Huang Qiong's expression changed slightly when he saw the emperor coming over at some unknown time. While he quickly knelt down to say goodbye, he couldn't help but secretly curse himself for being too focused. Even the emperor walked to the door and stood outside listening for a long time, but he didn't notice at all. All these years of hard work have been wasted.
Huang Qiong knelt down to the visitor, and Jia Quan, who was talking eloquently over there, could only kneel down immediately. Although the visitor has not yet revealed his identity, besides the current emperor, who else could possibly make Huang Qiong, the Ninth Prince, kneel down? But after Jia Quan knelt down, his back was completely wet with cold sweat in the shortest possible time.
He was not sure how much the Ninth Five-Year Master in front of him had heard of his previous words. But one thing he knew was that there were many taboos in his previous words. What's more, since he has no official position, he can discuss state affairs without permission. If the emperor pursues this matter, then he will be in serious trouble.
Although this dynasty does not pay attention to punishment for words, if some people say too much that violates taboos, I think the emperor will not be too soft when he kills people like himself. What's more, I am talking about state affairs as a civilian. If the emperor is really serious, he will not be able to escape the crime of making irresponsible remarks about state affairs.
What Jia Quan never expected was that the emperor just glanced at him lightly, raised his hand to signal them to get up, then turned his head and carefully looked at Huang Qiong's room, which was full of things and everywhere. The study room of books is up. He didn't pay much attention to Jia Quan. This undoubtedly made Jia Quan breathe a huge sigh of relief.
Seeing that the emperor turned his attention to the hanging on the wall of the study room, when he, the prince, had nothing to do on weekdays, he could imitate the handwriting of the people in the study room of the former Tang Dynasty that was almost fake. Jia Quan secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, knowing that this matter was over.
Jia Quan breathed a sigh of relief, while Huang Qiong over there was carefully accompanying the emperor while wondering why his father, the emperor, came uninvited today. I once heard King Yong mention that I, the emperor, never came to any prince's house. Even among the current princes, he has never been to the Prince of Shu's palace, which is the most favored one.
As the emperor, I came to my house for no reason today, so I must not be idle. My father-in-law always believed that he was the most diligent emperor among all the emperors in the Qi Dynasty. At this time, instead of burying his head in the pile of memorials and running to his own mansion with nothing to do, this is not like the behavior of the emperor at all.
As the saying goes, night owls come to the house for whatever they want. This old man himself is not the kind of person who makes random decisions. Huang Qiong thought about the recent events for a while. The old man still had some grace time for the clan matter, so he didn't bother him to make a special trip.
Since the clan matter is impossible, then it should be the conflict between him and Jing Zhaoyin two days ago. Huang Qiong knew that with the eyes and ears of the old man beside him, there was absolutely no way that what happened that day could be hidden from his eyes. Since I have known it for a long time, but the old man came to me today, even for this matter, is it a little too much?
Even if we want to verify the investigation results, we should go to Jingzhao Mansion, right? Why come here to yourself? Isn't this inviting trouble to yourself? If this was discovered by the prince's group of dogs, it might cause a lot of trouble. Could it be that, as an old man, he really just enjoys watching the fun and not taking it too seriously?
It's just that unless Huang Qiong's skin is really itchy, it can only be a belly talk. Not only could he not say it, but he also said respectfully: "The people in your residence are stupid and do not know the beauty of heaven. I have neglected my etiquette and did not greet you in advance. Please forgive me for my rudeness."
"It's not their fault for this. I didn't let them report it. After reviewing the memorial today, I felt a little depressed. Suddenly I remembered that day, you suggested that it was a good idea to go outside the palace to relax, so I took a few people out. It’s gone around. It’s just a way to get to you, there’s nothing to make a fuss about.”
"If I had informed you in advance, you would have planned to pick up the driver, and once the noise was big, what's the point? I just wandered around like this, which is really relaxing." Regarding Huang Qiong's words, The emperor waved his hand to show that he didn't care. However, after a brief explanation, the emperor sat down on the chair behind the desk, seemingly unintentionally but obviously intentionally.
The terms drafted by Huang Qiong and the terms revised by Jia Quan were now on the desk. Seeing these two articles, the emperor seemed to pick them up easily, but in fact he had already focused on the articles and started reading them. Seeing the emperor's behavior, Huang Qiong curled his lips without any trace.
Stopping by, the emperor can really say this. There are only six royal palaces on this street, except for the Prince's East Palace and Prince Yong's Palace, which is slightly further away from the palace. Almost all the residences of the princes who have left the palace are on this street. There are so many palaces, why don't you see the emperor going to other people's homes?
Especially the palace of the sick Prince Zhao, which is almost next door to me. Why don't you, the father, go and visit it? Seeing him, the emperor, pretending to be pretentious, Huang Qiong could only roll his eyes helplessly. As for the way he picked up the two notebooks and looked at himself, Huang Qiong was not surprised at all.
However, since the old man was a bit clumsy and was obviously an excuse to fool himself, Huang Qiong could only bite the bullet and pretend to believe it. Otherwise, what else can be done? Drive me, the emperor, out of my house? Even if Huang Qiong had the courage, he wouldn't dare to do that.
Huang Qiong also knew that the old man might have been eyeing these two articles since he heard the discussion between him and Jia Quan. I just picked it up and read it now, and the old man's patience was enough. But when the emperor picked up these two documents, Huang Qiong and Jia Quan over there looked at each other, and both saw deep worry in each other's eyes.
Jia Quan still had a good idea of whether the emperor would adopt his master's original, unmodified terms. Judging from his approach to the emperor's administration, he would definitely not adopt his prince's overly radical proposition. Jia Quan was worried about the emperor's attitude towards the agreement.
Especially the emperor, will he bring that document into the palace? It would be okay if only the emperor read this clause, but once it leaks out, his master will become the mortal enemy of clans and officials all over the world without waiting for the clause to be implemented. When the crowd sieges him, will the emperor push his master out as a scapegoat?
Naturally, the emperor would not allow this statement to leak out, but there were too many interested people in the palace. Whether it is the prince or the concubine, Jia Quan believes that it is not too difficult for them to copy a note or a document from the emperor. Even Prince Duan and Prince Jing, who are outside the domain, there are always opportunities as long as they are willing.
These masters have considerable influence in the palace. Especially the queen who has her eyes on the vacancy once the queen becomes popular, and the concubine De who has always been concerned about the position of the prince. It is simply too easy to do something in the palace. She must know that if her master took this job, in her eyes, she might have become a stumbling block for the King of Song to compete for the crown prince's position.
Compared with Jia Quan, who was worried about the leakage of the contents of the treaty, Huang Qiong was more worried about the emperor's attitude towards Jia Quan. No matter how much Jia Quan relies on him, he is still a white man after all. Even though he has a Juren status, it is still not enough for him to participate in this matter.
Although Huang Qiong also knew that Jia Quan's identity and origin were no secret at all in the eyes of his emperor. I'm afraid that on the first day when Jia Quan came to his house, I, the emperor, would investigate his identity thoroughly. How could he safely stay by his side if his identity was a little suspicious?
Therefore, Huang Qiong is not too worried about Jia Quan's identity. But when it comes to matters involving the secrets of the Tian family, even first- and second-grade officials are not allowed to participate unless they are ordered to do so, and even the secrets of the Tian family that read those files, will the old man be angry if he allows an unnamed white man to participate?
Even though the old man had heard the conversation between the two people before, he had not seen the things Jia Quan had drafted for him. Now the evidence is before the emperor. If the old man really turns his back on this matter, a person who is good at discussing state affairs will be enough to send Jia Quan to the eighteenth level of hell.
Although the old man seems to be in a good mood now, no one knows whether he will fall out of favor soon. Emperors in the past dynasties have turned against each other as if they were turning over the pages of a book. How else can we say that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger? If the old man really turns his back and takes the opportunity to chop off Jia Quan's head, what can he do to him?
It's just that the matter has come to this, and Huang Qiong also knows that no matter what the old man is thinking at the moment, he can't undo it now. The only thing he can do is to make up for the situation as much as possible. Couldn't I just step forward, snatch the two notebooks back, and then tell the old man that I was just talking nonsense?
Looking at the old man's calm face, Huang Qiong, who didn't know what the old man was thinking at the moment, could only bite the bullet and said: "These are just some immature ideas of my son, which made the father laugh. Is the father waiting for a few days?" God, let me sort it out and then submit it to my father for evaluation?"
The emperor ignored Huang Qiong's explanation. Just watching quietly, he closed the two articles for a long time and said: "You are trying to touch the roots of my Daqi. Have you ever thought about the possibility that this article of yours will trigger The consequences? You must know that although this statement is not equivalent to a formal memorial, the effect is the same as a memorial."
"Even if I stay in Zhongshu and not publish it, the Zhongshu Province and the Menxia Province still need to be archived. In other words, as soon as you make this statement, you will put yourself on the opposite side of almost all the clans, officials, and even scholars in the world. Went. Just like what your staff said, if only the officials and the gentry received the food from the same body, you would have offended the officials and scholars all over the world."
"Once the crowd gets excited, I may not be able to protect you. Your ideas are good, and I can't say that you are doing something wrong. As long as I really ignore the opposition of the officials and clans in the world and continue to implement it forcefully, the court is currently facing a dilemma. , it can be completely solved from the root."
"But governing the world is not about governing a state or a government. Everything must be based on the overall situation and political stability. As the saying goes, governing a big country is like cooking small dishes. Every decree of the court and every decision I make must not be reckless. Act. Your statement is still a bit too strict."
