No matter what, after this time, Chen Shangshu has restrained himself a lot, and he is not as arrogant as before. When he saw Princess Duanrou serving pen and ink beside the emperor, he neither twitched the corners of his eyes nor the corners of his mouth.
And A Luo gradually began to speak out.
"Aluo, you have been studying politics for less than a year. You should read more, listen more and think more, and don't rush to express your opinions on political affairs. If you want to say something, you must hit the key points and be targeted. Otherwise, you will be looked down upon by all the ministers if you say nothing."
"If you want to show your edge, don't rush it."
"Furthermore, those in high positions should not talk too much, because too much talk will lead to mistakes. Those veteran ministers in the court have been immersed in the court for decades. They are the best at guessing people's hearts and the best at finding excuses for others."
"You are by your father's side every day, and you should know that your father doesn't say much in front of his ministers. He mostly listens to the ministers' reports on matters, and when he speaks, he makes a decision. This is the majestic demeanor of a king.
, is also the way for those in a superior position to control people’s hearts.”
This is advice from Xie Mingxi.
Ah Luo heard it in her ears and remembered it in her heart. She listened silently, observed, and pondered with concentration. Before she opened her mouth, she must have thought about it again and again, and then opened her mouth after deep deliberation.
Of course, given Ah Luo's age, no matter how thoughtful she is, she is still a bit immature when it comes to political matters. But her energy is beginning to show, and her edge is already there.
No matter how reluctant the ministers were, they had to admit that A Luo had indeed inherited the powerful bloodline of the emperor and empress.
The wavering mind must be tilted a little more.
I don’t know how many times the ministers lamented in private. If A Luo is a man and has such outstanding qualifications, the matter of establishing the heir apparent will be a matter of course, and all the ministers will be sincerely convinced.
But Ah Luo is a woman!
This is really a headache and a tangle!
…
Xie Jun, the Minister of Rites, was in a better mood day by day.
Anyone with eyes can see how outstanding A Luo is. There is no precedent for establishing a woman as the crown prince. But there is no precedent for any emperor to pretend to be a woman when he was young!
Things never stay the same.
The Xie family is the emperor's wife family. If A Luo becomes the crown prince, the glory of the Xie family will be further enhanced.
Therefore, the passionate Xie Shangshu became the fourth die-hard princess party after Chen Zhan, Zhao Qi and Lu Chi to support Princess Aluo's entry into the government.
Among the young officials in the court, there were also people who were quick-thinking and eager to be loyal to the emperor.
At the great court meeting in September, a young official presented a memorial, and the content was still to invite Princess Duanrou to come to the court to listen to the government. There were actually seven or eight young officials who co-signed the motion.
Chen Zhan and the others unanimously agreed, and Xie Shangshu, as an important minister in the court, also expressed his support.
Mr. Fang Ge couldn't see it and ridiculed Xie Shangshu, "As the Minister of Rites, he regards etiquette as nothing."
Xie Shangshu held his head high in the court and responded shamelessly that "the etiquette and laws of Daqi are all determined by the emperor." His flattery and flattery are despised.
Surprisingly, King An, who rarely spoke in court, also expressed his support. As the emperor's younger brother, King An was famous in the court for his "outspokenness".
Being outspoken means that you can say whatever you want, and you don't have to be polite to expose whoever you want.
"Mr. Fang Ge keeps talking about etiquette. I would like to ask Mr. Fang Ge, what are etiquette and law? Etiquette is for all ministers to respect the emperor. How come you are here, Mr. Fang Ge, and if you don't agree with you, you don't follow the etiquette and law?"
Naturally, Mr. Fang Ge would not be repulsed by these mere words and argued endlessly with King An.
This court meeting ended in chaos.
However, compared to the big fight at the beginning of the year, it was much better.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this trick of boiling a frog in warm water is very effective.
How many ministers can endure the emperor's aggressive tactics?
Perhaps, after two more times, the courtiers will bow their heads in submission.
…
Ji Ge'er, Lin Ge'er and Ting Ge'er, who had already entered the court to listen to the government, had no chance to speak at all in such a court meeting. They just stood there dryly, listening to the ministers' verbal quarrels.
After the dynasty was over, Brother Ji invited Brother Lin and Brother Ting to Prince Lu's Mansion: "You are both free today, how about having a couple of drinks in my mansion?"
Brother Lin and Brother Ting happily accepted the invitation.
Brother Ji is eighteen years old this year. He married last year and his wife Zhao became pregnant in March this year. Zhao is now six months pregnant and will give birth by the end of the year.
Brother Lin and Brother Ting often come to Prince Lu's Mansion and are very familiar with the Zhao family.
Mrs. Zhao came out to greet her with a round belly. Brother Lin smiled quickly and said, "My cousin is pregnant and it is not appropriate to work hard. My cousin Ting and I are not outsiders. My cousin just needs to rest."
Ms. Zhao, who had fair and soft features, pursed her lips and smiled. She sat for a while and then went back to the room to rest.
The three cousins grew up together in the palace. Brother Lin and Brother Ting were like brothers, but Brother Ji was not as close as them and their relationship was very deep.
In fact, they are equally close to Ah Luo.
However, for the past six months, they had been going to the Jinluan Hall every day to listen to politics. A Luo felt a little frustrated and "served pen and ink" in the Yiqing Hall. When they met each other, they felt a little inexplicable awkward.
Brother Ji lives in Prince Lu's palace, so that's it. Brother Lin and brother Ting feel this even more deeply when they are in the palace.
The three brothers were drinking together, and after a few glasses of wine, Brother Ting complained: "At the great court meeting today, the courtiers were quarreling again about cousin A Luo's entry into the court. Let me tell you.
, If you don’t have the strength to stop it, then stop it. I’m tired of arguing about this all day long.”
Brother Lin discussed the matter: "This is not a trivial matter. In all dynasties, there is no precedent for a princess to enter the court to listen to politics."
Brother Ting rolled his eyes: "General Lian is still a woman, so he can still lead troops in war."
"How can this be the same?" Brother Ji said with unclear meaning.
It's different.
General Lian is just a general who can lead troops to fight.
Once A Luo enters the court, it means that the future crown prince of Da Qi will be a woman... Brother Lin silently glanced at Brother Ji without saying a word.
Brother Ting raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth, and revealed what he was saying: "What's the next step when you enter the court to take charge of politics? Everyone is not blind, they can all see it. Uncle Qi clearly wants to make cousin A Luo the heir apparent.
"
Brother Ji, Brother Lin: "..."
Brother Ji coughed, but before he could speak, Brother Lin glared at him: "What nonsense are you chewing! Can you say such nonsense?"
Brother Ting's voice was a little softer: "There's no one else here, it's just us three brothers, there's nothing we can say."
Brother Lin put on a serious face and showed his brother's dignity: "Don't you understand the principle that disaster comes from the mouth? You are not allowed to talk nonsense in the future. If you have any thoughts, keep them in your heart."
Brother Ting muttered: "Wouldn't that be suffocating me to death?"
Under Brother Lin's frowning glare, Brother Ting obediently shut his mouth.
