The court meeting continued, and the atmosphere was a little weird. The ministers read the instructions step by step, and then the officials said 'accept' or 'not allowed', or 'turn it over to a certain Yamen for further discussion.' One by one, the ministers left and returned, and time passed quickly.
It was about to disperse.
But towards the end, the air becomes more tense. Everyone knows that the main drama has not yet started, or will not happen?
Those Taiwanese admonishers who had decided to collectively show their cards to the emperor today kept looking at each other, wondering whether they should do it or not?
The key to this kind of thing is momentum. If you overwhelm the emperor with momentum, you can nod with him. But as soon as he came up today, Zhao Yunrang made people discouraged. It is easy to be discouraged but difficult to inflate. Seeing that the perfect opportunity has been missed,
Others could bear it, but Fan Zhen couldn't. This guy had become obsessed with Wu Zixu for the sake of establishing a heir apparent.
Seeing that the person who had been arranged in advance was still unwilling to take action, Fan Zhen took a step forward and said: "I am going to report to the officials. I think that although these state affairs are important, there is another more important thing, and that is about the state."
This is a question! I risked my life to remonstrate, and I ask the officials to make a decision today!"
Zhao Zhen was already confident, so he didn't care about him this time. He just pondered for a moment and said: "Do you mean to choose a son of the clan as your successor? This is the word of a loyal minister. How can I kill you for this? In this case,
Not everyone dares to say that."
"The official sage!" Fan Zhen flattered him and said in order to increase the confidence of the guys behind him: "I thought I would die if I spoke out!"
"Have we, the Song Dynasty, ever killed anyone who neglected to speak up?" Zhao Zhen looked at him strangely and said, "Besides, what's the point? Have such things been rare in all dynasties?"
"The Song Dynasty must have an heir. This is related to the survival of the country. Last time, the officials agreed and said it would be done immediately. Why is there no news now?" Fan Zhen let go of his voice and said passionately: "There must be some villain.
You said: 'The official family is in its prime, why are you so anxious to appoint a successor?' These villains sound like they are thinking about the official family. But in fact, they just want to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the situation when emergencies arise, and wait for opportunities to stand up against each other.
Isn't it rare in ancient times for someone who benefits you to become the emperor?"
As he spoke, he took a step closer and said loudly: "Please let the officials make a decision today!"
At the same time, Chen Zhu, the imperial censor, and Lv Hui, the admonishing officer, also risked their lives to remonstrate, and their words were similar to those of Fan Zhen.
Obviously, Cheng Xiuyi was kicked out of the palace at this juncture, which aroused uneasy speculation among the ministers. This is why they must make a prompt decision.
Zhao Zhen is an official with strict rules, so naturally he cannot break his promise. He was silent for a moment. Finally, he nodded and said: "I don't mean what I say, but I also intend to select and train successors from the clan's children. Why did it take so long? It's because
I didn't find the right person."
The ministers said in their hearts: 'Maybe no suitable candidate has been born.'
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The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became strange, and everyone felt like they were witnessing history. Zhao Yunrang nervously grabbed his son's hand. His heart almost jumped into his throat.
"The establishment of a crown prince is a major matter for the country. The emperor of the Five Dynasties still needs to consult his ministers for their opinions. Naturally, I can't make the final decision on my own." After a moment of silence, Zhao Zhen continued: "Now that all the ministers have arrived, you may wish to give your opinions. Let's see.
Who among the close relatives is qualified?"
The air in the hall was stagnant. Many people's heartbeats accelerated, many people's heartbeats stagnated, some people's minds were frozen, and some people's minds were spinning. I don't know how many times I have risked my life to persuade, how many painstaking plans, how many years of waiting.
I thought the road ahead was endless, but who knew I would reach the other shore in a blink of an eye - as long as I said that name, everything seemed to be at my fingertips!
But for half a quarter of an hour, you could hear a pin drop in the hall, and only the sound of rough and rapid breathing could be heard.
Although everyone knows that if you say that name, it will be an initiative. But the officialdom is a place where hierarchy is established. I am afraid that before the person ascends to the throne, he will be tortured to death by his envious and jealous superiors.
There are only two kinds of people who can talk to each other now, one is all your husbands, and the other is Fan Zhen, this idiot. Anyway, he has offended all the brothers, so why should he be afraid of settling the score later?
But Fan Zhen did not say anything. He was a gentleman of the ancient ways, and he did all this out of a sense of mission, not to seek credit. In his mind, being an opportunist like Chen Zhizhong was extremely shameful.
After waiting for a while, Zhao Zhen's eyes fell on Fu Bi: "I haven't said anything yet, Aiqing should take the lead."
"This is a family matter for the emperor. A minister should only act according to orders and should not speak nonsense." Mr. Fu shook his head and said.
Zhao Zhen was extremely satisfied with his words and said in his heart: 'This is what a true prime minister should be like!' He then turned his attention to Privy Councilor Jia Chang and said, "What about Jia Aiqing?"
Jia Changchao has been having a hard time recently. In an assassination case, a military crossbow appeared. This is a very important case. Although the marks on the arrow clusters have been worn away, according to the characteristics and materials of the craftsmen of the Gongnu Academy, they determined that they were
It is produced by Damingfu Duzuo Institute.
Daming Prefecture is an important town that provides armaments for the entire northern army. It produces 100,000 crossbows and tens of millions of arrows every year. It is inevitable that a considerable part of them will be lost. This matter can be big or small, but it was caught by someone who was interested and advocated sending an imperial envoy to Daming.
The government conducted an investigation into the entire military supply system.
Jia Changchao absolutely cannot agree to it. The Chanyuan Alliance has only been in existence for a few decades, and the once elite northern army has become rotten. Now it is just a layer of clothing. Once it is untied, the problems exposed will not be worse than those in Lingnan.
It's much less over there. By then, a large number of civil and military officials will inevitably be dismissed. Although he is now the Privy Councilor, he has just left his post in Beijing where he has been for ten years. If he is held accountable, he will definitely not be able to escape.
He was already exhausted in order to suppress the troubles in front of him. It would be better to do less than to do more. How could he have the mood to do more? Then he shook his head and said with a smile: "Ms. Fu is very right, such a thing is what a minister should do."
How dare you say that? Whoever the officials say is who."
"Where is Mr. Han?" After asking the East and West Houses, it was naturally the turn of the Third Secretary.
"The officials are making things difficult for their ministers." Han Qi's voice was very hoarse, but also very majestic: "Even if the imperial court chooses an official, it still needs time to examine and comprehensively consider his virtue and ability before making a decision.
The matter is the foundation of the country, so we must be more cautious, how can we just say it casually?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yunrang looked at Xianggong Han in surprise and felt that his heart was about to break.
"Haha, now I just need you to talk freely and give me your opinion." The official was very satisfied that the three princes were so knowledgeable and interested, and said with an even brighter smile: "It's up to me to choose or not."
"That said, I dare to mention it. As far as I know, among the close relatives in the clan, there are indeed a few outstanding ones. For example, Zhao Zongfu and Zhao Zongshi, the sons of the Runan County King; Zhao Zongji, the son of the Beihai County King; Zhao Zonge, the son of the So Xin'an King;
Great-grandson of Taizu, Anguo Gong Zhao Conggu..." Han Qi reported a list of names, but none of the royal relatives in the capital were mentioned, which meant that none of them were mentioned.
"Which one do you think is best?" Zhao Zhen asked pretending to be casual.
Zhao Yun reunited his broken heart. The ministers of the court also looked at Han Qi with bated breath, waiting for him to say that name.
"Both are good." Unexpectedly, Mr. Han was determined not to be the first person. He smiled and said: "They are all descendants of Taizong Taizu. Of course it is good. But I have to ask which one is best. Without investigation, Weichen
Don't dare to speak nonsense." But if you are blindly cunning, you will not be the tough and tough Han Xianggong. Then, he put forward his own suggestion: "Wei Chen suggested setting up a school in the palace to only recruit internal royal children. In this way,
Not only can we teach them academically, but the officials can also closely observe the abilities and moral qualities of these people to see which one is more suitable."
"Hahaha..." Zhao Zhen smiled: "This is a unique idea, you can consider it."
"Weak ministers object!" A voice interrupted the conversation between the official and Han Qi. It was Fan Zhen. He said loudly: "This method is unheard of! It seems reasonable and reasonable, but in fact it will lead to intrigues among the eldest sons. This will
This method is too cruel, I'm afraid it will be difficult to choose a benevolent master!"
"Do you have a better way?" Zhao Zhen frowned slightly.
"There is nothing to argue about among the humble ministers, because there is one person in the clan who has both political integrity and talent, and is outstanding. The officials can just appoint him!" Fan Zhen said loudly. He was completely determined to expose this.
Layers of window paper.
"Who is so good?" Zhao Zhen looked at him steadily and said with a half-smile, "Why don't you tell me?"
"He is..." Fan Zhen gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.
"Shut up!" A shout was heard, and Tie Xianggong Han Qi turned around with murderous intent: "I'm talking to an official, and you, a little official, dare to interrupt!"
Fan Zhen was known for his strengths and loudly said: "The ministers don't speak, but the small officials should speak for themselves!"
Han Qi glanced around and said like a mighty lion king: "Where is the censor on duty? Why don't we drive this person out!"
"The officials didn't say no, why are you anxious?" Fan Zhen sneered.
"Fan Zhijian," Bao Zheng's voice said, "Listen to Mr. Han."
Fan Zhenxun looked around and saw Bao Zheng winking at him, while Tang Jie on his side also shook his head slightly. Although he was full of resentment, he trusted the judgment of these two brothers and had to stop abruptly. Perhaps his emotions were too agitated, and he
I felt a sweetness in my throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The people on the side quickly stepped forward to help him, but he pushed him away. Without even looking at the superior officials and the princes, Fan Zhen walked away...
Zhao Zhen's face first showed a trace of regret, and when he saw Fan Zhen vomiting blood, he showed some guilt. After a long time, he said: "Who else would you like to recommend?"
The whole hall was silent.
"Then let me consider this matter for a few days and then discuss it." Zhao Zhen waved his hands a little tiredly, and Hu Yandui shouted: 'Retreat from the court...'