On the eleventh day of the sixth month of the first year of Qing Dynasty, almost all the civil and military ministers in Beijing gathered together in front of the Chui Gong Hall.
It’s not just the ministers of the two systems.
The chief ministers of various major departments and agencies, as well as the Treasurer in Beijing, also rarely put on court clothes, tied on fish bags, held wat boards, and stood in the square in front of the Chui Gong Hall in an orderly manner.
The heads were densely packed, at least hundreds of people!
The last time Chui Gong Hall was able to gather such a large number of people before going to court in the early morning, I am afraid it can be traced back to the time when Empress Dowager Zhang Xianmingsu listened to the government behind the curtain.
At that time, Queen Mother Liu worked around the clock.
Sometimes during a morning meeting, one would have to receive reports from the 19th class of ministers and give instructions.
Therefore, the morning pilgrimage is often delayed until after noon.
"What time is it?" After waiting for a long time, some ministers inevitably became impatient and quietly asked the people around them.
"It's almost the fifth update..." someone answered.
"Do you think the King of Tang is snoozing and hasn't gotten up yet?"
"Probably not..."
"Probably impossible..."
But after all, no one can guarantee it, because in the old years when Empress Dowager Liu was behind the curtain to listen to politics, the officials in the court were often unable to get up early because they were too sleepy, and Empress Dowager Liu often had to send people to invite her again and again.
And now the Tang Prince is just over two years old.
Such a young child, if he were at home, would still be learning to speak on milk, and he would need six hours of sleep every day!
Where can it be like the ancestral system of the Great Song Dynasty, where you get up and take a bath ten minutes before dawn, and ascend to the imperial palace at five o'clock?
At this moment, the samurai warriors who were originally standing in a row in front suddenly dispersed to both sides.
Then, the door of Chui Gong Hall was pushed open with all his strength.
Rows of oil lamps were lit, making the entire Chui Gong Hall look like daylight.
Everyone who entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs knew that Zhang Weiji was wearing a formal court uniform. He led the entire escort team of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, worship officers and ministers with imperial equipment. He walked out from one side of the palace and walked to the throne in the main hall of Chui Gong Hall.
He bowed his head and said: "I respectfully invite His Highness the King of Tang to ascend to the throne!"
Bang bang bang!
Some samurai warriors lit firecrackers made of bamboo (not the gunpowder kind, but a very ancient method of burning bamboo to listen to the sound) in front of the Chui Gong Hall.
As a result, all the ministers were waiting eagerly.
I saw a small cart carrying a little man wearing a king's robe and a glazed crown to the Chui Gong Hall.
The generals of the three yamen appeared at the right time, lined up in a human wall, and surrounded the King of Tang's chariot until they arrived at a seat that had been arranged on the left side under the emperor's throne.
Then they all bowed and said, "I respectfully invite His Royal Highness, King Tang, to ascend the throne!"
Zhao Xin was then hugged and sat on the seat that was too high and too big for his age.
His small body was very thin, and the wind in the late summer morning blew his beads, but he was full of excitement.
"Cui Gong Hall..." He was familiar with every piece of rubble, every inch of floor, every stone pillar, and every brick in this hall. He even remembered countless things that had happened in this hall.
"I'm finally back!" His eyes scanned everything in this palace, and he finally lowered his head with satisfaction.
With his ascension, the court meeting officially began.
The muezzin's voice immediately sounded at the door of the palace: "The prime minister, the second minister, and the ministers of political affairs have come to the court to perform their duties!"
So, Zhao Xin quickly sat up straight and looked forward, meticulously.
And soon, Lu Yijian, wearing a golden and purple robe, led Li Di, the deputy prime minister of the government, and three political advisors: Chao Zongci, Cheng Lin, and Ren Bu, to Zhao Xin.
Because Zhao Xin was not the king yet, but only listened to the government on his behalf, they bowed slightly and then Lu Yi simply said: "His Royal Highness the King of Tang, I have a bachelor from the Zhao Wen Guan who supervises the editing of the Yi Bamboo slips of national history. I am leading the political affairs hall to pay my respects."
King!"
Everyone bowed slightly.
"No gift!"
However, Lu Yijian took a step forward, holding the wat tablet, looking at the words engraved on it, and read: "I and other ministers in the political affairs hall, Fu heard that His Highness was appointed by the official family to ascend to the vertical arch hall, and to ascend the throne near the hall.
I am deeply happy that the country has an heir and the world has a queen..."
"However... I accept your Majesty's appointment, and as prime ministers and participate in politics, I have to consider your Majesty's dragon body..."
"If you dare, please leave the forest!"
With that said, Lu Yijian led all his officials to bow down and bow deeply.
Zhao Xin looked at this situation, he remained calm and said softly: "Let's discuss this later!"
He didn't understand that the prime minister and his government officials wanted to use his hands to get rid of Lin.
This is also a side-kick style of play.
Expulsion can also mean leaving a place, managing, placing, or even peeling off hemp.
The word "official" has two mouths.
He was just a close minister, Zhao Xin nodded, and the two governments used their seals. What else could the emperor do on his sick bed?
We can only admit the established facts!
Just a minister!
only……
For Zhao Xin, by expelling Lin, wouldn't it be possible that Ninghua Palace would be spared?
How can this work?
Therefore, he was determined not to be fooled.
Lu Yijian was a little anxious. Just like in the past, he took another step forward, looked at Zhao Xin, and said: "Your Majesty, there are a lot of discussions between the government and the public, and people are panicked. If we can't drive out the forest, I'm worried that this matter may not end well!"
Zhao Xin listened but was noncommittal.
He knew that the reason why Lu Yijian and the government officials were so anxious that they even couldn't wait to raise this issue when he first ascended to the throne was that if they didn't do something, they would be scolded to death.
The imperial students of the Imperial Academy have always dared to defy heaven and earth.
However, the officials involved in the matter were all bedridden.
Who dares to go to him to find trouble?
Aren't you afraid that Long Yan will be angry and your robes will change color?
As for the other person involved, she is also the favored concubine of an official. Who dares to touch her before seeing the official's clear stance?
Therefore, Lu Yijian was left with one option: vent his anger on Lin first and give an explanation to Shilin public opinion.
It’s just that he met Zhao Xin!
"Ms. Lu, there is no need to be excited..." Zhao Xin said with a chuckle: "Ms. Xianggong is worried about the public opinion among the government and the public. It is indeed a cause for concern among scholars!"
This matter really needs to be resolved.
Otherwise, if this gossip spreads out of Bianjing City and is known to people in Xijing, who knows if those guys who are full and have nothing to do will suddenly become full of literary ideas and start literary creation.
"so……"
"Aren't there more than ten people from the Liao Kingdom staying in Banjing Hall to express their condolences?"
"In the name of plotting to spy on the important officials of the Song Dynasty, all of them will be expelled back to the country!"
The great Sir Humphrey once said, what if the government is riddled with scandal? The answer is to expel seventy-six Soviet diplomats.
This point also applies to the Song Dynasty.
Anyway, Zhao Xin used Liao people to excuse himself in his previous life.
"This..." Lu Yijian was stunned.
The fear of the Liao Kingdom throughout the Song Dynasty is unspeakable.
Although, in fact, after the Chanyuan Alliance, both Song and Liao found that they could not help each other.
But the Song Dynasty was still extremely afraid of the Liao people.
Mainly the Liao cavalry, occupying a commanding position, are always threatening Bianjing, which is defenseless.
"What?" Zhao Xin laughed: "Could it be that the Lord of Liao was sent back to the country by the Song Dynasty because of more than a dozen plots to spy on the Song Dynasty's internal affairs, and he wanted to go to war with the Song Dynasty?"
How is this possible!
So, Lu Yijian bowed deeply: "Your Majesty Fu Wei can distinguish between right and wrong!"