Some things are difficult to say clearly. It is a good thing for young people to be motivated and passionate. The court is also willing to have such young ministers. Such ministers can also bring some vitality to the court.
If there are no newly promoted young ministers, the court will be in chaos if there are only old men in the court.
Your Majesty loves talents.
The veterans of the court have been in the court for so long. They cherish their feathers and care about their own interests. They know better ways to gain a foothold in the court.
Once young people step on the tail of these veterans, they will inevitably trigger a counterattack.
During the Wude period, Li Shimin was still the King of Qin. He was one of the young ministers at that time, and he was often suppressed by the older ministers.
If Zhang Yang continues to be so unscrupulous, sooner or later he will have no place in the court, so it is best to give him advice.
Changsun Wuji could probably guess what His Majesty meant.
This is also the purpose of coming to see him.
The yard was quiet for a while, except for the sound of the chess pieces moving on the board as Li Yue and her two aunts played chess.
Changsun Wuji sat upright and said, "What do you think of what you said in the court yesterday?"
"I just expressed my own opinion. Even if His Majesty wants to make Tuli Khan a general, I can only watch as there is nothing I can do."
"Do you have any resentment in your heart?" Changsun Wuji asked quickly.
"If you don't have any resentment, it's useless to have resentment." Zhang Yang's answer was also quick.
"You're going to offend some people."
"Stay in your position and do your own thing."
"Do you want to fight for power for the Ministry of Rites?"
The two exchanged several words in succession. Lu Zhaolin secretly sighed that it was getting late and how long Duke Zhao would continue to ask.
Zhang Yang changed his sitting position, put all his weight on the chair, and put his hands in his sleeves, "Why does Zhao Guogong feel so?"
Changsun Wuji nodded and said, "You protested and asked Tuli Khan to make him a general. Aren't you fighting for power?"
Zhang Yang added some tea to the two of them.
Lu Zhaolin said quickly: "Thank you very much, Mr. Zhang."
Looking up at Changsun Wuji again, Zhang Yang whispered: "I don't know the court very well, and I'm also confused about the relationship between the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Education."
"Mr. Zhao, can I look at this from my own perspective? I think you and I look at things differently."
After taking another sip of tea, Changsun Wuji said calmly: "But it doesn't matter."
"I think the Ministry of Rites should have greater freedom. If everything is to be done according to the wishes of the Ministry of Education, please give me a reason to keep the Ministry of Rites. These matters can be left to anyone in the government."
Changsun Wuji listened silently.
"Don't talk about internal affairs, let's talk about external affairs. The Ministry of Rites has always been responsible for receiving envoys. In other words, the Ministry of Rites is on the front line of communicating with foreign ministers. I don't know if Zhao Guogong understands this."
"You can continue to talk in your own way." Changsun Wuji nodded.
"As for the work of the Ministry of Rites, it is the job of the Ministry of Rites to receive foreign ministers and talk to understand each other's situation. If envoys from small countries have requests, the Ministry of Rites will be the first to know."
"It's like the matter of the Tuyuhun envoy. To the DPRK, Tuyuhun is a lost land in the Central Plains. When the Tubo captures Tuyuhun, we can bring the royal family of Tuyuhun to the Central Plains."
Changsun Wuji nodded, "This reflects the benevolence of the Tang Dynasty. I think it is not wrong and it is good for us."
"At this point in the war, Tuyuhun will undoubtedly be defeated. He is just struggling to hold on. Defeat will happen sooner or later. What Tuyuhun's envoy wants most is the escape route. He knows that even if the Tang Dynasty sends troops to help them, Tuyuhun will be gone.
, Tuyuhun is no longer here."
"The Ministry of Rites can understand the other party's demands more comprehensively, thereby achieving the results that both parties want."
Changsun Wuji's expression changed somewhat.
"In these aspects, I feel that the Ministry of Rites should not be allowed to direct the Ministry of Rites, but the Ministry of Rites should report many arrangements to the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites will arrange matters, and let other ministries cooperate with the Ministry of Rites."
Now that the words have been spoken, Changsun Wuji no longer holds back. He also likes to speak in such a simple, direct and clear way.
"I must understand what benefits this will bring to the court." Changsun Wuji slowly put down the tea bowl.
"The difference between the Tang Dynasty and the small neighboring countries is that the Tang Dynasty has a very complete political system. This system has been developed for thousands of years and is now gradually becoming mature. This is something that the small neighboring countries, including the Turks, do not have."
"Strategically, we can absolutely crush our opponents. In terms of politics, those small countries are just children compared to the Tang Dynasty. They are absolutely behind us. Why not enlarge this advantage and give the Ministry of Rites greater power."
After finishing his words, Changsun Wuji fell silent.
It's rare for someone to be so silent when talking about Changsun Wuji. Lu Zhaolin heard it half-understood. Zhang Yang's wording was very strange, which made people confused. He looked at Zhao Guogong quietly, not sure whether Zhao Guogong could understand.
The tea was almost cold, and Changsun Wuji suddenly smiled, "So in your opinion, how powerful is the power of the Ministry of Rites?"
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"Give the Ministry of Rites independent power, and the Ministry of Rites can develop its own manpower, communicate with other countries, and independently decide on various arrangements for envoys from various countries to come to Chang'an. If the Tang Dynasty needs to send envoys abroad in the future, the Ministry of Rites can also choose its own candidates."
Changsun Wuji took a deep breath and said, "Speak more simply."
Zhang Yang sighed: "I want the right to speak!"
Changsun Wuji slowly stood up and said, "I and Your Majesty cannot give them all to you at once. I also think they need to be discussed."
It can be seen that Changsun Wuji is a mature and prudent man. His eyes are very sharp and there are many things hidden in his eyes.
"Let's see how things are going with the Turks first, and let the government see what the Ministry of Rites is capable of. You have already been rewarded for the Hexi Corridor incident. If the Ministry of Rites has greater achievements, you may be able to win your requests."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Changsun Wuji straightened his sleeves and said, "I will take my leave now."
"Mr. Zhao Guo, walk slowly."
His expression was tense for a long time, Zhang Yang relaxed his facial expression and said to himself, Prince Hejian, I have already begun to do something to help the Ministry of Rites, and this is all for your sake.
Lu Zhaolin was still sitting.
Zhang Yang looked at him.
As soon as the cold wind blew, Lu Zhaolin stood up quickly and said, "Shilang Zhang, I am the Superintendent of the Imperial Medical Office. I am here for tea."
"Tea? I have tea here. Do you want to take some with you?"
"No need." Lu Zhaolin smiled bitterly, "I just want to ask how to make tea."
"This is a business secret, it's hard to disclose." Zhang Yang said helplessly.
"I just want to know the secret recipe for roasting tea leaves."
"If you want tea, you can buy it from me. I can also give you some."
"But……"
"This tea business is not just for my own benefit, there are many other people who have interests in it, and everyone will suffer if I lose it."
"As long as I let you know the secret recipe for stir-frying, I won't reveal a word about it."
Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "Aunt Wang is seeing off the guests."
"Master Zhang, please listen to my explanation..."
As Lu Zhaolin was talking, Aunt Wang dragged her out by the skirt of her clothes with one hand, her voice getting farther and farther away...
When Li Yue saw this scene, she actually knew that the secret to frying tea leaves was very simple.
"Husband, I feel like I'm getting better at chess."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Li Yue nodded vigorously.
The couple sat opposite each other again, placed the chess pieces and started playing chess.
Watching Li Yue move a pawn forward first, it looked like he was testing.
The fight lasted for a while on the chessboard, and finally Li Yue was killed by a behind-the-scenes move.
She breathed hard, "You are cheating!"
Zhang Yang arranged the chessboard, "This is called wisdom, not cheating."
Having learned another move, Li Yue moved the chess pieces cautiously.
After several battles on the chessboard, Li Yue also killed many of Zhang Yang's chess pieces. He couldn't help but feel happy, as if victory was right in front of him.
Zhang Yang used the two horses to cooperate with each other to constantly put pressure on her.
Seeing the opponent's horse rushing straight towards his general, Li Yue, who was being general, could only break the move first.
Zhang Yang used another horse to continue to put pressure.
Got general again.
Li Yue couldn't care about the other chess pieces and could only be tired of unlocking the opponent's two horses.
After several attempts, he was finally killed.
Li Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead with frustration on his face.
Zhang Yang grinned and said, "This move is called horse rolling."
The little daughter-in-law watched the endgame on the chessboard alone, while Zhang Yang got up and went to cook.
Li Yue is still reviewing the chess game just now.
At the dinner table, Li Yue said while eating millet rice: "I can play more chess with you. Although I keep losing, I can remember the moves you used and I can learn them slowly."
After dinner, I played a few games of chess with Li Yue, which undoubtedly ended in Li Yue's defeat.
I don’t know where my little daughter-in-law got her confidence, so she brought her here to be abused.
Li Yue stared at the lost game, "Why?"
Zhang Yang arranged the chessboard, "Although you can think of my moves, you are just copying them without understanding them. The situation on the chessboard is ever-changing. Just knowing the moves is not enough. Bullying the novices is enough."
There are so many toys at home, and chess is the most attractive to Li Yue.
She could play chess with her two aunts all afternoon without getting tired.
You can still play for a long time at night.
Late at night, with the light of the oil lamp reflecting on the window, Aunt Wang looked at the couple playing chess and smiled silently.
The life of Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Prince Consort is so good.
In the room, Li Yue looked at the chessboard and meditated hard, his eyes constantly watching every chess piece and taking every step carefully.
At the moment when she was finally about to die, Li Yue collapsed. She lay on the bed with her calves kicking, and said in a crying tone, "I don't want to play anymore."
Zhang Yang sighed: "Actually, you have made great progress."
Li Yue looked at the roof beams of her home, "But I am still no match for your husband."
"You still have room for improvement."
"My husband won't let me go!" Li Yuewei pursed his lips.
"We can't let this go, otherwise it would be boring."
"I will definitely defeat my husband." Li Yue finished her harsh words and returned to her own room.
After playing dozens of games in one night, Li Yue also lost dozens of games.
If it had been anyone else, it might have collapsed.
Zhang Yang was tidying up the room. She had never seen a more cruel scene. Some opponents may not be defeated in a lifetime, and that is the intelligence of high algorithms.
The next morning, it was still bright.
Li Xiaogong asked: "I heard that Changsun Wuji went to see you?"
Zhang Yang nodded. He and his wife had been fighting fiercely on the chessboard until late at night every day for the past two days, and he was in a very bad state of mind.
Li Xiaogong looked at the closed Chengtian Gate, "No wonder Changsun Wuji sent someone to tell him that all matters related to the Turkic Tuli Khan were handed over to the Ministry of Rites. What did your kid say to him?"
"If we can handle the Turkic affairs well, we can gain more power for the Ministry of Rites."
"To seize power from the Central Publishing House is to seize food from the tiger's mouth." Li Xiaogong said in a low voice.
"Prince Hejian said that the Ministry of Rites should not be looked down upon."
Li Xiaogong snorted coldly: "Good boy, you really like me. One day the Ministry of Rites can stand up among the six..."
"I will resign."
After Zhang Yang finished speaking, the palace door slowly opened.
The conversation between the two was very soft, and only each other could hear it. Li Xiaogong said again: "This old man is really tired of being an official."
Li Xiaogong was either quarreling in the court or sleeping in the government office. His career as Minister of Rites was obviously quite colorful.
The morning meeting was, as always, a very sleepy one.
Especially the quiet environment in the court hall is really suitable for sleeping.
After going to court, Xu Jingzong said doubtfully: "Shilang Zhang, I have a doubt."
Zhang Yang put his hands in his sleeves, "But it doesn't matter."
The two walked together, shoulder to shoulder.
Xu Jingzong whispered: "Isn't Mr. Zhang very tired every night?"
Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Yes, I'm so tired that I don't know when to sleep."
Xu Jingzong took out a pack of herbal medicine from his sleeve, "These are some folk remedies from my hometown. You can try them, Shilang Zhang."
Zhang Yang said suspiciously: "I'm not sick."
Xu Jingzong winked and said, "Everyone below you understands this, and I've also been through this before."
"Who's here?"
Zhang Yang became increasingly puzzled.
The two of them walked all the way back to the government office. Li Xiaogong had already fallen asleep in the government office before them.
Prince Hejian snores like thunder. Without Prince Hejian's snoring, this rites office would really have no soul.
The two watched together for a long time.
Zhang Yang looked at the officials who were returning to their respective government offices one after another.
"Our Hejian County Prince is the one standing at the front. Did he run all the way back to sleep?"
Xu Jingzong said tangledly: "I fall asleep as quickly as I come. I guess the Prince of Hejian County is also very busy at night."
Although the office of the Ministry of Rites is small, it still has a lot of books.
The Turkic Eucalyptus rolls that were sent before are still here.
Zhang Yang said to Xu Jingzong: "Have you read all these scrolls?"
Xu Jingzong stepped forward and said, "I've finished reading it all."
The eucalyptus scroll in his hand slipped from his hand and fell into the box where it originally belonged. Zhang Yang was surprised and asked, "Have you finished reading?"