After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

What burns in the Boshan furnace is mint fragrance. This kind of fragrance has only become popular in the past two years. It is really a good product to use in summer to refresh the mind, refresh the heart and relieve the heat.

The kind burned in the Qianqing Palace is naturally specially made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It is mixed with a little sandalwood, which adds a bit of mellow and peaceful meaning.

The sage is standing in front of the desk, practicing calligraphy with his wrists hanging.

The great eunuch Wang Zhu was waiting on the sidelines, his eyes were always watching the saint. With just one look and one movement of the saint, Wang Zhu could guess his mind and hand the saint what he needed.

In addition to Wang Zhu, there were ten or twenty palace maids and eunuchs serving in the hall, but they all held their breaths and did not hear the slightest sound of breathing.

It seems that the tents and the golden pillars are not living people, but sculptures one by one.

A young eunuch was poking his head at the entrance of the hall. Wang Zhu caught a glimpse of it, and quickly waved his hands and gave him a wink.

The little eunuch shrank his neck, showed a flattering smile, and quickly backed out.

Wang Zhu looked at the sage, and saw that the sage was splashing ink to the innocence, so he tiptoed out, and shouted in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Hey, Grandpa Wang." The little eunuch nodded and bowed, and slipped a piece of two taels of silver into his hand, "Isn't Mr. Jia asking for an audience, I'm afraid it will delay the sage's business!"

No one in the court knows that Mr. Jia Jingjia is the confidant of the saint.Others can procrastinate for a while, but this one is here, so you can't neglect it.

Wang Zhu didn't take the silver, swept it away with a dust whisk, slapped his hand, and scolded with a smile: "Little bastard with shallow eyelids, your grandpa, I still don't like your little things!"

The little eunuch scratched his neck with a silly smile.

Wang Zhu said: "You go and bring Mrs. Jia over, let us go in and let us know."

"Hey." The little eunuch responded and ran away in a flash.

Wang Zhu watched him go, and said to himself: "This is a smart man who can be made. I just don't know, is he smart enough?"

If the little eunuch thought he was smart and wanted to show his face in front of the saint, he just reported it directly to the saint. The saint is generous and would not do anything to him, Wang Zhu would also find an opportunity to deal with him.

He knows how to keep his head down, he knows how to be filial to him when he has benefits, although he doesn't look down on the little money, he is still very satisfied with the attitude of this little eunuch.

Let's see again, if he is really smart and measured, he doesn't mind giving him a hand, it's better than letting that boy Liu San'er get some benefits.

Wang Zhu has been with the saint since he was a child.

At that time, the sage was still the prince, and the old sage looked at the sage as if he were looking at his eyeballs, and he screened the people who served the sage over and over again.

Wang Zhu was able to pass through layers of screening and be sent to the little prince, so he was naturally clever enough.

But he has been able to follow the saint for decades, and has always occupied the position of the chief eunuch, and his cleverness is obviously not enough.

After all, there are so many eunuchs in the palace, they are much smarter.

He has his own way of life.

Among them, eliminating dissidents is naturally one of the conventional methods.

And Liu San'er, who made Wang Zhu extremely afraid, got the eyes of the saint just after the saint ascended the throne, taking advantage of Wang Zhu's negligence.

Although Wang Zhu reacted, he tried his best to guard against Liu San'er, but he didn't dare to kill Liu San'er who had already registered with the saint.

With an idea in mind, Wang Zhu entered the East Side Hall, which was used as a study by the saint, with a swipe of his fly whisk.

When he came in, it was neither too early nor too late, and the sage was just finishing his last stroke, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Wang Zhu trotted forward, and a young eunuch had already brought clean water.

Wang Zhu twisted a towel, wiped the saint's hands carefully, waved his hand to signal the little eunuch to take it down, and then said softly, "Saint, Master Jia is asking to see you."

The sage slowly sat down on the chair, picked up the maple dew tea that had been weeping for a long time, took a sip, nodded in satisfaction, then drank another half cup, and said to Wang Zhu, "Let him in."

"Yes." Wang Zhu responded, trotted out, and said to Jia Jing who was already waiting outside the hall, "Master Jia, please."

"Thank you, Eunuch Wang." Jia Jing bowed his hands to him, adjusted his court clothes a little, then insisted on chaohu, and strode in.

"Minister Jia Jing, see the sage, the sage Wan'an."

"Get up." The sage immediately called out and asked, "You come here at this time, it seems that something is going on?"

Jia Jing frowned subconsciously, took out a memorial from his sleeve, and handed it to Wang Zhu: "This matter is very involved, I dare not make any claims."

The sage took the memorial, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sneered: "A mere Shanxi chief envoy is quite capable, and he can get so many people to cover him."

Jia Jing said: "Saint, the second-rank officials are not young anymore. Moreover, those who cover are not covering him alone, but the common interests."

The sage glanced at him, and couldn't help but said, "You speak so sharply, you usually offend people, don't you?"

Jia Jing looked at his nose, nose, and heart without raising his eyelids, completely ignoring the sage's ridicule, and continued to talk about business: "This matter is not only involving a Shanxi chief envoy, but also many people in the DPRK. Those who changed people on the way were able to cover up, and even went to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple Prison, and were froze by Li Daitao when they went to the execution ground, it was really rampant!"

It has been three years since the sage ascended the throne, and he has also been the left servant of the Ministry of Punishment for three years. He has seen many cases and is familiar with the laws of Da Xia.

He is not the kind of official who wants to turn himself into the reincarnation of Baogong or Hai Rui. He accepts all the gray income from the officialdom, and he never fails to give Shangfeng gifts. delivered.

However, there are some things that he really can't understand.

For example: spending money to bribe the jailer, and then spending money to bribe the prisoners in the prison, so that they can be punished instead of the sons of powerful families who have committed serious crimes.

What's even more frightening is that there is already a fixed channel for this kind of thing, and it even has a common name called "slaughtering the white goose".

This is already a blatant challenge to the laws of Great Xia and the bottom line of the saint!

Jia Jing knew very well that today's saints are not old saints. Although he also cares about his own image, he is definitely not to the point of losing face or life.

The sage is sober, he knows exactly what kind of country he took over from the old sage—it looks like a bunch of flowers on the outside, but the inside has already begun to rot. In the footsteps of the dynasty.

As the confidant of the saint, Jia Jing naturally wants to follow the holy will.

Anyway, since he became an official, neither the civil servants nor the generals were very willing to accept him, so he simply became a lonely minister, the minion of the saint, whoever the saint needed him to bite, then he would bite.

Since the matter of "slaughtering a white goose" is destined to violate the taboo of a sage, why should he have any scruples?

Naturally, it is to collect evidence and uproot it!

It's just that he didn't expect at the beginning that this matter would be so involved.

But since the matter has already started, there is no reason to give up halfway. Even if Jia Jing gritted his teeth, he still wanted to continue.The same is true of the saint.

"By the way," the sage suddenly said, "How long has Lao Liu been resting?"

Jia Jing replied: "Prince Zhongjing just came back from Henan, and he rested for less than half a month."

If Jia Jing is the minion of the saint, then King Zhongjing is the sharpest knife in the hands of the saint.

The former makes people hate it, and the latter is even more frightening.

Since the sage mentioned King Zhongjing, needless to say, this matter will most likely fall on King Zhongjing.After all, King Zhongjing is the prince of the clan, and his identity is more shocking than Jia Jing.

The sage asked again: "You have a brother-in-law who is the magistrate in Taiyuan, right?"

"That's right." Jia Jing said, "My cousin married Lin Ruhai, a descendant of Marquis Jingyuan. Lin Ruhai was released last year, and she went to Taiyuan."

Originally, the magistrate was a fourth-rank official, but Lin Ruhai himself was already a fourth-rank official, and all the time when Beijing officials were released, there were only promotions, no demotions.

Fortunately, there is a precedent for the imperial court in this situation, so he was appointed as the magistrate of Taiyuan with the rank of fourth rank.

In the past year, Lin Ruhai has made some minor achievements.

He called on the local tyrants to set up many literacy schools, and invited friends to write articles to praise the unique scenery of Taiyuan Prefecture, attracting many literati, scholars, rich and idle people to visit Taiyuan, invisibly generating income for the people of Taiyuan.

It can be said that the saint has been paying attention to such a capable person for a long time.

When Lin Ruhai was mentioned, the sage couldn't help showing a little fascination: "When the old sage was in power, he always only yearned for the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. He didn't know how much he wasted going back and forth? I stayed in the capital to supervise the country since the year of dancing elephants. I haven't seen much of the world, so I follow the old sage, and only know that Jiangnan is good. It wasn't until Lin Ruhai became an official in Taiyuan that I knew that the eight scenic spots in Jinyang were definitely not inferior to Jiangnan. There is also the "Jinyang Temple" written by Tang Taizong himself. "Jinci Ming" also fascinates me. According to legend, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty was good at flying white, but I don't know if my cursive can compete with it?"

Unlike the former dynasty who abolished and raised the princes, the princes of this dynasty are definitely educated by elites.No matter which son the old sage prefers, he is very willing to pay for his son's teaching.

It is said that the eleventh prince is not good at calligraphy and has no character in writing, so the sage personally appointed a famous contemporary calligrapher to be his teacher; the fourth prince has a violent temper, so the sage specifically pointed out a very patient Confucian as his teacher. To grind his temper...

Why do the princes below all want to fight for the throne?

Isn't it just that you are too good at studying, and you think it's too bad not to fight?

And among the many princes, the saint who was originally the prince is definitely the best among them.

Even the third prince, who prided himself on being noble, had to admit this.

As for the prince's cursive handwriting, many famous scholars have seen it and admired it, saying that his calligraphy is both elegant and soft, graceful without losing his character.

Therefore, it is nothing more than that the sage will have the idea of ​​competing with Tang Taizong, who is also good at calligraphy.

Jia Jing glanced at him, then at him again, and finally couldn't bear to pour cold water on him.

——There is no money in the national treasury, so you are fascinated, and you will never be able to go.

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