After flirting with spring, Yingtian City began to rub the edge of summer.
Just like a girl who has finished her errands, she always makes the city wet and the air is filled with water vapor all day long.
This is the unique rainy season in Jiangnan, and there is no room for anyone to complain.
Zhu Yunxi was still asleep on the soft big bed early in the morning when he was awakened by Mu Caiyun's cold hands.
When he woke up and looked at Tang Queqing, who had already prepared the clothes for grooming and attending court meetings, Zhu Yunxi fell back heavily in mourning.
After he finished teasing this girl Tang Queqing, she probably felt dissatisfied, so she started teasing Mu Caiyun, a little white cloud, to tease her all day long.
Watching a small white cloud, it will soon turn into evening clouds.
Zhu Yunxi felt deeply disgusted with his hateful age.
When he arrived outside the Zhongji Hall, a ray of light would be released from the horizon.
Looking back at the officials who were walking over from a distance like mummies in the Zhongji Palace Square, without any swaying in their bodies, Zhu Yunxi sighed again.
Today is neither a new year nor a holiday, it is just an ordinary and ordinary court meeting in the Ming Dynasty.
The Zhongji Hall, which is far less magnificent than the Huangji Hall, is large enough to accommodate these officials who are qualified to participate in daily court meetings.
As for those cowardly and low-ranking Beijing officials, with only two taels of rotten meat in their crotches, they are not qualified to participate in the solemn but extremely boring event of the court meeting.
Even when there was a big court meeting that used the Huangji Palace in front of them, the bunch of cowardly and incompetent officials could only stand outside the hall, listening to the voices of the elders in the hall coming from the sky and the clouds.
After entering the Zhongji Hall, Zhu Yunxi took a quick look around.
Except for a few eggless eunuchs, there were only three or four censors who had risen earlier than chickens and were about to enter the palace and be responsible for the order of the court.
He took another careful look.
After discovering that the censors responsible for the discipline and order of the court today were all cowards in the Metropolitan Procuratorate with no support, they knew that this was the old man Zhan Hui, who was the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and concurrently served as the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. It's my son's handiwork.
When Zhu Yunxi walked to his position, which was on the platform under the steps closest to the emperor's throne.
He saw the officials who had gotten up early from outside the palace and entered the palace one by one according to their rank.
The head is first, and the left and right are divided into civil and military.
Naturally, the senior officials walked at the front, so that when the dynasty was over, they would be at the back.
There are some unspoken rules that I don’t understand.
Zhu Yunxi glanced at the top civil official, Zhan Hui, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs of the Ming Dynasty, who was called the Minister of Heavenly Officials for a period of time in the Tang Dynasty.
The old man seemed to be aware of it at this time, and raised his head to glance at the emperor's grandson.
The old man bowed slightly as a courtesy.
Then he hugged the wat board, put his hands in his sleeves, narrowed his eyes in front of Zhu Yunxi, and fell asleep in the main hall!
I know what your old man's attitude is.
But being so unscrupulous is really a bit too much.
Zhu Yunxi reluctantly shook off Zhan Hui, an old man, and looked at the general train.
In front of the heads are naturally the founding Duke Chang Sheng and Liang Guo Gong Lan Yu.
The two of them seemed to be in high spirits, with the old god standing upright.
Lan Yu even adopted the posture of standing on the military platform, with her legs spread across and her brows raised.
It seems that if this is not the case, it is not enough to show that he is a powerful general in the Ming army today, but a general of the country.
Also a brainless person.
Zhu Yunxi glanced at Lan Yu indifferently, knowing that he would leave Beijing soon, so he looked at his second uncle.
When Chang Sheng saw his grandson looking over, he just nodded silently.
Everything is unspoken.
Today, the meritorious generals of the Ming Dynasty are here just to go through the motions and fill up their numbers in the Zhongji Palace.
After examining the different reactions from both the civil and military parties, Zhu Yunxi began to look for today's big grievance in the civil service train, Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites.
Don't bother, behind the few ministers is Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites.
Just looking at the old man who wanted to sit in the seat of the Minister of Rites, Zhu Yunxi immediately raised his eyebrows.
The old man did not seem to be as angry as expected, although he was not like the old man Zhan Hui, who took a nap in the main hall to catch up on his sleep. But he also looked like a wandering cloud and wild crane. When he saw Taisun staring at him, Ren Hengtai raised his head, revealing a big little face.
Then he immediately retracted his smile, lowered his head and hugged the wat board, putting his hands in his sleeves.
It seems that he has no awareness at all that today he will be the only wronged person in this hall.
When outside the hall, officials with four or five weights of rotten flesh in their crotches entered the hall and stood still on the train.
Zhu Yunxi heard behind him Sun Gou'er, the steward of the inner palace, calling for the emperor's arrival in a very deep and resonant voice.
After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had only changed into the emperor's court uniform, appeared in front of his ministers.
Behind the emperor is the current crown prince.
What surprised Zhu Yunxi was that his father did not use a wheelchair this time.
Instead, he used the trolley he had just delivered a few days ago.
The four wheels turned gurglingly, attracting everyone's attention.
Zhu Biao was calm and came to the opposite position side by side with his son with a normal expression.
As the emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang, as the biggest leader in this palace, sat firmly on the throne with his whole beard and full figure.
According to the farmer's thinking, only when the butt is done properly can the work be considered reliable.
If there were horns on the buttocks, the person would be raised to the sky.
Sun Gou'er stood in the corner, looking blankly at the civil and military officials in front of him who never looked at him seriously.
"Every official has something to report."
As soon as his old dog opened his mouth, he was like the Ming army fighting against the Yuan people on the grassland.
War drums beat, armors formed, soldiers roared, and horses neighed.
A bloodless war is about to begin.
In order to avoid being splashed with blood, the entire military squadron moved a few steps further to the edge, almost in sync with each other.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked through the palace door to the roof of Huangji Palace in front, as if he wanted to leave Yingtian City and have fun in the mud.
Zhu Biao rubbed his belly silently, feeling that the new foods his son had made in the past few days were quite unforgettable.
Zhu Yunxi's eyes were dark, and he suddenly realized that his thoughts had drifted to the sky above Xuanwu Lake, projected into the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion, and found the young aunt.
damn it!
Cursing in his heart, Zhu Yunxi hurriedly pushed this unfriendly thought to the back of his mind, clasped his hands, and lowered his head to look at the tightly-joined gold bricks on the ground.
"I have a starting point."
Amid everyone's expectations, someone finally blew the clarion call to attack at an inappropriate time, starting the war.
"allow."
In the Zhongji Hall, the emperor held the Heavenly Seal in his mouth and gave a low voice of approval, which seemed to provide the most legal evidence for this war.
Sun Baoren, the seventh-grade supervisory censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, held the wat board and spoke in a deep voice: "My lord, Sun Baoren, the supervisory censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, impeaches Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites."
"Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, has been in charge of all affairs of the Ministry of Rites since the end of the 23rd year of Hongwu. His achievements have been mediocre and all matters of the Ministry of Rites have stagnated. In the 25th year of Hongwu, during the Longevity Festival of His Majesty, the Ministry of Rites failed in its duties, and one country had two envoys, leaving a small country. Two envoys entered the court, and one envoy rushed in front of the Holy Spirit."
"This is because the Ministry of Rites did not pay attention to it, and it is because the left minister of the Ministry of Rites appointed Hengtai to eat the emperor's salary, but did not think about sharing the emperor's worries, and did nothing to prove it."
"The left minister of the Ministry of Rites was appointed to be a prosperous person, but he was mediocre and did not want to serve the country, resulting in the loss of the dignity of the country."
"I request your Majesty to severely punish Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, and thoroughly investigate the lawless and incompetent officials in the Ministry of Rites."
Before Zhu Yuanzhang, the leader of the Ming Dynasty, could speak.
In the civil service class, another person walked out holding a wat board.
"The minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zheng Xing, impeached Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites. His body was found in plain food, and the jade in the coffin was ruined. He is unfit to serve in the Ministry of Rites."
"I second my opinion."
"I second the proposal."
For a time, the entire Zhongji Hall was very lively.
The dignified Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty became the target of everyone's shouting and killing in the blink of an eye.
At the end, a heavyweight finally came out.
"Zhou Yutai, the imperial censor of Zuo Qiandu of the imperial censorship court, impeached Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, because his moral character and talent were inconsistent with his position.
The Ministry of Rites is in charge of the Ming Dynasty's education and etiquette system, but in the hands of Ren Hengtai, one country has two envoys. It can be said that it is incompetent.
I have received the emperor's favor and resided in the Imperial Court of Zuoqian and as the censor of the capital. No one dares to live up to the emperor's grace. This time I am admonishing you, Your Majesty, to expel him from the court! "
The Zuo Qian Du Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was already a senior member of the fourth rank.
In the Ming Dynasty, where ministers of various ministries and censor Zuo Du were only of the second rank, officials of the fourth rank could be said to be high-ranking officials.
There is an additional level of Beijing official dispatch. Zhou Yutai, the censor of Zuoqiandu, who is in the fourth rank, is the chief envoy in charge of the first division. Si Yamen participates in politics and becomes the deputy of the chief envoy and other feudal officials. He is in charge of the government affairs of the first division.
Or become the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture where the capital is located.
With the impeachment of Zhou Yutai, the censor of Zuo Qiandu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
In the main hall, Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao, and Zhu Yunxi all came over with attention.
I have been watching for a while. The officials in the DPRK and the Central Government were racking their brains and impeaching the three people of the old Zhu family and grandson of the great enemy Ren Hengtai without repeating their words.
Before the grandfather and grandson could speak.
Suddenly there was a burst of wailing from the civil service train that could shake the heavens and the earth, and bring down the Great Wall.
I saw Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, who was the third rank of the Ming Dynasty, already throwing away the wat tablet in his hand, and it landed with a bang at the feet of Zhou Yutai, the censor of Zuo Qiandu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, who was standing at the front of the impeachment crowd.
Despite his age, Ren Hengtai kept crying and knelt on the ground with a bang. His hands randomly pulled at the gold bricks of the Zhongji Hall twice, and he appeared in front of the three elders and grandsons of the old Zhu family.
By this time, Ren Hengtai was already full of runny nose and tears.
"Your Majesty, I am wronged!"
