Ten times as much as three thousand and twenty imperial rods, it is thirty thousand and two hundred. My brothers and sisters also laughed at me for not being good at math. (For written novels, go to ‘Piaotian Literature Network’)
In fact, this time it’s not Douzi who is bad at math, but his Chinese language. What I want to write is, three thousand and twenty, the first twenty strokes are the first level, and Zhuge is punished for being late: the last three thousand is the second level.
, punishing Wu Yiwei for being too stupid, if Jingtai doubled it ten times, then the second step would be to say that three thousand becomes thirty thousand, and twenty does not change.
Hey, I'm good at math, but my Chinese is too poor, so I couldn't explain more than 30,000 sticks clearly. The stick guard really wanted to kneel on the ground and ask: "Can I do it in shifts?"
Jingtai noticed the guard's doubts, pointed at him, and said something incomprehensible: "From today on, you will stay with Lord Zhuge."
Everyone in the room didn't know why. Jingtai drank the herbal tea and continued to say to the guard holding the stick in a leisurely manner: "There is no need to finish the thirty thousand sticks at once. Divide them up. Three sticks a day, give them to me in the morning, noon and evening."
Just fight him for ten thousand days..."
At this time, Zhuge Xiaoyu suddenly knelt down with a grunt, his eyes were red and his face was grateful, and he kowtowed heavily. Jingtai didn't look at him at all, but still said to the staff guard: "Ten thousand days is not enough for thirty years. He is sick."
No fighting, no fighting when injured, no fighting during the three quarters and five celebrations, and no fighting at other times, to make up for thirty years, counting from tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, Zhuge had already burst into tears. He did not dare to howl loudly in front of the emperor, so he could only suppress his cries with all his strength. The strange sound of gurgling made people feel extremely uncomfortable. The little insect was obedient and waved his hand when he saw this.
, ordered others to leave, bowed and saluted Long Live, and quietly left the imperial study.
Zhuge Xiaoyu was a military officer, a person who commanded and guarded important weapons. How could his skills be ordinary? The punishment of three sticks every morning, noon and evening was nothing to him. The thirty thousand sticks given by Jingtai were not so much a punishment as a punishment.
It was a whipping. And in his opinion, this whipping came from His Majesty's love and trust.
In the second fire, even the leader of the Qianhe Guard, who had nothing to do with it, was convicted, not to mention the leader of the Wuyi Guard who made consecutive mistakes? But this time, His Majesty did not repay the previous worries, and the depression was swept away, replaced by guilt.
, grateful, Zhuge is not a tearful person, but now he can't hold back his crying no matter what. (To read text novels, go to 'Piaotian Literature Network')
"In this world, above people is talent, above talent is genius, and Fatty Xie is a genius.
He was born to be a spy. If he were here, none of those messy things would have happened. You are not as good as him." After the others left, Jingtai still did not look at Zhuge. The emperor leaned on the back of the chair and lowered his chin.
He raised his head and looked at the roof: "But he is dead, but you are still alive. Do you know why?"
"Whenever Fatty Xie finds out something, he always weighs it himself first, and then decides which to report and which not to report. Most of the things he reports are of great benefit to him, and the things he conceals are just for his own calculations.
You are different, you never hide the things you find out." Zhuge didn't need to answer, Jingtai gave the answer.
Case: "You are more honest than him, more loyal than him, and want to protect my world more than him. This is the reason. Although you are not as good at work as him, you are still a talent at least. It's just that there was Chang Tingwei before.
, so it always seems that you are not good enough. But to be fair, Wuyi Guard has done quite well in these years, and I know that."
"But just doing a good job is really not enough. You must do an outstanding job. If I just want to be an ordinary emperor, I don't need to embarrass you anymore, but I am determined for the world, and now I don't even have the territory of the Eastern Territory."
You can't even take care of it, the future will be better
The original, desert, grassland and southern wilderness are all integrated into the territory, wouldn't it be more difficult for you?" After saying that, Jingtai finally looked at Zhuge Xiaoyu: "If you are not talented enough, you can only make up for it with diligence. I will beat you three times a day.
The stick is for you to work harder and harder."
At this point, Jingtai suddenly changed the subject: "I suffered a serious illness three years ago, which damaged my vitality and shortened my lifespan. With my body, with proper care, I could live past ninety years, but now I have lost more than ten years."
years, may not live to be eighty years old.
There was a cry in Zhuge Xiaoyu's voice: "My emperor has his own destiny, and the dragon's body will be healthy and live forever..."
What the minister said was just a formality, but he could hear the sincerity in the other person's tone. This feeling made the emperor very comfortable. Jingtai smiled and shook his head: "I have the best doctor in the world by my side, so I have understood since I was a child.
A long life without borders is pure nonsense. No one can escape death... I have already passed the age of forty, and I only have about thirty years left to live. (For written novels, go to 'Piaotian Literature Network')"
As he spoke, Jingtai suddenly emphasized his tone: "I can still live for thirty years, so I'm going to give you these ten thousand sticks... Honghao, do you understand what I mean?"
Zhuge Xiaoyu's courtesy name is Honghao.
The emperor ordered the punishment of "three sticks a day for thirty years," and he himself could only live for another thirty years. How could Zhuge not understand the hidden meaning of Jingtai: these thirty years, you will stay with me.
Go over there.
The cries gradually subsided and suddenly became louder again. Zhuge kowtowed heavily, otherwise he didn't know how to express the gratitude in his heart that was about to explode.
Jingtai laughed again: "If you cry like this, don't you need to be beaten? Wipe your tears clean and go down and collect the twenty sticks first! Come back after being beaten. I still have something for you to do!"
The second severe punishment was thirty thousand sticks divided into ten years. The twenty sticks that were first used to punish him for coming late had to be struck immediately.
When Zhuge was carried back, Xiao Chongzi returned to the Imperial Study Room to attend him. In addition, the emperor also announced that an imperial doctor would be waiting for him.
Zhugehou's buttocks were bruised, but he did not move to resist. On the contrary, he took the initiative to ask the staff guard to use his full strength. The staff guard, on the other hand, thought that he would stay with this gentleman for the rest of his life and wanted to sell his friendship first.
, it would be easier for everyone to get along with each other after the beating was gentler, but now that the master insisted on beating harder, he had no choice but to give in. The imperial doctor rushed forward to clean the wound, apply medicine and bandage. After a lot of work, Jingtai handed over the errand.
The emperor's mind remained unchanged. If the rebels displeased him, he would kill people. He completely ignored Wen Jinqian's previous advice and ordered the Wuyi Guards to kill all the family members of officials above Renyong and Lieutenant in the rebel camp. There was no need to kill them.
Nine ethnic groups, but immediate family members such as parents, wives and children will be killed. (For written novels, go to 'Piaotian Literature Network')
In addition to punishment, killing the relatives of the rebel chiefs also hid another plan of Jingtai...
Zhuge wanted to stand up and kowtow to accept his order, but Jingtai looked at his butt, smiled and waved his head." Then the conversation changed and he asked: "How do you think those people should be killed?"
Zhuge thought about it carefully and then replied: "In recent decades, Dayan has rarely been implicated anymore, but the laws are still there and have not been abolished. The rebels committed a serious crime that killed the nine tribes. Your Majesty only killed Renyong."
Direct relatives above the rank of captain are already showing mercy outside the law, and they will never conflict with the laws of Dayan."
After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, and after Wu Jingtai didn't speak for a while, Zhuge continued: "But killing relatives will push the rebels to a dead end.
It is also an irritation to those sour scholars and foolish masters in the country. It is not difficult to use the power of ministers to cause some natural disasters and make all those guilty die unexpectedly. This will not have much impact on the discord between the laws.
In the ignorance of heaven and man, things will be settled."
Zhuge only gives choices, but Jingtai is the one who really makes the decision.
The latter had a dumbfounded expression after listening to his tirade: "Originally, I wanted you to assassinate in secret so as not to cause trouble!" Jingtai killed this time to vent his anger. As long as the person dies, he can vent his anger and be happy. He doesn't need to show it to anyone.
: "When I ask you how to kill, I'm not referring to the laws and regulations, but I'm asking you how these people will die."
He still asked unclearly, but Zhuge Xiaoyu already understood: "Either pouring boiling water on the body, or biting by rats and ants, or having the skin and eyes gouged out, everyone will die miserably. If a whole corpse is left, I will come and see you."
Long live the rest, the little one will definitely die in front of the older one. The older one will definitely die in front of the older one. In every house, the youngest child will die first, and the one who dies last will definitely be the oldest person. (
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Jingtai didn't express much, but he didn't shake his head either. His expression was clear and he was probably satisfied, but he still felt it was a bit inadequate.
Zhuge Xiaoyu continued: "I once heard someone say that traitors have traitors in their heads.
[The body] has internal sinews, and no matter how good the Lord is to them, they will still rebel. The reason is that traitors are passed down through blood, and rebellion is inherited. "…The topic of ministers has gone from punishing Ni to touching bones and reading fortunes.
Jingtai was not interested in hearing too much and asked directly: "What do you want to say?"
"What I want to say is that the crime of Zhenqing originated from the inheritance of evil roots from the ancestors. It is far from enough to punish themselves and their close relatives. The ancestors of the thieves should all be punished. I ask you to dig up their ancestors' graves and throw their bodies and bones.
!”
Jingtai finally showed a smile, but still did not nod, but asked: "Who should kill first, or dig up the ancestor's grave first?"
Zhuge didn't even think about it and immediately answered: "First dig the ancestral graves. The Wuyi Guards will detain the guilty party and take them to the ancestral hall of their ancestral mountain. They will open the graves and throw the bodies in front of the whole family."
Jingtai's smile grew wider: "I feel that the Wuyi Guards are already very hard working all day long on national affairs. There is no need for them to do some heavy work themselves."
Zhuge Xiaoyu understood it at first, and suddenly realized: "You can use a child to force an adult, and an adult to hold an old man hostage. In short, we will not do anything about digging the soil. Whoever digs the ancestral tomb of someone else will dig it out by himself; whoever destroys the coffin of the ancestor of someone else."
"
Jingtai finally laughed loudly, "Haha," and slammed the table: "Okay!"
The emperor was satisfied, Lord Zhuge was proud of you, and was filled with joy. He thought more carefully about the case in order to relieve the Ming Dynasty: "On the night when the Nanli delegation arrived in Hongyao, the Zhenqing camp broke into the pass, and the rebels raised troops. The officials thought this was the case.
It was too much of a coincidence that the rebels left early the next morning, and the Nanli people were unharmed, which also seemed a bit suspicious. This matter..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jingtai interrupted: "Wuyi Guards are responsible for supervising the country. As long as there is any threat to me or Yan, it will be under your authority and responsibility. If you think there is anything suspicious, just go and investigate. No need."
Come and ask me. But when investigating these foreign missions, we need to be more flexible in our methods. It would be bad if the subjects feel that I, Dayan, am using my power to bully others."
Zhuge Xiaoyu understood the meaning of Long Live, nodded in agreement, kowtowed on the ground to thank him, and was carried out of the palace to run errands overnight. The staff guard followed with his stick. From now on, he will follow him for thirty years.
Master Zhuge is here.
The rest of the crowd retreated, and the little insect no longer concealed his feelings. His little face was full of admiration. He happily gave the emperor a cup of medicinal tea and said happily: "It's a rebellion, but it shows how long it takes to get rid of it."
, it’s really amazing.”
Jingtai raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "This flattery is too loud and too hasty. You little bug, too much is too little."
The little insect was serious and shook his head: "It's not a random compliment, I really admire it. Your Majesty first gave Mr. Wen a reward for his contribution, and then gave Mr. Zhuge a heavy penalty of 30,000 sticks. I am a fool, but I can also get something out of it.
Reward and punishment
I can see your methods..." At this point, Little Chongzi suddenly realized that his words didn't seem like compliments. Even a fool could see your methods... He stuck out his tongue, no.
Dare to speak up.
Jingtai laughed loudly, waved his hand and said, "Go on, it doesn't matter."
"The rebellion in Zhenqing was originally a bad thing, but Long Live Lord used one reward and one punishment to really win over the two important ministers. Both of them are first-class talents. Let me tell you, winning their loyalty is enough."
It’s better than the more than 10,000 rebels! If Master had known, he would have laughed and said that Zhenqing would be better off!”
The little insect beamed with joy, as if he was happy. Apart from the Imperial Master, he was the closest person to the emperor. Jingtai had long stopped calling himself "I," when he and he were alone. This shows that the relationship between the two of them is now in the [room]
There are no outsiders, and the little insect doesn’t need to talk.
Too particular, he continued: "Master is indeed right about you. His old man has long said that Wanzai's intelligence is definitely outstanding, but he has a bad temper. Sometimes losing his temper will blind his mind. If you can deal with things calmly, you will be able to do things calmly."
Win the eternal Mingjun.
Jingtai was even more happy, but he still shook his head and said with a smile: "I can't stand the words Qiangu Mingjun. I just remember two things. The last time he traveled far away, he caused such a big disaster. He learned from it.
When I'm not around, I always have to be a little bit but I don't dare
Acting willfully again: Another thing, no matter if he is here or not, I try not to get angry. When I get angry, it hurts my body. On the contrary, it drags him down and requires him to take care of me laboriously. But what he said is right. I don’t feel happy in my heart.
When I'm angry, my brain is indeed much more active."
After laughing, Jingtai's tone returned to calm: "It's just that you are wrong in one thing. No matter what, Zhenqing's rebellion is always a bad thing. It is such a bad thing that there is no such thing as "they are good for it!"
The little insect nodded vigorously, bowed and said: "I will prepare my luggage and set off for the southwest as soon as possible. I will ask the local brothers to take action to kill the rebel leader." Jingtai gave a few more instructions before letting the little eunuch leave, and he himself
After sitting for a while, I thought about the whole thing from beginning to end. After making sure that there were no omissions, I stood up and planned to return to the palace.
With medicinal tea to regulate his body, he can still have three women in a month. Jingtai is very satisfied with himself tonight and plans to reward himself. Unexpectedly, when he got up, he suddenly realized that the sky was white at the moment and it was already dawn. It would be time before long.
It's morning.
The emperor looked a little depressed, shook his head and sighed, simply did not return to the palace, and sat back to his original position.
Just lie down on the table and take a nap...
At the same dawn, Jingtai had just fallen asleep, but his grandma had already woken up. He still wanted to sleep, but the little baby beside him was annoying, pushing him gently, saying "Catch the inside, scratch the inside," and kept screaming.
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