That night, when they entered the palace, they killed sixteen eunuchs with their swords, and five eunuchs, three officers, and eight soldiers in the imperial city... In fact, it would be better to send them to the border first, and then kill them unconsciously.
However, both Di Qing and Li Jihe believed that the hearts of people inside and outside the palace had already grown grassy, and killing someone without their presence would not have the effect of deterring Xiaoxiao.
After learning the news, Zhao Zhen was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. Fang said: "I just want to expel them from the palace..."
"As a rule, you have to be beaten before being expelled from the palace." Li Jihe said expressionlessly: "The slaves are executed with the same strength as in the army, but I don't want them to be too delicate."
"Alas..." Zhao Zhen sighed and said, "This time you were reckless and did not hold me accountable. You must not kill anyone again."
"My servant knows what's appropriate." Li Jihe nodded.
"Old Hu, if you die in the line of duty, you will be generous to their families." Zhao Zhen sighed and said repeatedly: "Also, all the women in the Ten Pavilions Palace should be given money and let them go. They are all little girls in the 17th and 18th years. I don't care.
They should be deprived of their lives."
"What about Shige?" Hu Yandui felt that the instructions were a bit vague and had to ask bravely.
After a long pause, Zhao Zhen then said again: "For the sake of past friendship, I will not kill them, but let them become nuns, or become female Taoist priests, and live in Baiyunguan, Nanjing..."
"Here." Hu Yandui responded softly.
Regardless of good or bad, this matter was finally brought to an end. Zhao Zhen couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and said: "Let's go to court." This day is a regular day for court.
"It's important for a high official to have a holy body. Let's wait and see how many days it lasts." Manager Hu said softly: "Ms. Fu also said that if a high official is unwell, he should not go to court today."
"No," Zhao Zhen shook his head and said, "The palace gate will not be opened for five days, and people will be panicking outside. If I don't show up, it will definitely arouse greater suspicion."
Hu Yandui had no choice but to change into court clothes and put on the court crown for the emperor. Zhao Zhen looked at his own appearance in the mirror and was really shocked... He seemed to be ten years older than a few days ago, and he couldn't help but feel gloomy.
Seeing that the emperor was a little sluggish, General Manager Hu ordered the sedan chair to be carried directly into the inner room, carefully helped Zhao Zhen sit in, and then got up the sedan chair and left the Funing Hall.
Arriving in the courtyard, Hu Yandui asked the sedan to stop for a moment. He opened the curtain of the sedan and said, "Officials, please take a look."
Zhao Zhen went as he expected. He saw a small yellow gate with a paper kite flying high.
Hu Yandui presented a pair of golden scissors and said respectfully: "The official has cut the thread. Let go of the bad luck..." According to folklore, flying a kite is to let go of bad luck. Cutting the thread means letting go of the bad luck.
Mr. Hu is trying another way to comfort the officials.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhen looked at the paper kite in trance for a long time, then shook his head and said: "Let it bring harm to only one person, and don't harm others anymore."
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Among the ministers, as Zhao Zhen said, there were already divergent opinions. Among the officials, there was no shortage of well-informed people. They knew everything about what happened in the past few days. Even a few hours ago, eunuchs and guards were killed with sticks.
They all know it clearly.
So in the waiting room in the morning, there were all kinds of things to say... some were secretly stunned, some were gloating about the misfortune, some were sighing that the sky has no eyes, and some were applauding in their hearts. There were even people who speculated that the officials might be against it.
If you keep attacking, you will never get sick again. The ugliness of human nature and the dirty intentions are clearly evident. There is no gentlemanly demeanor!
"Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and they flee when disaster strikes." Seeing this infuriating scene, Zhao Conggu said solemnly: "Of course, monarchs and ministers are no exception. Look at the official family, the benevolent and righteous emperor who has blessed the world for forty years. 1
Even if you are in a state of desolation, you will still be abandoned like a pair of worn-out shoes..."
"Be careful what you say." Zhao Zongji said with a solemn expression: "How has the official family ever been in such a state of decline?"
"There is no hope for heirs, and the Holy Body is old and sick. Who will put their thoughts on the official family anymore?" Zhao Conggu said quietly: "They are all going to flatter the thirteen families!"
Zhao Zongji was silent. The day before yesterday, the news of Zhao Zongfu's death came. Yesterday, the people who went to the Runan Palace to express their condolences could be discharged from the Xuande Gate to the Nanxun Gate. Each one was like a mourner, and each one brought more white gifts than the last. How could that be?
To express my condolences is obviously to flatter him!
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt discouraged and it was really boring to argue...
When it was time to go to court, Zhao Zongji followed the procession in a daze, entered the palace gate, and stood in front of the Danbi in the Zichen Hall. He saw that the ceremonial guards and Shao music had been set up, and the dragon chair was also placed on the imperial steps... This shows that
,The officials will go to court today.
This immediately calmed down the impetuous minds of the ministers.
After three whips were fired, Zhao Zhen, who was dressed in bright red imperial robes, slowly came out of the Zichen Hall with Hu Yandui in his hand, and sat down on the dragon chair. He had already put on makeup in the back hall. Looking from a distance, the sky was still beautiful.
As before.
Under the guidance of the officials of Honglu Temple, all the officials bowed to meet the emperor. Zhao Zhen cheered up, waved his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone is safe! I am fine. There has been a theft in the palace in the past few days. A few worthless things were taken advantage of.
I spent the summer in Yujin Garden and stole things from the palace to sell, so I investigated behind closed doors for a few days, and now the truth has come to light. It’s just a trivial matter, so please don’t worry about it.”
"In the past few days, everyone has read the important reports. All the errands have been done very well, especially the investigation of the vacancies in the Imperial Guard. It has been done very effectively. I am very pleased! But we cannot relax. How much of the vacancies found will be filled, and the cuts will be made.
How much, how to effectively supervise in the future will require everyone to work together to do this major matter related to the country well..."
I heard the emperor speak clearly and clearly, with long-term goals. He was not at all like the "beaten and discouraged" person in the legend. Those ministers who were busy speculating secretly regretted it. Although my father died and my mother remarried, my father was still fine. What should I change in a hurry?
marry?
But the princes standing in the front row knew Zhao Zhen too well. For an emperor who was accustomed to silence to suddenly talk so eloquently could only mean that he was acting in order to stabilize people's hearts.
After Zhao Zhen finished speaking, Hu Yandui sang: "If there is something to do, I will come, but if there is nothing, I will retreat."
Zhao Yunbi, the king of Beihai County and Zhizongzong Temple, stepped forward and said: "I have this memorial."
"Come on."
"A few days ago, Zongzheng Temple received a report from the Daming Prefecture. Zhao Zongfu, the fourth son of the prince of Runan County and the observation envoy to Chizhou, passed away in Beijing due to overwork. The remains are being transported back to Beijing. I would like to ask for instructions on funeral arrangements, compensation, and posthumous titles."
"Oh..." Zhao Zhen has been distracted these days. No one told him the news. He was a little surprised when he heard this and said: "Prince Zongfu's nephew is only thirty years old."
"Yes, I just turned thirty."
"How could he die from exhaustion?" Zhao Zhen asked strangely.
"Da Ming Mansion reported that it was because of the hot weather, running around, heat stroke and dehydration that he still insisted on running errands. He was exhausted and fell into a coma. He died when he was sent back to Daming Mansion." Zhao Yunbi reported back: "This is what Daming Mansion reported. He
My younger brother Zongshi has no objections either."
"This child died for the country," Zhao Zhen said sadly after hearing this: "My old brother is not in good health. I don't know if he can withstand this blow."
"Report to Your Majesty." Zhao Zongyi came out of the queue and sobbed: "My father, who has black hair and white hair, has a broken heart and has been bedridden since yesterday."
"Brother Wang, please accompany me to my old brother's house after the court." Zhao Zhen sighed, wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "It always makes people sad when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift."
"Yes." Zhao Yunbi nodded and asked for instructions: "How is Zongfu's honor? Should it be settled before the official goes?"
"Well," Zhao Zhen nodded and said, "As a rule, the country should be granted the title of Duke, but Zongfu died for the country, so let's give it to the county king. What do you think?"
Who would object to this kind of thing? Wouldn’t that offend two generations of emperors?
So it was decided that Zhao Zongfu’s funeral would be carried out according to the county-king system, with Song Xiang, the political advisor, as the funeral envoy, responsible for all funeral rituals...
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After the matter was discussed, Zeng Gongliang, the newly appointed privy envoy, came out to report: "The day before yesterday, there was an edict to the lower court, ordering the removal of Pingzhang political affairs, Mizhou, and Yongzhou Jiedu envoy Di Qing. He was the capital of the imperial city and the front of the palace.
"Commander, I believe that these two positions are in charge of the guards, and it is not appropriate for one person to be in charge of both."
"I have made my decision on this matter and there is no need to discuss it further." Zhao Zhen shook his head and said: "The power of Kuang Dian's former department to mobilize troops lies in the Xifu without the signature of the Privy Council. Di Qing cannot mobilize a single soldier, but only relies on his prestige to suppress the situation.
Just helping the arrogant soldiers." After a pause, he coldly glanced at the officials and said: "I know that some civil servants do not want him to be in the same rank, but now that Di Aiqing is a military official, if anyone wants to gossip, I have to ask why.
You always cannot tolerate my loyal ministers, but you turn a blind eye to those rebellious ministers and traitors?"
All the officials were silent upon hearing this.
Zeng Gongliang was a scholar-type official. He felt that what the emperor said was reasonable, so he obeyed the order.
Zhao Zhen's expression softened a little, and he said again: "Di Qing will no longer judge the affairs of the Royal Martial Arts Academy. Has Mr. Zeng thought about his successor?"
"I haven't thought about this carefully," Zeng Gongliang said honestly, "but I heard that there are only a hundred martial arts students in the martial arts academy, and it seems that it can be merged into the Imperial Academy..."
"No!" Zhao Zhen shook his head and said: "If martial arts is merged into Taixue, it will inevitably be discriminated against and shunned by it, which goes against our original intention to invigorate the military." He said in a deep voice: "Xifu should move the martial arts academy back to Bianjing.
We should increase their fees, appoint talented people, and help them cheer up, rather than thinking about getting rid of them."
"I obey." Zeng Gong nodded and responded.
Another censor, Zhongcheng Han Jiang, went out to report: "I heard that thirty-six people were killed with a stick in the palace yesterday. I wonder if this is true?"
Zhao Zhen frowned slightly and looked at Manager Hu. Hu Yandui said casually: "Those who committed dereliction of duty and theft will be punished with a stick, and several of them were accidentally beaten to death..."
"I ask you to investigate whether there was cruel and indiscriminate punishment." Han Jiang said solemnly: "Thirty-six human lives, we cannot explain to the world unless we investigate clearly."
"This matter has been settled, there is no need to investigate further." Zhao Zhen said coldly: "We are exhausted, let's retreat from the court..."
