An autumn rain has eased the two-month drought in Gyeongsang Province. Potato seedlings in Guantian and Huangzhuang in various prefectures are desperately absorbing nutrients from the soil to support the roots and fruits underground.
After more than a month of negotiations, Jia Cong only used one hundred brand-new castrated versions of the Shenwu General Cannon and 500 refurbished first-generation General Cannons to take more than 5.3 million taels of silver from the Japanese's pockets.
Mr. Wen, the God of Wealth, would grin and praise Jia Cong every time he saw him. He wished he could carve the word "lucky" next to the royal cat on Jia Cong's official robe and recruit him to serve in the Ministry of Household Affairs.
It's a pity that Jia Cong is actually lazy. After tricking the envoys of the sixteen feudal lords of Japan into lameness, he immediately returned to Rongguo Mansion without even leaving the gate.
Even the Chongyang Palace Banquet took leave and did not attend. This made the Emperor angry because he lost the opportunity to show off his baby. He gave him several sets of classics and assigned several homework assignments.
Jia Cong, who was used to being given test papers during festivals, enjoyed it very much. He held the papers in hand every day to prepare for next year's provincial examination and the competition the year after that. He lived a leisurely life for nearly two months.
Time flies and the snow falls. One day at the end of the winter month, Jia Cong has just returned to the study from Rongxi Hall. Before he can turn on the fire in the stove, he receives an urgent message from the door.
Something happened to the cabinet!
To be precise, it was Wei Qinghe, the chief minister of the cabinet, who returned to the duty room after the morning meeting. Suddenly his vision went dark and he fell unconscious.
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Da da da da…
Jia Cong didn't even have time to change into his official robe. He only took a few guards and galloped towards the imperial city.
"Who dares to break into the important territory of the imperial city?"
Just as the captain guarding the gate was about to step forward to stop him, he saw the man on horseback holding the rein in one hand and taking out a gold token.
"I, Jia Cong, have important matters coming to the palace!"
For the first time, Jia Cong took advantage of the special treatment of riding a horse in the palace. He made it all the way to the cabinet and was welcomed by the clerk outside the duty room of Wei Qinghe's first assistant.
There were already people standing outside the check-in room, including civil servants and military officials, including several members of the royal family. Seeing Jia Cong's solemn expression, they unanimously gave way.
"The saint and His Majesty are inside."
"Thank you, Mr. He, for reminding me. I will go in first to visit the Grand Master."
Before entering the gate of the check-in room, Jia Cong heard the roar of the Supreme Emperor.
"What does it mean to rely on God's will? You guys can't do it with nothing but wine and rice. Old Wei was playing chess and chatting with me a few days ago. Why can't it be done today? Give me good treatment. If you can't cure it, drag him out and kill him with a stick!"
When Jia Cong heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he walked in without waiting for the waiter to inform him.
There were only the sons and grandsons of the Second Saint and Wei Qinghe and a few cabinet ministers in the room. The dozen or so elders of Taiyuan Hospital all bowed their heads bitterly.
Wei Qinghe closed his eyes tightly and lay on the bed where he usually rested. He seemed to have no breath.
In fact, Wei Qinghe is three or four years older than the Supreme Emperor, and is already seventy-three years old this year.
He had been seriously ill several times two years ago, but the cabinet could not do without this old man who could reconcile the relationship between the two saints and even the monarchs and ministers of Great Xia. Each time, as soon as his illness improved, he would forcefully return to the cabinet to take charge.
Today, as if all his efforts had been exhausted, he collapsed in the duty room of the cabinet. After the consultation, the imperial doctor gave almost the same result. The old man did not have any disease, but that his life was about to come to an end.
If you get sick, there is always hope of cure, but the imperial doctor is not a fairy, and there is no way to snatch people from the hands of the Lord of Hell.
If Wei Qinghe could wake up from his coma and survive this winter, he would still have a few months and a year to live.
If not... alas!
It's a pity that reality is not as good as drama. Before the emperor issued an order to find famous doctors from among the people, this old man who had worried about the world all his life could not wake up from his coma.
Just after noon, there was a cry in the cabinet duty room. The Jingyang bell rang for the courtiers in a rare event. It rang the bell thirty-six times in succession. All the Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in the capital followed the bell ringing to pay tribute.
From the time Jia Cong received the news to Wei Qinghe's death, it only lasted more than an hour, and he didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to the old man.
The Supreme Emperor once again bid farewell to an old friend. He completely lost his spirit. As he watched the royal chariot carrying the body leave the imperial city, he just said in a daze: They are all gone, they are all gone...
Wei Qinghe's sudden death was a great blow to the Supreme Emperor. To this day, all the close old ministers who were close to him in Zhaowu years have passed away to another world after Wei Qinghe's death.
Jia Cong followed the Supreme Emperor into the Fengtian Hall on the west side of Longshou Palace, and watched silently as the Supreme Emperor carved a seal tablet and placed it on it.
"Old Wei is gone too. Who will play chess with me and talk about the past and the present with me in the future?"
He suddenly turned around, his eyes were red, and there was no trace of the tax profits from the past.
"Jia Cong, go and tell the fourth child that Wei Qinghe will be posthumously named Duke and posthumously named Wenzheng..."
While speaking, the old emperor shed tears. Dai Quan and Jia Cong stepped forward to help him, but they saw him waving his hands: "Go, go, let me be alone!"
Boom, boom, boom, boom...
The bells echoed throughout the capital. On the twenty-fourth day of the winter month in the sixth year of Yuanyou, Wei Qinghe, the Duke of Linjiang and the Duke of Linjiang, died in Imperial City Cabinet Value Room.
On the order of the Supreme Emperor, the emperor decreed that Wei Qinghe should be granted the title of Fengtian Yiyunpian, a sincere and upright civil servant, Xingguo Gong, Taifu, posthumous title Wenzheng, and be buried with the imperial mausoleum and enshrined in the Taimiao.
The emperor ordered his eldest son Wei Erming to ascend the throne without being demoted. From the twenty-fifth to the twenty-seventh of the winter lunar month, he would not go to court for three days, and the Ministry of Industry ordered the construction of a mausoleum according to the county-king system.
Relatives of the royal family in Beijing, nobles of the martial arts and civil and military officials all went to the Wei Mansion to offer sacrifices. Liu Shuo, the fifth son of the emperor, was ordered to express condolences, and his nephew and son paid homage and kept vigil.
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With the sudden death of Wei Qinghe, the operation of the center obviously slowed down a bit, and several other cabinet ministers in the past had not yet felt it. But on the first day after leaving the court, whether it was the second assistant Qi Bohan or Zhou Jiong and others, they immediately felt a little powerless.
Especially with the military commanders of the Metropolitan Governor's Office, there are always various frictions in handling military affairs.
On the twenty-fifth day of the winter lunar month, the emperor came to Wei Mansion to offer sacrifices. As I approached the Wei Mansion, I saw a long sacrificial procession in front of the door. There were not only hundreds of officials and nobles, but also hundreds of people dressed in sackcloth.
The walls of the Wei Mansion were covered with poems in memory of Wenzong. The Long Guards originally wanted to drive away the crowd as a precaution but were stopped by the emperor.
He did not continue riding, but got off the chariot despite the heavy snow and walked slowly along the wall.
Outside the Dragon Guard's human wall, the people bowed down one after another. The emperor nodded and began to read the poems on the wall.
There are both new poems and old words. The students used a poem to express their sadness and respect for Wei Qinghe.
The emperor just read one by one. The people who bowed down were sobbing softly, and the emperor couldn't help but shed tears.
"Now that we have lost the Wei family, it feels like we have lost an arm with Daxia. I am sad and sighing, but I hope that Master Wei's legacy will last forever!"
"Your Majesty, my condolences. We will carry out Wei Wenzheng's legacy and worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness!"
Seven days later, the Wei Mansion moved the spirit to the west mountain. The prince held the flag, the ministers held the spirit, and all the houses in the capital set up roadside sacrifices.
At the beginning of Chenshi, Jia Cong was ordered to send the spirit out of the city on behalf of the crown prince Liu Hong. He wore sackcloth and mourning, and carried the coffin out of the palace with the children of the Wei family. Put it on the carriage and hold the white silk to send the spirit off.
The procession to send off the spirit did not leave the city directly, but left the Wei Mansion, went north along Zhengyang Street, and enjoyed a royal road ceremony outside the Daxia Gate of the imperial city for all the people to pay their respects and see them off.
The Supreme Emperor fell ill. Emperor Liu Heng put on plain clothes, tied hemp silk around his waist, held incense, bowed and cried bitterly. The ministers lined up on both sides to offer sacrifices to Wei Wenzheng.
At the end of the hour, the Jingyang bell rang again, Wei Wenzheng's coffin came out from Daxia Gate, mournful music played, paper money flew up in the wind, and tens of thousands of people on both sides of the road knelt down and cried bitterly.
Someone in the crowd began to recite the poem that Jia Cong once wrote for Wei Qinghe: "Thousands of hammers are struck out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it is nothing. Don't be afraid of your bones being broken into pieces, you must leave your innocence in the world."
The construction of the imperial mausoleum has just begun, and Wei Qinghe's coffin is temporarily in the side hall of the imperial mausoleum in Xishan.
The emperor ordered a stele and a biography of Wei Wenzheng to be engraved on it for future generations to admire.
Wei Wenzhenggong, who first started teaching, educated talents all over the world for his country. Later he became an official, possessing both civil and military skills and extraordinary resourcefulness. Presiding over the government and sending troops to guard the borders are all related to the safety of the country and the great hope of the times.
He once entered the enemy camp alone, denounced the barbarian chiefs angrily, and beheaded all the tribesmen who refused to submit to the Khan's tent, thus frightening all the tribes from violating the power of God. He has been in charge of the Central Committee for nearly ten years and has solved difficulties for the country several times. He has devoted his whole life to doing everything he knows. Gai Gong's talents are not exhausted. Regardless of their economics, who has the merit and the plan?
He is a famous person when he comes out, and he is a famous person everywhere. Happiness comes after others and worries come first. According to the latitude and latitude of heaven and earth, the posthumous title should be appropriate. He is so virtuous and accomplished, and his achievements are unprecedented. It is passed down in detail, and the law is eternal. The great man is dead now, and the country is worried.
Loyalty to the ruler and country, righteousness to relatives and friends, safety in advance and retreat, and no change in one's ambitions. Stand upright and understand this. The great people of ancient times forgot themselves and favored the people. Which one, sir, only concerns the people? Eat and drink in dreams, all over the world.
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Wei Qinghe left, and the emperor was not used to his death without warning.
He was used to having a talented person like Wei Qinghe in the central government to assist in government affairs. No matter who was in charge of government affairs in the current cabinet, he felt that it was quite lacking.
Qi Bohan waited for several days but could not wait for the emperor's imperial edict. He became anxious and secretly instructed his officials to submit a request for the edict.
Unexpectedly, the emperor was angry in court on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month and demoted the man to Yazhou as county magistrate. Subsequently, upon the decree of His Highness, the ministers submitted a letter to recommend the candidate for the chief minister of the cabinet.
As a result, Qi Bohan, who was originally confident, immediately realized that something was wrong, and secretly contacted Shu party members to win over courtiers from all departments. I didn't want to completely anger the emperor who already regretted losing Wei Qinghe just because of this move.
On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, an imperial edict suddenly arrived at Qi Mansion. He dismissed Qi Bohan's position as assistant minister of the cabinet and bachelor of Wenhua Palace, and moved to Fujian Province as Zuo Buzong Envoy.
There was no charge even, and Xia Shouzhong was only asked to send a handwritten note to the emperor: Master Wei puts the world first before himself, and you put yourself first before the world. Mature becomes a virtuous person? What is virtuous? Is he worthy of the position of chief assistant?
At the same time, the cabinet minister Chu Bangzheng was also moved out, leaving only the good old man Zhou Jiong and the minister Xia Lingxing in the cabinet.
On the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Jingyang Bell rang in the palace.
All the civil and military officials of the seventh rank and above in Beijing entered the palace and held a court meeting in Fengtian Hall.
The emperor decreed that Zhou Jiong should succeed him as the first assistant of the cabinet and the bachelor of Zhongji Palace, and that Jin Xialingxing should be the second assistant of the cabinet and the bachelor of Jianji Palace.
Recommended by the courtiers and approved by the emperor, Guo Peigui, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, was appointed as an assistant minister of the cabinet and a bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion. Wen Tongxuan, Shangshu of the Household Department of Jin Dynasty, was an assistant minister of the cabinet and a bachelor of Wuyingdian.
He Yaomin, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites of Jin Dynasty, is the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and Lin Ruhai, the left minister of the Ministry of Husbandry of Jin Dynasty, is the minister of the Ministry of Hubu.
At this point, the once popular Shu Party and Zhejiang Party fell into a trough as Qi Bohan and Chu Bangzheng moved to the left. The new chief minister of the cabinet, Zhou Jiong, not only has a soft personality, but is also over sixty-five years old. The power of the central government has gradually transferred to Xia Lingxing, who is ambitious about new policies.
Wen Tongxuan, who had been the God of Wealth in Daxia for more than ten years, had a suitable successor, and he finally became prime minister at the age of fifty-six.
The emperor ordered the cabinet and officials from the six departments to enter the Qinzheng Hall to discuss matters, and Jia Cong walked out of the hall slowly.
The heavy snow that had been falling for more than half a month finally stopped. The clouds on the sky gradually dispersed, and the sun shone on the earth through the gaps in the clouds.
Jia Cong murmured to himself: "Old man, you left in such a hurry. I didn't even have time to tell you that the Ministry of Household Affairs has already calculated the harvest for this season. The grain output in Gyeonggi is enough to fill the stomachs of people in several provinces in the north. By next winter, there will be no more famine in Great Summer. Your old wish will soon come true!"
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The end of the sixth year of Yuanyou's reign was not peaceful at all. With the transfer of cabinet power, the DPRK itself was in a period of turmoil.
Just after the Lunar New Year, an eight-hundred-mile emergency came from the west. The Crown Prince Liu Hong was attacked by an unidentified army when he was inspecting Hexi. Fortunately, he followed the Imperial Guards and fought to the death, and the Crown Prince was safely transported to Lanzhou Prefecture.
Later, after investigation by Hexi army scouts, it was discovered that the men who assassinated the king were the troops under the command of the Prince of Xining County. Tens of thousands of troops in Hexi were furious after hearing this, and requested an order to send troops to Xining to suppress the rebels.
The emperor ordered Qi Wenhua, the king of Xining County, to enter the palace. Qi Wenhua dared to admit this and said that he would blame others.
Immediately, the palace issued an order to imprison a number of people from the Xining County Prince's Palace, and sent the Third Division to Hexi to investigate the matter. At the same time, the governor's office was ordered to integrate the imperial troops and prepare to leave the capital.
Lin Ruhai, the Minister of Household Affairs, was so busy that it was not until New Year's Eve that he could send enough food and grass out of the capital.
This year is destined to be unsettled. The Zhengdan Dynasty on the first day of the Lunar New Year has not yet ended. Another eight hundred miles from Hexi Province, Xining County Prince Mansion Yan emperor was coerced by a traitor and killed Xining County Prince Qi Wenhua. The 80,000 troops under his command supported Qi Wenhua's younger brother and commander of the Xining Guards, Qi Wenliang, to succeed to the throne, spread the word to the world, and officially launched an army to clear the side.
Prince Liu Hong has taken charge of the military and political affairs in Hexi, dispatched troops and generals in Lanzhou, and sent three troops to Xining to quell the rebellion.
Jia Cong knew it was time to leave the capital, so he asked for orders from the Bendang Palace to lead his troops to help. For a time, the generals in the Golden Palace took the initiative to ask for help, hoping to leave the capital to quell the rebellion.
The emperor looked at the kneeling generals in the palace and nodded with satisfaction.
"The decree was passed, and the prince of the county was made the general of Pingxi by the Taiwei of the capital. The prince of Yongfeng, Jia Cong, was appointed as the military supervisor. He led 30,000 forbidden troops out of the capital and went to Hexi to quell the rebellion."
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The emperor's sudden edict not only shocked the ministers in the palace, but also shocked the silent prince Teng to the point of being at a loss.
Since the last time Wang Zisheng was involved in a major corruption case and he was banned from the palace, if it were not for the Zhengdan Dynasty, he would not even be qualified to go to court.
I didn’t expect that this time I would lead the troops out of Beijing to counter the rebellion, and I would also partner with Jia Cong...
The court meeting ended in a hurry, and the emperor announced Prince Teng and Jia Cong into the Qinzheng Hall. Wang Ziteng was still thinking about the reason for the emperor's move, but he heard the emperor on the dragon throne say coldly: "I know that you have many connections with the Zhen family, the Huo family, the Shui family, and the Qi family, but you always withdraw at the last moment without really realizing it." Get involved in rebellion."
The emperor's words made Prince Teng's back almost soaked with cold sweat, but then he heard a glimmer of hope.
"I told you clearly today that this is your last chance to put down the rebellion in Xining Mansion and completely conquer the Western Region for me, so that the Wang family can survive. Wang Ziteng, do you hear me clearly?"
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I’ll stop here today and continue tomorrow. Good night.
(End of chapter)
