From the Red Mansion to Riding a Dragon to the Great Desolation

In a certain official mansion in the west of the city, a poetry meeting was being held in the garden. All the participants were court officials.

The dancers of the Jiaofang Division are dancing in the water pavilion, and the sound of silk and bamboo is accompanied by the fragrance of gardenias floating across the water. It should be a good time to enjoy the flowers and write poems, but the officials present gathered on the attic one by one, looking at the distant imperial city.

The magnificent Miyagi, the tall crystal tower surrounded by clouds and mist, no matter how many times you look at it, you will feel magnificent and dreamy.

It is a kind of enjoyment to go to court and work in such a heavenly palace, but it is a pity that the owner of the heavenly palace is not smart enough.

While admiring, they shook their heads in pity.

"Ancestral rules, three years do not change the way of the father. Before the emperor's bones were cold, the officials took the king and the others to attack. First set up a bureau, and then convict and confiscate the family. This method is really..."

"If things go on like this, if the officials don't like anyone, they will use their own bodies to tarnish that person's reputation, and that's fine."

"If the first emperor knew, my Great Song Dynasty Hall will become a toy for children, and I will definitely die without peace. Alas."

"Then Yang Wenguang, but a small bodyguard, did not do much. He only blocked the king's chancellor once, and he became a fourth-rank general in one step. The officials treat the generals so favorably, where do they think we are waiting for civil servants?"

"Maybe the officials think those illiterate fools can handle government affairs, haha..."

"The official has ordered someone to hand over a note, and let those who make up for the disaster relief go to the household department to collect the money today. The treasury is empty, but the official family is Emperor Ziwei who came to the world, and maybe he can borrow money from the God of Wealth."

"I also ordered people to send letters to the generals in various places, asking them to go to the Ministry of Industry to collect weapons and armor today. The Ministry of Industry does not have enough stock, so the officials can borrow from the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals."

"I hope the officials understand that state affairs are not as simple as children playing games."

The ministers are complacent about their ingenious plan, thinking that the little emperor will soon know that the court cannot function without them.

A servant hurried into the courtyard, climbed up to the attic, and whispered a report in the ear of the Minister of Industry.

The Minister of Industry's complexion changed, and he cupped his hands to say goodbye to his friend: "My wife suddenly fainted. The doctor said that she is pregnant, and the fetal image is unstable. I have to go back and have a look."

Everyone hurriedly congratulated, and some people laughed and said: "Mr. Zhang and his wife are deeply in love. They already have three sons and two daughters, and they are so worried that they can't walk steadily."

"It's joy, Mr. Zhang is nearly sixty years old, and he is always strong..."

Everyone made fun of their colleagues, those who were thoughtful and flexible, looked at the back of the servant of the Ministry of Industry who was walking away in a hurry, felt uneasy, and ordered people to go to the palace to inquire about the situation.

The servant of the Ministry of Industry did not go home, so he got on the sedan chair and told the bearer: "Go to the Ministry of Industry, hurry up."

In the palace, Chen Xi took a stroll around, and saw that most of the officials in the six departments were missing, and there was only one Minister of the Ministry of War sitting in charge.There was a long queue at the entrance of the Ministry of Industry and the Household Department, and the officials took the approval documents and stamped them, but the public housing was tightly closed, and the officials on duty could not do anything.

"Liu Shangshu broke his leg. As the saying goes, if you hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, you need to take good care of it." Chen Xi raised his foot and kicked the office of the Shangshu of the account opening department, took out his official seal, and said with a smile: "The account department has a lot to do with it. You can't suspend the job for a hundred days just because of Liu Shangshu... How about this, Yan Qing will temporarily take over the position of Shangshu."

Everyone was startled, even Yan Shu was startled.

Shangshuling is a first-class one, one of the prime ministers.

Chen Xi drafted the imperial edict on the spot, took out the imperial seal that the empress dowager put on him, and then stamped the imperial seal on it. Although there was a word 'dai' in front of it, if he entered the cabinet, he would be the prime minister.

Yan Shu held the imperial decree stuffed into his hand, and his first feeling was that the emperor's handwriting had not improved.Back then when he enlightened the prince, he was amazed to see that a four or five-year-old child could write such characters.A few years have passed, people have grown up, and the words are still the same.

After thanking you, Xiangye Yan, who was hot out of the oven, asked, "Your Majesty forgot to practice calligraphy recently?"

Chen Xi changed the subject: "Teacher, take your time, see which vacancies are available, and send me a list. Don't worry, my lords, General Yang and Bao Hanlin are speeding up their house raids, and the national treasury will soon be full."

Yan Shu said seriously: "The compilation, Bao Xiwen was compiled by Youwen Pavilion. He is a sixth-rank scholar, not a third-rank Hanlin scholar."

"I'll make him a Hanlin Bachelor later on." Chen Xi shook his sleeves and left in a childish manner.

Yan Shu shook his head.

An official advised Yan Shu in a low voice: "Mr. Yan, for the long-term plan, don't treat the officials like children. The officials have big ideas, and the Queen Mother also indulges them. They are not ordinary children..."

After copying the official house of the Minister of the Ministry of Households, Chen Xi kicked open the door of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

"Ding said that he committed suicide in prison last night in fear of crime. The post of Minister of the Ministry of Officials is vacant. Wang Qing is tired for a while."

Wang Zeng was born in Sanyuan Jidi. He was originally the Minister of the Ministry of Officials and the teacher of the new emperor.

However, the Ministry of Officials is the hardest-hit area of ​​Ding Wei's party, and the manpower is also the most lacking.

"If Wang Qing thinks who is qualified to be the Minister of the Minister, and hand me the list, there is really a shortage of manpower, and I will think of a way."

"There is a shortage of everything in the world, but there is definitely no shortage of officials." Wang Zeng pointed to the human beings who were looking outside: "Now is the time for foreign officials to return to Beijing to report on their work. stay."

Chen Xi smiled and nodded.

Wang Zeng whispered again: "But the selected people must be mostly from the gentry. If your majesty wants to suppress the gentry, you need to open up free schools to give opportunities for poor students to study."

Chen Xi took a deep look at Wang Zeng, and said seriously: "In my eyes, there is no distinction between poor family and noble family, only capable ministers and mediocre officials. Even if you are from a clan, as long as you are willing to do things and can do good things, I can do it." use."

"Your Majesty is wise." Wang Zeng cupped his hands, and a big stone fell from his heart.

Regardless of whether the emperor's words were his own, or the empress dowager's or Kou Xiang's idea, if he didn't prepare to provoke the poor clans to confront each other, the chaos would be much easier to settle.

Chen Xi walked around and kicked the door in a big way, startling many people.

Not to mention being an official for dozens of years, even in the wild history, there has never been an emperor who behaved so absurdly, but there are still people who see the benefits and follow the emperor to mess around.

Some people who stayed behind wanted to go out to report the news, but after the emperor came in, the gate was guarded by the imperial guards, who were allowed in and not allowed out.

Smart people threw purses outside the wall to announce the news, and then everyone followed suit. The movement was too loud, and the purses and paper-wrapped stones were swept away and registered one by one.

Zhang Shilang wiped the sweat from his brow, holding a stack of booklets sent by his son in his arms, and smiled at the imperial guards who registered at the door.

"Zhang Shilang wants to cancel the leave."

"Yes, yes, selling fakes is just a small problem. Think about it, it's still important for official business."

It was the first time in Zhang Shilang's life that he smiled so warmly at the soldier and spoke so kindly. He bowed his head and hurried back to the courtyard of the Ministry of Industry, just in time to see the emperor kicking open the door of the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. Nam: "The official family is really like a reincarnated overlord, as powerful as... a dragon."

Chen Xi went out with the box containing the seal. Hearing these words, he looked around and met a bunch of excited and expectant eyes. His eyes fell on the gate of the courtyard.

Zhang Shilang shuddered, his knees were weak, he knelt down, and raised the brochure he was holding in his hands: "My minister Zhang Zhibai, this is the military brochure of the warehouse of the Ministry of Industry, please have a look at it, Your Majesty."

Chen Xi looked at the top of Zhang Zhibai's head, and then flipped through a few pages of military account books, put the box containing the seals in Zhang Zhibai's hands, and turned to order Fan Zhongyan, who was seconded to the Ministry of Education, to be in charge of drafting the imperial decree.

"He is the Minister of the Ministry of Industry."

In addition, Lu Yijian, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, Chen Yaozuo, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Yan Shu, Minister of the Ministry of Households, and Wang Zeng, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, served concurrently as

Kou Zhun, Minister of the Ministry of War, the prime minister of the Renzong Dynasty in history let Chen Xi gather six.

Of course, the most famous Han Qi and Fu Bi are still studying now, and it will be at least ten years before they become officials.

Chen Xi wholesales imperial edicts, and then goes to the Zhongshu Hall, where the books sent from all over the place are piled up here, and Chen Xi is used to calling this place the cabinet.

The Zhongshu Hall integrated with the Crystal Palace has good sound insulation. It is noisy outside but quiet inside.

Kou Zhun was busy all night and didn't sleep. He was taking a nap on the tilted chair. The officials who classified the memorials saw Chen Xi and were about to salute and say hello. Chen Xi put his finger to his lips to signal the other party to keep silent.

'This old fritter is pretending to be asleep, because he is afraid that I will drag him to do something shocking? '

Chen Xi thought to himself, and took off the aromatherapy ball at his waist, and put it in the arms of the old minister with black eyes, wounded and sick, who only had four or five years to live.

Soon, Kou Zhun's breathing and heartbeat slowed down.Chen Xi ordered the guards behind him to help Kou Zhun to sleep on the long bed.

No matter how light the guards were, the movements were not small, but Kou Zhun, who had always suffered from insomnia, showed no signs of waking up, and even snored.

Sitting behind the table, Chen Xi casually opened a memorial, scanned all the lines at a glance, and then started to correct with a pen.

The clerks of Zhongshu Province were all frightened, and when they wanted to speak, their mouths were gagged by the guards.

Fan Zhongyan wrote more than a dozen imperial edicts today, and was quietly rubbing his sore wrists. Seeing that the emperor kept writing, he almost threw out a memorial with one breath. Eye.

Chen Xi took advantage of the time when he was dipping in the ink, and told Fan Zhongyan: "Sort them into different categories."

Although Fan Zhongyan had never done this job, he had worked in the Imperial Academy for two years, arranging the memorials according to the method of classifying books, and he would naturally see the content of the memorials, and Chen Xi's corrections also came into his eyes.

Please note that the unification of reporting auspiciousness is the word "reading". When encountering a disaster, the writing is more, and it has something to say. It is no worse than the papers corrected by Emperor Taizong in the Hanlin Academy in his later years, and it is even closer to people's livelihood. Consider be more perfect.

evildoer?

No, it must be the Holy Emperor!

Fan Zhongyan suppressed the astonishment in his heart and tidied up silently.

It took Chen Xi an hour to process all the accumulated memorials, stretched his waist, and smiled at Kou Zhun who just woke up and was reading a memorial.

"Kou Xiang must take good care of his body, I still need your assistance for decades."

Kou Zhun took a deep sleep for two hours under the conditioning of Lingxiang, his complexion looked much better, and he looked away from the memorial to the drought in Shandong in his hand, in disbelief: "This is really corrected by His Majesty?"

Chen Xi threw the pen into the brush washer and stood up.

"Have you seen "The Pillow Story"?"

"The Story of the Pillow" is a famous novel in the Tang Dynasty, and it is also called "The Story of Nanke". Kou Zhun has read it, and he always thinks it is just a legend. "Could it be His Majesty..."

"Although I am young in this world, in my dream, I am over four hundred years old." Chen Xi nodded and smiled, surrounded by palace guards, and left with his hands behind his back.

Fan Zhongyan couldn't hide the strangeness in his eyes.

Kou Zhun murmured: "I see."

The emperor was enlightened by a fairy, and the 400-year story of Nanke Yimeng spread quickly in the ruling and opposition circles.

Those who thought the emperor was early and close to the demon nodded in a daze.

"No wonder... no wonder..."

The imperial palace was still standing there as evidence. At this time, no one said that "the son is silent, strange and confused", but the officials who collude with the party and asked for leave panicked.

The emperor didn't make it difficult to give in, instead he smashed the door to take the seal without saying a word, and directly found someone to replace them.Some people also took the official seal back home, secretly lucky in their hearts, but when they went back to the study, the official seal that should have been on the case disappeared, it was like a ghost!

Some people regretted it and wanted to go to court, but there was no place for them in the court. The emperor even allowed them to continue to recuperate, and sent imperial physicians and guards.The imperial doctor said that he treated them according to the orders of the officials, but in fact he used them to teach the apprentices, and they were only allowed to eat porridge and side dishes every day, and they couldn't help swallowing when they saw the dogs gnaw on the bones.

Some people want to ask the Queen Mother to make the decision, but the Queen Mother lives deep in the palace, busy with planting flowers and trees, she doesn't even go to the court to listen to the government, and it is impossible to summon her courtiers.

Someone else approached the Eight Sage Kings, but after being interviewed by the emperor, the Eight Sage Kings became the Minister of the newly opened Propaganda Department. They were busy running newspapers and had no time to help them out.

The more they exploited, the less the people who occupied their seats could let them stand out, so various impeachments appeared on the emperor's desk.

In the end, some people let go of their dignity, pleaded guilty, and thought about their mistakes behind closed doors; some left Beijing with a stubborn temper and returned home, full of resentment, and preached the new emperor's stupidity and cruelty.

In the beginning, there were literati who believed in them and complained about them, but as the newspapers spread to all directions, and after reading the Beijing-China policy and emperor Shengming's soft articles, fewer people were willing to listen to them.

Having said that, when Chen Xi made a big move, Bao Zheng spent half a month in combing the court, and finally copied the "five ghosts"'s property, which was equivalent to tens of millions of taels of silver!

Chen Xi kept the land as an experimental field for the newly independent Ministry of Agriculture, and collected the rest into the national treasury. Then he took out the written imperial decree and promoted Bao Zheng and Yang Wenguang to officials.

"Officials, there are also a few noble families who have done other evil things besides treason, and they are worth copying." Bao Zheng was eager to try.

Chen Xi raised his head slowly, sizing up Bao Zheng's black face, his eyes were a little creepy.

Bao Zheng stood up straight at attention, "It's the humble minister who is being presumptuous."

Sister Lin can be turned into Queen Lin, but Bao Qingtian can't be turned into an outflanker!Chen Xi made up his mind and asked the servant to fetch the sword he had put on the Duobao Pavilion, and wrote the note by himself, and handed it to Fan Zhongyan to expand and write it into an imperial decree.

The sword is made of crystal, transparent and sharp, and the scabbard is inlaid with gold and treasures, depicting nine dragons.

"I will give you a sword handle, and I will allow you to see a senior official. You will patrol the four directions on my behalf, and if you encounter corrupt officials, you can kill them first and then play them."

Whether it's beheading first and playing later, or seeing officials one level higher, the power is boundless.

Bao Zheng was very excited when he felt the emperor's trust in him.

Chen Xi pressed the heavy sword on Bao Zheng's shoulder, "I hope that when you come back, I can hear the name 'Bao Qingtian' being heard all over the world." Then bring back my imperial cat.

Kaifeng Mansion without Bao Qingtian, without cats and mice, is not called Kaifeng Mansion, it is just an ordinary yamen.