left to your control. It is not impossible for you to requisition the land on the west bank of the Zao River appropriately."
"As for one hundred thousand gold."
"It's better to compromise. The Dalu Mansion should use it with reason and evidence. It comes from the treasury. Teng Aiqing must cooperate with it."
"What do you think?"
The First Emperor would also be worried.
I chose a compromise method and made the adjustments myself.
As for the troops and horses, they were given as soon as they were given, let alone one battalion, even the eight garrison battalions were given out.
He can take back whatever he gives out. Ying Zheng is very generous in this regard.
"Your Majesty, Holy Ming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the courtiers below who were cutting meat suddenly became serious and turned into well-behaved sheep to pay homage to the First Emperor.
Seeing that the ministers agreed, the First Emperor looked at Ying Cheng who was standing on the Fish-Dragon Platform.
The meaning is obvious.
Your opening will break the stable structure of the court.
If you don't agree to it, don't want anything anymore.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Ying Cheng sighed in his heart and had no choice but to give up. Perfection seemed impossible.
After all, the First Emperor was old. When Ying Cheng agreed, he didn't give anyone a chance to speak.
He stood up and left the dragon chair, then waved his hand and said:
"Retreat from the imperial court!"
This time it was really a break.
As the First Emperor walked away, the ministers left Xianyang Palace one by one, exhausted physically and mentally.
Of course not going home.
Instead, he went back to his official office.
The official off-duty time is before curfew.
Fusu was still lingering at the door, wanting to wait for Ying Cheng to go home together.
"General Guo, please stay!"
However, Ying Cheng had already run in front of Lieutenant Colonel Guo Huaiyi.
Guo Huaiyi greeted him nonchalantly: "I've met Mr. Cheng!"
Ying Cheng was not polite in any way, and he was not prepared to get too involved with the Lieutenant's Mansion. He said directly:
"Three thousand black-armored guards, I want them now!"
Guo Huaiyi looked at Ying Cheng speechlessly, touched his belly, and really wanted to ask, don't you want to eat?
"good!"
However, Guo Huaiyi still obeyed his orders.
"I'm waiting in front of the Yushi Mansion." Ying Cheng nodded and walked out of Xianyang Palace.
He just walked straight to the Censor's Mansion.
"Censor's Mansion?" Guo Huaiyi stared at Ying Cheng strangely.
The Lieutenant's Mansion is responsible for the palace security, and it only takes a moment to assemble three thousand black-armored guards.
His Majesty the First Emperor allocated three thousand black-armored guards to the Dalu Mansion for mobilization. Even if they were to be assembled, they should be assembled at Zhangtai Palace, not at the Yushi Mansion.
Besides.
Xianyang Palace does not refer to a palace alone.
The main palace, Xianyang Palace, is the place where court meetings are held. It includes the official offices of the Sangong and Jiuqing, Zhangtai Palace, Dize Palace and other palaces.
In fact, there is no place for three thousand black-armored guards to gather.
Even if they have to be stationed, they still have to gather at the official residence outside the palace.
However, His Majesty the First Emperor did not set up an official office outside the Dalu Mansion.
This actually gave Yingcheng's three thousand black-armored guards temporary command rights, and did not directly transfer the black-armored guards to Dalu Mansion.
In a certain sense, their duty is to prevent leaks of secrets and protect important personnel in Dalu Mansion.
"Forget it, the young master in this city is not a good person. Anyway, His Majesty asked me to obey orders, so I will just obey orders."
Guo Huaiyi touched his belly and forced himself to forget about hunger and gather his troops.
"Sincerity..."
But at the door, Fusu was waiting for Ying Cheng. When he saw Ying Cheng, he opened his mouth.
Unexpectedly, Ying Cheng opened his mouth and said: "Dad, you go home first, I still have things to do!"
Say it.
Ying Cheng ran away after Meng Yi, the imperial censor who had already gone away.
"……Son!"
Fusu was speechless and said the last half of the word.
I just feel a breath of depression coming from my heart.
If looks could kill, Ying Cheng's back would already be riddled with holes.
The imperial court was already deeply depressed today, and now that Ying Cheng had ignored him, the anger was even worse.
"Nizi, you have really grown up!"
Fusu shook his sleeves angrily and walked out of the palace gate.
