Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 63 The Party Struggle
  When the Wenhua Palace staged a good show of "killing Wang Qi and clearing the emperor's side".

Not far from the Imperial City, in the southwest corner of Honglu Temple, opposite the back gate of the Governor's Mansion, and east of the Ministry of War, there is a quiet yamen - the General Affairs Office.

At this time, a dusty cavalryman stopped at the gate of the government office.

"Is this the Tongzheng Yamen?" the cavalryman reined in his horse and asked loudly.

"A memorial from out of town?" The guard at the Yamen Gate looked lazy, almost leaning against the door, his cotton hat askew. Hearing the sound, he glanced sideways and snorted indifferently: " If you want to send memorials from other places, go directly to Donghua Gate and hand them over to Wenyuan Pavilion. They will serve you with refreshing tea there, but we won’t accept them here!”

The General Administration Department had not collected any information for eight hundred years. When it saw the soldiers coming on horseback, its first reaction was to rush elsewhere.

The cavalryman tightened his reins and turned his horse's head, and said sternly: "I just came from Donghua Gate. Today, the imperial city is under martial law, and horses are not allowed to pass! I just came here. Liaodong is playing in a hurry. There is no delay. Send people quickly." Get the discount!"

Oh, the soldiers at the yamen gate just remembered that today the emperor urgently summoned all the cabinet ministers and ministers to go to the Wenhua Palace to discuss matters. No one in Wenyuan Pavilion was handling the memorial. Early in the morning, a clerk informed that the memorial would be collected by the Tongzheng Yamen. If If there is an urgent call, the on-duty counselor will be transferred directly to the morning shift.

Since Dong Lin came to power, the ordinary office of Tongzheng Yamen has been squeezed out of Jiuqing. Almost all the affairs that originally belonged to Tongzheng Yamen have been taken over by the cabinet, even for vassals and local government yamen. The memorials should also be sent directly to the cabinet, or to the Supervisor of Ceremonies. Only in July and August every month, when officials from other places need to go to Beijing to participate in inspections, they should submit the memorials to the General Affairs Office and queue up for review. The General Affairs Office will then Lively for a few days.

"Just wait, I'll go and inform you!" the older soldier stabilized the brim of his hat, gave an order, turned around and entered the Yamen to report.

At this time, in the left wing of the Yamen, Lu Yu, the left counselor of the Tongzheng Yamen, was looking at the sky and sighing with his hands behind his back with a sad face.

Lu Yu is 46 years old this year. In his early years, he followed the path of Jiangsu's Criminal Division. He was promoted directly from the local government to the capital as a court official and joined the Metropolitan Procuratorate. His future was bright.

However, since Donglin came to power, Yang Lian, the censor of the Zuo capital, and he had not dealt with him for a long time. He was hampered by everything, forcing him to be transferred from the Metropolitan Procuratorate to the Tongzheng Yamen. The Yamen has been driven to the edge of Sijiu City, close to the outer city. Anyone with common sense will feel that there is no future in this life.

However, Lu Yu was still a man with great ambitions. Due to the great victory in Liaodong more than a month ago, Lu Yu proposed to focus on rewarding officials in Liaodong and provide subsidies for land reclamation to the people in western Liaoning. At the same time, he advocated the opening of Guangning border towns and exchanges with Mongolia. The Yi attracted merchants from Northern Zhili, Shanxi, Shaanxi and other places to enter western Liaoning in order to boost taxation, increase income and ease the financial pressure on the imperial court.

On the other hand, Lu Yu also had a small idea. She wanted her nephew to take advantage of the frequent wars in the border area to climb onto Wang Qi's lap and make more meritorious deeds in Liaodong. The promotion speed would be comparable to that of those who worked hard in the local area. It’s much better to have qualifications.

Lu Yu put his hands behind his back and couldn't help but smile when he thought of his nephew. Half a month ago, the list of the first batch of Jinshi in Tianqi Dynasty was announced. His nephew won the 25th place among the top two Jinshi and was awarded Born as a Jinshi!
  "But," thinking of the sudden court meeting today, Lu Yu frowned again: "I don't know what the final result of today's court meeting will be. Will Wang Qi lead the troops out of the customs without permission? Will he be placed under false pretenses? Crime."

As a civil servant, Lu Yu knew very well what kinds of things those civil servants would do in order to achieve their goals.

Officials with swords and pens have always been the ones who kill without blood.

Outside the door, the old soldier followed the young official and stood by the door.

"Sir, there is a fast horse delivering goods outside the Yamen. It is said that someone is urgently required to collect the discount."

Lu Yu, who was deep in thought, turned around and asked, "Where did it come from?"

"Liaodong," the old soldier opened his mouth and returned in a low voice.

"Yes," Lu Yu nodded expressionlessly, waved her hand and told the clerk to do it, then turned around and returned to the hall.

Um! ! !
  Lu Yu suddenly paused and spun her ankles sharply. Before her lower body moved, her upper body had already turned around and shouted to the old soldier who was about to leave: "Where did you get the memorial?"

"Hui, my lord," the old soldier was also startled, and he stuttered in reply: "Liao, urgent delivery to Liaodong!"

"Send someone to get it quickly!" Lu Yu waved hurriedly, and then added: "Let Natang report the soldiers over!"

Not long after, the Yamen main hall came.

Lu Yu went up and down and read the rapid music several times. Suddenly she felt thirsty and subconsciously reached for the tea on the table.

Because of the trembling of the body, the lid and the teacup kept bumping against each other, making a clicking sound.

Now Pu Bing in the hall lowered his head and raised his eyes to look at Lu Yu. He naturally knew the news on the folding paper. Three days ago, when the news came back from the Horqin Grassland, the entire west of the Liao River fell into panic and then ecstasy.

At that time, there were rumors that Xiong Tingbi, the commander of the Liaodong Economic Strategy, walked back and forth in the hall dozens of times with a memorial written by Wang Qi himself. He danced with excitement in a deserted place, and his brocade robe was scratched by tree branches and became useless. Know.

Even the new governor Zuo Guangdou, who had always disliked Wang Qi, had a few glasses of wine in his courtyard after hearing the news to congratulate Wang Qi for his great achievements. Of course, Zuo Guangdou wrote a letter to his husband that night. Colleague Donglin reports the news, don’t attack Wang Qi too much...

But now it seems that Zuo Guangdou's letter is not delivered as fast as the Ming Dynasty official post.

"Did you go to Donghuamen first?"

In the main hall, Lu Yu finally calmed down her excitement, raised her head and asked.

"Speaking to your lord, yes."

"Hey, Wenyuan Pavilion will not accept memorials today!" Lu Yu caressed her with her palms, smiling as brightly as she did during the bridal chamber twenty years ago.

"You go to the front hall to collect ten taels of silver, and then go to rest first. Someone will ask you questions soon!" Lu Yu raised his hand and dismissed Pu Bing.

He took a deep breath, stood up and walked around the room for a while.

"Come here!" Lu Yu shouted towards the outside: "Change clothes, change into court clothes, I want to enter the palace to face the Holy Spirit!"

At this moment, inside the Wenhua Hall.

Liu Yijing took the lead, and all the ministers knelt down neatly on the ground.

Kill Wang Qi and thank the world!
  The six words were deafening, echoing in Zhu Youxiao's ears.

In the hall, Sun Chengzong sighed silently: If Wang Qi dies and Liaodong is in chaos, I'm afraid Nurhaci will wake up laughing in his dreams!
  Among the ministers in the palace, not everyone recognized Donglin, represented by Liu Yijing.

However, at this time, no one dared to stand up against the Donglin Party.

In this situation, Zhu Youxiao felt cold all over, like an ice cave.

The young emperor looked at the ministers in the palace with his whole body trembling, and for a long time he only uttered one sentence: "You, you, you are using your party to fight for national affairs!"

"I am selfless. Since Your Majesty said it is a party struggle, it is a party struggle. I am willing to wear the hat of party struggle, but it is just a life in exchange for another!"

Liu Yijing held her neck and refused to give in.

In the hall, the atmosphere almost turned to ice.

A dead silence.

At this moment.

"Report!"

Outside the main hall, a loud voice came from the Huangmen: "Lu Yu, the left counselor of the Tongzheng Yamen, and Wang Qi, the Liaodong commander, went to the hall to pay an audience!"

　Sorry brothers, there is another chapter tonight, so it will be late.

　　
  　
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