The tenth time, the history of the Ming Dynasty, the biography of the two ministers
Kangxi looked back and saw that only Mu Zixu was following him. He saw Zhao Peiji, the eunuch of Yangxin Palace, coming out from a distance, so he waved over and asked, "What are you doing?" Zhao Peiji hurriedly hit Qian'er to salute, and said with a smile, "Ming Xiang and the others.
They were all waiting in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. They forgot to bring the Four Books and asked the servant to go out and lend him one..." Kangxi said angrily: "Is he your biological father? Respect him so filially! What's the use of improvising at this moment!
Go to the Jingsi Room to deliver the message: Zhang Wanqiang is the eunuch of the Sixth Palace, and you have to ask for his advice on everything. Ask the Jingsi Room to check. The old eunuchs and maids who have been kicked out in the past few years are all called back to serve the original master.——
Tell them to be careful, I want to investigate!"
After Kangxi finished speaking, he walked away, with a thought in his mind: Is it too much for Mingzhu to interfere in the prince's affairs? Is it okay for the eunuch to cut off the prince's communication with the outside world? But after taking a few steps, he felt that he was too worried.
Funny - there is no reason to doubt the ministers because of Mo Ju's words. It's not a bad thing to be more strict in the palace and the inner court! When he arrived in front of the hanging flower gate of Yangxin Hall, Kangxi was relieved, because he saw Li Guangdi, Suo Etu, Mingzhu and Xiong Cilu Duhu
Waiting under the corridor, he smiled and said: "Come in, I say it's a test, but actually I'm asking you to come here. What are you afraid of? Old Master Xiong, I don't look at your homework, why is your face so pale?"
After saying that, he went into the hall and sat down. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you almost ready for the Bo Xue Hong Confucian studies? After this period, I will give you three days' leave!" As he said this, he picked up a piece of yellow silk noodles on the table.
When I asked An Zhezi to look at it, it was Wei Dongting who handed it in. Seeing that the price of rice in the south of the Yangtze River was seven cents a stone, he soaked it with cinnabar and commented, "I feel so relieved." After a moment of reflection, he erased it and wrote another
"The low price of grain hurts the farmers, so you can buy grain with silver from the Customs Lijin and Jinling vassal treasury. The price can be slightly higher than the market price, so the market price can be stabilized." While writing, he asked Xiong Cilu: "What did you give me the day before yesterday?"
The prince said 'sexual similarity', but I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?"
"Yes." Xiong Cilu hurriedly bowed and replied, "Sex, the wise and the stupid, the sages and ordinary people are born the same. However, this is just the nature of principles. When it comes to the nature of temperament, they cannot be the same. The so-called 'similarity',
That is different from 'same'."
"Huh?" Kangxi put Anzhe aside, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Don't principles and temperament have two different natures?"
Xiong Cilu pondered for a while, then said with a smile: "I have never explained the truth in detail. However, I believe that moral principles and temperament are one and the same, and moral principles are only in temperament." After hearing this, Kangxi nodded with a smile. There is a bright pearl.
He was anxious to return to Kangxi because of a lot of things. He listened impatiently, and finally waited for a moment to interrupt, and then said: "Just now, Long Live asked about the learned scholars. I was about to ask for an order. What will be done with these scholars after the trial?"
, you can let the ministry make arrangements." Kangxi smiled and said: "Let's talk about what you think first."
"In my opinion, it is absolutely inappropriate to send these people to the Hanlin Academy." Mingzhu said sternly, "This is a royal test, a grand ceremony for the ages, different from ordinary Jinshi. Let them go and become local officials, they are too old.
These are all the Confucian scholars who were visited by officials from various provinces and failed to win. If they were deposed back to their place of origin, the faces of the governors would not look good. But if they all went into the study, there seemed to be more. I thought about it for a few days.
, there is no proper way."
What Mingzhu said was very reasonable. In fact, there was a more important point. He didn't dare to say it. Kangxi also knew clearly in his heart: If the gap between the Jinshi who was admitted to Chang Ke and the erudite and Confucian scholar were too big, trouble would inevitably happen. Now it has been
Some people who took the exam wrote poems to ridicule them. If they were put together, would they be afraid of creating cliques? Kangxi thought about it and said with a smile: "Mingzhu is very thoughtful, Xiong Dongyuan, what do you think?" Xiong Cilu said confidently:
"I believe that there is no need to open a new category when conferring officials. Those who should serve as lecturers; those who should serve as readers; those who should go to the Hanlin Academy should still serve as editors. Coming from a major, the relationship between teachers and students will lead to cliques. If you will
The introduction of these imperial examination masters has actually destroyed these portals - as for their use, I thought that most of them were familiar with the political affairs of the previous Ming Dynasty and could form a team to compile the history of the Ming Dynasty..."
Kangxi's eyes were bright when he heard this: If there are too many gates, there will be no gates - Xiong Cilu is different after all, and he can find a new way if he is reasonable. The work of compiling the history of the Ming Dynasty is left to the Confucian scholars. Of course they don't want it, and the people will naturally think that this is
"The benevolent government of the Holy Dynasty". This suggestion can be said to kill two birds with one stone, it is wonderful! He stood up excitedly, walked a few steps, and said: "Yes, revise the history of Ming Dynasty! It must be different from others, this is a big thing, I have to do it myself
Take care of it. It not only favors the high-ranking scholars, eliminates the opposition, but also reveals the source of the disaster of the Ming Dynasty to the world, and trains the descendants - for example, can there be a "Biography of Er Chen", otherwise, like Hong Chengchou and Qian Qian
How do you evaluate the merits and demerits of these people in their biographies?" His thoughts flowed very quickly and his words were incoherent, making it difficult for everyone to follow.
Xiong Cilu was shocked. He chewed on the three words "The Biography of Erchen" and thought more deeply. It was difficult for Kangxi to draw inferences from one example and he came up with such a mean and upright name in an instant - Confucius wrote about the Spring and Autumn Period, and rebellious ministers and traitors were afraid. In fact,
Rebellious ministers and traitors still exist from generation to generation, and they emerge in endlessly - now even the ministers with outstanding achievements in this dynasty have become among the "rebellious ministers" of the previous dynasty, so who dares to be the "second minister" of this dynasty again? I am thinking wildly, thinking
Etu said from the side: "Guangdi's Zhezi asked for Taiwan. I wonder if the master has visited it?"
"I've seen it." Kangxi calmed down, sat back and took a sip of tea, and asked Li Guangdi, "Why don't you say a word? Zheng Chenggong is dead. Is the news reliable?" This was the first time Li Guangdi discussed matters with the minister in the study.
He was very excited; it seemed that he was very likely to be involved in engine maintenance. When he entered the study, he suddenly heard Kangxi's question and said hurriedly: "This is reliable. Not only Zheng Chenggong, but also Zheng Jing is dead. Taiwan's group of lords has no master, and internal strife is gradually
So I agree with Shi Lang and ask your Majesty to issue an edict immediately and order the water warfare divisions to prepare to cross the sea and regain their homeland."
"Where is the general?" Kangxi asked, "The navy is already training. Who should be sent to the general?" Mingzhu shouted from the side: "I recommend Shi Lang!" Li Guangdi said, "The governor of Fujian Yao Qisheng should lead the troops across the sea. Shi Lang
It turns out that this is the old success department, so I may not be able to do things honestly." Suo'etu said: "The country has been using troops for a long time, and its vitality has not recovered, so it is not suitable to build an army." For a time, there were many people talking, each holding his own opinion and refusing to give in to the other. Kangxi listened.
It took him half a day to realize that before he came in, Xiong Cilu and Li Guangdi had different opinions on this matter and were already emotional. Seeing Li Guangdi's impassioned speech, Xiong Cilu glanced at himself from time to time and sneered.
: "These are all words that harm the country. Your Majesty, please do not believe them!"
Kangxi smiled slightly after hearing this and asked nonchalantly: "Xiong Cilu, I don't understand what you said. Who is hurting the country? How can you hurt the country by saying this?"
"Long live!" Xiong Cilu heard the difference in Kangxi's tone, raised the corner of his robe and knelt down, "The small county of Zuo'er in Taiwan is barbaric and uncivilized, so it cannot be regarded as a formidable enemy. Today, the smoke of the 'San Francisco' has not subsided, and there are millions of soldiers.
We are exhausted, hundreds of millions of people are waiting for Su, and there are no soldiers with a guarantee of victory. If we win, we will not be able to use force. If we lose, we will lightly provoke the enemy. Please think twice, Your Majesty!"
Seeing this, Li Guangdi also knelt down and said: "Taiwan has been the land of China since the Han Dynasty. How can we give up so easily? Our army's morale is at its peak in Xinping's "Three Feuds". It's time to destroy the nest, but not to cultivate the legacy of carbuncle!"
For a while, Suo'etu and Mingzhu also knelt down and expressed their opinions.
Kangxi listened in silence for a long time and then sighed: "Dongyuan Gong, I didn't say to send troops immediately! You should know that if one piece of Ou is missing, it is not the whole Ou; if a county is not managed, it is also the fault of the prime minister. Song Taizu also knew
'There is no room for others to sleep soundly on the side of the bed'!" After hearing what Kangxi said, Xiong Cilu was in trouble for a moment. He did not agree with the withdrawal of the "Three Feudatories", and Kangxi categorically ordered the withdrawal; the "Three Feudatories" were in chaos.
Since then, he proposed peace again, and was sternly reprimanded by Kangxi again - now facts have proven that he made mistakes again and again, is he wrong again this time? Thinking about it, he slowed down and said: "I am a minister of the Qing Dynasty.
How can we allow the Qing Dynasty to be slaughtered by others? However, it is difficult to raise an army because of the current national strength. The emperor is determined, and the ministers have no objections. All I ask is that the emperor accumulate food, prepare troops well, and choose generals carefully in order to win in one battle!" Kangxi originally thought!
I asked these busy ministers to come over to chat and take a rest. Unexpectedly, such an argument arose. I thought it was funny. I looked up at the ringing bell and said, "I am paying attention to the selection of generals. I won't talk about it today."
It's time to pass on the meal - I'm going to give you a banquet to reward you. Wouldn't it be interesting for us monarchs and ministers to talk about literature and art while having a meal?" After hearing this, several ministers thanked each other and stood up.
Meals are always available in the imperial kitchen, and they are all prepared in no time. This was the first time that Li Guangdi received this honor and sat at the end of the table. Kangxi sat at the top, asking his ministers to "use as much as they could" while picking up some light and slightly delicious food.
After taking a bite to accompany each other, he picked up Mingzhu's window textbook and read it. Mingzhu's memorials these days were all ghostwritten by Gao Shiqi, who had just joined the shogunate, and he had repeatedly won awards from imperial decrees. Seeing Kangxi checking his articles, he smiled proudly:
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter the Holy Eyes. In the past two years, I have been taught by the emperor, and I feel that my knowledge has made great progress. I can't help but feel ashamed when I think of the absurdity of the prelude..."
Kangxi didn't believe his memorials at all. They were all written by Mingzhu himself. Hearing his bragging, he laughed and said: "It's true - your window class is interesting. I wonder if there are any poems?" Mingzhu has been arty recently, and occasionally
I was writing some poetry when Kangxi scratched my itch. He turned around and took out a notebook from the pages of his boots. He presented it to Kangxi with both hands and said: "This is the slave's poetry homework. There are also a few contemporary articles with comments from friends.
Please take a look, Master." Kangxi took it, flipping through each article at random, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Old Master Xiong, this batch is very interesting, look at this article "Don't Give Up on Yourself"——" Suo'etu was sitting there
Xiong Cilu came down. Although he despised Mingzhu as a human being, he was surprised when Kangxi said this, so he also leaned behind Xiong Cilu and tilted his head to read the manuscript:
"The sage said, 'You dare not damage your body, hair, and skin, which you have received from your parents.' This is the basis of not abandoning yourself. My husband's hair, hair, and skin cannot be lightly damaged, how about my body? I received it from my parents, and received the rain and dew of divine grace."
In this world, God loves and values us, so how dare we throw our humble body down to the sky and despise ourselves?" Xiong Cilu frowned as he read, and said, "——What are these batches of things?"
Li Guangdi shook his head and said: "I've only heard that 'Jiegu and one Lao, thousands of flowers fall', what does this 'Four Lao' mean? It's so painful -" He pondered, but he couldn't solve it. The Suo'e picture was also like a fog.
In the middle, Kangxi guessed that these words were not good words, so he laughed and said: "It can't be like 'The drums are drumming all over the country, and forty thousand flowers are falling together!'" Before he finished speaking, Li Guangdi covered his mouth and snickered, so he asked, "Are you laughing?
What?"
Li Guangdi hurriedly put down his chopsticks and said: "The author Pi Liyangqiu and Jiegu Si Lao originally meant 'no way and no way'; according to medical theory, 'pain' means 'pain means no way'. Mingzhu is actually called this."
You've been tricked!" Kangxi raised his face and thought about it. It was indeed true, and he couldn't help laughing. Mingzhu blushed and joked: "The original article didn't make sense, so it's no wonder he made this comment!"
Xiong Cilu has always been solemn and kind, and does not like to be frivolous. When Li Guangdi figured it out, he frowned and turned down the page again. It was a poem about plum blossoms, so he read softly:
Half of the wall is covered with chinchillas blooming in the snow, and the branches are reflecting the light.
If you don’t believe me, Dongjun is not paying attention, and the blue flies are so fascinated that they circle around the flowers.
Because Kangxi couldn't hear clearly, he asked for the manuscript back, read it again, and said: "This poem is very flat, and the criticism is also vague - 'It seems to be at the same level, but higher than Du Shang' - it is
What do you mean? Could this poem be better than Du Gongbu? Who else with the surname Qi can be better than the Poet Sage?" Xiong Cilu commented on the poetic meaning and couldn't help but shake his head. Even if his stomach is full of money, it is difficult to understand it for a while.
After reciting it twice more, he suddenly turned red in the face, suppressed a smile and said: "These comments are frivolous and vulgar, and are not enough to insult God, so let's just leave it at that."
Kangxi tilted his neck and thought for a long time, but still couldn't understand the meaning of these eight words, so he smiled and said: "It's okay to say it to make everyone laugh!"
At that moment, Li Guangdi also came to his senses. Seeing that Xiong Cilu was muttering and refusing to speak, he said: "It's very inelegant. This 'Qi' is the homophone of 'navel' in the navel, and 'Du' is the belly of 'belly'."
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Mingzhu stared and listened, knowing that what she was criticizing was not a good thing, but she didn't know what it meant; Suo'etu just murmured, "It seems to be at the same level, higher than Du Shang..." Wu Dan said in surprise when he saw everyone frowning in thought.
: "What's so difficult about these eight characters? It's below the navel and higher than the belly - isn't that right?"
This statement immediately aroused laughter in the audience. Kangxi leaned on the back of his chair and laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. Suo'etu coughed and beat his chest with his hands. Xiong Cilu's face turned red and he gritted his teeth to endure it, trying not to lose his composure.
Even Mu Zixu, Su Lun and a group of eunuchs who were guarding the door, some squatted down, some covered their faces, and all leaned forward and backward. Only Li Dequan could hold on a little, and came over with a smile to beat Kangxi's back. Mingzhu Li didn't kneel down.
No, he had a stupid smile on his face and secretly cursed in his heart: "Gao Shiqi, that bastard, I treated him like that, but he actually made fun of me like this, wait until I get back home!"
"This poem is really not good." Xiong Cilu calmed down and commented with a smile, "If I don't talk about it, how can there be half a wall of red plums in Beijing? Besides, plum blossoms bloom against the snow. In the middle of winter, blue flies are everywhere.
Where did it come from? But this group of poets is really too much." Kangxi calmed down, took a sip of herbal tea, and said with a smile: "...so happy! You can't make things difficult for this person, I want to meet him.
See—it’s a good thing that you were born in the same Jinshi class. I don’t know whether the examiner was dazzled or distracted, and I don’t know how much money you, a slave, spent to buy your joints..."
"There is no such thing as clearing the joints." Seeing that Kangxi didn't care, Mingzhu calmed down and joked to herself, "There were few people taking the exam at that time and there were not enough candidates. The examiner was confused and the bullshit articles were messed up.
Some, I don’t want to be exposed in front of Long Live Lord today! However, if I can make my master smile, I will not waste my slave’s ‘poetry’ - this servant is called Gao Shiqi, who was originally a talented man from Qiantang, and
There is nothing better than a slave. If the master wants to see him, it is his destiny. How can the slave dare to make things difficult for him?" As he said this, he looked at Suo'etu. When he heard that Suo'etu was Gao Shiqi, he was startled at first because he saw Kangxi happy.
, he hurriedly told the story about how Gao Shiqi had insulted and cursed all the celebrities in the house that day, which made everyone laugh wildly again.
When the time came, Kangxi suppressed his smile. Mingzhu's words reminded him that in the early years of Kangxi, there were indeed very few candidates for the examination, and there were not enough places. Now everyone is squeezing through the door as if they have bamboo sticks stuck in their heads.
Wei Guang could not prevent fraud for personal gain. But the people like Erxue Hongruke had a different character. There were a total of 182 people who took the exam, some were old and some complained of illness, and there were more than 40 people who avoided it. Like Gu Yanwu and Fu Shan
They even put on the attitude of "not being humiliated" and refusing to take the exam. Although they came to Beijing with a "clang" and "proper delivery", they stayed in the ancient temple and refused to see anyone... Judging from the behavior of these old people from the Ming Dynasty, it seems that the people of the world are still popular.
He failed to achieve "sanctification"! After pondering for a long time, Kangxi Fang slowly said: "The affairs of the Northern and Southern Palaces are just for the examiners to handle with their heart. The affairs of Eruduehong Confucianism must be handled well, and I also know that it is not appropriate to force them to take the examination."
Human feelings, but the laws of nature are like this and there is nothing you can do about it. The bow has to be drawn hard. Now that you are here, you have to take the test even if you don’t want to take the test! Those who have passed the test, regardless of whether they are good or bad, will be given to the officials - the most important thing is to ask them to take the test! You listen
Is it burning?”
"Cha!" Several ministers hurriedly kowtowed and replied.
"Mingzhu," Kangxi said with a smile, "you are in charge of the four departments of the Ministry of Personnel. They all have their own numbers, do you know?"
"The slave knows." Mingzhu replied without hesitation, "The Wenxuan Department is in charge of promotions, promotions, promotions, and promotions, and is called the 'Xi Si'; the Kao Gong Department is in charge of demotions, punishments, and dismissals, and is called the 'Wu Si'; and the Ji Xun Department is in charge of Ding You's death due to illness.
The Ai Si'; the seal verification department is in charge of gifting seals and seals, and is called the Le Si. Together they form the four divisions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy!"
Kangxi nodded and said: "You are quite familiar with the affairs of the ministry - I think these four words can also be used in this time. I take the king of ten thousand chariots as the main test. This is an unprecedented honor, which is called '
"Happy"; some refuse to submit and are tied up to see them, which is called "angry"; if they are unhappy, you might as well call them "sorrow" for a while; after trying it, I will praise them again, and they will be "happy".
Are you there? You go down and take care of things - kneel down and pay homage!" After saying that, I couldn't help laughing. (To be continued)