Zhen Guo Princess GL

Consciously or unintentionally, I lived in the palace for a long time, and I got up early every morning to greet my mother, and my mother also kept me by her side intentionally or unintentionally, reading and grinding ink for her from morning to night, and watching these ministers and ministers with cold eyes Workers'... fighting.

The word "fighting" may not be appropriate, after all, so far, most of the disputes are still mild, limited to paper and verbal exchanges, occasionally fierce, and there has never been a fight The words and papers are still tactful, and the dignity of officials and ministers has been maintained up and down-at least the format of the confrontation is still neat, strictly following the hidden meanings of "pointing at the mulberry and scolding the tree", "borrowing the past to satirize the present" and so on. The rules and a lot of swearing words are also modified through the technique of "metaphor", so that everyone can still face it.

In front of the ministers and me, my mother had completely different faces. In front of the ministers, she seemed hesitant and impulsive. On the one hand, she kept comforting Li Zhaode, refuted many accusations against him in front of him, and offered food during the meeting. She called him by his name, and sometimes affectionately called him "Li Lang", but she never denied the memorials attacking Li Zhaode, but kept asking "Is there any evidence?"The ministers gradually comprehended the Holy Will, and there were more and more accusations that were verified, and finally they were compiled into a grand article "Shuo Lun", which was first circulated between the court and the opposition, and then submitted to his mother through the hands of the ministers. Not at home to treat the crime, cut off all contact with the outside world, while Lai Junchen found out batch after batch of evidence, and sent them to his mother truthfully.

After going through shock, hesitation, and regret, my mother made up her mind to demote Li Zhaode to Nanbin county captain, and all the prime ministers were also demoted because the party attached to him.

Even in the bloody and murderous Great Zhou Dynasty, the turmoil this time was considered to be extremely great-the nine prime ministers were all dismissed at once, and eight of them were demoted to low-grades such as county captains and county magistrates.Wu Chengsi couldn't wait to enter the palace, denounced Li Zhaode's arbitrariness in front of his mother, praised the Holy Son of Heaven for his wisdom in eliminating rape and evil, and at the same time recommended a few "loyal and upright people" who were not at all his henchmen. At least Di Renjie was not. My mother was noncommittal about his recommendation, but after he left, she asked me with a smile: "What do Taiping think of these people?"

My mother's smile was very calm, but she was a little tired in the calm. She always looked like this in front of me these days. …Don’t dare to speak falsely.”

My mother looked at the case, and there were two stacks of memorials, one pile was full of critics of Li Zhaode, the other pile was full of defenses for him and the degraded prime ministers, in terms of numbers, the number of people defending Li Zhaode far exceeded those who criticized Li Zhaode. his people.My mother smiled, and motioned me to read the memorials from the defense pile—only the official names of the ministers, and nothing else. I took the "Shuo Lun" from that pile and looked at it. Although there are many words written in an eloquent manner, the real evidence of the crime is only a few: killing the imperial censor with a stick, arbitrariness, and insulting officials...

I read the memorabilia word by word, with a flat tone and no waves. My mother didn't care about my voice, she just sat and meditated on her own. After I finished reading that piece, I waited quietly for a while before Listening to his mother ordering someone to fetch white hemp, calling Cui Mingde and Wan'er to come in, he issued several orders in one breath, but he was not in a hurry to appoint a prime minister, but first mentioned the few people Wu Chengsi mentioned, as well as Wu Yizong, Wu Youning, Lai Junchen, Cui Xiu, Yang Ziheng, Yang Zhiyi and others were each appointed - Cui Xiu moved from Lintai Supervisor to Luantai Minister - and then came to worship: Di Renjie, Wu Sansi, Yang Ziheng Quanzhi political affairs.

Although Cui Xiu's promotion was expected, it was better than expected. I unconsciously raised my head and quietly went to see Cui Mingde. She was writing without any fluctuations. I heard my mother smile and say to her, "Your uncles and nephews The two of them were in Fengge and Luantai, and it was a good talk for a while." After Fang got up to thank him, my mother looked at Cui Mingde and then at Wan'er, and suddenly turned her head and asked me in a low voice: "How old is Zheng Xiuyuan?" son?"

I bowed and said, "I can't remember clearly...it seems to be the sixth child?"

The mother frowned slightly and said: "Since you are a relative of the Zheng family, you should always pay more attention to it. When the time is right, you can take care of it."

I saw her glance at Wan'er, she understood, and promised to write down the matter. My mother had something on her mind, and she sat and meditated again, tapping her fingers on the armrest repeatedly. Job?"

When I heard her mentioning Wei Qing, my heart tightened, and I said in a low voice, "I am the Zuo Lang of Zuo Lang, and I am also a proofreader of maps in Wenchang Province."

Mother said: "since he is on good terms with you, he can be transferred to Fengge, and any general manager can be a servant."

My heart was pounding, and I said in a low voice: "He doesn't have much talent, so let's do some painting and geomantic work. Fengge wants it, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

My mother laughed: "he is also Jingzhao Webster, who came from the imperial examination. He is just a layman. What can he not afford?" Busy until noon, now I feel tired and can't stretch my arms, so I left in a hurry. Cui Mingde also stood up and left after writing the decree she received, but Wan'er stayed in because she was called to write the appointment of a servant.

Cui Mingde and I withdrew from the front of the imperial court, looked at each other at the door, walked to a secluded place one after the other, and said first: "I have made up my mind that the poetry meeting will be held often, and it will be held once in a month or two no matter what. , and it is not limited to scholars, ministers and wives, and even palace deacons. Even small things can help each other, what do you think?"

Cui Mingde raised his eyebrows and said, "At first it was a poetry club, what happened after that?"

I didn't want to hide it from her, so I said happily: "Then there is the Socialist Party I told you about—I want to point it out, it's weird, and we're not that close to each other. We are familiar with each other, know each other's temperament and ambition, and have something in common, so that we can truly form a society. The establishment of this social party is not just about the things I told you. Funeral sacrifices also depend entirely on the palace. In the past, those nobles who died within a few years had their steles and stones scattered, and the offerings were not good. It's a blessing."

I didn't believe in these merits and ghosts and gods before, but I myself have traveled through time, and I can't help being a little in awe of these unknown things, especially recently I often listen to A Huan's lectures on Buddhist scriptures, and I have some scruples—of course The most important thing is that people at the time really valued this. If the Socialist Party can solve the problem of incense and blood, it can also win over more people.

Cui Mingde took a deep look at me, and said calmly: "You have decided to entrust this body here, and you will have no roots and no successor, and the incense will be cut off, so you don't care?"

I laughed: "How many times do you have to ask me? I really don't care about this matter. I don't mention how many lives these so-called incense sticks can last. Even if they can last thousands or ten thousand years, I am gone. What do I need these false names for?" Wouldn’t it be better to do what you want to do in life, than to be incensed for generations after death—don’t you think so too?”

Cui Mingde pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "After all, we can't choose, you are different." Before I could open my mouth, he said first: "Since Erniang has already thought about the matter of the poetry club, let's do it quickly. .These two sides...are just getting started.”

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