After everyone in Hanyi Club left, Wang Run went to another room.
In addition to Wang Yang, there are also other officials in the yamen here, all of whom are Wang Yang's confidants.
Wang Run told everyone exactly what Du Ning told him.
After listening to the report, the officials burst out laughing.
"This Du Ning is really arrogant. If he can't give an explanation to the people in three days, he will make us pay the price. It's really ridiculous!"
"Who is Du Ning? He just wrote a "Thousand-Character Essay" and was made a viscount by the emperor. Does he really think he is a role?"
"In the Wen Palace, he is just a county trial leader. In the court, he is just a viscount with no real power. In the military, he does not even have military power. What qualifications does he have to threaten us?"
The officials found it even more funny. They had been in the officialdom for so many years and had never heard such a ridiculous joke.
Wang Yang was also smiling from ear to ear, and said slowly: "I am very curious about what Du Ning, a seventh-grade viscount, can do to make us pay the price."
"Dad, Du Ning is well-known in the literary world. Do you think he will incite the people to come to the Yamen to cause trouble?" Wang Run said seriously.
"If he dares to gather the people to cause rebellion, I will dare to kill him on the spot with Wen Gong's sword as a warning to others!"
A murderous intention flashed in Wang Yang's eyes, and then disappeared quickly. He really wished that Du Ning would take the lead in causing trouble, and then it would be justifiable for the government to take action to suppress it.
"What Dad said makes sense. I think Du Ning's biggest reliance is his seventh-grade Viscount and his false reputation in the literary world. I don't believe what kind of trouble he can cause."
Wang Run felt relieved, and when he thought of what Du Ning said to him, he felt extremely funny.
Wang Yang said to everyone: "Everyone, after our efforts during this period, this storm has been well controlled. I believe it won't take long before this matter can be put to rest."
"Of course, we must also do a good job of appeasing the people. Their crops were washed away by the river water, and the river government must pay partial compensation anyway. Don't be stingy with places like this that deserve money."
"For those homeless people in the county, we have to give special preferential treatment, temporarily resettle them, and pay to help them rebuild their houses to eliminate their resentment against the government. A month later, the Hedao Government rebuilt the river embankment
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"As long as there are no accidents, we can sit back and relax."
After listening to Wang Yang's analysis, all the officials showed joy.
"Master Wang is so wise! If you follow Master Wang, you can make a fortune without getting promoted."
"We listen to Mr. Wang. At most, we will only lose a little money, and we will get some from the court next year. We will ensure that we do not lose money."
"That's right! As long as the Eight Wise Kings ascend to the throne of prince, will we still worry about whether we will be rich or not?"
In the room, bursts of laughter came from the officials.
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Kyoto, the Kingdom of Clouds.
Imperial City.
Zhongshu Pavilion governs six ministries and is the most important institution of the imperial court. Many of the emperor's decrees and imperial decrees are transmitted to the whole country through Zhongshu Pavilion.
At this time, in Zhongshu Pavilion, the courtiers were electing the prince.
There are five candidates participating in the election of the crown prince, all of whom are serving in the imperial court.
They are Prince Ji, the eldest prince of the Ministry of Industry, King Chong, the second prince of the Ministry of Personnel, King Yan, the fourth prince of the Ministry of Households, King Xian, the eighth prince of the Ministry of Justice, and King Xia, the ninth prince of the Ministry of War.
The memorials submitted by civil and military officials were piled on the desk. At a glance, the memorials recommending the Eight Wise Kings were the most numerous, occupying more than 500 copies.
Followed by more than 300 copies for King Yan, more than 200 copies for King Chong, more than 100 copies for King Ji, and dozens of copies for King Xia.
The total number of memorials participating in the election was more than 1,200, of which 800 were from officials from all over the country, and more than 400 were from highly prestigious scholars in the literary world.
Seeing so many memorials recommending the Eight Wise Kings, the officials of the Wise Kings Party were all flushed and very proud. Their eyes looked at other officials with contempt, and they even used their nostrils to look down on them.
Officials of the Wise King Party believe that there are so many memorials to nominate the Eight Wise Kings as the crown prince, so it must be a sure thing.
However, there were only dozens of memorials for recommending the King of Heroes, but they became the laughing stock of secret exchanges between officials.
With this little support, do you still have the nerve to participate in the election?
It’s simply the bottom of the pile!
"The Eighth Prince is indeed a wise king. Most of the memorials from all over the country support him, haha..."
"Look at King Xia's memorial. It only has this little bit. He is destined to miss the throne of the prince."
"Officials from the Yan King Party can't compete with our Xian King Party after all..."
The officials of the Xian Wang Party were smiling from ear to ear, as if they were in high spirits on happy occasions.
"Hmph! Don't be too proud. This is just the primary election for the crown prince. Only the prince who has passed the second election can serve as the crown prince."
"That's right! Just a primary election cannot explain anything at all."
The officials of the Yan King Party retorted one after another, looking at the expressions of these complacent Xian King Party officials, they were all very unhappy.
"Even in the primary election, we can't compare with our Xianwang Party. What can you, the Yanwang Party, do to compete with us? Only by taking the lead one step ahead can we take the lead step by step."
"Election does not explain everything. The prince is the crown prince of a country and must not be careless. How can it be determined based on the number of people elected?"
"It's ridiculous! The more people who support it, it means that it is what the people want. You Yanwang Party officials are jealous!"
Soon, the two waves of officials began to quarrel.
Other party officials watched the show.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
Suddenly, the eunuch's announcement sounded outside the door.
The expressions of the officials changed, and they hurriedly stopped talking and stood in neat rows.
Then, Emperor Jingwen, who was in his fifties and wearing a dragon robe, was supported by another boy about ten years old wearing a bright yellow robe, and entered the Zhongshu Pavilion with heavy steps. On the left and right were five participants.
The elected prince.
"Father, please slow down."
That little boy was the fourteenth son of Emperor Jingwen, known as the "Little Prince", and was the most favored younger brother among the kings.
The royal kings were either guarding the border, or were busy with official duties in Beijing, or they were promoting Confucianism and Taoism in the Guoxue Palace.
There are also some princes who do not want to be involved in the royal struggle for the heir, so they voluntarily gave up the throne and became commoners, living in seclusion away from the court and the world.
Therefore, the only person who can stay with Emperor Jingwen and take good care of him and serve as Emperor Jingwen's "crutch" is the young prince.
At such a young age, the young prince fulfilled his filial piety in front of Emperor Jingwen, but this was something that other kings could not envy.
The court needs to function. It cannot be without a king for a day, nor can it be without ministers for a day.
The ministers bowed to Emperor Jingwen: "See you, Your Majesty."
"Ahem...no courtesy, sir."
Emperor Jingwen looked pale and sick, and walked very slowly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The ministers retreated and stood on both sides.
The Eight Wise Kings looked at the memorials from the civil and military officials recommending him to be the crown prince. His eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he was even more ecstatic in his heart, but he remained very calm on the surface.
The Left Chancellor of Zhongshu Pavilion said: "Your Majesty, according to the first election of Zhongshu Pavilion, the Eight Sage Kings are temporarily in the lead with more than 500 recommendation memorials."
Emperor Jingwen looked at the many memorials on the desk and nodded slightly.
"That's right! Lao Ba is indeed a wise king. He can get so many recommendations and memorials. It shows that Lao Ba has won the hearts of hundreds of officials!" Emperor Jingwen said with a smile.
"Father, thank you."
The Eight Wise Kings bowed and said: "Thank you for your admiration, I am truly frightened."
With his humble words, the Eight Wise Kings actually felt so happy that they felt that among all the kings, he was the only one who was closest to the position of crown prince.
The officials of the Xian Wang Party were extremely excited, while the faces of other officials were extremely ugly.
"Well, after all, I am also a chivalrous and courageous prince, but I only have such a few recommendations, eh..."
The King of Xia suddenly intervened and said to Emperor Jingwen helplessly: "Father, I have told you a long time ago that you should not let me participate in the election of the prince. In front of so many adults, support me.
It’s really shameful that a person like this only has this much!”
Emperor Jingwen said: "I knew that there were few officials who recommended you to be the prince, but I didn't expect that there were even fewer officials than I imagined. It seems that I really think highly of you."
King Yan: "…………"
The other four kings also cast contemptuous glances at King Yan.
The officials of the Xian Wang Party secretly laughed at him. The Xia Wang hated evil and had an overly upright character. He had often scolded officials in the court and offended many people.
It is precisely because of this that many people are not willing to elect King Xia as the crown prince.
"It doesn't matter. To me, it doesn't matter whoever becomes the prince. I am in charge of the Ministry of War. Only the battlefield is my domain. If there is a war on the border in the future, I will let you know my reputation as the King of Heroes." The King of Heroes said proudly. The expressions of many officials suddenly changed. King Xia was a military scholar and had the military power of 200,000 troops.
A strange look flashed in the eyes of the Eight Sage King, and he was already considering in his heart that if he was really selected to become the prince, the military power in the hands of the King of Xia would pose a certain threat to him, and he had to guard against it.
"Let me see these memorials first!"
Emperor Jingwen looked through the memorials recommending the Eight Wise Kings, and all of them praised the Eight Wise Kings for their courtesy, kindness, and generosity. They were also well-known in the literary world and were deeply loved by officials and scholars from all over the world.
"Haha..."
Emperor Jingwen smiled, not sure whether he was mocking or praising.
The Eight Wise King's expression changed slightly, and he didn't care about it. Anyway, he had the most memorials among the candidates, so he was the only one qualified to be the crown prince.
Emperor Jingwen looked through other people's memorials again.
After a while, Emperor Jingwen shook his head helplessly and sighed softly.
The Eight Wise Kings were ecstatic, thinking that Emperor Jingwen was very disappointed with the others, so if nothing unexpected happened, his position as the crown prince would be guaranteed.
"My dear friends, you have worked hard recently. The results of the primary election have been decided. I will choose a date to conduct the secondary election of the crown prince."
After Emperor Jingwen finished speaking, he slowly left Zhongshu Pavilion.