Daming prepares the emperor

It was already night, but the lights were still on in the value room of Zhongshu Province, giving off a warm orange, tired light.

"My lord, we're here."

The secretary who was ordered to run errands lifted the thick cotton curtain for the person behind him, and waited respectfully for him to enter.

A gust of cold wind blew, blowing heavy snow into the house, the man lifted the hem of his clothes, and his boots stepped on the ground, leaving wet footprints, looking up along the trouser legs, it was the red official uniform. It's Wang Guangyang.

"Master Yang, what do you want from me?"

The charcoal was burning inside the house, and the snowflakes on Wang Guangyang's head quickly melted, turning into drops of water on his hair. He brushed it with his hand, looked inside, and saw Yang sitting behind layers of files. constitution.

The book office lowered the curtain and retreated.

Yang Xian raised his head, put down the writing brush, walked to the sink and washed his hands, and while wiping, he asked, "Master Wang, have you received the document I sent you? Why haven't you heard from me for so many days?"

"What document?" Wang Guangyang sat down on the chair.

"The document given by the Holy One." Yang Xian said patiently.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and all ministries and yamen in the capital have started to have holidays one after another. Only Zhongshu Province, Yang Xianchu was in power, and he tried his best to show himself. Good to go home and stay here late too.

Although Wang Guangyang was also a political adviser, he didn't dare to raise any objections. He stayed here on time every day to accompany him. He also came when Yang Xian came, and he didn't leave when Yang Xian left. Stumbling, let him get the same treatment as Zhang Chang.

It stands to reason that such a cautious attitude is enough to move most powerful officials, but Yang Xian doesn't think so.

After he took care of Zhang Chang, he felt that his worth had doubled, and he had gained a reputation with His Majesty and the Crown Prince. Therefore, Wang Guangyang was not pleasing to the eye everywhere. On the one hand, he was comfortable with his character of not taking credit, but on the other hand, he was tired of his appearance of being a fool in everything he did. , like a small fishbone stuck in the throat, it doesn't bother me, but it hurts to lift it.

"Is it the one from Hubu?"

"Yes." Yang Xian said, "It's exactly that one, what does Master Wang think?"

"Just look it up according to His Majesty's wishes." Wang Guangyang said, "Master Yang, if you have an idea, just say it and come up with a solution. I will follow you and you will not fall behind. We will finish the errand together."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Xian's face, but he couldn't see any joy or anger, so he added another sentence: "So Master Yang meant this, forgive me for being stupid, I didn't come to express my attitude to you earlier."

annoying!

Yang Xian was irritated in his heart, but still smiled on the surface: "What is this called? We should work together. The matter is not my own business, and the documents are not sent to me alone. In the current situation, the prime minister is still ill. , Mr. Liu went home again, our place is not peaceful, there is actually Zhang Chang who is the mastermind of Yuan Ting, it is not easy to do anything, since the Holy Majesty has given such a task, we have to find a way to do it well, dont you agree?"

Zhu Yuanzhang sent the household memorial that Zhu Biao brought that day back to Zhongshu Province. Yang Xian read it again and again, but found no mistakes. He called his subordinates to inquire, only to find out that someone secretly wanted to be involved in the battle in Sichuan. Getting rich is extremely hidden, even he doesn't know about it.

The people below knew that the Ministry of Household Affairs could not be concealed from anyone, and the Ministry of Household Affairs could not be concealed from anyone in Zhongshu, so of course they had prepared a gift of filial piety, but they didn't have time to give it away.

Ask yourself, Yang Xian didn't know if he would take the money when it came to him, but luckily he didn't have to worry about it.

Now His Majesty obviously knows something, if he doesn’t come up with something real to appease his old man’s anger, this newly heated chair may end up in other people’s buttocks, and this big head can only be fed to the dogs in the vegetable market.

The only thing that made him feel relieved in his anxiety was that most of the officials who were about to make mistakes and were making mistakes were from the Huaixi faction, and it would not hurt his bones to deal with them.

It's just that there are interests involved in it, and it's not easy to do it. Yang Xian then notified Wang Guangyang and gave him the memorial, preparing for him to come up with some ideas so that he could share the responsibility. Unexpectedly, he was not afraid of boiling water. What kind of words are you saying!

What is it for him?

At this time, Wang Guangyang faintly felt Yang Xian's anger from the words. After all, he was an old fritter who had been in the officialdom for many years. In the early years, he was even praised by Zhu Yuanzhang as his own Zhang Liang and Zhuge Liang. Knowing that he had to express his attitude, he coughed and said: " Yes, Master Yang is right."

Yang Xian's brows loosened, satisfied: "Then let's start to investigate. I have a copy of the regulations here. Can Mr. Wang show it to the prime minister? If there is no problem, let's start to investigate."

Show it to Li Shanchang, and you will enter the prime minister's mansion. There are so many spies outside the prime minister's mansion. If Wang Guangyang goes there, the news will spread all over the capital. See, it is clear that there is a secret negotiation, once you agree, you will be completely on Yang Xian's big boat and become a grasshopper tied to a rope.

With a bitter face, he didn't refuse, and asked, "How to check?"

Yang Xian glanced at him, and said slowly: "The Holy Majesty means a big check, of course we have to do it, but it's too big, we don't know who is behind, and if we are a little careless, it may affect the dispatch of troops." plan, then no one can take responsibility, so I have to ask the prime minister, please write down what the prime minister said, so that we can refer to it."

This is the old saying of seeking the country.Wang Guangyang breathed a sigh of relief, and thought that Yang Xian really had a sense of proportion, so he couldn't help but favor him, thinking that it would be good to take refuge in this.

After picking up his things, he went out without staying for a moment, and visited Li's residence at night.

Naturally, the concierge of Li's residence did not rest at night, so he only asked Wang Guangyang to wait for a while, and then invited him in.

Li Shanchang was called out by his servants, and with the help of his wife, he got dressed and sat in the study to wait.During this period of time in the officialdom, Yang Xian stole the limelight. His opponents were either demoted or died. However, the Holy One seemed to be acquiescing to his methods, which made the big guys eager to surrender.

Zhongshu Sheng suddenly changed his surname to Yang, and no one cared about the real prime minister.Only those who are at the core of power don't take Yang Xian seriously for the time being, but they also know that if the wind is loud, waves will rise sooner or later. When the waves rise, even a pig can fly to the sky in Yang Xian's position.

"Prime Minister." Wang Guangyang was ushered in, saluted, straightened up and looked at Li Shanchang with a sincere expression, "I have a document here, please have a look at it."

Li Shanchang looked back at Wang Guangyang: "Did Yang Xian ask you to come?"

"Yes."

Li Shanchang's gaze became complicated. He believed that Wang Guangyang was talented, but he just didn't want to stand in line, and he had no intention of being promoted, let alone currying favor with the emperor and prince. , no one knows why he became an official, it's completely weird.

Such a person is put outside, and he can still be praised for not being vulgar. In the court, he is really hated. For most officials, it is called occupying the latrine and not shit, and because of the above-mentioned ways of handling things, they often achieve nothing. , the matter is handed over to him and there will be no results, and no faction will benefit, as if declaring self-independence.

The Holy Majesty put him and Yang Xian together, the purpose should be to find a sandbag for Yang Xian to buffer, and to give the officials an illusion of fairness and harmony.

Didn't expect it to be used so soon...

Young man, you are really in a hurry.

Li Shanchang took the document handed over by Wang Guangyang with both hands. As soon as he opened it, he saw Yang Xian's handwriting. After reading it carefully, his expression gradually became dignified. He read these thin sheets of paper over and over until he could memorize them. Only then stopped.

He closed his eyes, slowly leaned back on the chair, and after a long silence, he said, "This is what they did. I didn't know it before you came."

Wang Guangyang did not dare to speak.

"Do you believe me?" Li Shanchang asked.

Wang Guangyang smiled on the surface, the corner of his mouth curled up, and said nothing.

Only then did Li Shanchang realize Yang Xian's distress, and he was annoyed in his heart: "There are too many people below, and I can't always take care of them one by one."

"Yes." Wang Guangyang said, "The prime minister has difficulties with the prime minister."

It's an attitude.

Li Shanchang continued: "I understand what Yang Xian means. You tell him that I have been seriously ill recently, and I am powerless. I really can't help you. Please ask him to share more government affairs."

Wang Guangyang's eyes flashed, and he nodded: "The lower officials will pass it on to Mr. Yang."

"Okay." Knowing that he understood what he meant, Li Shanchang felt a little relieved and asked, "Is there anything else? If not, go back. I'll ask the butler to prepare the car."

"Yes, Prime Minister, pay more attention to your health. You are always the minister of Ming Dynasty and the pillar of our hearts. We all look forward to your return."

When Liu Ji said this, Li Shanchang believed it very much. When the person called Huaixi said it, Li Shanchang believed it five percent.

He said, Li Shanchang didn't respond, he pretended to smile, accepted the blessing, and watched him go out.

When Wang Guangyang left, Mrs. Chen came out from behind the screen lightly, took the document in Li Shanchang's hand, lifted it up and put it on the candle, ignited it and walked to the charcoal basin.

The flames licked the fine rice paper, and the edges of the paper curled up, turning brown and black, and soon turned into a ball of ashes and fell into the basin.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Li Shanchang shook his head and put his arms around Chen's shoulders: "It's nothing serious, let them make trouble, ma'am, let's go to bed, wait, wait, let's go back to our hometown like Liu Ji, there is heaven and earth, do it A rich man."

I don't know if it's because of his position, but the jumping light from the candle just hit Li Shanchang's face, blurring his facial features, and a large shadow covered his side cheeks, and Chen couldn't help feeling a terrible sense of worry , but after feeling the temperature from her husband's hand, she managed to suppress the emotion and accompanied him into the bedroom with a smile.

At her age, there are many lessons to be learned in life, one of which is that things cannot be stopped when they come.

"That's what the prime minister said?" Yang Xian smiled excitedly, "He said he was seriously ill and he was powerless?"

Wang Guangyang had been running around all night to express his loyalty, but now he was so tired that he sat on the chair and refused to get up. He nodded and said, "That's what the prime minister said."

"Okay, okay." Yang Xian walked around the room twice before returning to his usual expression, "Since the prime minister said so, we don't have to worry about it anymore. Mr. Wang, let's do it with ease. Tomorrow I will call Some censors, let’s start the investigation from Zhejiang!"

Wang Guangyang agreed as usual, he didn't care about these things.Do less and make fewer mistakes, do more and make more mistakes, this is the philosophy he believes in.

On the second day, Yang Xian arranged everything and was about to report to Zhu Yuanzhang when a piece of news that was inconspicuous to most people reached his ears.

He turned his head and asked the book office: "There are rumors outside that Yuan Kai's illness has recovered?"

"Return to your lord's words. I heard that Mrs. Yuan took him to pay homage to the Town God's Temple, and then he was fine. Everyone said that it was the city god who appeared." The secretary said cautiously, "My lord may not know that the temple outside the city, these few days The year is indeed very effective.”

Whether it works or not, Yang Xian is much clearer than him. Hearing this, he thought for a moment and said, "Go to the nearby value room and borrow some ink for me."

The book office had been serving Yang Xian for a long time, and he was very clever. He immediately ran to the nearest duty room, borrowed Yang Xian's name, borrowed a pen and ink, adjusted it himself, protected it with his hands, and returned to the courtyard. In the middle, after bending down and handing it to Yang Xian, he didn't get up and kept his posture as a table.

Yang Xian opened the written memorial, put it on the back of the book office, dipped in the ink, raised his wrist, and neatly added the word "Yuan Kai" at the end of the list.