Qu clear as promised

noon.

Zhu Zhiyi returned from the inspector's office to the palace and went straight to the imperial study room. She didn't get driven by a car, didn't call for an attendant, and held a stack of solid files by herself. The wind was warm in late spring and early summer, and the sun was warm. A little sweat broke out on his face.

Every step is down-to-earth, the corridors of the palace, the plaques of the golden hall, and the jade-white steps, many scholars have walked in their dreams.

Zhu Zhiyi has always abided by etiquette. When Xiu Mu was in the harem, he was a noble empress. In the previous dynasty, he was only a low-ranking official. If he wanted to see the emperor, he had to invite people to inform him.

Liang Hui had already given him a special order to meet him, unless there was a special report on urgent matters, Zhu Zhiyi never passed it.

Zhang Fuhai only felt that he had lost his life, so he hurriedly led him into the main hall. Zhu Zhiyi asked for his safety and began to report: "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Industry reported the drought, flood and silt of the Bianjing River to the court the day before yesterday. Look, it is Emperor Wu Taisi who built the dam—”

"Also, Chen Zhe's account books were leaked for the position of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Salt and Daosi, and the officials found out after verification—"

"Your majesty, I dare you, the scientific examination system must not continue to use the recommendation system. I have made statistics, and since the 14th year of Yuanwu, the recommendation system has been launched—"

Liang Hui didn't listen to what he said at all, looked at the much thinner person, frowned, turned his head and raised his chin to Zhang Fuhai, Zhang Fuhai quickly retreated, and after a while, the palace servants brought green stalk lotus leaves one after another Soup, wishful crisp, auspicious fruit and abalone Sixi box with juice.

Liang Hui pulled the man to him, squeezed his hands: "Dinner first."

Zhu Zhiyi was still holding a handful of files in his arms, and was startled, only to realize that it was already noon: "Chen——"

Liang Hui knew that what he was about to say was unreasonable, so he simply took the few files in his arms, pressed him on the seat himself, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, and said warmly: "Wipe your sweat."

Zhu Zhiyi didn't feel shy when she saw that he had rejected the palace people.

Chaotang worked together for a while, and he found that Liang Hui was actually not a difficult person to talk to. Except for a few moments when the other party was inexplicably yin and yang, most of the time they got along harmoniously and cooperated happily.

Zhu Zhiyi even felt that he was luckier than his father, brother, and grandfather. Liang Hui was indeed not a benevolent and innocent gentleman, but a decisive, wise and strategic monarch. Very, I will unconditionally support whatever I want to do.

Zhu Zhiyi also cares about the people of the world after eating a meal: "Your Majesty, I hope you will think twice about what I just proposed. The clan is already heavy and complicated, and the tail is too big to lose. The recommendation will be postponed for three to five years—"

Liang Hui didn't speak, and looked up at him, Zhu Zhiyi, you said he has an official addiction, no, a few days ago he suggested that he be appointed as the envoy of the Inspectorate, and be promoted to a higher rank, Zhu Zhiyi refused Now, continue to receive the salary of the fifth-rank sesame official, so the prime minister will not enjoy half of the blessings, and provoke a group of jealous wolves, born to work hard.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

Liang Hui came back to his senses, and smiled at him, with the attitude of a corporal: "I'm listening, Qinggui will continue."

Zhu Zhiyi nagged Xu Xu and told him several things that had been difficult for him for a long time, and Zhu Zhiyi solved them one by one. Zhu Zhiyi was not afraid of others poking his back.

Liang Hui scooped up a bowl of soup for him with his own hands, lowered his eyes for a moment, and said, "Have you read the clear regulations of the previous dynasty's Zhilu that Lantai plans to build?"

Zhu Zhiyi stopped holding the chopsticks. Zhilu was originally used to record the conclusions of the coffins of princes and generals. The winners and losers, history is written by the victors, and this is why he worked hard for Liang Hui One of the big reasons, at least initially.

Xiangdang and the aristocratic family teamed up to brand Zhumen's family as "conspiracy". His grandfather was imprisoned in the cold winter of March [-]th, three thousand disciples died tragically, and the innocence of generations was destroyed.

But it is not enough for the emperor to speak out against the upright and upright ministers of the government and the opposition. The imperial power list is in decline.

"How about the Qing regulations to prepare for the trial?" Liang Hui's eyes were very gentle, as if he trusted him very much.

But Zhu Zhiyi was not fascinated by the almost gentle gentleness, she raised her eyes suddenly, and said with clear eyes: "Your Majesty can speak directly."

Liang Hui raised his eyebrows.

I didn't expect Zhu Zhiyi's mind to turn so fast.

Although he has known for a long time that this person is incomprehensible and stagnant, but he has his own psychic knowledge when he starts to deal with business - he has his own kind of stubborn psychic knowledge.

Sometimes Liang Hui wondered whether Zhu Zhiyi's wisdom and intelligence were all used in political affairs, or why he was so dull and dull in other things, and so sensitive and intelligent when talking about political affairs.

Talking about the business, Zhu Zhiyi was in no mood to eat, and put down his chopsticks: "The emperor wants you to check the account of the Jiangjin Salt Transport Depot again?"

Not an interrogative sentence.

Now this Zhilu official, He Feng, was the Jiangjin Salt Transport Bosi before he was transferred. On the surface, Liang Hui seemed to give Zhu Zhiyi the right to trial, but in fact he let him, the imperially appointed judge and Zhilu official, control each other's fate. Mutual checks and balances - Hefeng wrote the history of the first Taifu, and he reviewed Hefeng's previous accounts.

And Liang Hui, the emperor who killed his father and brother, who was born halfway through the world with a bad reputation, and who is likely to be written extremely badly, can hide behind and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Zhu Zhiyi lowered his eyes and thought, Liang Hui's hands began to reach out to the south of the Yangtze River.

The account of the Jiangjin Salt Transport Depot is a bad account that has been cumbersome for many years. A large number of silver banknotes and gold tax accounts were lost and disappeared. The old nest, at the price of offending the Jiangnan important ministers whose interests are intertwined, in exchange for the authority to check how the history pen writes their wishes.

Liang Hui is a selfish, penny-pinching person who never does business at a loss. This deal is actually not so fair, and it is not very worthwhile for Zhu Zhiyi. When the person who offended the important officials in the south of the Yangtze River, let alone the first Taifu who pioneered private education in the south of the Yangtze River in the early years, was highly respected and had many supporters, asking Zhu Zhiyi to be this villain was undoubtedly asking him to cut off his own wings and cut off his own empress. Lu, from then on in the court hall has become even more lonely, lonely and trapped.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't feel unfair or unhappy, and said neatly: "I will immediately go to the Ministry of Industry to obtain the files and records of the past ten years."

That attitude was too obedient and natural, as if the deal planned by the other party was a matter of course, Liang Hui frowned and said, "No hurry, eat the food first."

Zhu Zhiyi has strong execution ability, he is at least one step ahead of Hefeng: "I have used it well, while the Ministry of Industry—"

"Clear rules." Liang Hui's voice was slow and deep, with a hint of restraint.

Zhu Zhiyi got up halfway and then stopped, looking at Liang Hui with a puzzled face.