Chasing King

As the end of the new year approaches, winter is getting colder and colder. Just when the imperial court is struggling for the snow disaster, a letter is like a big stone throwing into the water, which arouses a lot of ripples.

This is the first letter Shen Hexuan wrote in his two years as an official. This paper points out that the State Treasury is in short supply, because the expenses are too extravagant, the rewards are not strict, the clans are numerous, the official posts are redundant, and the military is not refined. It also puts forward some solutions to each of these problems, which can make the people use enough without additional taxes.

This letter criticizes the current situation and directly admonishes emperor Zhaowu. At the beginning, it praises emperor Zhaowu for his political achievements. Later, it is very sharp and the words are true. It's really shocking for a young scholar to have such vision and opinions.

When Yan Sikong heard the news, her mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, Shen Hexuan did listen to his advice and did not raise the sea tax out of time. On the other hand, Shen Hexuan had a strategic talent, but he did not understand people's feelings. When he was writing with a passion for the country and the people, he was afraid that he could not think of, or was not at all interested in, what this letter would bring to him.

Nowadays, officials are all over the country. How can they be ignorant of current affairs? No one is willing to pierce that layer of window paper, because whoever pokes it will pay the price.

The State Treasury is not enough for disaster relief, so someone should have come forward to say this. It is not so much Shen Hexuan who chose to come forward as Yan Zilian who asked him to come forward. Because he was not an official of the upper court, Shangshu had to pass through the Imperial Academy. It was Yan Zilian's tacit consent that Shen Hexuan's memorial could reach the imperial court.

This letter will make Shen Hexuan famous. Maybe it can really promote the emperor to carry out one or two anti-corruption measures, but it is bound to offend a large number of people. If not, he will be blamed.

Yan Zilian did not dissuade the energetic young students. Was it because he appreciated his uprightness or because he wanted to use him to inspire the new deal? Either way, it makes Yan Sikong feel a little sad.

Shen Hejun was criticized on the spot by some royal ministers, especially those who talked about longxuankuo.

Of course, Yan Zilian's faction came out to distinguish Shen Hexuan at the right time. They thought that he was sincere and that what he said had merits, so they argued endlessly that day.

Shen Hexuan was a man of few words. This letter was destined to be buried, but it played a very important role in reducing the expenditure of the imperial clan.

Most of the later historical books believe that Shen Hexuan's letter was a major turning point in the national movement of Dasheng, which foreshadowed the subsequent surging wind and tide, the magnificent struggle for the survival of the chaos, and the competition for the deer by nakara.

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ten days later, Emperor Zhaowu issued an imperial edict to cut off all the year-old gifts given to the patriarchal clan for disaster relief. After that, the patriarchal clan would not give any year-old gifts except for the prince and daughter.

In fact, there was a precedent in history that the new year's ceremony was postponed because of the tight state treasury. But it was the first time in more than 200 years that the government and the public were shocked, but no one dared to complain about it. After all, the common people were suffering from the snow. Complaining at this time was to give others a handle and blame themselves.

At the same time, Emperor Zhaowu decreed that this year's Spring Festival should be simplified to show that it was not aimed at the clan. However, everyone knew in their hearts that Sui Li was the thinnest part of the clan's reward. I'm afraid this will only start.

Sure enough, a few days later, another imperial edict was issued to investigate and deal with the case of a clan member's cheating to occupy an acre of land in Jinan. No one was escorted to the capital. After the local trial, they were punished for killing, seizing, copying and exile.

In the past, it was nothing more than a warning to others to occupy a few plots of common people's land.

Before the year passed, people were already in a panic.

Yan Sikong looks at all these things one by one, and the closer he gets to the end of the new year, the more he focuses on them, because at this time of the year, he needs to go to hell and come back again, and then see the world more thoroughly.

Because Yuanmao's death day is coming.

Ali had prepared the sacrificial things for him. He carefully put them in the basket. When it was dark, he stood at the door and waited for Yan Sikong quietly.

Yan Sikong, dressed in plain black, covered her head with a hood, raised the basket with her own hands and said in a deep voice, "let's go."

There were few pedestrians on the cold street. They walked all the way, and no one noticed them. They turned into the winding and disordered alley and finally stopped in front of a small house.

A Li takes out the key, opens the lock, two people dodge to walk in.

I don't know how long the house has been uninhabited and dilapidated. A little lonely lights in Ali's hands seem strange in the weedy wasteland house.

A Li goes forward first, opens the lock of the main room with the key, and Yan Sikong goes in.

The inside of the room is quite different from the outside. Although the room is covered with dust, the objects are neat and valuable. In the center of the platform is a huge Lingtai made of Phoebe. In the center of the Lingtai is a golden Buddhist niche, in which stands a white jade temple with luminous gems. Even the censer under it is made of thick copper.On the platform, there are three people's holy places. They are the biological parents of Yuan Mao and Yan Sikong.

That year, yuan Shaoxu drove him out of the house. He went back secretly. In addition to giving yuan Weiling the silver pawned by the dagger Fengye gave him, he also took his parents' Spirit card. After wandering for several years, they were the only ones who kept company and comforted them. After settling down in Beijing, he secretly built a platform for them here.

Ali lit the candle, cleaned it, put the things in the basket one by one in front of the Pu mat, then walked out quietly and closed the door.

Yan Sikong knelt down in front of Pu mat and knocked two or three heads heavily. When he raised his head, he was already in tears.

"Father, mother, I come to see you in my spare time..."

No matter how much suffering he suffered, how many crimes he suffered, and even how many times his life was hanging on the line, he lived with his teeth clenched. He would never die. He would send those animals to hell one by one to comfort his parents and adoptive father's spirit in heaven.

He lit incense, poured wine, and talked about the recent events in a calm tone. It was as if his relatives were still there, listening lovingly. Only here did he dare to express his feelings and express his depression.

Unconsciously, a pot of wine was all drunk into his stomach.

He is a good drinker, but every year, kneeling in front of his parents' throne, he will be drunk, not how strong the wine is. If people have a reason to drink, all kinds of wine are the same.

After staying here for two hours, he turned straight to the ground and was helped up by a Li. A Li looked at Yan Sikong's drunken face and his heart ached in his eyes. He sighed silently, straightened his clothes for Yan Sikong and helped him out of the door.

At this time, it was too late to call the carriage. Ah Li carried Yan Sikong on his back and went home step by step.

Fortunately, Yanfu is not far from here, but as soon as he gets home, Ali is out of breath and his legs are weak.

Close to the door, Ali found a tall man standing at the door, wrapped in a cloak, shivering slightly in the cold wind.

When I looked at it, it turned out to be Fengye.

Feng Ye also saw them, first in a daze, and then ran over in panic: "what's wrong with Sikong?"

Ah Li made a gesture, but Feng Ye couldn't understand it at all. He took Yan Sikong from ah Li's back, and at the same time, a breath of wine filled his nose. He was a little relieved, but he frowned deeply and said, "where have you been? How did he drink like this? "