"If everyone in this world could be as loyal as Grandpa Mo, why would I have to worry so much?"
After chatting and laughing with Mo Daodao for a while, it seemed that the other party mentioned that all the veterans in the court were loyal and virtuous. Emperor Zhengde suddenly sneered and sighed.
"Why did your Majesty say this? But there are disloyal ministers in the court who are causing your Majesty to worry?"
Unexpectedly hearing such a sigh from the emperor, the old eunuch couldn't help but frown.
The late emperor was a civilized and military man who was diligent in government and loved the people. Unfortunately, he was born with deficiencies in his body and bones, and he died in his prime.
Before his death, he was worried that his only son was still young, so he specially ordered the queen to listen to the government behind the curtain, and also selected a number of capable officials from among the officials to serve as ministers to assist the young master.
In Mo Wendao's impression, these people were all great scholars who were able to rely on the late emperor as his arms.
Is it possible that the emperor is still young and has been in power for a long time, and even his own heart has been forgotten?
The old eunuch thought about it again and felt something was wrong.
Before he was injured, he was secretly watching every move of the ministers carefully.
Although over time, some people gradually began to be dissatisfied with the power at hand, but more and more people still adhere to their true intentions and can stand up to help the emperor at critical moments.
To make the emperor show such a look, could it be that something happened in the court while he was injured?
All kinds of suspicions appeared in his mind, and the old eunuch gradually became murderous.
"Rebellion? What great things can a group of pedantic scholars and scholars accomplish?"
Understanding the implication of Mo Wenwen's words, Emperor Zhengde couldn't help but laugh out loud. It took him a long time to stop laughing and slowly explain to the other party.
Scholars rebelled, but it took ten years to succeed.
It's not that he looked down on those civil servants in the DPRK and China. Perhaps they cited scriptures and argued that fighting for power was their strength, but when it came to rebellion, he really overestimated them.
"I'm just laughing. When these people came to the imperial court, they used all kinds of arguments to accuse the monks of harming the country, and asked me to kill them."
"It's a pity that as time went on, each of them got the benefit, as if they had lost their memory together, and they kept silent about it, and even pretended to be deaf and dumb a few times when I hinted vaguely."
"This is the great scholar who manages the world, these are the ministers who can govern the world, these are my ministers who care about life, they are really good enough!"
When Emperor Zhengde was conferred the title of Imperial Master, he had a deeper intention. He wanted to stir up conflicts between the courtiers and the sect, so that he could have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and gradually take back the power in his hands.
But unexpectedly, these people turned around and hugged each other, which really made Emperor Zhengde feel ridiculous that he shot himself in the foot.
"This old slave vaguely remembers that the late emperor, Chang Number One Scholar, had a bad temper and a straight temper. Could it be that he also got along with that guy?"
The old eunuch felt a little weird.
This person is so stubborn that even his mentor and the chief minister of the current government dare to participate in the existence of a book. Wouldn’t such a person’s bones be bent?
"Of course the teacher is not that kind of person. However, the Imperial Master is powerful and has countless strange people under his command. The teacher has given lectures several times. I heard that many people are somewhat dissatisfied with him."
"I was worried that something might happen to the teacher, so I secretly sent him away from the capital to avoid the spotlight for the time being."
Emperor Zhengde's explanation made Mo Wenwen reluctantly feel at peace.
But even so, the killing intent on the old eunuch's face still hasn't subsided at all.
"Those disciples and disciples are really incompetent. They just watched their own emperor being bullied and didn't know how to protect him. They are dogs and can't even bite people. What's the use of them?"
"When the injuries are healed some other time, I will train them carefully and take care of His Majesty's worries."
The old man had experienced the glory of the East-West Factory, and the ministers in the court dared to secretly embarrass the emperor. He was afraid that one day he would be found guilty and thrown into prison, and he would be sentenced to death.
"Hahaha, as expected, I still have to rely more on Grandpa Mo. When the matter of the national teacher is over another day, I must ask Wu Banban to come over and learn from you."
There is no doubt about his loyalty to Mo Wendao. Emperor Zhengde was quite moved when he heard this and patted Mo Wenwen on the shoulder.
Thinking that it was late, Wu Daban was probably still shivering in the cold wind, waiting for his orders. Emperor Zhengde chatted with the old eunuch for a few more words, and then walked out of the secret room.
His original intention of entering the secret room this time was to see if the old eunuch's injury had improved.
After all, he and the Imperial Master are scheming against each other. Even if there are many back-up men, without the powerful power of the Dharma Realm to suppress them, it will not be very stable after all.
Now that I know that Mo Wenwen is about to recover, I feel a lot better. Even the depression caused by the grudge against the courtiers has subsided a lot unconsciously.
After that, he and his personal assistant Wu Daban asked about government affairs, and their tone softened a lot, which made the other party feel uneasy again.
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Have a peaceful night and wait until the next day.
After receiving the oral instructions from Emperor Zhengde, the disciples of Pudu Cihang naturally used chicken feathers as arrows and went out to the capital to plunder boys and girls without any reason.
What's more, these monsters who have been enlightened into humans will never be able to withstand the temptation of blood food. Once they have a conflict with a family whose children are still in their prime, they will often commit evil acts of slaughtering villages and destroying towns, which makes people panic.
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However, there was a strange silence in the court, as if they had suffered from selective blindness. Most people ignored the memorials presented from below, as if nothing had happened.
This made Emperor Zhengde, who had been mentally prepared for a long time and thought that there was going to be a verbal war, also notice that something was wrong.
No matter how wisely they protect themselves and no matter how complicit they are, the high officials and ministers of the DPRK and the Central Government ignore such a tragic case. Do they not even want their posthumous name?
How much benefit did the National Master give them?!
Emperor Zhengde couldn't help but shudder. For the first time, he felt that things might be beyond his control.
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On the other side, after three days of long journey, Chang Wei and his party finally saw the border of the capital from a distance.
He never thought that one day he would return to the court in this form, Chang Wei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Unlike Cheng Fengyuan, who was about to turn into a dog from exhaustion, Chang Wei, who had achieved great success in practicing Confucianism and Taoism these days, had a rare sense of energy.
Having studied the Four Books and Five Classics for many years, he is a great master of the time with outstanding literary talent, and he is also an upright person. Chang Wei naturally gets twice the result with half the effort by practicing Confucian Uprightness Secrets.
Morning and evening have come, but in just a few days, he has even surpassed Ning Caichen and reached the third realm further away.
If Shusheng Ning had not had enough points on hand to deduce the formula for the realm of Dharma, I am afraid that the first Dharma Master in Confucianism would have been born out of thin air.
Chang Wei stopped and dismounted, looking north to the outside of the capital city that loomed in his field of vision. Chang Wei had a lot of thoughts for a while.
It is foreseeable that in the near future, a storm that may destroy everything will hit the prosperous Kyoto.