An hour later, Zhao Yang returned to the palace and met Zhao Zhen in Chui Gong Hall.
"Have you settled down, Goro Taneke?"
Zhao Zhen was a little surprised and asked casually.
"It's settled." Zhao Yang told what happened in the camp and then said, "...there was a small mistake, but it's not a big problem. On the contrary, if Zhong E can win, he will be more and more recognized by the sergeant. .”
"Well, he is worthy of being the son of Zhong Shiheng, and he has courage." Zhao Zhen nodded and praised, then asked curiously: "Then you are back now? It's still early, why don't you go to your technical department?"
Zhao Yang blinked and said: "How can I have the leisure right now? Why don't I spend some energy to deal with the coming storm?"
Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, with a playful smile on his face: "Did Cao Yi remind you? Do you regret it?"
"What do you regret?" Zhao Yang said indifferently: "What I said is the truth."
"Ha." Zhao Zhen chuckled and said noncommittally: "Then you should think carefully about how to deal with the aftermath. I won't help you."
Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's just that the officials don't want to help openly. Otherwise, why would I be given the right to speak rightly yesterday? I know the enemy... no, I know the minister is superior."
Zhao Zhen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pretending to be calm and said: "It's rare to hear a kind word from your mouth... I just don't want to be remonstrated by the officials again. Besides, it won't help anything you say nice things."
"I understand, I understand." Zhao Yang smiled and said goodbye.
After walking out of the palace, Wang Zhongzheng suggested: "Yuan Wai Lang, why don't you send someone to the city to find out the news?"
"No need."
Zhao Yang shook his head. After all, he also knew how huge the impact of his remarks yesterday was. He looked into the distance and thought: "This matter...can't be stopped. Otherwise, if the officials are worried about my mischief, how can they be willing to do it?" Give me the right to speak rightly? Haven’t you guessed that this matter is bound to cause a big fuss? Instead of doing some useless work, it’s better to make a careful calculation..."
"Should we invite Fan Xiaoguan?" Chen Li suggested.
Zhao Yang hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's better not to involve Mr. Chunren in this matter..."
It's not that he doesn't believe Fan Chunren, he just doesn't want to involve the latter.
After all, he is not afraid of offending the entire literati class, but the Fan family and his son will still have to hang out in the literati circle in the future.
"Let's go and do some calculations."
"yes."
The group of people came to the small hall on the west side of Chui Gong Hall and discussed countermeasures.
In the Song Dynasty, when information spread slowly, it would take a few days at the earliest for a piece of news to spread in Bianjing.
But this time it was different. This time Zhao Yang's remarks in the military were really too explosive and conflicted with the domestic culture of "valuing civility over military affairs". Although from a rational point of view, these words are not out of line, but Many literati and students obviously would not agree with this.
Early this morning, when Zhao Yang led Zhong E to the Dianqiansi military camp, this incident first spread in the Privy Council.
In the Song Dynasty system, there were "two yamen and three divisions" - that is, the palace division, the guard horse division, and the guard infantry division. They had the power to dispatch troops but had no power to dispatch them. On the contrary, the Privy Council had the power to dispatch troops but not to control them. The two check and balance each other, but are inextricably linked.
Most of the Guard Ma Si and Guard Bu Si were stationed all over the country. Let’s not mention it for the moment, let’s just talk about the Dian Qian Si and the Privy Council. In the military camp of the Dian Qian Si, there were actually civil servants serving the Privy Council, and even generals and generals.
After all, the Privy Council is a huge imperial institution. In addition to the main institutions such as the Privy Council and the Secret Council, it also has dozens of small offices such as the Privy Council Room 5, the Military Room, the Officials Room, the Household Room, the Ceremony Room, the Penal Room, and the Twelve Rooms. Department, anything related to the military position is basically involved with the Privy Council.
Including the warehouses, stables, granaries, etc. of each guard regiment in the military camp in front of the palace, there are also miscellaneous officials affiliated with the Privy Council who are in charge of the number.
Although these miscellaneous officials cannot be said to have civil or military positions at all, given the current climate of the Song Dynasty, these people obviously would not classify themselves as military positions. As long as one of these people spread Zhao Yang's words yesterday to the Privy Council , these remarks will explode throughout the Privy Council.
In fact, it was word of mouth from these people that spread Zhao Yang's remarks to the Privy Council.
At first, it was only discussed among the grassroots government officials, but then it quickly spread to all departments, then to each house, and then to each courtyard. In just half a day, even Song Xiang, who served as the privy envoy, learned about the matter. , greatly surprised.
He frowned and asked the Privy Council officer who reported the matter to him: "Is this really true?"
"It's absolutely true, Prime Minister." The official replied: "This morning we have been talking about it in various departments and rooms under the Privy Council. It is said that the news came from the military camp in front of the palace... It's just a commander. How dare you say such things."
Song Xiang glanced at him and said calmly: "A mere commander? Have you seen this person? How did you know that he was just a commander?"
"Huh?" the clerk said in surprise: "Does the Prime Minister know this person?"
Song Xiang chuckled softly and said calmly: "This person's name is Zhao Yang. His origin is unknown. For some reason, he is deeply trusted by the officials. He is worshiped as Wailang, the Secretary of the Ministry of Industry... Yesterday, he was given the title of Youzhengyan..."
"Ah? Could it be the one who taught Zhang Yaozuo a lesson before and made a big fuss in Kaifeng Mansion?" The officer was startled and shrank his head.
"Well." Song Xiang nodded slightly and ordered, "Tell each hospital, each room, and each department not to talk about this matter outside. If this person is offended, I can't protect them."
"The Prime Minister is joking." The official didn't seem to believe it.
Do you think I'm joking with you?
Song Xiang glanced at the man displeased, frowned and said, "Why don't you go quickly?"
"Uh...yes."
The officer then realized that Song Xiang was not joking and hurriedly went to deliver the message.
Watching the man's leaving figure, Song Xiang stroked his beard thoughtfully.
As the chief of the Privy Council, he was not afraid of Zhao Yang, but he just felt it was unnecessary.
Just like Qian Mingyi, he was humiliated in public by that kid in the end, so why bother?
Of course, he also understood that even if he issued an order, he would not be able to prevent the matter from continuing to spread, whether it was his Privy Council or other government offices, but these had nothing to do with him. After all, he had already made his attitude clear. In the future, that kid No one can blame him.
And the facts were just as he expected. By noon, the incident had spread rapidly. On the one hand, it spread in various government offices of the imperial court, and on the other hand, it spread in Bianjing City. The speed of news spread increased exponentially.
Among the various yamen in the imperial court, the Sansi yamen was the quickest to learn about it, and it was immediately reported to the main yamen; here in Bianjing City, Kaifeng Mansion also quickly received the news.
When the government official reported the matter to Qian Mingyi, Qian Mingyi was a little surprised: "When did it happen?"
"It is said that it came from the military camp in front of the palace yesterday afternoon, and it has reached the city today." The official replied.
"Okay, okay." Qian Mingyi was overjoyed. After cheering continuously, he suddenly said: "I said why the official suddenly gave that guy the right to speak rightly. It turned out that he expected that he was going to be impeached and didn't want to do it again. Its consequences..."
After asking the official to retreat, he paced back and forth in the government office, thinking about whether he could take advantage of this matter.
Although he had learned his lesson and did not want to offend Zhao Yang again, how could he be willing to miss it when the great opportunity for revenge was right in front of him?
What's more, tomorrow is the day of another court meeting. If he doesn't attack, there's no guarantee that he won't be humiliated in public by that kid again.
Rather than being passive at that time, it is better to take a preemptive strike.
Thinking of this, Qian Mingyi immediately wrote several invitations and sent them to the officials of the two provinces, the admonishment officer and the censor, inviting everyone to a banquet at his house that night.
