At every regular meeting, several people were always carried out. This was a tradition in the Ming Empire's court, and this time should be no exception. In order to avoid harming Chi Yu, Zhu Xirong decisively hid in a corner, drank a cup of tea, and looked outside. In a world of ice and snow, her world has no romance, no wine and beautiful scenery. Zhu Xirong is not the kind of little girl who will shed tears because of sorrow and hatred. She plays the piano and enjoys the snow or composes a poem. Her former Half of her life was in the bloody world, and the second half of her life was in the turbulent court. Writing and writing were not her specialty.
Seeing the weather outside, Zhu Xirong's face was filled with sadness. People suffered when things prospered and people died when things went wrong. People were in dire straits during times of adverse events. And what about the current Ming Empire? Those who suffer from hunger will always be The common people at the bottom of the rich family are frozen to death in the smelly road of wine and meat. Even though they have been imprisoned and imprisoned for many times, they still do not lose their singing. Even though I am still unwilling to lose my heart to death, what can I do if I am poor? Twenty taels of cotton were used to cover the rags, and three pine logs were used to boil the empty pot. A winter is also a glorious day. How can you believe that there are many wonderful things in the world?
As a member of the cabinet and a rare female official in the Ming Empire, Zhu Xirong also wanted to rely on the power in her hands to change the status quo. Even if it allowed the people to have more meals and save one person from freezing to death in the cold winter, it would be herself. Great merit, but in a high position there is nothing you can do.
The ministers in the court can only form cliques, scheming for their own small interests, and can't formulate measures to benefit the people. Local officials and squires only care about their own interests. How can such a court give the Ming Empire bring hope to the people.
I take a long breath to cover my tears, lamenting the hardships of people's lives.
With a long sigh and drinking the last bit of tea, Zhu Xirong put his hands into his sleeves and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
The battlefield is still in full swing. Don't think that fighting between big men will be civilized. Beautiful women may not be immune to athlete's foot. Monkeys steal peaches, boys worship Buddha, insert eyes and throats, and several important officials in the court frequently use strange tricks. Basically, they compete with local ruffians. Fighting is no different.
Although the three princes are military generals and usually exercise regularly, after all, their age makes them less harmful. People cannot accept old age.
Among the three civil servants, except Li Yutang, who is old and has almost zero force value, the other three, Liu Wenzheng, Zhang Songhe and Li Jinchen, are still less than fifty and are still at their peak period of force. On average, the two sides are about the same strength, and it is difficult to tell them apart at the moment. Win or lose.
It was really not a place for people to stay outside. Although it was very warm in the car, Zhu Xiluo still liked to stay in the concubine's bedroom. In order to end this annoying regular meeting early, Zhu Xiluo got out of the car and took a big step without waiting for Hao Liande's support. Walking towards the house, Zhu Xiluo was stunned by the scene inside the house before his front feet even touched the ground.
Duke Dingguo and Li Jinchen are powerful factions, and the battle is very fierce. You throw me a tea cup, and I will throw the tea cup back. You throw the stool over, and I will return it. You come and I go, and the tea cup breaks. The legs of the stool were broken, and there was nothing intact within three feet around the two of them, including the two closest combatants, Duke Zhen Guo Qian Song was riding on Li Yutang, his hands just holding Li Yutang's neck. , Li Yutang had less air coming out and less air coming in at the moment, but Li Yutang was not the kind of person who would easily sit back and wait for death. He had to use a backrest before dying. He took full advantage of his height and arm length and stuffed money into his fingers. Song's nostrils, another pair of fingers were trying to insert into Qian Song's eyes. Fortunately, Qian Song kept dodging, otherwise his eyes would be blinded, and the Minister of Hubu would have no choice but to let Xian.
After all, the British public is a fierce man who dares to fight the landlord with a knife. His strength should not be underestimated. One man is against two. He clamps Zhang Songxi with his legs and locks Liu Wenzheng tightly with his elbow and throat. Zhang Songxi and Liu Wenzheng's faces are red and vague. There are veins popping out on his forehead, and the British male's face is not very good-looking. Although there are no veins on his forehead, you can still see beads of sweat. In this room without air conditioning or heating, the possibility of sweating even during strenuous exercise is high. It's not very big, and the British Duke is obviously not hot. I boldly guess that it must be painful, and he is crying bitterly, because Liu Wenzheng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, is holding the little Duke hard with one hand. As expected of the battlefield, he likes to kill prisoners. , is ruthless, ruthless to others, and equally ruthless to himself. The British father intends to use the rest of his life, no, his own happiness, to exchange for the old lives of Old Man Liu and Zhang Songxi, it is not a loss.
Zhu Xiluo came in and saw this scene. He patted his head with an expression of disbelief. He looked back at Hao Liande, "Hit me, no, hit yourself to see if I'm dreaming." Awake.
Well, this is not the first time and will not be the last time. Hao Liande is not surprised at all. As the commander of the Jinyi Guards, Hao Liande also knows many secrets that Zhu Xiluo does not know. For example, the Duke of Zhen Guo named a donkey raised by his family. Small hall. And Li Yutang often invites Taoist priests to perform the practice at home. There are little figures in the house, which are done once in the morning and once in the evening just like clocking in to go to work, regardless of wind or rain, and even on holidays. The purpose is self-evident. Put a little figure in it to curse you to death.
And Zhang Luzi even scolded the four ministers in many public places for giving birth to sons without holes and giving birth to daughters without holes.
Well, Song Qian and Li Jinchen had already had several fights in the streets and alleys, which finally alerted the police patrolling the city.
Zhang Songhe's home often has a lot of excrement for no apparent reason. So much so that the owner of the Zhang family has been losing his appetite.
I don’t know how many lifetimes of hatred for killing their fathers and taking away their wives have made these people so unresponsive in this life. Is it just because of the different political views between civil and military people?
"Your Majesty is here, everyone, please stop." Hao Liande stepped forward and stopped him loudly.
Well, I guess everyone is too involved, or they are really fired up. Regardless of the winner or loser, this battle will never end. No one stopped and continued to use their most advantageous moves.
"What are you still doing? Pull them away quickly." Seeing that shouting to stop was useless, Zhu Xiluo hurriedly ordered the guards in front of the door.
A dozen guards grabbed each one and finally separated them. Some had bloody noses, some had holes in their clothes, and some had their hair and beards cut out. The battle is still ongoing, and no one is taking advantage.
"Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me," Zhang Luzi fell to his knees when he saw Zhu Xiluo, tears streaming down his face. "Liu Wenzheng bullies people too much. I kindly gave him tea, but he beat me."
Forehead. Well, big shots also like to confuse right and wrong and point out that the deer calls for the horse thief to catch the thief. However, a child who can cry has milk to eat.
Seeing a man as old as Zhang Luzi with tears and runny noses crying like a child of three or five years old, Zhu Xiluo had already sided with Zhang Luzi in his heart.
"Mr. British, please get up first. Isn't it shameful for such a big man to cry?" Zhu Xiluo stepped forward to help him.
Fat people tend to be soft-hearted when they are fat.
"No, Your Majesty, that's not the case. Please listen to my explanation." After hearing the British villain's first complaint, Liu Wenzheng hurriedly defended, "Zhang Luzi is not a human being, he lied."
"Okay, we are officials in the same dynasty. If there is no big deal, we will fight. Where is this? This is the place where major affairs of the world are discussed. Every word and deed of yours is seen by the people of the Ming Empire. You make me very happy. "Disappointed." Zhu Xiluo pointed at everyone with expressions of hatred and hope that the child would become a dragon and eventually become a worm.
"Your Majesty, it was the British prince who made the first move." Li Yutang and Li Jinchen also wanted to step forward to defend themselves.
Zhu Xiluo waved his hand impatiently, "It doesn't matter who is right or wrong. What is important is that you did inappropriate things in inappropriate places. Well, in order to set an example by others, remember the past and the future. Don’t get any salary for the second half of the year, and by the way, I’ll hand over all of you for the first half of the year as punishment.” ,
"Your Majesty, I haven't received my salary for the first half of the year yet." When he heard that his salary was about to be deducted, Qian Song had to speak.
"That's right, that's right, I didn't take anything from the veteran either." This was the first time everyone had such a tacit understanding and nodded in agreement.
"That's the first half of last year."
"Not even in the first half of last year,"
"You have to pay even if you don't get it." Zhu Xiluo was angry. I just owe you several years of salary. What's the big deal? "Also," Zhu Xiluo pointed to the broken tea cups and rotten benches on the ground, "these are damaged. You will be responsible for compensating for the things I have lost, fifty taels for a tea cup and a hundred taels for a stool."
"Um, Your Majesty, last time a tea cup was not thirty taels, why did the price increase?" Zhang Luzi, who has paid tea cups of silver many times, has the best say. The price has indeed gone up.
"Yes, Your Majesty, this stool is just made of willow wood. It is definitely no more than 10 taels on the market. A hundred taels is too expensive." Liu Wenzheng followed Zhang Luzi and spoke.
"As much as I say. These items have been in the palace for so long. Don't they have some dragon spirit? Why are they more expensive? No more bargaining. Xiao Dezi, you can handle this matter. After the regular meeting, go door to door. Collect it from me, not a penny less." Zhu Xiluo made a final decision and it was settled.
"Yes, I obey the order," Hao Liande looked at the ministers with a smile, "Everyone, you can hand over what you have now. It's freezing outside, so please be considerate of me, haha."
"Pa" Zhang Luzi took out the banknotes from his arms, "I just broke two tea cups, and I also have my salary. These are three hundred taels. There is no need to look for them. I will buy more for Brother Hao Lian at that time." Drinking."
"Haha, I would like to thank the British father for his kindness." Hao Liande accepted it with a smile, and did not pretend to refuse because Zhu Xiluo was present.
"Pa" Qian Song followed closely, "I just broke a stool. This is my fine."
"Pa, this is mine." Duke Dingguo also took out the money.
The four ministers looked at each other in confusion. Who would bring so many banknotes to the court for a meeting?
"What, Your Majesty, the old minister didn't bring any money?" Li Yutang blushed a little. After all, as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, the buying and selling of officials was carried out under his auspices. If you just scratch it, it is not a small amount, and Li Yutang's salary is also The highest person in the Ming Empire, it is a shame to be unable to get money for any reason.
"Your Majesty, I came in a hurry this morning and didn't bring any money." Li Jinchen waved his sleeves to express that he was penniless.
"I didn't bring any with me," Liu Wenzheng also said that he had no money.
"Old man Liu, you are lying," Zhang Luzi exposed Liu Wenzheng's lie, "I touched it when I was sparring with you just now. It was on the upper left side of your right chest."
"No, I didn't, I didn't bring any money." Liu Wenzheng hurriedly covered his chest.
"Oh, really, Liu Aiqing, lying can make you wet the bed." Zhu Xiluo smiled mischievously.
"Your Majesty, I really don't have any money."
"You will know if you have it after searching." After saying that, while Liu Wenzheng was not paying attention, Zhang Luzi jumped up and pressed Liu Wenzheng under him. He reached into his arms and took out a paper banknote. The movements are so smooth that I don't know how many times I have practiced them in private.
Being able to touch this thing is enough to prove that Zhang Donkey's sensory nerve endings are developed and sensitive, and he is worthy of being a donkey.
"Look, Your Majesty, what I said is right, Old Man Liu is not honest. This is not a banknote." After saying this, Zhang Luzi got up and volunteered to hand the banknote to Zhu Xiluo.
Looking at the banknote in his hand, Zhu Xiluo asked with amusement on his face, "How can Liu Aiqing explain this?"
"Your Majesty, I didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning and my head hurts. It affects the normal operation of brain cells and my memory has declined. I may have forgotten it." Squeezing out the awkward expression of a sleeping sister-in-law who was caught by her mother-in-law, Liu Wenzheng gave a pale explanation.
"It doesn't matter, everyone forgets things when they get older. It's not your fault." After saying this, Zhu Xiluo put the banknote into his sleeve.
"Holy Majesty, that's ten thousand taels. I only broke one cup. Plus my salary, ten thousand taels is a bit too much. See if you can," this was because he had just framed Zhongliang and wronged a good man yesterday to help him. Liu Wenzheng felt that Zhu Xiluo should give him change because he got this bank note only after he got away with it.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. If Liu Aiqing wants to, just break a few more tea cups."
"Uh. No need."
Zhu Xiluo turned his attention to Zhang Songhe, who was present and had not yet had a chance to speak, "Master Zhang, where is yours?"
"Holy, Your Majesty, I am an old minister from a poor family." Looking at Zhu Xiluo secretly, Zhang Songhe didn't want to pay for it.
"It doesn't matter. I heard that you still have an ancestral home in your hometown."
"Your Majesty, I will go back later and sell some furniture, calligraphy and paintings, and send the money to Eunuch Hao Lian in the afternoon."
An unprecedented battle was easily resolved by Zhu Xiluo's gentle handling. One party lost money and the other gained money. Both parties shook hands and made peace, and everyone was happy.
With tens of thousands of taels in his account easily, Zhu Xiluo smiled in his heart. If he could do this every day, he wouldn't mind the hard work. He would hold regular meetings every day, so that his internal treasury would be enriched a lot.
A woman's happiness is spending money, and a man's happiness is receiving money. Zhu Xiluo, who has made a lot of money, is in a good mood and no longer tired of getting up. Da Ma Jin Dao sits where Zhu Xirong had just sat. It was the only survivor in the room. bench.
"There will be a meeting below,"
