Chapter 93 Spring is here, can summer be far behind (please follow up)

At the beginning of Yinshi, some official residences in the inner city of Kyoto lit up the lights. The officials yawned, put on their official uniforms, rode in carriages and horses, and headed towards the palace.

Get ready for morning service.

The morning court in Great Liang was held at Mao hour, which corresponds to modern times, it was only five o'clock in the morning, and the officials who were qualified to go to court had to set off around three o'clock.

It was painful.

But not everyone can get into the palace. The previous dynasty stipulated that only those of fourth rank or above could enter the palace. This dynasty was more relaxed, and "minor officials" such as the six ministers, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, etc. could also enter the palace.

In addition, it is not compulsory to participate, so usually only a few dozen ministers participate in early court meetings.

Generally speaking, people in special departments like Du Yuanchun will only go to court when something is reported.

Therefore, when all the officials arrived outside the Meridian Gate and saw Du Yuanchun standing in the morning light, their hearts skipped a beat.

PTSD belongs to...

"Why is he here."

"Which one is in bad luck again? I haven't heard of anyone who fell into the hands of the Zhenfu Secretary recently."

"How long has it been since Minister Feng's incident?"

The courtiers were talking a lot and pointing in the distance.

The Zhenfu envoy, who was wearing a black and red brocade robe, kept his eyes straight. Within ten meters, no one dared to approach him. He was just like a silent and hard rock in the sea, and he had to retreat from any waves.

Censor Li Qi was also waiting in the morning mist. Seeing this, he walked to his side and said with a smile:

"When Du Zhenfu came, all the civil and military officials in the court were afraid."

The functions of the Zhenfu Department and the Metropolitan Procuratorate are similar, one prefers force and the other prefers rhetoric.

Barely considered comrades in the same camp.

Du Yuanchun's eyebrows stretched, and he smiled and said: "There is a folk saying, if you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts coming to your door."

Li Qi laughed, put his hands in his sleeves, and complained in a low voice with Qingming Mist beside him:

"Du Zhenfu's 'ghosts' are too diligent, and even our procuratorate has become idle."

"Li Yushi is not idle."

"Haha, there is nothing we can do. The imperial court does not support idle people."

The two of them were hooking up, but they were not hooking up. They were saying meaningless words. Li Qi didn't ask, and he guessed in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Jianzhi, the Minister of Civil Service, also arrived at the square and looked at Du Yuanchun through the mist.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the courtiers were waiting to think carefully.

On the Meridian Gate Tower, bells and drums were beating.

The officials were solemn and lined up immediately, with the civil officials on the left and the military officials on the right. Under the leadership of the eunuchs, they marched all the way into the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

After waiting for a while, the emperor arrived and all the officials saluted.

In the Liang Kingdom, three kowtows and nine bows are not popular. Unless there is a grand event, in ordinary circumstances, there is no need to kneel down and bow deeply.

The court meeting begins and the duets are played as usual.

After the old eunuch shouted the opening remarks, no one came out for a while. The eyes of the officials all turned to Du Yuanchun.

The latter lived up to expectations, stepped out of the queue, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, the murderer of the blood feud rumored in the capital last night attacked the Wugong uncle's house at night, stole the secret messages in the house, and was captured by the guarding school captain, which accidentally led to an old case..."

"It has been verified that Lin Guozhong's case of collaborating with the enemy in the past had another hidden secret. In fact, the Count of Wugong colluded with Chen, Wang, and Zheng to collude with the barbarians to deceive the late emperor and frame Zhongliang. The Town and Fu Division has arrested the Count and his son. The latter confessed, please.

Your Majesty is disappointed!"

Wow... the officials were shocked and could not hide their shock.

They were ready to eat a big melon, but they didn't expect it to be like this.

Overturn the verdict?

Will the Lin Guozhong case fifteen years ago be reversed?

There was a commotion in the hall, some were shocked, some were puzzled, only Zhang Jianzhi, Li Qi and a few others showed no unusual expressions.

"Quiet!" the old eunuch whipped.

Sitting on the dragon chair, the emperor said calmly: "Count Wugong has liaison with the enemy and falsely accuses Zhongliang. His crime is unpardonable. He will be immediately deprived of his title and imprisoned in prison. He will be executed on a day-to-day basis."

The ministers were stunned and realized that this was a long time ago. Thinking about it, they had obtained irrefutable evidence?

Before he could recover, Censor Li Qi came out and played:

"Your Majesty! The Count of Martial Arts was recommended by Zhang Shangshu to return to the court in the past. He actually committed such a serious crime. Zhang Shangshu should be punished! Your Majesty, please convict him!"

The ministers almost carried it in one breath, saying to themselves that the mad dog in the Metropolitan Procuratorate is indeed disgusting as always. This is an old score from more than ten years ago. Is it going to be overturned?

The next moment, the emperor nodded and said solemnly:

"Your words are reasonable. Zhang Jianzhi, the Minister of Civil Affairs, made an oversight before his subordinates, which led to the corruption of the minister. He also made a misjudgment in the past years, which caused hatred among loyal people... He was deprived of his position as a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and fined one year's salary."

Zhang Jianzhi bowed his head:

"My lord, accept the crime."

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After the court came down, the ministers dispersed. At the same time, what happened at the court meeting was also compiled into a report by the official office and prepared to be copied to officials at all levels in the capital.

Those who are well-informed will have learned the information early through inquiring.

In the inner city, an official ran quickly and arrived outside the "Huang Mansion".

Here is the residence of Huang Yong, the old chief minister of the dynasty.

Normally, the chief minister of the cabinet has great power, second only to the emperor, but it is different now. Although Huang Yong holds a prominent title, his presence has been declining year after year.

Last year, he used old age as an excuse to reduce the number of times he went to court. This year, he went one step further and reported illness at home. As a result, the "Yellow" Party headed by him also fell into a downturn.

The sun is very bright this morning.

The old chief assistant, who had gray hair on his temples and was dressed casually, got up early, had breakfast, picked up a hoe, and leisurely tended the flowers and plants in the garden.

My face is rosy, where can I see the signs of infection?

When the housekeeper of the house came over with the news sent by the officials, the old chief assistant said calmly: "How?"

The steward said: "The martial arts master falsely accused Zhongliang, and soon he was beheaded. Zhang Jianzhi was deprived of his university scholarship."

The old chief assistant was not surprised. He picked up his hoe, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then said with a smile:

"It should be so. How can our emperor allow one party to dominate?

You see, because of my illness, Feng Shilang was in trouble, and Zhang Jianzhi was also punished. If it weren't for this, there would be other things. What is moderation? That's it."

The housekeeper lowered his head and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the man named Zhang is not injured."

The old chief assistant shook his head: "People, you can't be too greedy."

The housekeeper said to himself, this is not what you would say... Moreover, if you were not greedy, how could you steal the chicken but lose the rice this time? Fortunately, it was not unprepared, and it would not be involved here.

"By the way, how is the situation over there with Xu Shisheng?" Huang Yong suddenly asked.

The housekeeper said: "Some things went wrong a few days ago, and the chief steward of the Xu Mansion who dealt with barbarian merchants was captured by the Zhenfu Division. However, it has been dealt with."

"Hmph, Xu Shisheng has been living a very prosperous life in the past few years, and the people under his command are also shameless." Huang Yong snorted coldly and said:

"Send a message to him. There must be no accidents in Barbarian's business, at least, not this summer."

"yes."

After the housekeeper left, the old assistant was holding a hoe and looking at the budding flowers and plants in the garden, his eyes wandering.

Spring is here, can summer be far behind?

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Hexagonal Alley, in the small courtyard.

Qi Ping slept until noon, then woke up.

He got up from the bed and yawned. The sun glared at him and he squinted his eyes.

"I need to buy a curtain."

Qi Ping muttered, rubbed his face, and sat cross-legged to meditate, feeling that the sea of ​​energy in his body had recovered a lot.

Last night, he told Lin Miaomiao that he didn't have any leftover, which was not a lie.

The first time I used the "Feng" character, I faced a martial arts master who was at a much higher level. How could I dare to hold back?

As a result, the word "ban" almost drained him, but he could only ban the other party for a moment.

This was because Count Martial Arts was seriously injured at the time.

"It's really too difficult to fight across levels. Using heaven-level magic weapons is just like this. Where is my protagonist's halo?" Qi Ping was a little depressed.

He thought that level-crossing challenges were standard for the protagonist.

"My cultivation level is still too low. With my current level, my true energy reserve cannot unleash the power of the talisman." Qi Ping reflected deeply.

He immediately stood up, put on his uniform, and decided to go to the Yamen to ask Yu Qing for the reward.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the small courtyard, he saw Fan Er chatting with the owner of the shop next door with a gossipy face.

"What happened?" Qi Ping asked curiously.
Chapter completed!