In the Imperial Palace, all the officers waited until their hearts were anxious before they heard a call: "Your Majesty has arrived!"
Officers No. 200 and 300 hurriedly saluted respectfully and called "Shengshou".
"Get straight!" Zhao Zhen agreed with a smile, then sat down on the Xumi chair, glanced at everyone and said: "You are all heroes, some of your ancestors are founding fathers, at least your fathers have fought in Chanyuan.
Those who fought in the war have all contributed to the country. Therefore, you and I can be called world friends. This relationship must be closer and closer than ordinary people."
All the generals did not dare to do so, but their faces looked proud.
"I also trust you very much and ask you to lead the troops for me so that I can sleep peacefully, right?"
Zhao Zhen's smile was heart-warming, and the generals were trembling slightly with excitement, and they all said loudly: "Your Majesty, don't worry. As long as we are here, the country of the Song Dynasty will be stable. Your Majesty only cares about ten thousand."
"Really?" Zhao Zhen smiled faintly.
"Really!" said one of the generals.
"Let me rest assured," Zhao Zhen nodded and said, "First of all, it is the word 'sincerity'. Please pat your chests and tell me, are you really honest to me?"
Now, even a fool could tell that there was something in the official's words. Thinking of all the strange phenomena today, the generals started to groan.
"I believe you are sincere to me." Zhao Zhen said with a smile: "But what about the imperial envoys who are 'like me coming in person'? Are you also honest? Have you not bullied their young people or deceived them?"
"This..." The generals were even more speechless.
"Hahaha..." Zhao Zhen said with a unchanged smile: "It's my fault that I sent two boys on errands. I guess they were a little offensive with their words and annoyed everyone, so you made a joke with them, right?
"
"This..." Many people's faces were sweating. Although Zhao Zhen kept speaking softly, the pressure on them was increasing, making it difficult for them to breathe. It was obvious that the officials knew everything.
"This is the first time for both boys to run an errand. If there is any offense, I will apologize to you on their behalf." Zhao Zhen actually stood up and cupped his hands.
None of the generals dared to entrust the leader, so they quickly gave way. They kept saying, "We are scared."
"There is nothing to be afraid of. You are the seniors. Don't be the same as the juniors." Zhao Zhen smiled and said: "I have called them back to reflect. Let's see if we should stop joking." The generals still looked confused.
, or in other words, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand, he couldn't help but smile gradually coldly and said: "Let's put down the blinders..."
This sound caused the temperature in the hall to drop sharply. The generals felt as if they were coming from Sanfu to Sanjiu. Not only did they stop sweating immediately, they also began to tremble.
"There is a saying. You don't need a heavy mallet to play a drum." Zhao Zhen's tone was still calm. But when the generals heard it, they had a chilling feeling: "This Bianjing city is not big. It has a radius of dozens of miles. If you hit the gong in the east,
What can you hide from others when singing opera in the west? What’s more, it’s a big opera with thousands of people at every turn. I’m afraid only the blind and the deaf won’t notice it?” He paused and said quietly: “Do you seem to be deaf and dumb?”
The generals shook their heads together.
"In this case, do you plan to let me re-investigate, or do you want to take the initiative?" Zhao Zhen smiled and said: "If you want me to continue the investigation, I will send an order to gather all the forbidden troops together, and bring together the three provinces, six departments and twenty
All the officials from the Fourth Division are sent out to investigate one army after another. If the investigation cannot be completed in one day, we will investigate for three days. When the investigation is completed, you can go home." After a pause, he said: "But this is too troublesome, I have always been
I don’t like fussing, so I still hope you will tell me. If you don’t know it yourself, just call your subordinates and they will definitely know everything..."
"Everyone wants to save face." Seeing someone about to speak, Zhao Zhen waved his hands and said, "It's shameless to say such things in public. So you don't need to say anything. I'll ask someone to give you pen and paper, and then give you an envelope. I want to
Just write whatever you want..." At this time, a small yellow doorman held up a stick of incense, and Zhao Zhen said: "Isn't one stick of incense enough?"
"That's enough..." the generals whispered.
"I still say the same thing." Zhao Zhen said in a deep voice: "Let bygones be bygones, even if there is only one living person in your camp, let it go. But you dare to hide it? You will be punished for several crimes, no one can blame me, right?"
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Think about it carefully." Xiao Huangmen began to distribute pens and papers, and Zhao Zhen stood up and left.
"Your Majesty..." The generals had been beaten to a pulp by the officials' bone-transforming palms.
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"What a combination of hard and soft tactics, Your Majesty has used good means..." Fu Bi greeted Zhao Zhen with a look of admiration and said: "Facts have proved that as long as Your Majesty cheers up, no one in the Song Dynasty can mess around."
"You don't need to put a high hat on me." Zhao Zhen took the tea cup offered by Hu Yandui, took a sip and handed it back: "There is a saying that 'one person rules a family, and a hundred people rule a county'. In this huge Song Dynasty, tens of thousands
There are too few people to govern, and a few people are just three-headed and six-armed. How many people can we handle? It is best if the king and his ministers are of one heart and one mind."
Fu Bi's eyes were a little moist.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Zhen looked at him and asked.
"The old minister seems to have seen how high-spirited the official family was when they were young." Fu Bi choked up and said, "I have been waiting for so many years, and finally I have been looking forward to it again."
"When you were young..." Zhao Zhen's eyes were a little blurred and he said: "I don't want to cheer up. Unfortunately, either the minister and I are trying to make people feel discouraged;
It’s too late.”
Fu Bi knew that the people Zhao Zhen said were chilling were Lu Yijian and Xia Song. The people who were discouraging were Fan Zhongyan... These famous ministers in those days showed their talents with the passage of time. Zhao Zhen has always been
I thought that I was being delayed by others because I met them unkindly.
"Jiang Ziya paid homage to the prime minister at eighty, and Wang Jian swept away the throne at seventy. The official family is much younger than them. As long as you cheer up, it's not too late." Fu Bi encouraged Zhao Zhen: "The Song Dynasty is now prosperous, and there are many disadvantages. It's time to wait.
The officials are here to reinvent the old and make a new one, sweeping away the decline!"
"Well," Zhao Zhen was also encouraged and said: "Yes, I have to cheer up, not for anything else, even for the unborn prince, haha..." After enduring these days, he still couldn't
He held back and told Fu Bi.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty..." Fu Bi bowed deeply.
The monarch and his ministers talked for a while, and Zhao Zhen asked Hu Yandui on the side: "Is it time yet?"
"We've arrived." Hu Yandui said softly.
"Has everything been written?"
"Old slave, go take a look." Manager Hu walked out. After a while, he came back with a stack of envelopes: "They're all collected."
"Ai Qing, look at it." Zhao Zhen motioned to Fu Bi and said, "How much has he vomited out this time."
"Yes." Fu Bi stood up and took the tray, opened a pile of envelopes, took out the letter papers inside, flattened them one by one and placed them on the big case. After placing all the papers, he whispered:
"The Tianwu Left Wing First Army is rated at 2,497 men, but actually has... 1,630 men."
"The Tianwu Left Wing Second Army is rated at 2,477 men, but actually has 1,510 men."
"The Third Army of Tianwu Left Wing is rated at 2,480 men, but actually has 1,490 men."
"The first army on the right side of Tianwu is rated..."
He was reading here, while the two little Huang Men were doing calculations quickly over there, tallying up the total amount and real numbers.
The statistics haven't come out yet. Just listening to the individual figures of each army, Zhao Zhen was already a little faint. He held his two long and thin arms on the edge of the imperial case, closed his eyes tightly, and his face was as cold as iron.
Seeing the beads of sweat rolling down the official's face, Manager Hu quickly soaked the towel in ice water, took it out, twisted it gently, and gently dried the sweat on his face.
But Zhao Zhen seemed as if nothing existed, only the sounds of counting and abacus in his ears.
The sound of the abacus was so clear that it passed through the layers of gauze and reached the ears of the generals in the front hall. It was like a demonic sound urging people to die, making them stay silent.
Suddenly, the sound of abacus stopped, and there was silence in the gauze curtain, and the heartbeats of the generals were suffocated.
"Your Majesty, according to statistics, the total number of forbidden troops in Beijing is 238,100, and the total number reported by each general is 187,000 and 300." Fu Bi reported softly.
Zhao Zhen was silent for a long time before slowly asking: "What's the difference?"
"The difference is fifty thousand eight hundred."
With a 'pop' sound, the jade pen holder in Zhao Zhen's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Fifty thousand people, how much does it cost the court every year?" he asked quietly.
"A forbidden soldier is given two stones of food per month, fifty guan of salary per year, a single cotton coat each, three catties of salt, five hundred catties of charcoal, and various miscellaneous gifts... not counting armor and horses, only money and food
With the gift of clothing, about 150 guan can be used to support a forbidden soldier a year." Fu Bi said softly: "That's 50,000 people, 7.5 million guan..."
"Seven hundred, five hundred thousand, go!" Veins popped up in Zhao Zhen's hands, and he hit the table hard, causing blood to flow out immediately.
You really don’t know if you don’t check. Once you check, you will be shocked. These people are so crazy about devouring soldiers’ blood!
Hu Yandui hurriedly stepped forward to check the official's injuries, but was pushed away by Zhao Zhen. Holding the edge of the table, Zhao Zhen looked pale and said with blazing eyes: "This is the Imperial Army under the eyes of few people, and there are still sixty
Even if they are not in the capital, there are still 700,000 Xiang troops. How many people have they devoured? This Song Dynasty... Whose family is the world?!" No matter how elegant the emperor was, he could not accept this cruel reality.
But according to Fu Bi's information, the shortage of the Imperial Guard in Beijing was actually much larger, and should be around 30%... So they were lucky enough not to eliminate those military dependents and idle men who were making up the numbers.
The shortage level of the Forbidden Army in Beijing is even better than that of the Forbidden Army on Hebei Road. It is said that the shortage there is as high as 40%, or even half!
This is why he will disarm no matter what the cost. If he does not disarm, the country will really perish!