Jingming

Chapter 66
Hearing this dictation, Guo Xun was ashamed and ashamed: "... I understand, I made a joke, I'm guilty!"

"If Lord Hou is guilty, why did you let Lord Hou know the purpose of the banquet?" Zhang Zuo cupped his hands, "Our family has to go back and reply to the order."

Guo Xun hurriedly wanted to keep him politely, and hurriedly brought the prepared Xie Yi.

But Zhang Zuo saw Qiu Luan and stopped in his tracks: "This is... the grandson of the Marquis of Xianning?"

"... Qiu Luan met Eunuch Zhang!" Qiu Luan immediately saluted cleverly.

Zhang Zuo nodded with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty ordered the Imperial Hospital to arrange an imperial doctor to go to the Hou's mansion to treat the old Hou Ye. Your Majesty said that the Marquis of Xianning has worked hard and made great achievements, and he also has a good grandson."

"Qiu Luan kowtows to thank God!" Qiu Luan knelt down, and tears came out, "Qiu Luan must be His Majesty's loyal minister!"

Qiu Yue was seriously ill, and he might not be able to survive this time.What the Chou family is thinking about is whether the titles awarded for their meritorious service in the Anhua Rebellion can continue.

What if the civil servants make trouble?

Now that the emperor said "Qiu Yue has a good grandson", and sent the imperial doctor to treat the disease, Qiu Luan finally settled down.

That is the emperor who is close to his age. If Jane is in the emperor's heart, he, Qiu Luan, can accompany the emperor for a whole court!
After sending Zhang Zuo away, both Guo Xun and Qiu Luan were inexplicably excited.

"Eat wine, eat wine!" Guo Xun's blood boiled with enthusiasm, "Your Majesty actually went back to the old routine and let the ministers know the scriptures and banquets! Little ball, no, Lord Qiu, we did it right this time!"

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In a small house in the capital, the oil lamp in the master's study room was kept on until midnight.

Hearing the drumming outside and the pattering rain, Xia Yan squeezed his eyes tightly and put down his pen.

After taking a sip of cold tea, he checked the half-written memorial in front of him again from beginning to end.

After the court meeting in which Mao Cheng was demoted to the people, the officials did not dare to resign easily in a short time.

But from that day on, Xia Yan, who learned that Yang Yiqing was about to return to the court, began to prepare this memorial after hearing the emperor said that he would reset the three camps.

"Please confirm the frontier storage to prevent the loss of captives".

If the re-establishment of the three major battalions is an important matter in the next few years, what will happen there?
As a military officer, Xia Yan was doing his own job.

The emperor hoped that the officials had something to say and paid attention to the quality of the memorials. Xia Yan felt that his chance had come.

"Officer." His concubine brought a cup of hot tea with some resentment, "It's so late."

The 39-year-old Xia Yan smiled, took the tea in her hand, and put it to her mouth as usual, closing her eyes.

On the shoulders and neck, a pair of tender hands have been stretched out and slowly grasped.

After opening his eyes and putting down the teacup, he closed his eyes again and said softly: "Your Majesty is the first to become a great treasure, and he never rests for a day. Your Majesty has high aspirations and hopes that the officials will talk more about important things, and they want to have something to say. I After a few days of hard work, don't wait for me, and go directly to court later."

"...The other day, I heard from the officials that His Majesty only took seventeen speech officials in one breath, which frightened my family and my sister."

Hearing the worry in her tone, Xia Yan raised the corner of his mouth confidently: "Afraid that you and I will offend the emperor? You don't understand these things!"

"Officials are naturally first-class capable ministers! After working for so many days, they will surely become a blockbuster. Jane is in the heart of the emperor!"

"Okay." Xia Yan stretched out his hand to pinch the catkin on his shoulder, pulled it over and sat down on his lap, "There are still a few things I haven't finished writing, go and rest first, I want His Majesty to see me as soon as possible The memorandum."

This memorial must be made before the strategy of resetting the three camps is finalized!
Wen Cun took a break for a moment, and Xia Yan continued to finish the final part.

Soon it will be the Shuori Dachaohui.

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In the early hours of the first day of May, more officials in the capital were also preparing for the Shuo Ri Grand Meeting.

The brothers Zhang Heling and Zhang Yanling can also go to court today.

Shuo Ri Da Chao Hui is generally just a ceremony, and the number of people who can go to court is far more than that of ordinary courts.

After getting up from the bed of the newly accepted concubine, Zhang Heling walked to the door of the room from time to time, looking in the direction of the palace from a distance, and looking at the sky from time to time.

Grain rains have passed, and spring and summer have alternated. The past few days have been cloudy and rainy. Since last night, the thunder has been shaking, and Zhang Heling was also awakened by the thunder, so he hurriedly got up early.

It was a coincidence, so is it possible that something happened tonight?

"Master Hou, even if it's a big court meeting, there's no need to get up in such a hurry." The seventeen-year-old concubine was still snoozing, and followed him to get up and wait for him to get dressed before yawning.

"What do you know!" Zhang Heling only looked at the palace.

In another place, Xia Yan has already written a memorial.

After today's court meeting, it can be handed over to the Secretary of General Administration.

He put on the court clothes, and he tied the horns of the black belt carefully.

The capital is still sleeping in the night, and most of the houses with lights on at this time are the residences of officials and eunuchs.

Some low-ranking officials live in outer cities, and they have to get up earlier.

According to regulations, low-ranking officials cannot sit in sedan chairs.After entering the city, you can't ride your horse.

At the gate of the city, the inspector was able to enter the city.

From time to time, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, amidst the rumbling thunder, many officials walked towards the imperial city under the umbrellas opened by their servants.

Bitter too!Today's court meeting, so many people still had to be outside the Xijiao Gate.

There are not many places under the corridor, and there are still many relatives who want to stand in today.

Yang Tinghe was not worried, he was standing in front anyway.

But who didn't walk over in the wind and rain?
Going out and sitting in the sedan chair, the raindrops hit the roof and curtain of the sedan chair, Yang Tinghe closed his eyes and meditated.

The decree has been delivered, and tomorrow the Jingyan feast will be stopped for one day to show respect. Your Majesty understands the meaning of the Jingyan, and has expressed the attitude of respecting etiquette.

Of course, it is also to win the hearts of scholars all over the world.

But it's not that pure, otherwise, why use the feast of knowledge of scriptures by officials and warriors?

He was thinking about something, and suddenly felt the sedan chair shaking.

Just as he was frowning, he heard the bearer in front of him ask in a low voice with a little fear: "Is that the imperial palace over there?"

"What happened?" Yang Tinghe asked in a deep voice.

"...Ge...Ge Lao, it seems that there is water in the palace..."

Yang Tinghe's eyes widened immediately, and he eagerly opened the car curtain in front of him.

Looking at it with fixed eyebrows, there is indeed a faint light in front of it.In the slight flickering, smoke can be seen rising.

Yang Tinghe's pupils shrank suddenly.

That's straight ahead!

What is the location right in front of Daming Gate?
It's not Chengtian Gate, it's not Meridian Gate, it's a place farther north.

Three halls?Clean up the door?Doing... Qing Palace?
"Quick! Go forward!"

Yang Tinghe's heart sank, and he hurriedly urged.

The bearers gritted their teeth and quickened their pace while carrying the sedan chair in the face of the gradually heavy rain.

Yang Tinghe kept staring ahead, clenching his teeth tightly.

Only four days have passed since the court meeting that made all the ministers tremble with fear. If the Qianqing Palace caught fire, what kind of catastrophe would it be?

Is it a lightning strike, or...

Yang Tinghe's heartbeat is getting faster and faster, but it can't, it can't!

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Note: Volume 16 of "Records of Emperor Shizong of the Ming Dynasty": In May of the [-]th year of Zhengde, Renzi Shuo suffered a disaster at Rijingmen.

Ten days after Emperor Jiajing ascended the throne, the gate of Qianqing Palace was burned down.

Thirty mothers, I will use this to deduce one or two.

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