Hearing this order, Guo Xun was ashamed and ashamed: "...I understand, I made a joke, and I am guilty!"
"If the Marquis is guilty, how can he get the decree to let the Marquis know about the banquet?" Zhang Zuo cupped his hands, "Our family has to go back to answer the decree."
Guo Xun hurriedly tried to stay with him by being polite, and then quickly brought the prepared Xie Yi.
Zhang Zuo saw Qiu Luan and stopped: "Is this... the direct grandson of the Marquis of Xianning?"
"...Qiu Luan has met Eunuch Zhang!" Qiu Luan immediately saluted cleverly.
Zhang Zuo nodded with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty ordered the Imperial Hospital to arrange for the imperial doctor to go to the Marquis Mansion today to treat the old Marquis' disease. Your Majesty said that the Marquis of Xianning has worked hard and made great achievements, and he also has a good grandson."
"Qiu Luan kowtows to thank Heaven!" Qiu Luan knelt down and burst into tears, "Qiu Luan must be Your Majesty's loyal minister!"
Qiu Yue is seriously ill and may not be able to survive this time. What the enemy is thinking about is whether the title he was awarded for his meritorious service due to King Anhua's rebellion can be continued.
What if civil servants cause trouble?
Now that the emperor had commented that "Qiu Yue has a good grandson" and sent the imperial doctor to treat the disease, Qiu Luan finally settled down.
That was an emperor who was close to his age. If Jian was in the emperor's heart, Qiu Luan would be able to accompany the emperor for the whole dynasty!
After seeing Zhang Zuo off, both Guo Xun and Qiu Luan were inexplicably excited.
"Eat wine, eat wine!" Guo Xun's blood boiled, "His Majesty actually followed the old practice of letting your ministers know about the banquet! Little Qiu'er, no, Mr. Qiu, we did the right thing this time!"
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In a small house in Beijing, the oil lamp in the owner's study stayed on until late at night.
Hearing the sound of more drums and the patter of night rain outside, Xia Yan squeezed his eyes tightly and put down his pen.
After taking a sip of cold tea, he reviewed most of the memorial in front of him from beginning to end.
After the court meeting in which Mao Cheng was demoted to a civilian position, officials did not dare to go to court easily for a short period of time.
But from that day on, Xia Yan, who learned that Yang Yiqing was about to return to the imperial court, began to prepare this memorial after hearing the emperor's words about resetting the three major camps.
"Please make sure the border reserves are in place to prevent the enemy from getting into trouble".
If the resettlement of the three major camps is regarded as an important matter in the next few years, what will happen over there?
As a military officer, Xia Yan was doing his job.
The emperor wanted his official words to be meaningful and pay attention to the quality of his poems and poems. Xia Yan felt that his opportunity had come.
"Official." His concubine brought a cup of hot tea with some resentment, "It's already the fourth watch."
Xia Yan, who was thirty-nine years old, smiled, took the tea from her hand, then handed it to her mouth habitually and closed her eyes.
On the shoulders and neck, a pair of soft hands had reached out and started to hold it slowly.
After opening his eyes and putting down the tea cup, he closed his eyes again and said softly: "Your Majesty is a great treasure, and he never rests for a day. Your Majesty has high aspirations and hopes that all officials will speak more about important things, that is, they must be meaningful. I have worked hard.
Don’t wait for me for a few days. I’ll go directly to court later.”
"...The other day I heard from officials that His Majesty was able to speak to seventeen officials in one breath, which frightened my family and my sister."
Hearing the worry in her tone, Xia Yan raised the corners of his lips confidently: "Are you afraid that my official position will annoy the emperor? You don't understand these things!"
"Of course an official is a first-class capable minister! After working so hard for so many days, he will definitely become a blockbuster. Jane is in the heart of the emperor!"
"Okay." Xia Yan reached out to his shoulder and pinched the catkin, pulled it over and sat on his lap, "There are still a few things to write, so go and rest first. I want His Majesty to see me as soon as possible.
memorial."
This memorial must be written before the strategy for resetting the three major camps is finalized!
After taking a short break, Xia Yan continued to complete the final part.
It’s the New Year’s Day meeting soon.
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In the early morning of the first day of May, more officials in the capital were also preparing for the New Year's Day Meeting.
Zhang Heling and Zhang Yanling, the brothers who are distinguished relatives, can also go to court today.
The great court meeting on the first day of the lunar month is generally just a ceremonial ceremony, and the number of people who can attend the court meeting is much larger than that of the regular court meeting.
After getting up from the bed where he had taken his new concubine, Zhang Heling walked to the door of the room from time to time, looking in the direction of the palace from a distance, and looking at the sky from time to time.
Grain Rain has passed, spring and summer have alternated. It has been rainy and rainy these past few days, and the thunder started from last night. Zhang Heling was also woken up by the thunder, so he hurriedly got up early.
It's a coincidence, so is it possible that something happened tonight?
"Master Marquis, even if it's a big court meeting, there's no need to get up in such a hurry." The seventeen-year-old concubine was still snoozing, so she got up after him and yawned after he got dressed.
"What do you know!" Zhang Heling just looked at the palace.
Elsewhere, Xia Yan has also written a memorial.
After the court meeting today, you can submit it to the General Affairs Department.
He put on his court clothes and tied the corners of his black belt carefully.
The capital was still sleeping in the darkness, and most of the houses with lights on at this time were officials' mansions.
Some lower-ranking officials live in outer cities and have to get up earlier.
According to regulations, low-ranking officials are not allowed to ride in sedan chairs. After entering the city, they are not allowed to ride horses.
After arriving at the city gate, the surveyor was allowed to enter the city.
From time to time, a flash of lightning lit up the night sky, and amid the rumble of thunder, many officials walked towards the imperial city under the umbrellas opened by their servants.
It’s so painful! Today’s court meeting, so many people still have to be outside the west corner gate.
There are not many places in the corridor, and there are still many relatives who want to stand in today.
Yang Tinghe was not worried, he was standing in front anyway.
But who has not survived the wind and rain?
After going out and sitting in the sedan, raindrops hit the roof and curtain of the sedan. Yang Tinghe closed his eyes and rested.
The decree has been conveyed, and the prayer feast will be held tomorrow to show respect. Your Majesty understands the meaning of the feast and shows his attitude of respecting the ethics.
Of course, it is also to win the hearts of literati all over the world.
But it’s not that pure. Otherwise, why would we use the banquet of honoring ministers and warriors to learn scriptures again?
He was thinking about something and suddenly felt the sedan shaking.
Just as he was frowning, he heard the bearer in front of him whisper with a little fear: "Is that the palace over there?"
"What happened?" Yang Tinghe asked in a deep voice.
"...Ge...Mr. Ge, there seems to be something wrong in the palace..."
Yang Tinghe's eyes widened immediately and he eagerly opened the sedan curtain in front of him.
Looking with frowning eyes, there was indeed a faint light ahead. In the slight flicker, smoke could be seen rising.
Yang Tinghe's pupils suddenly shrank.
That's straight ahead!
What is the location directly in front of Daming Gate?
It's not Chengtianmen or Meridian Gate, it's somewhere further north.
Three main halls? Qianqing Gate? Qian...Qing Palace?
"Quick! Move forward!"
Yang Tinghe's heart sank and he urged urgently.
The bearers gritted their teeth, carrying the sedan and speeding up in the increasingly heavy rain.
Yang Tinghe kept staring ahead, clenching his teeth.
Only four days have passed since the court meeting that frightened all the ministers. If the Qianqing Palace caught fire, what a catastrophic disaster it would be?
Is it a lightning strike, or...
Yang Tinghe's heartbeat is getting faster and faster, but you can't, you absolutely can't!
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Note: Volume 2 of "Records of Emperor Shizong of the Ming Dynasty": In the fifth month of the 16th year of Zhengde's reign, Renzishuo suffered a disaster in Rijingmen.
Ten days after Emperor Jiajing ascended the throne, the gate of Qianqing Palace was burned down.
Thirty-year-old mother, let me use this incident to illustrate something.