Zhao Shangshu turned a deaf ear to the various reactions from his old friends and political opponents. He only clasped his fists and said firmly:
"I believe that this case was carried out by Beidi assassins, and there should be accomplices in the court!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the room in the imperial study became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
But after a breath——
"Ha, what Mr. Zhao said is too alarmist."
When Wang Shangshu of the Ministry of Personnel reached this point, he snorted disdainfully and then continued to explain his views.
"Although Beidi has risen up and occupied the northern part of the Great Wall in recent years, in the final analysis they are just a group of barbarians. Can they be sent to the capital quietly? And how do they know how to deal with the Jinshi of our dynasty? It is really nonsense and extremely ridiculous!"
The veins on Zhao Shangshu's forehead jumped with anger. If he hadn't been in front of the emperor at this moment, he couldn't be too rude and would have greeted him with a punch.
After his old friend tried his best to suppress it, and at the same time he tried his best to endure it again and again, he was able to suppress his anger and speak, grinding his teeth and said:
"Wang Shangshu only went to Yanshan camp once to pay troops, how much does he know about Beidi? How dare you speak so brazenly in front of His Majesty?"
When Wang Shangshu heard this, he didn't even turn his head. He only glanced at Zhao Shangshu from the corner of his eye with a sneer, and said in a cool tone:
"I have never personally fought on the battlefield, but I know about those vulgar barbarians. There are books left by my predecessors, and there are various caravans traveling between Yanshan and outside. Just go to the West Market and you will hear as much as you want. Do you need to spend time with them day and night?"
Not to mention the tone of these words, even the eyes of the official minister were full of contempt and arrogance.
It seemed that the Minister Zhao who was arguing with him was no less vulgar than a barbarian and needed to draw a clear line with him.
In fact, this kind of prejudice and emotion was already unique to one person, but it was the opposition between civil servants and generals that gradually formed over two generations in the entire Zhou Dynasty.
And it was not just the civil servants who looked down upon the generals who fought bloody battles, treating them as rough men who only knew how to fight with their fists. The military generals also looked down on the scholars who were high in the temples, and regarded them as cowards who were powerless and could only point fingers and talk.
This momentum has become more and more intense this year, and it has even begun to faintly affect the marriages and other daily affairs of the aristocratic families in Beijing.
It is not uncommon for wealthy families in Beijing, dominated by scholars, to ridicule families with military backgrounds, openly or covertly.
However, this long-standing disadvantage cannot be reversed in a day or two.
Emperor Xuande sighed secretly and spoke in time, interrupting the situation that was about to get worse.
"What is the basis for Zhao Aiqing's statement?"
He always pays attention to the outcome of things, and asking him now is to let the ministers in front of him speak freely. Why does he care about whether there is evidence?
But anyway, there is no need to insert these words. I'm afraid that the two of them, Zhao and Wang, are very likely to get angry and start fighting in front of him today.
Tsk, if it really develops to this point, it will be a headache.
Emperor Xuande smiled bitterly in his heart and gave Zhao Shangshu a meaningful look.
Zhao Shangshu was clenching a pair of iron fists, his eyes blazing, waiting for Wang Shangshu to accumulate strength. When he suddenly heard these words, he was stunned for a moment, remembering that this was not the time to argue with Wang.
When he turned to look at Emperor Xuande, he was startled by his superior's lowered gaze, and his heart felt warm for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Shangshu had exhausted all his strength, bowed respectfully to his superiors, clasped his fists, and replied:
"Your Majesty, I have evidence."
This was beyond Emperor Xuande's expectation, "Oh, dear, please tell me."
When the prime minister of the dynasty was assassinated in the street, this made him extremely embarrassed. When he first heard about it, he almost exploded with anger.
But Emperor Xuande also knew very well that for such a major case that had been planned for a long time and successfully succeeded, there would be no clues in a short while. If the murderer is such a fool, it will be difficult for him to win a battle in his impregnable capital city!
He still has some confidence. Therefore, I was very surprised that Zhao Shangshu was able to find conclusive evidence in such a short time.
But at this moment——
Ding, ding!
A very clear crashing sound suddenly echoed in the imperial study room with only five people.
However, before the sound sounded, everyone was waiting attentively for Zhao Shangshu's next words, and no one moved at all!
Zhao Shangshu, who had been bloody on the battlefield for many years and was far more alert than anyone else in the room, was stunned for less than a breath. He strode straight to Emperor Xuande without any explanation, and at the same time warned:
"Your Majesty is in danger! You..."
Emperor Xuande was also startled by the sudden noise, but after being stunned for a moment, his reaction speed was almost as fast as Zhao Shangshu's. Just before the other party took the second step, he had already raised his hands, shook his head and smiled awkwardly. road:
"It's okay, I accidentally kicked something next to my foot."
After finishing speaking, Emperor Xuande immediately coughed slightly and interrupted Zhao Shangshu who wanted to continue talking.
"Zhao Aiqing, wait a minute. If what Aiqing said before is fully supported, this matter cannot wait."
When Emperor Xuande said this, he glanced at the other people in the room and said seriously:
"The matters just mentioned will be classified as confidential from now on, and no one should say a word to others."
Who dares not to obey the emperor's solemn words and the edicts he personally issued?
The four people at the bottom of the steps bowed their heads solemnly and respectfully before the words were spoken.
After the procedure was completed, everyone looked up. Emperor Xuande raised his hand, touched his chin, and said as if on a whim:
"It's rare that there are so many people this time. Listening to what Zhao Aiqing just said, you still don't have a clue about the details of the spy?"
After Zhao Shangshu heard this, he immediately bowed and responded.
Emperor Xuande nodded and said with a smile:
"That's just right. Today's secret discussion ends here. Zhao Shangshu went to the side hall and wrote down his unfinished words in a note. Other dear ministers, including Zhao Aiqing, Zhente Zhun'er, etc., found suspicious people in the court. When something happens, you have the right to report it directly.”
Except for imperial envoys and officials, no one in this dynasty has received this honor, at least not on the surface.
At this moment, the official minister straightened his back proudly. Feichun, the minister of Honglu Temple, flushed with excitement. Mr. Liao, the minister of Dali Temple, was the first to accept the order in a graceful manner.
After a slight pause, Zhao Shangshu frowned and followed Lord Liao's footsteps.
After sending away everyone in the imperial study, Emperor Xuande's face darkened, he tapped the table in front of him, and said coldly without concealing his anger:
"How long do you want to hide for? Do you want me to invite you to take care of me?"
Emperor Xuande became angrier as he spoke. Finally, he simply controlled his intensity, slammed the table, and shouted angrily in a low voice:
"This is nonsense! Get out of here!"
If he wasn't worried about the old man Zhao who had not left next door, and the face of that little brat, well, including his own... why was he so aggrieved, unable to feel free even when he was angry? !
Speaking of which, these past few days, everything really didn't make him happy...
Thinking of this, along with the creaking sound from the wall, Emperor Xuande grabbed the red silk inkstone on the table with one hand. But after taking a deep breath, he loosened and tightened his hand again and changed it to the white porcelain pen washer on the side.
His gaze turned from the nanmu penholder to the source of the creaking sound behind him, on the right side of the bookshelf.
Eyesight, hands-on.
only--
"Danyang?!"
