This day in the twenty-eighth year of Hongwu seemed particularly long.
The civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty, who had originally planned to use begging bones to force the emperor to change his will, were caught off guard and discovered that their emperor no longer needed them.
The civil servants in Beijing during the Ming Dynasty were all dismissed from their official posts just because of an order to beg for bones.
Above the court hall, there are yamen of various ministries and departments.
After being granted permission to beg for bones and deprived of his official status, the wolf-like and tiger-like Jin Yiwei immediately accused people of their crimes and sent them to prison.
Everything seemed to have been rehearsed beforehand.
After returning to Beijing from Jiaozhi Road to report on their duties, the officials made a solemn promise in public on Chongli Street between Hongwu Gate and Chaoyang Gate.
The people of Yingtian City intuitively felt the unbearability of the Beijing officials, and angrily expelled those Beijing officials who had taken off their official uniforms and went to Liang Guan.
The people returned home with great expectations for what was supposed to be a new court.
However, today is destined not to be so simple and quiet in the dark night.
In the martial arts hall.
Zhu Shou, who lost the bet, seemed particularly excited and his face was extremely happy.
So much so that he never went home from the golf course. Instead, he went directly to the Martial Arts Hall, found a dormitory room where science and education were taught in the Martial Arts Hall, and moved in.
As for his change of clothes for the next three months, Zhu Shou sent someone back home to pick them up early in the morning.
The martial arts students in the martial arts hall also heard about the emperor's grandson's return to the Qin Dynasty army on the court today.
In the past few years, Jiangwu Hall has slowly developed a mature learning system, which is held every three years. Entrance and exit assessments are assessed. There are only more than a hundred people in each term, not too many, but not many.
The Marquis of Ming Dynasty in the room was so excited that he didn't want to wash up for a long time.
Outside the house, the martial arts students in the martial arts hall rarely ignored the rules and gathered together.
"The imperial court is really as the grandson said. It is a blessing for everyone of our generation to resume the military service of Qin Dynasty!"
The largest classroom in the martial arts hall had no less than a hundred and fifty people gathered here. A Baihu official from the Chinese Army Governor's Mansion, with a red face, spoke to the classmates and comrades around him.
"It has been twenty-eight years since the founding of our dynasty, and there are only a few people with different surnames who have been granted the title of king, and they are all granted after death. Today, His Highness Taisun has said that our dynasty will resume the meritorious service of the Qin Fajun, and those with high merit can be crowned king.
The king of Ming Dynasty is waiting for you."
"Everyone! My classmates! My colleagues!"
"The imperial court... no! The royal family treats us like this. We will swear allegiance to the death, and we will wrap ourselves in horse leather before the battle to express our gratitude for the royal family's great kindness."
After finishing speaking, the official from the Central Military Governor's Office silently looked at a new transfer student in a very inconspicuous corner among the crowd.
This year is already the third term for the Hundred Household Officers, and they will pass the exam at the end of the year. If all goes well, they can at least be appointed as Deputy Qianhu, and their placement will be arranged by the Fifth Army Governor's Office and the Ministry of War.
And the new student is also an official of hundreds of households.
However, the officials of the Hundred Households of the Chinese Army Dudu Mansion firmly believed that as long as the other party graduated in three years, at least he would be an official of the Thousand Households after graduation, and he would even command the general affairs and the colleagues.
That's because the freshman's surname is Chang!
Chang Jizu was helpless. He entered the Martial Arts Hall as a temporary transfer, but he finally got in after passing the Martial Arts Hall assessment. However, many people believed that he got in because of his surname.
However, the attention of the surrounding military students was drawn to him by the hundreds of officials from the Central Military Governor's Mansion.
No matter how helpless Chang Jizu was, he could only squeeze out a smile and cupped his hands and said: "Dear seniors, it has been twenty-eight years since the Ming Dynasty, and military families have been in the second generation. The country has now resumed the method of military merit and nobility. Since then,
This is to prevent me from falling in love with the army and horses. A good man of the Ming Dynasty should compete with his superiors on the military battlefield. He should use the heads of enemy chiefs to judge the success or failure of heroes!"
Chang Jizu spoke very restrainedly, but as the core of the third generation of the Chang family, he had to express the attitude of the Kaiping Palace on today's matter.
The Chang family will not indulge in past military achievements, let alone do despicable things in the military formation. Everything will be considered based on actual military achievements.
"The Ming army is mighty!"
Zhu Shou, the Marquis of Kuangshao, who had been unable to rest because of the emotion in his heart, heard the sound of the martial arts students gathering outside the window. He couldn't help but have an idea. He followed the sound and looked at the martial arts students in the classroom. He suddenly shouted at the door.
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The sudden mighty sound made the martial arts students in the classroom look surprised.
When Dao turned around, he saw that it was Marquis Shunshen who had appeared outside the classroom at some unknown time.
The warriors paused for a moment.
I don’t know who spoke first, and in the blink of an eye there was a roar throughout the classroom.
"The Ming Dynasty is mighty! The Ming Dynasty is mighty! The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"
"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"
"..."
The largest classroom in the martial arts hall was packed with the shouts of martial arts students in just an instant.
The martial arts students shouted, but the content gradually changed.
"Long live your Majesty!"
"Prince Chitose!"
"My grandson is a thousand years old!"
"Long live your Majesty! Long live! Long live your Majesty!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty!"
By the time the shouting came to an end, the whole classroom was in complete chaos. Everyone was shouting their own voices, regardless of what the people around them were shouting.
Zhu Shou had a happy smile on his face.
The country can have these warriors and soldiers who dare to sacrifice their lives and return with their bodies wrapped in horse leather for the sake of the country. Why don't they come to the prosperous times?
Zhu Shou followed the sound silently, and returned silently carrying the sound.
After a while, I rested happily.
While the martial arts students in the martial arts hall were cheering and the military camps inside and outside the capital were singing and celebrating, the Taiyuan Hospital on Qinglong Street was completely silent.
The latest medical code of practice clearly stipulates that the hospital must be kept quiet to facilitate patients' recovery.
In fact, there are not many patients in the hospital.
Those who can use imperial doctors are usually nobles in the palace or powerful officials in the dynasty. But sometimes, the situation is different.
For example, Tai Hospital has often launched new medical research in the past two years.
Especially when it comes to trauma.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As a result, there were many officers and soldiers from various camps inside and outside the capital who were injured due to drills in the Taiyuan Hospital.
The night gradually dimmed the sky, and the sunlight had long since disappeared.
On Qinglong Street, a figure came from the Rites Yamen to Taiyuan Hospital.
Ren Hengtai took off his official uniform in the Yamen, put on an indigo robe, lowered his head and arrived at the entrance of Taiyuan Hospital.
The guard guarding the door turned out to be a bachelor and the Minister of Etiquette.
When you are busy, you have to step forward and bow.
Ren Hengtai raised his hand: "Excuse me, but Zhai Butang is in the Taiyuan Hospital?"
"Back to Bu Tang, Zhai Bu Tang was sent directly to the hospital today. He hasn't woken up yet, so he didn't ask his family to take him back."
Seeing that Ren Hengtai intended to keep a low profile, the guard also lowered his tone.
Ren Hengtai nodded and entered the Tai Hospital minding his own business.
As soon as we entered Taiyuan Hospital, we could smell the smell of various herbs floating in the air.
Ren Hengtai followed the road to the location where the patients were placed. The closer he got, the lighter the smell of herbs in the air became. On the contrary, it was another somewhat pungent smell that became stronger.
There is a faint smell of alcohol mixed in with it.
Outside the ward, there were two strong medicine boys in white coats squatting in the corner, assuming they were looking after them.
Seeing Ren Hengtai coming over, a medicine boy who could pass for two Ren Hengtai stood up.
"Who are you?"
Ren Hengtai raised his head and said: "I am here to find Zhai Shan, the Minister of Civil Affairs. Who is on duty at the Imperial Hospital today?"
My official.
Then he is also an official.
To be able to find a minister of the Ministry of Personnel, one must be at least a third- or fourth-rank official.
The medicine boy didn't recognize Ren Hengtai, but his attitude was much more respectful: "Zhai Butang is in the single room at the end of the ward. Today, he is the envoy of the Shuiyuan Hospital, and he is currently dealing with the trauma of a Beijing officer and soldier in the back hall."
After asking about Zhai Shan's location, Ren Hengtai was no longer anxious. Instead, he asked curiously: "Why does the water hospital have to deal with trauma in person at this time?"
The medicine boy showed embarrassment on his face and whispered: "Today, because of His Majesty's decree, the Beijing army was having a bit of a fuss. Many people were injured, and that man didn't know how, but he actually got a foot on his leg.
There are long wounds, and even the blood vessels and bones are exposed. The envoys of the Shuiyuan always want to see these kinds of wounds in person, and even if they don't do it themselves, they have to instruct other doctors in the hospital to perform the surgery."
The medicine boy talked a lot intermittently, but Ren Hengtai was a little confused.
No matter how the blood vessels are exposed, treating trauma is treating trauma, so why do you need to use a knife?
Somewhat puzzled.
Ren Hengtai shook his head and walked into the ward: "I have a look at Zhai Butang. It's nothing important. You guys stay here."
The medicine boy nodded and continued to lean against the corner, dozing off slightly.
Ren Hengtai entered the ward, and the strange smell inside became stronger and stronger, which made him completely sure that there was the smell of alcohol in it.
Why is this?
Ren Hengtai still doesn't understand.
He walked toward the end of the ward. On both sides were white bedsteads, many of which were lying with wounded Beijing officers and soldiers.
There were two people from the Imperial Hospital, also wearing white coats, who checked on the injured officers and soldiers from time to time.
Ren Hengtai went all the way to the back and saw Zhai Shan's name hanging in front of a door. He thought that this was probably the single room where Zhai Shan was, so he stretched out his hand to open the door.
Opening the door, Ren Hengtai saw Zhai Shan, the Minister of Civil Affairs of the Ming Dynasty, lying alone on a bed frame that was also as white as snow.
Ren Hengtai had a smile on his face, closed the door with his backhand, and said, "The medicine boy outside said you haven't woken up yet. When did you wake up?"
Zhai Shan's face was still a little pale at the moment, and his lips were already a little dry and cracked due to being deprived of water for a long time.
He lay on the bed and didn't move. He just looked at Ren Hengtai who walked in for some reason and said, "I just woke up. I didn't expect you to come here."
Ren Hengtai nodded, pulled a chair next to him, and sat beside the bed: "Your Majesty issued five decrees in a row today. He was quite troubled and unwilling to go home. He just left the Yamen. After thinking about it,
Go, I still have to come and see if the officials of the Ming Dynasty are still well."
They have been colleagues for many years, and the sudden concern can probably be forgotten.
Zhai Shan smiled: "I don't dare to forget the affairs of the country for a day. Think about it, Your Majesty has made up his mind?"
Ren Hengtai nodded: "Hundreds of officials in front of the Hongwu Gate begged for the bones, and Your Majesty granted the permission. There is a decree to restore the old French military merit and titles of Qin and start the examination of public law. Your Majesty is old and I don't know whether to abdicate or not."
Zhai Shan gradually fell silent.
After a long time, he suddenly chuckled and said, "Why didn't the Ministry of War come with you today? In the past, you two had a close relationship."
Ren Hengtai said: "The Ministry of War is going to be reorganized. The Governor's Office will be re-established above the Governor's Office of the Fifth Army. The Wuying Hall and Wenyuan Pavilion will be established. There are still a lot of things to deal with at the Ministry of War. I think he is still in the Yamen of the Ministry of War at this moment, looking at
The empty government office will burn your heart."
Zhai Shan's eyes moved, and his thoughts were recovering and pushing forward bit by bit.
He said softly: "In a few years, our dynasty will have two new branches, and the number of years will increase. Your Majesty will return to the military meritorious service. He has already laid the groundwork for this matter. There is no doubt about this matter. Today, hundreds of officials are allowed to beg for their bones. I guess it is also the so-called test of public law."
Because.
In all these years, has your Majesty ever really shown pity to the officials of the court? How many people in the world are trying to squeeze in? The billions of people in the world are all for your Majesty's use.
When things calm down in the past few days, the imperial court will still be the same imperial court, but I don’t know if I will still be the same as I am now."
Zhai Shan smiled mockingly.
As a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, he worked hard and hard. He could not please the monarch at the top, nor appease the officials at the bottom. He was caught in the middle. As a high-ranking official, he fainted and fell down twice due to anger.
Zhai Shan already had a premonition that he might have to leave this court soon.
Ren Hengtai thought of something and said, "There is another thing today that may interest you."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhai Shan looked sideways and said, "Oh? Is there anything else that can interest people in Yingtian City now?"
"Gao Yangzhi is back with his people."
In the single ward of Tai Hospital, Ren Hengtai spoke softly.
Zhai Shan's face was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of light.
"Such a young feudal official..." Zhai Shan sighed with emotion, shook his head and said: "Now that he has returned, he is the new rich man of the Ming Dynasty, a famous man in the court. You and I have to figure out what others are thinking.
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Upstart.
Ren Hengtai thought about this word for a while and felt that what Zhai Shan said was not wrong.
The mind and learning are new, and so are the people. After returning to the imperial court, you will naturally have a new job.
Just when the two of them didn't know how to continue the conversation.
There was a burst of noise outside the ward.
This was originally prohibited by the Tai Hospital.
But soon, the makers of the sound arrived outside the single room and opened the door.
Ren Hengtai turned around and Zhai Shan raised his neck slightly.
It's someone from the palace.
"There is a will."
The eunuch who delivered the order said calmly.
Ren Hengtai immediately stood up and knelt on the ground.
Zhai Shanben wanted to get up, but was stopped by the eunuch who delivered the order: "Your Majesty knows that Zhai Butang works hard and does not need to perform the ceremony. This decree is also for Ren Butang."
A message for Ren Hengtai?
Zhai Shan frowned slightly, and Ren Hengtai was also a little confused.
However, the eunuch who delivered the message quickly gave the answer.
"Your Majesty said that Ren Hengtai is a good official, a loyal minister, and he also has some ambitions. There are not many officials like him nowadays. Zhai Shan is one, Ru Yu is one, and there are only so many of them in the court.
If Ren Hengtai wants to do something, then do it. From now on, he will work in Wenyuan Pavilion. Various new policies for the country and the government are imminent. I hope you will live up to your words."
What does it mean?
The Minister of Rites appointed Hengtai to work in Wenyuan Pavilion.
Under Zhai Shan's chest, his heart seemed to be suddenly falling toward an abyss.
A feeling of emptiness.
I just talked about the new rich, but now I have the new rich in front of me.
Ren Hengtai was also confused, and he only came to his senses when he heard the eunuch coughing slightly.
"Your Majesty, Ren Hengtai, accept the order and thank you for your kindness."