Chapter 362 Everyone, Wei Zhe is here, who wants to kill me!
Chapter 362 Everyone, Wei Zhe is here, who wants to kill me!
Tang Cheng rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw correctly. The person standing in front of him was Zhu Gaojie.
"Your Highness, isn't it in the south?" Tang Cheng asked in disbelief.
Zhu Gaojie rubbed his brows and said with a tired expression: "Yang Rong sent me a rush of eight hundred miles, so I couldn't take care of the affairs in the south. I can only slow down the affairs in the south in the shortest possible time.
Return to the capital to take charge of the overall situation."
At this moment, Tang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, his throat moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he could only say: "Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work."
Zhu Gaojie smiled and waved his hand: "Why do you have to work so hard?"
This is also inevitable in the feudal dynasty. When the imperial power is effective, all power is concentrated in one person. The fate of the country and the ups and downs of the empire are all left to one person to gamble. Once this person has something special,
situation, the entire empire will fluctuate accordingly.
However, if the imperial power fails and power is dispersed into the hands of multiple people, it will cause a situation that is more unacceptable than if the imperial power is effective. The distribution of power will never be fair, and because of the unfairness of power, it will cause an imbalance in the hearts of the people. Once the imperial power fails,
, the entire empire will fall into internal strife and party strife.
This is an inevitable trend in the advancement of the dynasty and an inevitable ugliness in the feudal system.
Zhu Gaojie wanted to work hard to change all this, but he knew that he was not a god. Although his thinking and ability were ahead of this era, in the face of the torrent of history, what he needed to resist was the pressure from all over the world.
How difficult it is for a person to support the backbone of an empire with his arms.
"If you go out now, those arrogant Confucian scholars will tear you into pieces!"
"Give this to the prince for me."
Xia Yuanji personally verified and searched for outstanding poor students from prefectures and counties. A total of 300 people were admitted to the second phase of the Academy of Liberal Arts. After being nurtured by the Academy of Liberal Arts, these 300 students from poor families will be distributed.
Go to various provinces and hold positions starting at the seventh level.
"No one will come to the liberal arts college to save us today."
"The three major battalions are the troops that follow His Majesty to conquer the world, not the troops directly affiliated with the Crown Prince. The only troops that are directly affiliated with the Crown Prince are the troops that stay in the Northeast, the hundreds of thousands of Northeastern Army, are the truly trustworthy troops.
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Xia Yuanji was sitting in the office. Through the window, he could feel the comfortable warmth and brilliance. The warm sunshine was shining in the college, and the shade of trees and vegetation were flourishing.
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He lowered his head and glanced at the draft he was working on. The title was "Report on the Employment of the Second Phase of the Faculty of Arts." As the deputy dean of the Faculty of Arts, trained by the dean Zhu Gaojie, Xia Yuanji began to take over the affairs of the Faculty of Arts and became
A veritable dean.
As he retreated, his legs became weak and he almost fell down.
"Yes, they are here for me, Xia Yuanji. Listen, how loud is this old thief Xia's slogan?"
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Zhu Gaojie waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and said: "The old man's body is no longer in harm's way, and he should be able to wake up in the next two days. Just follow the prescription I prescribed for the old man last time and give him the medicine to ensure that the vitality in the old man's body can keep up.
"Come on. Don't give me the soup or medicine."
Xia Yuanji looked at the chaos at the main entrance. The crowd of Confucian scholars almost broke through the door and trampled the threshold.
Literary Academy, General Office.
Hearing an old voice coming from behind, Su Wu turned around and saw Xia Yuanji standing beside him with his hands behind his back and a calm expression.
"Xiao Su, you are still young, and I am already dying. If I can do something that will leave my name in history before I die, it is not a life in vain. From now on, the liberal arts academy will depend on you. You are the prince's side.
The youngest and most promising minister, after Yang Rong, you should be ranked first among the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty."
"Okay, Uncle Tang, tell me what's going on with the old man."
Su Wu smiled bitterly and said: "Of course I know there is someone behind the scenes, but in this situation, what can I do even if I know, I always have to solve the problem first before thinking about anything else."
"If you want to quell the public anger, the only way...I will come forward and delay time."
The person next to him replied: "No, Mr. Su, our Academy of Arts has only a few dozen guards in total. There is no way we can stop the hundreds or even thousands of troublemakers outside."
"Old thief Xia, get out of here!"
"Um."
Su Wu's pupils narrowed and he said: "Old Minister Xia, what exactly do you want to say?"
Xia Yuanji said calmly, "Xiao Su, you are still too young. When you grow up and get older, your eyes will be better. Now there are hundreds of Confucian students outside the door, dare to stand in front of the liberal arts college
If you say there is no one behind the scenes, no one will believe it."
Zhu Gaojie nodded without saying anything in reply. He was indeed too tired.
"Once this door is opened, it can never be closed again. If the three hundred students from poor families want to gain a foothold in the officialdom in the future, they can only unite and form a poor family party to absorb the children from poor families and strengthen their power. Only in this way can they be like those from aristocratic families.
, parties with rich family backgrounds and official backgrounds are evenly matched in power."
Thinking of this, Xia Yuanji couldn't help but chuckle, closed his eyes lightly, and murmured: "It is enough for me to open such a door for the poor scholars in the world in this life."
"Okay, okay, everything will follow the prince's instructions."
"Now that the changes in officialdom have been completed, my deadline is approaching."
Tang Cheng advised, "Prince, you have been working tirelessly to return to the capital from the south, and you have expended a lot of energy in treating His Majesty. No matter how good your body is, you can't bear such fatigue. Please go back to the East Palace to rest as soon as possible."
The affairs in the palace are handled by the servants, and the affairs outside the palace are handled by Mr. Xia, so you can always rest assured."
The old man's waist was still straight.
"Who wants to kill me?"
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"The prince has made too many enemies in order to reshape the court, and the chaos in the south has been ignited. We must finally make some trade-offs and use my life to silence everyone for him."
"how so?"
Zhu Gaojie frowned slightly, "I checked the old man's pulse and prescribed medicine just before I went to the south. It was obvious that he had stabilized a lot by then. No matter what, it would not be like this. As long as the old man rests patiently, he will definitely not be able to do it within half a year.
Something went wrong, why did something happen in the past two months?"
Zhu Gaojie was helpless and waved: "Get a pair of silver needles. I'll try acupuncture first to see if I can restore the old man's breath."
According to Xia Yuanji's plan, these three hundred scholars from poor families will open a door for poor families in the world. From bottom to top, inspection points will be set up in each province. Anyone with talent, regardless of their background, can be cultivated in the liberal arts academy.
, and then issued as a local parent official.
"Xia Yuanji, get out!"
Fortunately, Tang Cheng had the foresight and hurriedly came over to support him, allowing Zhu Gaojie to stand firm.
After saying this, Xia Yuanji went straight to the gate. Seeing him, nearly a thousand Confucian scholars outside the gate roared, wishing they could cut him into pieces and execute him in Ling Chi.
He is the censor of Zuodu and is also a student of the first batch of the Academy of Arts. After graduation, he concurrently served as the chief officer of the Academy of Arts and Sciences. There are thirteen departments in the Academy of Arts and Sciences, and the agency is the first of the thirteen departments. Only the dean is the first.
, deputy dean, under the director of education.
"To cause such a big disturbance, I'm afraid there is also a problem in the three major camps."
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He shouted:
"Everyone, Wei Zhe is here."
Zhu Gaojie put the last silver needle in the needle box. Seeing that the old man's face turned slightly rosy, he slowly moved away from the dragon bed.
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"Corrupting the discipline, taking bribes and perverting the law, Xia Yuanji will be a sycophant forever!"
"We are all scholars. Reading to the end is nothing more than eight words."
Just when he fell into a long-lost comfort, the exclamation of Mr. Xia from the liberal arts school suddenly came from outside the door: "Mr.
you!"
How could a personal eunuch like him understand the thoughts of His Majesty the Emperor?
"This matter was handled by me alone. No one was involved in it. I have offended too many people this time. I don't know how many people hate me and want to kill me."
Burial place."
"Emotionally high?"
Tang Cheng reminded: "I have been serving His Majesty. I only remember that His Majesty was in a high mood in the days before he fell into coma."
Zhu Gaojie was a little confused, "How can the old man have emotions even if he is just relaxing in the palace?"
Zhu Gaojie, who was the dean of the Academy of Arts, handed over the power of the academy to the vice-president Xia Yuanji after leading the first batch of students. Mr. Xia was busy with court affairs and the Academy of Arts. He should have been
Yang Rong, the director of education, helped him share the pressure, but Yang Rong was too busy with the cabinet to take care of it, so Su Wu, who was in charge of running the company, could only shoulder the responsibility.
Su Wu was a little surprised: "Old Minister Xia, why are you here?" "If there is such a big mess, I, the vice-dean, always have to come and take a look."
Xia Yuanji,
Like the bright sun.
Su Wu had a bad premonition for no reason: "Old Minister Xia, what do you mean by this?"
This was also Xia Yuanji’s original intention.
"tell him,"
Xia Yuanji chuckled and said: "The second batch of students from the School of Liberal Arts is about to graduate and will be dispersed to take up positions. This should have been widely spread outside. The three hundred students in this second batch are all from poor families. I am a literary student. The courtyard is a dragon gate, so all three hundred students can jump over the dragon gate, and from then on, a door has been opened for the poor students in the world."
Qianqing Palace.
He is about to succeed now. The 300 poor families in the second phase of the Liberal Arts College are about to graduate. When these 300 people enter the court and become officials, there will be a new party in the court.
——The poor party.
Hearing this, Su Wu frowned and asked: "Didn't you notify the nearest guard station? When the Academy of Literature was first established, the prince specially transferred an elite guard station of 5,600 people from the three major camps. The purpose of being near the Wenyuan is to prevent anyone from causing trouble in the Wenyuan."
Xia Yuanji's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and stood up with a puff of sleeves: "Don't worry, I'll go take a look later."
He wanted to reform the government and open a door for the people of the world.
"Now that people are blocking the gate of the Wenyuan, why haven't we seen anyone coming to rescue yet? Is it possible that we have to wait for someone to demolish the Wenyuan before coming?"
"Do you think that the impact of reforming the civil service is just the hundreds or thousands of Confucian scholars in front of the door? No, you think too simply."
"Dedicate yourself to the best of your ability until you die."
After he took over the Academy of Liberal Arts, he began to train the second phase of the Academy of Arts students. The first phase of the Academy of Arts students were to train the administrative skills of senior officials in the two capitals and provinces. The second phase of students was Xia Yuan. A group of poor students selected by Ji personally.
"As long as I don't die, those people won't be able to sleep all day."
"Old thief Xia has insulted my Confucian scriptures and treacherous officials are in power. If this thief is not eliminated, the country will not be able to live in peace for a day!"
"..."
But he only has two sleeves, the breeze is waving like clouds in the clear sky, his back is like a towering pine, and the sun is shining on his shoulders.
"He promoted Lao Xia to the position of Prime Minister of this dynasty. I will repay it this time."
Therefore, Su Wu nominally held the position of fourth-in-command, but actually performed the duties of second-in-command.
"The people who were supposed to save us are now thinking about letting us die."
Seeing this chaotic scene, Su Wu rubbed his eyebrows, raised his hand and said to the people around him: "Let the guards block the door. We must not let the group of Confucian scholars outside break in. If we really let these crazy Confucian students When we come in, the liberal arts college must not be smashed to pieces?"
Xia Yuanji turned his head and looked at him: "I'm not kidding, Xiao Su. When I surrendered to the Crown Prince... No, he was still King Qi at that time. When I joined Prince Qi, he once made it clear that I would reform the government. And die."
"Old thief Xia disrupted our Confucianism. This thief has ulterior motives and is guilty of eternal sin!"
Tang Cheng shook his head, indicating that he didn't quite understand either.
Xia Yuanji gently patted Su Wu's shoulder and held his hand, as if stuffing something into it.
The Civil and Military Academy is different from other academies. The students in the Civil and Military Academy are all important members of the imperial court, so they must be protected. Security is a top priority. Once an enemy country launches an attack on the Civil and Military Academy and the Civil and Military Academy falls, the entire imperial court will follow.
paralysis.
In front of the main entrance of the college, there was a huge crowd of Confucian students wearing long robes, making a noisy noise like a tsunami that was about to overwhelm the students, holding their shirts high in protest.
Xia Yuanji said slowly, "I have made everyone angry."
After the words fell, Su Wu could no longer say a single word. His throat seemed to be stuck by something. He could only look at Xia Laoshangshu's old face. His old face was full of wrinkles, like knife carvings.
Sword marks.
In order to prevent this problem, Zhu Gaojie made preparations in advance. He transferred two guards from the three major battalions and stationed them near the Civil and Military Academy. Once something happened to the academy, he would immediately send troops regardless of the reason to protect the safety of the academy.
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He closed his eyes lightly and said: "Although the three major camps have abandoned us, the Jin Yiwei will still notice this place. The Jin Yiwei is the most loyal eagle dog we have in the East Palace, but no matter how loyal it is, we will need it when they come."
time."
Zhu Gaojie looked at the dragon couch behind the bright yellow gauze curtain. The old man was lying on the couch in a coma, his state of weakness was like a candle in front of the wind or a lamp in the rain. The slightest storm would bring him to his knees.
Su Wu immediately interrupted: "Old Minister Xia, please stop joking!"
"But don't forget, those people who followed His Majesty to conquer the world have now become our enemies. How many generals in the three major battalions are their people? They want to hold down the guard posts of the three major battalions and won't let them go.
The three major battalions came to support the Literary Academy, and it was easy for them to do so."
At this time, an urgent call came from outside the palace.
"Shen Qingyu, who is of humble rank, asks to see His Highness the Crown Prince!"