Early the next morning, in the Dongnuan Pavilion of Qianqing Palace, Zhu Yijun was frowning as he listened to Wang An talk about yesterday's search of Yikun Palace by Jin Yiwei under the supervision of two section chiefs. The more he listened, the more he frowned, and in the end his face became so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.
However, even after Wang An finished describing the whole process, Zhu Yijun always had a gloomy face, holding back his anger and not letting it out.
However, Wang An looked at the slightly trembling beard on his cheek and could confirm that the emperor was not angry, but for some reason he was stunned and held it back.
It seems that we need to add more fire, Wang An thought, and hissed in an angry but somewhat frustrated tone: "The most irritating thing is that Zhong Zhaodou, it is clear that Qian Menggao and the criminal department are all in trouble." Don't interrupt, but Zhong Zhaodou was picky and pointed. He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets of the Yikun Palace and made a mess. In the end, he even forcibly took away more than ten people!
The slave was trusted by the emperor and entrusted with the important task of Dongchang, but she has never seen such an arrogant person in these years. If Dongchang and Jinyiwei handle cases this way, it’s no wonder they have suffered so much infamy. My slave... my slave has really learned a lot this time! "
"Shut up!" Zhu Yijun suddenly said angrily: "I only asked you to report what happened yesterday, and I didn't ask you to comment at will!"
Wang An seemed not to have expected the emperor's reaction. After being stunned for a moment, he quickly bowed deeply and responded in a low voice: "Yes, Your Majesty, this slave has lost his temper. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Zhu Yijun ignored him and reached out to hold the tea cup on the table. However, when he picked up the tea cup, his hand could not help but tremble slightly, and some tea soup spilled on his hand.
"Bang!" With a bang, Zhu Yijun suddenly slammed the tea cup to the ground angrily, and cursed: "I don't even make a cup of tea until it is warm before serving it. There are really no rules in the palace now! Chen Ju, How do you manage it? Take the slave who served you tea just now and give him twenty canes. Give me a real beating!"
No matter how many boards are struck with the court staff in the palace, the result is actually fixed, and there are three levels to be distinguished. According to the instructions of the emperor or the queen mother or empress, they are divided into "beating", "really beating" and "beating really hard". There are three levels of "beating with heart".
The so-called "beating" is to let the executioner casually think about it without taking it too seriously. Generally speaking, this means that the emperor is angry, but he knows that your crime is not serious, so he can hit you a few times as a warning;
The so-called "beating hard" means that you must put in real effort to carry out the execution. You will not stop until you beat someone to the point of crying for your father and mother. After the beating, you will have to lie down for more than three months no matter what. This is in line with the "injury" concept. There is an old saying that it takes a hundred days to move your muscles and bones;
The so-called "beating with heart" in the end basically declares the prisoner's death sentence, because under this level of beating, unless the prisoners have practiced martial arts for many years and are physically stronger than ordinary people, otherwise they will be beaten by twenty sticks. There is basically no hope of survival.
It can be said that even if the vast majority of civil servants received the cane, whether they were really killed by the cane in the end, or a very small number of people escaped death, in fact, they were only "real beatings" at most.
As a civil servant, your physique really needs to be "worked hard". If you don't get out of the five boards, you will be reborn in bliss. The emperor has not even vented his anger, and you have been reimbursed early. How can the emperor relieve his anger?
But having said that, Zhu Yijun was very angry today. In the past, he had not been picky about how warm the tea should be served, but today, the unlucky guy who served the tea happened to have the right time and became a punching bag for no reason. It was really a disaster.
Chen Ju was naturally very familiar with Zhu Yijun, and he did not dare to persuade him at this moment, so he could only respond: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will go and supervise the execution later."
There is obviously no problem with this, because it is the time for the Chief Eunuch to report the memorials. As the chief eunuch, he naturally has to wait for the emperor to give instructions on some of the memorials before he can retire. Of course, he has to "wait later" to supervise the execution.
However, Zhu Yijun seemed to be still angry and scolded: "What are you waiting for? Go now!"
Chen Ju obviously didn't expect Zhu Yijun to be so angry. Although he wanted to tell the difference, he still gave up. Instead, he immediately said: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will go right away." After saying this, he did not look at Wang An and retired respectfully. Got out.
As soon as he left, Zhu Yijun suddenly lost his temper, but his expression turned from angry to gloomy again. He stood up coldly, walked to Wang An step by step, and said with half-squinted eyes: "Kneel down."
Wang An was startled, but his movements were not slow at all, and he immediately knelt down obediently. He didn't know what the emperor's intention was, so he didn't dare to speak. He just knelt down obediently.
Zhu Yijun casually picked up a jade Ruyi from the royal table, knocked Wang An on the head twice, half lightly and half hard, and said coldly: "Wang Factory Governor, do you remember the full title of the factory governor?"
"Go back to your Majesty, I remember this." Wang An's waist bent a little more.
Zhu Yijun walked slowly beside Wang An, playing with Yu Ruyi in his hand, and said calmly: "Really? Then tell me."
"Returning to your Majesty, the full name of Admiral Dongchang is 'Imperial Envoy Governor Dongchang Official School Service Eunuch'." Wang An felt that the current situation was a bit strange and not good, but for a while he really didn't understand why the emperor was like this. In response, he couldn't help but feel sweat on his forehead, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Okay, okay, thank you for remembering that you are an 'imperial envoy'." Zhu Yijun seemed to be satisfied, but before Wang An could react, he suddenly kicked Wang An hard. With his left shoulder, he kicked the latter to the ground and shouted angrily at the same time: "What is an imperial envoy! An imperial envoy is sent by me personally. I personally tell you to do a big thing and ask you to do it for me!"
This is certainly true, but after Wang An got up in embarrassment, he still didn't understand. What does this have to do with being kicked? Could it be that he didn’t even know what “imperial envoy” meant, and he still needed the emperor’s personal guidance? That's definitely not the case. It only means that the emperor feels that what he is doing is not in line with his wishes. However, what exactly is not in line with the emperor’s wishes?
Fortunately, Zhu Yijun didn't intend to play riddles at this moment. He took a breath and continued to scold: "I asked you to take charge of Dongchang because I want you to watch over the Jinyiwei for me and don't let them act recklessly. This is Dongchang." Responsibilities! But what about you, do you still remember the fundamental responsibility of Admiral Dongchang!"
Zhu Yijun did not intend to wait for Wang An's reply and continued to curse: "What did you do when you were the admiral of Dongchang? Do you think I don't know about it? Huh?"
Seeing that the emperor's anger not only did not subside, but showed signs of increasing, Wang An couldn't help but panic, and kowtowed repeatedly: "I am stupid, I don't know what mistake I have made..."
"Are you stupid? Ha, I think you are very smart!" Zhu Yijun sneered: "Do you think that since you have become Chang Luo's first companion, all the glory, wealth, honor and glory in this life will be tied to Chang Luo? Therefore, whenever Dongchang receives any news related to him, he will know it from you earlier than I do.
Not only that, you also used Admiral Dongchang's majesty and evil spirit to escort him everywhere in and outside the palace. You even went to the Ministry of Revenue and asked the Ministry of Revenue to give him an extra amount in addition to his regular money, saying that he was the emperor. The eldest son, although he does not have the title of prince, he has the actual status of prince...
The Ministry of Household Affairs official didn't want to give it, so you threatened him: 'I don't know how innocent your official is, but there may be innocent people in prison, but your official needs to think carefully.' Humph, Factory Governor Wang, you are so majestic! "
Wang An broke into a cold sweat again and knelt down to apologize: "I was confused for a moment! Your Majesty, the reason why I am like this is because the emperor's eldest son Li Yin is too meager..."
"Is it meager?" Zhu Yijun said coldly: "Do you think it's meager, or does Chang Luo think it's meager? If it's you, why don't you, the eunuch Bingbi and the governor of the East Factory, come and explain it to me? If it's Chang Luo, He and I are father and son, why doesn't he come to me for money?
Why, as a father, could it be that I would watch my son starve to death? Or is it that his lack of money is not due to lack of food and clothing, but that he needs the money for other purposes? "
Wang An saw the possibility of getting darker and darker. He did not dare to defend himself at the moment. He just kowtowed and exonerated Zhu Changluo and said: "Your Majesty, this matter has been made by the slave from beginning to end. It really has nothing to do with the eldest son of the emperor." . It was the servant who felt that the eldest son of the emperor was very strapped for money, just like the late emperor when he was in the dormitory, so the servant made such a big mistake. If the emperor wants to blame, please blame the servant alone. The eldest son of the emperor has nothing to do with this matter. Unaware!”
Wang An's words were full of emotion. If he hadn't been really young, he would have been described as "old with tears". It couldn't be said to be insincere or disloyal. Faced with this situation, any emotional person will inevitably be moved.
As we all know, Zhu Yijun happens to be an emotional person. So, he suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he was out of breath and coughing again and again.
Wang An didn't know why, but he always felt that he couldn't understand the emperor's entire mood changes today - what was so funny about what I said?
For a moment, Wang An even began to wonder, could it be that the "medicinal diet" actually destroyed the emperor's brain? Or why was the emperor so unreasonably happy and angry today that he had no clue what to do.
Fortunately, just the next moment, Zhu Yijun personally explained the reason.
"Wang An, do you compare Chang Luo's current situation to when the late emperor was in his residence?" Zhu Yijun suddenly stopped smiling and said solemnly: "What are you implying? What are you criticizing? What are you scolding me for?!"
Wang An was shocked. He didn't expect that the emperor had thought of this!
"Your Majesty misunderstood..." Wang An hurriedly wanted to explain. Who would have thought that there was a "bang" sound, and the jade Ruyi in Zhu Yijun's hand suddenly hit his head, hitting him on the spot until his vision was blackened, and then one of his eyes was covered by a red curtain from top to bottom - he saw blood. .
"Did I misunderstand? I heard it very clearly!" Zhu Yijun said in a cold voice: "The late emperor was destined to return, so all the brothers passed away one after another. Before the death of the temple, the prince was the only one left! You... you are hinting The rest of my sons must die to prove Chang Luo's destiny!
You are accusing me of imitating Shimiao for not appointing a prince earlier, but people all over the world have criticized Shimiao for many years. Hai Rui even cursed in "Public Security Shu" that "the two kings do not meet each other, and people think they are inferior to father and son." Using suspicion, slander, killing and humiliating subordinates, people think they are inferior to the king and his ministers... Why, you think I can't hear it or think about it?
You are scolding me, just like Hai Rui scolded the world temple! 'The king's ways are not upright, and his ministers' duties are unclear! ', 'Emotions can change from direction to direction, and whether the world is governed or not governed, and the people's peace or unrest, all depend on this. '
What a joke, who are you? You have only been studying for a few days in the study room, and you still dare to think that you are Hai Rui? That’s it, Hai Rui. Since you compare Chang Luo to the late emperor, and you are working hard for him, it is Mr. Zibi Gao who was at the time... Hahahaha, Mr. Zibi Gao was at the time of Wen Zhenggong, you are worthy of it. ? "
As Zhu Yijun's words became more and more angry, harsh, and sarcastic, Wang An was already covered in cold sweat. He didn't know how to explain it, so he could only kowtow to apologize.
Zhu Yijun, on the other hand, seemed tired of scolding. He looked coldly at Wang An, who was still kowtowing with blood covering half of his face. After a long while, he said quietly: "Wang An, I have been in charge of the government for the past ten years, and I have succeeded to the throne. Shao studied and governed, tied up his hair and took charge of the government, danced like an elephant and took control of the world. In the past thirty years, all those who were in chaos were peaceful, and all those who were in rebellion were settled!
What the Ming Dynasty lost in the past was restored to me; its enemies were defeated in the past; what it followed in the past was prospered in me; its worries in the past were solved in me... When I visit the Imperial Ancestral Temple, I don’t have to be careful but be cautious and dare to walk with my head held high. , why do you think? How can the spirit of the ancestors come back and be displeased when meeting the rejuvenating kings of later generations? How can they ignore the small details of their great achievements?
Wang An, Wang An, how virtuous and capable are you? Do you dare to play these childish tricks in front of me? Are you worthy of criticizing others in front of me? Do you think I don't know what you are planning? Lift your head and look at me! "
Wang An looked up blankly. Although he still didn't understand why the emperor suddenly said such words today, he had lost the ability to think. He only kept thinking of two words in his heart: It's over.
Zhu Yijun looked down at Wang An, like a superior god looking down at ants, and said expressionlessly: "Many people in the outer court have been moving recently. They think they are hiding, but they don't know how much they want to hide from me what is going on in the Forty-Nine City." Ridiculous. You are a slave of the inner court, but you want to get involved in the affairs of the outer court. Do you know how to write the word "death"?
Of course, I know that I have watched the changes in the outer court but have remained motionless. Whether it is the outer court or the inner court, some people inevitably think that I am either unaware or unwilling to interfere. Some even think... I am doing something for the outer court. Fang is balanced, and not speaking means acquiescing.
It's really interesting. Why do you think I can just sit back and watch you frame pragmatism? Why don't you ask yourself, can you take credit for the achievements you have made over the years? The Western Expedition is about to start soon. If we don't pragmatically sit at the center and remotely control the front lines, if it were you who were in charge of it, would this battle be winnable?
Not to mention that in the future, if I have a crane in front of me, who can look after the new emperor for me, teach him how to govern the country, teach him to live up to the country, teach him to be worthy of his ancestors... Who among you can count one by one, who can do this? General ability? Who can be as pragmatic and not seek personal gain, just to fulfill an agreement?
I know that many people in the outer court now think that I want to stop pragmatism from making new achievements, because if he continues like this, he will soon be unable to reward his achievements, and it is inevitable that he will have regrets... How stupid. I have already shown him what he can get in the future, and he knows it and has never objected.
I am the most respected person in the Nine-Five-Year Plan, and I can keep my word; he is the greatest scholar in the world, and I can make a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold. Since I have such a tacit understanding with him, how can it be as you wish? Wang An, I have said so much to you today, do you know what it means? "
Wang An's face turned pale, and he nodded numbly, saying: "My slave... I know."
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PS: Sure enough, I fell asleep when I coded to 2K6 last night. But having said that, the plot at this stage involves too many forces, characters, and various aspects. When I was coding, I had to find the previous articles from time to time and compare them one by one, so as not to make the logic of each character's behavior inconsistent. Indeed, it was also written Go very, very slowly. Of course, this chapter still counts as the leader’s update yesterday, and the chapters that should be updated today will still be available tonight.
