Lao Zhu pondered for a while, without saying anything, and waved Han Du away.
Han Du was helpless when he saw this and had to resign.
The next day, morning.
As a capital official, Han Du was naturally promoted to stand on duty.
However, Han Du, an eighth-grade official, is not qualified to stand inside the Fengtian Palace. He can only stand at the steps outside the palace. Fortunately, the weather is good today and it did not rain. Otherwise, Han Du would have been in embarrassment with the eunuchs.
Hide under the corridor.
However, the air in the south of the Yangtze River was humid, and Han Du, who had gone out in the middle of the night, felt uncomfortable because his official uniform was stained with dew and was a little damp. It was not until the sun came out that the moisture on his body was dried, and he felt a little better.
From the time the sun first rises, to when it reaches the middle of the sky, and when the sun is about to set in the west.
Not only Han Du, but everyone who participated in the morning court felt hungry.
In order to avoid being anxious when going to court and causing a loss of etiquette before the king, the civil and military officials who went to court would not even take a sip of water.
But today's court meeting was extraordinarily long, which made all the officials feel their chests pressed against their backs with hunger. Some of the older ones looked like they were about to faint from hunger.
Lao Zhu was sitting on the dragon chair. When he saw the hungry bodies of the officials below him swaying here and there, he said loudly: "There are many things to do today, and the court meeting took a long time. My dear friends have worked hard. In order to avoid starving.
Dear dear friends, I have specially prepared a banquet to reward all my dear friends."
After saying that, he told the old eunuch on the side: "Pass the meal around."
When all the officials heard this, they were not flattered by the emperor's invitation to dinner. Instead, they all thought that the banquet was not a good one.
It turns out that in order to advocate frugality, Lao Zhu once took advantage of the Queen Ma's birthday to entertain hundreds of officials. However, this banquet not only did not include big fish and meat, but was not even as good as the usual meals, only four dishes and one soup.
That is fried radish, fried leeks, two large bowls of green vegetables, and the last one is a very ordinary green onion and tofu soup. If these dishes are placed in a poor farmer's house, they will naturally be considered a good meal. But if they are placed in the Fengtian Palace of the Forbidden City
Here, among the people of this group of high-ranking officials and well-paid people, it naturally became a vulgar food that was difficult to swallow.
But now that we are so hungry, no matter how vulgar food is, it is just a timely rain. If it can fill the stomach and relieve the pain of searching the intestines, then it is good. As for eating vulgar food, what does it matter? People are very hungry.
Even grass roots and bark can be eaten.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
All the officials replied weakly.
When the food was served, it was not the four dishes and one soup that Bai Guan had imagined. Although it looked strange, each portion was presented with a sense of exquisiteness. It was obvious that the imperial chef had put a lot of thought into making these things.
At this time, Lao Zhu spoke.
He stood up from the dragon chair and said as he walked, "I know that in order to make you frugal, I once treated you to four dishes and one soup. Some of you complained about this. I'm afraid you didn't say it with your mouth, but you were scolding it in your heart.
Am I stingy?"
"I don't dare." After hearing the emperor's words, all the officials shouted and knelt down.
"Hmph, have you ever thought that you know better than me?" Lao Zhu waved his sleeves and returned to the dragon chair.
The same seafood as the previous ministers was also placed in front of him.
In the entire Fengtian Hall, all the officials were kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed. In front of each of them was a low wooden table, on which, from Han Du's point of view, was placed a sumptuous seafood.
Lao Zhu sat back and sighed: "I asked someone a question before, that is, what kind of emperor is a good emperor, and what kind of officials are good officials? I want to ask you this too today,
What kind of emperor do you think is a good emperor, and what kind of officials do you think are good officials?"
After Lao Zhu finished speaking, the Fengtian Palace fell silent.
This problem is too big. I won’t say whether it can be said well. Even if it can be said well, it will be destroyed by the wind. If you speak rashly, you may get burned. Therefore, all the civil and military officials knelt down and said nothing.
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"What, no one can answer?" Lao Zhu waited for a moment and saw no one said anything, so he asked.
Do you think you can escape by being silent?
Lao Zhu sneered and began to name names.
"Xue Aiqing, what do you think?"
Xue Xiang saw that he could not escape, so he bit the bullet and replied: "A king who works hard to govern, opens up his voice, and is good at accepting advice can be regarded as a wise king, just like Taizong of the Tang Dynasty."
When Lao Zhu heard this, he took a deep look at Xue Xiang. He knew that this was because the civil servants were still immersed in the dream of the former Song Dynasty that "the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats ruled the world together" and had not woken up. He hoped that he would accept the advice.
Lao Zhu starts with a bowl and clears a country. For five thousand years in China, he is the only one. His control over the world's courts is far greater than that of ordinary emperors. He has always been arbitrary and independent, and there is no such thing as co-governance. How can he be the snot of the Song Dynasty?
Can the emperor compare?
But the purpose of today is not to argue about this, and Lao Zhu couldn't say anything, so he had to put this section down.
He continued to ask: "What do you think, Aiqing, about being an official? How to be a good official?"
"Self-discipline, honesty and integrity are considered good officials." Xue Xiang didn't know how to answer, so he had to say it in a popular tone.
After hearing this, Lao Zhu looked calm.
After pondering for a while, he did not evaluate whether what Xue Xiang said was right or wrong, good or bad. Instead, he said to the officials: "Everyone, get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." All officials responded.
The officials looked at Lao Zhu's expression and related it to what they had just said with Xue Xiang. Everyone knew that the emperor was not very satisfied with Xue Xiang's words.
Lao Zhu glanced at the officials and said, "Do you want to know how that person answered me when I asked him?"
After all the officials heard this, they were really curious about the answer from the emperor. After all, it could be seen from the emperor's expression that the emperor was not satisfied with Xue Gongbu's answer, but he was obviously dissatisfied with that person's answer.
The answer is very satisfying.
Regarding the emperor's question, these officials asked themselves. Even if the question was asked to them, they could only give an answer similar to that of Xue Gongbu. Since someone had a better answer, the officials naturally wanted to know what that person said.
What.
Lao Zhu didn't care what the officials thought. He thought about it in his mind and continued: "He said to me, an official who can lead the people under his rule to have enough food and clothing is a good official. Likewise, an official who can lead the people in the world to have enough food and clothing is a good official."
An emperor who dresses warmly is a good emperor."
That's it?
The official originally thought that the answer that would satisfy the emperor must be a famous saying that would be remembered forever, but he did not expect that it would be these two simple sentences.
The vocabulary is vulgar, just two sentences of spoken language.