Qu clear as promised

In the beginning of spring, everything is waiting to be done.

When Zhu Zhiyi returned to the court, he vigorously advanced the reforms that had not been implemented before, such as farming and mulberry, emphasizing commerce, abolishing redundant officials, and reforming recommendation.

As the head of the cabinet, it is equivalent to the position of the prime ministers of the previous dynasties, the leader of the court officials, and the pinnacle of power that the scholars of the world yearn for.

If one person is under one person and above ten thousand people, it is also extremely cold at a high place.

Even if Zhu Zhiyi and Liang Hui have been in love with each other emotionally and like-minded in pursuit, they still cannot avoid the natural subtle confrontation and balance between monarchs and ministers since ancient times.

This is determined by the power structure for thousands of years, the treacherous situation in the court, and the game of people's hearts and minds. It cannot be transferred by the manpower, emotion, and subjective will of those in power.

Because it is not as long as the emperor and queen are in the same body, and the monarch and ministers are in the same mind, everything will be clear and everything will be safe. When the water is clear, there will be no fish. Qingming is relative. There will always be rivers and lakes and struggles, and the court will always be the most turbulent place with dark currents.

People have their own plans, and the desire for power, competition, and strife for interests will never stop.

Zhu Zhiyi is good at literary governance, and won the hearts of civil servants with his own kindness and hard work; Liang Huichang, who was born in a rebellion, held a heavy army, and had a lot of superstition and reliance on the army and military power to consolidate the regime. The right to win is your own.

The court was naturally divided into the imperial party and the party.

From ancient times to the present, throughout the dynasties, civil servants and military generals have been confronting each other to check and balance.

Conflicts are inherent and common—the treasury collects so much in the new year, and the Ministry of Industry still pays soldiers.

The newly excavated mineral deposits are only produced so much every year. Is it approved by the Ministry of Industry to refine silver and print banknotes to develop industry and commerce?

From the promotion of titles to the promotion of civil servants, the salary of generals...everything, big or small, is worth fighting for.

Today, the early court won the batch of tribute from the Southwest Nianguan Pass, and it has entered the territory under the jurisdiction of Beijing a few days ago.

The fertile land of Han and Shu has been conquered by the emperor himself three years ago and regained the southwest. Since then, it has become the second agricultural center after Jiangnan in the east. The varieties and specifications of the annual tribute are not comparable to other jurisdictions.

Civil servants and military generals above the court were arguing over the use of this batch of grain. It is rare that Liang Hui and Zhu Zhiyi also had different opinions, and they held different ideas on the allocation of support for industry and commerce and the allocation of military food and military pay.

It was originally a battle between Hubu Shangshu and General Sima, and it gradually turned into a tit-for-tat argument between the emperor and the head of the cabinet.

Of course, there will be no heated disputes and collisions. Both of them are calm and restrained people, and both have been immersed in the ups and downs of the front and back palaces for many years, and they just express their opinions on the facts.

But in this position, every move of the two is easily magnified, speculated, and deduced by the people below. The most common theory of the monarch and his ministers' policies and policies has become an undercurrent of gunpowder among civil servants and generals.

Moreover, Liang Hui and Zhu Zhiyi, one has a sharp mind and a sharper tongue than the other, and both of them are extremely familiar with each other's words.

Quoting extensively, pointing out the loopholes of the other party, the reaction of the officials may not be able to keep up with each other, and it makes people feel that it is profound and unpredictable. They look at each other, thinking that the emperor and his ministers are at odds, and there is a rift between the emperor and the empress.

This matter has not been resolved for several days, the atmosphere is delicate, the courtiers are panicked, and everyone is in danger.

Zhu Zhiyi stubbornly insisted on his own political views, and Liang Hui would not let him play with the serious business because of his personal relationship, so it was another day of unresolved and shelved.

Dispersed, the emperor and the courtiers took different paths.

Zhu Zhiyi went back to Ming Hui Pavilion, which was the office Liang Hui set up in the palace to improve the efficiency of uploading and sending out when the meeting cabinet was first formed.

Sui Yin thought for a while, but still followed him: "The head of the pavilion."

Zhu Zhiyi turned around, saw him, stopped, nodded: "Yunzheng." Sui Yin's words.

Sui Yin knew that he shouldn't be too troublesome, but Zhu Zhiyi treated him like a teacher like an elder brother, after some deliberation, he still said tactfully: "I know that the chief of the cabinet is dedicated to the people and discussing things, but there are differences between monarchs and ministers. If the emperor insists, there must be someone else." For the sake of consideration, I’ll just take the paper back to the meeting cabinet, revise it, and then pass it on to the Chinese book.” It means forget it.

The position of monarch and minister is inherently sensitive and people's suspicions, if you talk too much, it becomes a struggle for power.

Although he also witnessed the few years when the emperor begged the queen but couldn't bear the pain, but such a thing as Jun'en...it's hard to say.

Since ancient times, emperors have been so fickle, and when they can't get it, they are cinnabar moles. After getting along day and night, there are too many frictions and disputes, and their harmony is hurt, and they turn into bloody faces.

No matter how happy the marriage story in opera is, it will be eroded by the trivialities of oil, rice, firewood, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, not to mention the most unreliable luck of the emperor.

Zhu Zhiyi looked at him rather puzzled, Sui Yin had no choice but to speak more clearly: "Your Majesty's face is not looking good today..."

Just as Zhu Zhiyi was about to tell him that it was because Liang Hui got angry with Liang Xijing's roasted rabbit meat and didn't sleep well last night, there was a faint "cleaning rules" from the palace road.

As soon as the two turned their heads, they saw a person leaning against the palace wall, tall and tall, with a leisurely posture.

Liang Hui didn't even bring Zhang Fuhai with him, and had a big cloak on his arm.

Sui Yin was startled, the emperor didn't go through the royal road first when he came down from court, and he didn't know if he had heard what he and the empress had just said, suddenly felt a little guilty, and saluted: "My humble servant, please greet the emperor."

Liang Hui stood on the jade steps, condescending, and raised his chin slightly, as a gesture of acceptance.

Zhu Zhiyi smiled at Liang Hui, turned around and said to Sui Yin, "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart" and walked towards Liang Hui.

"..." Sui Yin watched the emperor stretch out the crane cloak hanging on his arm and put it on the queen, frowning, as if to say that he was wearing too little clothes, and he felt that he had eaten too much pickle to worry about.

It's mid-spring, the garden is full of spring in the palace, the lake is sparkling in March, the willows are green and green, and the red carp raised by Liang Xijing swims at the bottom of the stone.

Zhu Zhiyi looked at Liang Hui's expression sideways, and shook the hand he was holding: "Unhappy?" He knew Liang Hui had heard it.

Liang Hui raised his eyebrows, snorted, and said nothing.

Zhu Zhiyi stopped and said seriously to him: "Liang Junting, although I know you won't misunderstand, I still want to tell you personally that there has never been any party."

It's not true that he didn't hear those groundless rumors that fanned the flames, but he just ignored them as a threat.

But Sui Yin's words today reminded him that no matter how tacit and connected he and Liang Hui are, they still want to nip all potential threats in the bud.

In this position, they are already more sensitive than ordinary couples, and they need to be more solemn and honest with each other, and manage the relationship more carefully and carefully.

Liang Hui looked at him for a moment: "Why are you nervous?"

Zhu Zhiyi shook her head: "If there really is an imperial party, then I am also the biggest imperial party."

Liang Hui was startled, with a half-smile: "That's a coincidence, I'm the number one prime minister."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi also laughed.

Zhu Zhiyi was occupied by Yishi Pavilion and Liang Xijing during the day, but Liang Hui asked him a few more times at night.

Zhu Zhiyi was hugged in his arms, raised her hand to hang his hair on the temples that had been scattered because of emotion behind her ears, then touched his sweaty face lovingly, and said with a helpless smile: "Why are you jealous with the child?"

Liang Hui held his hand from the side of his face, put it to his lips and kissed, his eyes were deep and dark, he didn't know whether to question or act coquettishly: "Have you ever stroked the qin for me? Have you ever recited poems for me?" ?Um?"

"..." Zhu Zhiyi pressed her cheek against his bare chest, kissed him, and said softly, "That's his homework."

Liang Hui liked his initiative very much, but still bit the tip of his ear and declared: "You can teach him with your heart, but you are mine."

"Yes," Zhu Zhiyi admitted, "I agree."

Liang Hui gave a muffled laugh, and pressed the man into his arms completely: "Go to sleep."

After not sleeping for a long time, Zhu Zhiyi was awakened by a very light movement, and Liang Hui was putting on a fox robe.

Zhu Zhiyi was sleepy, looked at the completely dark sky outside the window, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Liang Hui realize that he was awake, and leaned over to tuck him in the blanket: "Did I wake you up?"

"No." He was used to Liang Hui's body temperature, and he could feel it as soon as the bedside was free.

"You continue to sleep, and I'll go to the imperial study." Liang Hui kissed his forehead and explained, "The secret guard said that the spring floods in the south of the Lingnan area destroyed houses and fields, causing heavy casualties. king."

Miwei is a newly established secret agency directly under the emperor after Liang Hui came to power. Emergency matters related to natural disasters and man-made disasters are heard by heaven, above the six ministries of the three provinces.

Zhu Zhiyi woke up all of a sudden, Liang Hui pressed his shoulders, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I have already announced Sui Yin and Li Zhong into the palace. If you rest for a while, I won't be back for breakfast."

Zhu Zhiyi frowned, got up straight away, changed clothes quickly, and said, "I'll go with you."

Liang Hui didn't persuade any more, and the two hurried into the carriage that Zhang Fuhai had prepared.

Sui Yin was on night duty at the Yishi Pavilion today, and hurried over after receiving an urgent order, Li Zhong also had a serious face and listened to the detailed situation reported by the secret guard.

Among all the people, Liang Hui was always the most calm and calm one. The most important thing in disaster relief and people's rescue was time, and there was no delay. He didn't ask people for their opinions too much, and made his own decision.

After Liang Hui's deployment was completed, everyone divided his troops into several groups.

Rescuing the people and disaster relief is a matter of experience, and talking about it on paper is a big taboo. Even though Zhu Zhiyi has read poetry and books but has not had much practice in this area, he can only occasionally mention a few doubts and supplements. He is not sure. He didn't say a word, and fully trusted Liang Hui's decision.

With a serious expression, Liang Hui spread out the map to study the Lingnan River Port. He was exiled when he was young, traveled all over the world, and was good at geography in all directions.

Zhu Zhiyi looked at his resolute and calm side face, and her heart calmed down.

Although Liang Hui always said that he didn't care about this position, he didn't care about the country, he didn't care about the people, and he just wanted power, but in fact, he was always the one who provoked the leader, and he was the most suitable person to be the emperor.

Resolute and ruthless but keeping the bottom line, quick to kill and able to listen to good advice, Liang Huicai is the emperor's astrolabe, born Ziwei.

Zhu Zhiyi couldn't do it, he was better at listening to orders than making decisions, so he kept Liang Huili as a monument in his heart during the years in the south, and he refused to accept his fate if the monument could not fall down.

It was not until the fifth watch that Liang Hui stopped writing and ordered Huangmen to pass it on immediately.

Liang Hui's head hurt a little, and he buried his whole body on Zhu Zhiyi's shoulder, closed his eyes and meditated. Zhu Zhiyi felt sorry for him, rubbed his forehead, and asked, "It's still early, how about some more sleep?"

Liang Hui's voice was tired: "Just sleep in the side pavilion, you accompany me."

In fact, the imperial study room did not allow concubines in the harem to stay overnight, but Zhu Zhiyi agreed, and asked Zhang Fuhai to light the stove, and led Liang Hui to lie down on it.

Liang Hui was tired, but not too sleepy, Zhu Zhiyi hugged him and patted his back gently.

Liang Hui suddenly said, "Have Qinggui ever seen bandits?"