"He is good at playing power and buying and selling official titles. Tai Zu established the imperial examination as a policy for selecting officials, but Huo Lu actually made it open the way with gold and silver, so that those with talents were not allowed to enter, and they were only judged by money. The trend of the court has since fallen. One of the greatest sins."

"In the sixth year of Hongshun, there was a flood in Luzhou, and the imperial court rescued millions of taels, and most of them got involved. Officials don't take the people's livelihood as the basis, but take advantage of public affairs to seek personal gain. The second major crime."

"..."

"........."

"...Jizhou is in an emergency, and the army is short of rations... Huo Lu is good at transferring funds from the household department, building buildings...he does not take the safety of the border as the top priority. His crime is the thirteenth."

"..."

On the imperial couch, a young man in a bright yellow robe suddenly woke up.

He pressed his chest and panted violently, but the servants of the palace just stood quietly in their positions, as if they didn't dare to step forward, or as if they had long been accustomed to this scene and knew what to do.

It took a while before Zhao Jing recovered from the dream.

As soon as he raised his hand, the servant who looked like a carved wooden pillar seemed to have just come to life. Immediately, someone brought a handkerchief. Zhao Jing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead indiscriminately, and then put it down, and someone took the handkerchief again. go back.

He let out a sigh of relief, turned his head and glanced at the senior manager next to him.

The old manager bowed, and said, "Xiao Yu, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and Luo Chun, Secretary of the Ministry of War, ask to see you."

The manager obviously knew which one was more important in the heart of His Majesty, and he was so particular about reporting his name.

Zhao Jing was upset by the dream just now, so he didn't pay attention to these details.

He raised his hand, motioning for people to come in.

Luo Chun, Minister of the Ministry of War, is a middle-aged man with an upright face and even a bit simple and honest.

However, after the court was purged a few years ago, the officials from the first emperor's period who were still able to remain were obviously impossible to be as naive and honest as their appearance.

But he is indeed cautious enough, even a little cautious.

Now the new master on the throne doesn't like the flattery of the first emperor, so he didn't talk nonsense, and directly stated his intention.

It's still a dangerous thing.

It's a cliché, the late emperor, not only the late emperor, but also Zhao Jing's grandpa and great-grandfather worked together to leave the mess.

Probably the old Zhao family's genes are really good, but the skills are a little bit crooked.

Some of them are obsessed with handicrafts and determined to be craftsmen, some are calligraphy and paintings that are praised by everyone, some are master builders who repair yards every day... Anyway, they have the best resources and the greatest rights, and they can always do the best in the fields they are interested in. good.

It's just that I didn't do my job well.

However, those few probably didn't care much about those.

What if the common people cannot survive?

Of course it is a "bandit".

But at that time, everyone was having a hard time, even the "bandits" had a meal, and their combat power was no different from that of refugees, even a group of fat and strong flamboyants who were sent to suppress the bandits could deal with it Yes, I can still take advantage of this fat job to come back and get some credit.

However, after Zhao Jing ascended the throne, a series of government orders were issued, and the people recuperated for several years, and finally brought their livelihood back to a point.Of course, there is a fat piece, and this group of bandits who have turned into bandits.

Making trouble like this every now and then won't be a serious problem, but it can't be ignored.

But this has a fixed process, it is really not worth reporting it again.

But there is still a reason for the Minister of the Ministry of War to come here specially. He reported the bandits in a serious manner, and at the end he casually said, "Second Master Qin, please go."

Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment: "Is... Shoujiang's younger brother?"

"Isn't he only eleven or 12 years old? I remember he was still white?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the second son of Qin is turning 13 this year, and he has no official position."

Luo Chun also had a headache because of this matter. Everyone knew that General Qin and Minister Xiao were his close friends long before His Majesty ascended the throne.Then there was the incident seven or eight years ago, and now there are only two seedlings left in the Qin family. General Qin is still in Jizhou, leaving this young brother in the capital.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, he became a big soldier under his command.

If he hadn't gone over to take a look at the bandit suppressing establishment, he wouldn't have known that there was an extra soldier who was more valuable than him.

Zhao Jing: "He's not a Chengding, is he?"

The implication is that even if you recruit soldiers, you won't be able to recruit him.

Luo Chun wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered "Yes", and then said: "Yes, yes...the subordinates are negligent."

In fact, there are not so many literate people in the place where soldiers are recruited. They all look about the same size, sign a deposit and print their fingerprints, and the job is over.

No matter what, the Qin family was not short of food and clothing, and couldn't get along with others. Although Qin Er was a lot younger than others, he was not the smallest one.If it wasn't for the fact that when Luo Shu was passing by, he happened to meet a commander and his colleagues who came down with a capable man, Luo Chen really didn't realize that such a precious lump got mixed in.

Zhao Jing said lightly: "You can do whatever you want, and I still need to teach you?"

Luo Chun just put out an insurance policy, and he has relied on being cautious all these years to protect his own life.

In the past, his colleagues died and exiled. The new emperor really did not hide his attitude towards the old ministers.Over the years, he has to sleep with half his eyes open, and before going out, he has to check if he has stepped on the wrong foot, for fear that if he makes a slight mistake, he will wait for a death decree.

When I saw that golden bump in the barracks, I immediately guessed that the Holy Majesty was going to find a reason to do something. At that time, my hands and feet were weak, my back was sweating, and I fell to the ground.

But this fall made him come to his senses. After all, if His Majesty wants to touch him, there is really no need to beat around the bush. This is the scene where he dared to prove it.

Putting his heart back into his belly, he repeatedly apologized and withdrew.

Now that we have got the right words, it is easy to deal with them.

It's not that this has never happened to the Ministry of War before, after all, it's a place where you can come in and make a living, especially in famine years.It would be fine if he wasn't found, but if he was found, he would be beaten with a military stick and thrown out.

That is... to beat the second son of Qin with an army stick?

Luo Chun shivered for a moment, thinking of the evil god who is not in the capital now.

When General Qin comes back, won't he be given a military stick?

This was the ruthless man who could force Prime Minister Huo to be beaten by the army stick when the late emperor was there.

Don't look at these years, Huo Cheng has never mentioned it.

But in the time of the first emperor, that person was really called "covering the sky with one hand".

When the Minister of the Ministry of War left, Zhao Jing lost his unpredictable emperor appearance just now.

His shoulders slumped, as if he couldn't support the weight of his body, his elbows leaned on the table, and his forward arm pushed the table memorial forward.

Zhao Jing looked at Xiao Yu who didn't speak a step later, and for a moment even forgot the reason why he called him here in the first place.

He looked at his friend, but his eyes seemed unfocused, as if he was staring at some empty scenery, and his voice was a little unsteady, "Feng Yu, I dreamed of him again."

The expression on the face of the gentleman like Xiuzhu also stagnated, because of these words, it seemed that a crack appeared in the demeanor praised by the world.

It took a long time before Xiao Yu replied: "...Really?"

Zhao Jing continued, but unconsciously changed his name: "I'm writing a crime, one by one..."

"I remember using ink, but in my dream I changed to a vermilion pen."

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"Your Majesty," Xiao Yu interrupted, his voice rough, "...you remember wrongly."

Zhao Jing looked up, but the expression on his face seemed to be still in that dream that he couldn't wake up from.

Xiao Yu: "That edict was not written by you, it was left by the late emperor."

Only then did Zhao Jing suddenly regain his senses: "Yes...it was left by the 'Xiandi'."

He didn't speak any more.

But he knew that he transcribed the imperial decree again, no, twice...

【Ling Chi】.

That person chose the ending for himself.

Zhao Jing couldn't do it.

He can imitate handwriting, which was taught by that person himself...

So he imitated the first emperor's handwriting, or, more precisely, the first emperor's handwriting that the person imitated, transcribed the crimes one by one, and finally changed it to "Giving Bai Ling".

There is fake death medicine in the treasury.

At that time, as long as the "remains" are replaced...

He has ascended the throne, he has reached the last step.

You can change your identity for your husband, and after a few years, when the situation gets better, you can return to the court...

……

Mr. is not in good health.

It is indeed necessary to cultivate for a few years...

……

He learned a lot and learned a lot.

He will do well in these few years, and when Mr. comes back, he will inevitably see everything he wants to see.

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…………

He was very well thought out, and very naive.

Then the man just looked at him like that.

The oil lamp in the prison was flickering, and the light was dim, but it was enough for him to see the expression on his face clearly.

That should be winter.

It is indeed winter.

It was very, very cold.

It was so cold that he was cold from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, and even the strands of his hair seemed to be frozen. He still clearly remembered the white breath he exhaled from his mouth.

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"Must die?" he asked.

The other party just looked at him like that, his black eyes were like a bottomless deep pool as always, everyone was afraid.

But Zhao Jing knows that Mr. has always been a gentle person, gently protecting everything he can protect in his own way...even at the expense of himself.

Zhao Jing realized for the first time that this tenderness was almost cruel.

There is no need to say more, Zhao Jing understands.

Must die.

You have to die in front of everyone.

He died with great momentum and announced it to the world.

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But Zhao Jing couldn't do [Ling Chi], and couldn't do [Car Crack]...

So, he chose the most straightforward one——

Beheaded at the Meridian Gate and displayed to the public.

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That winter was so cold that his hands trembled uncontrollably, and Mo was covered with ice.

How did he finish it in the end?

Blood flowed down the broken pen holder.

It turned out that it was not Zhubi.

...It's blood.

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