Long Qing and his son continued to talk for a while, and Long Qing seemed to be in an unusually high mood. Finally, he even got up and walked to the imperial case, picking up a few memorials and explaining them to Zhu Yijun.
The emperor did not waste time explaining too specifically. He just told the prince how to distinguish which of these memorials were urgent and must be approved as soon as possible; which were major and needed to be carefully decided; which were both major and urgent, and which must be sorted out as soon as possible. If it is difficult to make a decision at the moment, or if you are cautious, you should quickly call the cabinet minister you trust or the cabinet minister who wrote the draft to come to the imperial court to summon him. In addition, you should also tell him what trivial matters and noisy matters can be left to the minister. The ceremonial supervisor approved the red ceremony as a rule.
In fact, at the level of the emperor, most of the memorials he actually received were trivial and noisy matters. Longqing gave the prince an example: For example, a certain palace reported that "there was a chaste woman in this palace. After her husband died, she fasted for twenty-one days and died. I asked the emperor to grant the chaste woman a posthumous title and build an archway."
Long Qing told the prince that things like this are typical trivial matters and should be handled by the government itself. However, due to the ancestral system of the imperial court, such chaste women and martyrs must be presented with court awards as a sign of grandeur, so it was wasted for no reason. The emperor's time - anyway, this thing was decided by Zhu Yuanzhang, and you, the later emperor, can only follow it.
But in fact, this is pretty good. There is another type of reporting on the weather. For example, the emperor came to tell the emperor, "It rained for thirteen days in this province (county) this month, one day more than last year." Then the emperor learned from the sage in the memorial. He started talking about astronomy and geography, so he could straighten out yin and yang. He continued to talk about the truth for two to three thousand words. The emperor was probably confused, so he changed the logic back and said that it rained one more day in his place. This is a very important event in the world, please pay close attention to it.
Well, actually this is not bad. Finally, people still know how to care about the local climate. What Long Qing hates even more is the other two categories:
One is to say hello. The literal meaning of greeting is, and the preface is also very simple. It is to ask the emperor how he is doing, whether he is eating well, whether he is sleeping well, and whether he is in good health.
Isn't this nonsense? No matter whether the emperor's health is good or not, unless he is about to die of illness, he can only answer the sentence "I am at peace". What the hell do you ask? Unfortunately, this kind of memorials accounted for almost 30% of all memorials. Even the emperor had to open them and read them. There were dozens of them a day, which was really unappetizing. Therefore, this type of memorials were usually read by the cabinet first and then sent directly to them. The Chief of Ceremonies - the cabinet did not have the authority to help the emperor answer this kind of question, and secondly, he had no time to waste on such memorials.
However, the ceremonial supervisors could not directly approve it. They also had to tell the emperor which officials were coming to pay their respects today. The most annoying thing is that some officials like to mention a few more things in their greetings, which delays all three parties including the cabinet, the Supervisor of Ceremonies, and the emperor.
The other type is to tell the emperor how to live his life based on hearsay. There is no need to elaborate on this. In short, it was heard that the emperor had been visiting a certain concubine a lot recently, and some advised the emperor to abstain from sex and cultivate his moral character, while others advised the emperor to "take both the rain and the dew"... In short, in Long Qing's view, these people were not only well-fed She was so panicked, and had no idea how disgusted she was - it was true that you had heard that there was something going on, but you had even heard that the harem was coming? Your nose is really nice!
Although the prince was not the emperor yet, he was surprised when he saw that the emperor had to face so many useless memorials every day. He nodded in agreement with his father's teachings and had a profound understanding of how to select useful memorials from these rubbish. And handling it properly is such an important skill.
After some time passed, Long Qing's face began to turn pale. He finally managed to muster up the energy to finish talking about these things. His expression suddenly changed, he turned away, and said in a low voice: "Go ahead."
Zhu Yijun was still thinking about the teaching just now, when he suddenly heard such an order, and said a little confused: "Huh?"
"Get out!" Long Qing's voice suddenly became stern, only getting deeper.
Zhu Yijun didn't know what was going on, so his father's expression changed, but he didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly resigned and went out.
Long Qing originally had his back to Zhu Yijun, but it was not until Zhu Yijun's steps were far outside the door that he staggered to the imperial couch, grabbed the bright yellow thin brocade quilt, covered his mouth, and coughed hard.
While coughing, he turned his head and looked towards the door, his eyes a little panicked. It was not until he confirmed that the prince had walked down the steps and it was impossible to hear the sound here that the panic gradually disappeared.
After letting go of the brocade quilt, Long Qing's face turned a bit paler - the brocade quilt was already stained with a large blood stain, and the blood contrasted with the bright yellow, showing a dark red and almost black color.
There was a hint of despair in Long Qing's eyes. He grabbed the brocade quilt with all his strength. He raised his head and looked towards the door again, only to see Zhu Yijun talking to Gao Pragmatic from a distance.
Long Qing's expression relaxed, and the despair in his eyes gradually turned into determination.
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Gao pragmatic did not ask Zhu Yijun what the emperor said to him, but just asked him, "How is the emperor's dragon body?"
Zhu Yijun did not see the last scene of Long Qing vomiting blood, so he just said "it's okay", and he also knew the importance. He did not mention the emperor's teachings on employment to Gao pragmatism, but only picked some things the emperor taught him in the end to distinguish memorials.
Gao Pragmatic's eyes were very poisonous, and he could tell at a glance that although Zhu Yijun didn't lie, he definitely had something unfinished. However, he did not feel that he had been deceived because of this. In the Tian family, there were always some things that were not open to outsiders. No matter how close he was or how favored he was, he could not bridge the gap between the emperor and his ministers.
Just like he wouldn't say anything to his servants. Although there are differences between the two, they are not much different in essence.
Gao Pragmatic is concerned about another point: since the emperor has begun to sharpen his weapons in battle and teach the prince these political management methods, it means that the emperor has already made a very bad judgment about his physical condition. But the problem is that Zhu Yijun obviously hasn't realized this yet. He thought it was just because he had been observing politics for nearly a year, so his father began to further train him.
Should he tell Zhu Yijun his judgment that the emperor's physical condition was already very bad?
Gao pragmatically took a look at Zhu Yijun quietly and saw that he was smiling. His joy came completely from his heart. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What a good father, but he is almost gone. Forget it, it's better not to tell him. It would be good to make him happy for a while.
At this time, Zhu Yijun saw Gao Pragmatic's hesitation, slightly restrained his smile, and asked, "What's the matter? Do you have anything to say?"
Gao Qingshi rolled his eyes, but there was no flaw on his face. He said with a cautious expression: "I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen the imperial concubine for several days. It's better to meet the sun. Why don't I go to see you today? The prince thought how?"
In fact, Zhu Yijun never dared to get close to his biological mother, Concubine Li Guifei, but after all, he was still Long Qing's son, and he was in awe of filial piety. Hearing this, he nodded and said: "You are right. It happened that my mother and concubine did not come to the Qing Palace just now. I'm afraid she is not here now." I still don’t know about my father’s situation, but as a human son, I should go and say goodbye. Let’s go, it’s getting late, let’s go now.”
"Prince please."
