That night, the lights of the political hall were on until dawn, and the general Ying Qian and the monarch Ying Quliang discussed the whole night.
No one knows the specific content except the two of them.
When the news came out, the whole of Yueyang suddenly became trembling. Old clans and aristocratic families rushed to tell each other, but no decree was issued in the political hall.
Liyang was peaceful for three days.
On the third day, Ying Quliang went to the State Guesthouse to practice for the scholars who entered the Qin Dynasty. After a banquet, Ying Quliang urged the scholars to enter the Qin Dynasty.
When a new official takes office, do not be in a hurry to do things. He is not allowed to move within half a year. He is only allowed to be familiar with government affairs, supervise and persuade, and is not allowed to implement new policies without authorization.
This news spread to all the major forces in Yueyang. Some people pondered, some sighed, and some were excited.
Huang, Wei Yang and others all knew that Ying Quliang was setting the stage for reform, but in the eyes of the old clan, Ying Quliang was only recruiting talents to seek governance, not to attack the ancestral system.
For a time, the government and the public were very happy, and the old clan was relieved.
Afterwards, Ying Quliang summoned the generals in the army and talked for a day in the political hall. Then, he issued a decree that all the generals in the army would not change their positions, and each of them would be promoted to one rank.
After these two actions, Ying Quliang completely controlled the morale of the army and the political situation in various places. Uncle Hei sent word that a court meeting would be held the next day.
The famine is clear and the map is clear, Ying Quliang is about to attack the court.
Being vigorous and resolute, his methods are astonishing. Even Feng Zheng in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was filled with emotion. He believed that Ying Quliang was enough to prosper the Qin Dynasty.
"Old man Feng, although your Majesty has not left the Qin Kingdom, so his vision is not high, he has a broad mind and a tough character. This is the most rare thing."
Glancing at Huang, Feng Zheng chuckled: "At such a critical time, aren't you going to attend the court meeting?"
"I am a national advisor, not a minister. I frequently participate in court meetings. It doesn't matter. Now the situation is getting better. With or without me, the result will be the same."
Huang took a sip of wine: "After this court meeting, we can set off. The situation in Yueyang is basically stable."
Hearing this, Feng Zheng took a deep look at Huang, who was serious, and wondered: "Are you so optimistic about Qin and Ying Quliang?"
"Haha, your Majesty and Wei Yang can only lay the foundation for Qin. Everything will take a long time to accumulate."
"Just like your ancient clan, when the clan was first established, it was as fragile as a newborn child."
Huang's eyes were sharp: "But later, as they sucked the blood of the Central Plains step by step, they grew up, didn't they?"
Looking away at Huang, Feng Zheng also noticed the sharp look in Huang's eyes, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly: "Boy, the existence of the ancient clan is for the Central Plains. There are some things that you will understand when you understand them."
Taking a deep look at Feng Zheng, Huang shook his head: "Old man Feng, I only believe what I see. The same is not true for all the schools of thought. They may have had the intention to serve the world at the beginning, but do they still have it now?"
"Master, Uncle Hei is outside the house asking for an audience!" At this time, a man in red clothes came curling up and saluted Huang.
"Uncle Hei?"
Huang was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "Bring the person over here and be respectful."
"promise."
Uncle Hei was just a chamberlain, but he represented Ying Quliang. Ying Quliang had never lost any courtesy towards him, so he naturally wanted to give Ying Quliang face.
A quarter of an hour later, Uncle Hei walked into the courtyard and said to Huang, "I have seen the Imperial Master."
"Uncle Hei, there's no need to be polite." Huang smiled and motioned for Uncle Hei to sit down.
"Haha, I won't sit down anymore. Your Majesty invites the Imperial Preceptor to attend the court meeting. Now that all the ministers are here, we are waiting for the Imperial Preceptor." Uncle Hei said the matter in a respectful tone.
"good."
Ignoring Feng Zheng's ridicule, Huang stood up and nodded towards Uncle Hei: "I'll ride away, Uncle Hei will follow."
The people of Ying Quliang were waiting in the political hall, and all the civil and military personnel of the court had arrived, which made Huang somewhat embarrassed.
He has always been a person who respects others as much as he respects me. If he can avoid causing trouble to others, he does not want to cause trouble.
Riding on horseback, a quarter of an hour later, Huang had arrived at the political hall.
"Your Majesty!" Huang walked into the political hall and nodded towards Ying Quliang.
"The Imperial Preceptor is here!" Ying Quliang smiled and motioned for Huang to take a seat on one side: "Since the Imperial Preceptor is here, let's start today's court meeting!"
"promise."
At this moment, General Ying Qian spoke first and saluted Ying Quliang: "Your Majesty, the scholars who entered the Qin Dynasty have been rewarded, and the generals in the army have also been rewarded."
"I think that we should also reward the courtiers, so as not to favor one over the other!"
When Ying Qian spoke, the ministers' hearts moved. The superior doctor Qianlong and others couldn't help but look at each other, and they were rewarded if they disagreed with each other. This was unexpected to them.
Before that, they heard about Ying Quliang's reward for the army. It was natural that some of them would benefit from it.
"I have no merit yet, so I should not receive a heavy reward from the king..." No matter what, be humble when you should be humble.
Led by the above-mentioned doctor Qianlong, the ministers asked for orders from Ying Quliang one after another. They were somewhat unsure of Ying Quliang's path.
Recently, Ying Quliang's path has been a bit wild.
"You have maintained the stability of the government and made great contributions to our Qin State. If you are not rewarded, how will the world think of me, Ying Quliang?"
Seeing that Ying Qian was the first to bring it up, Ying Quliang also had a stern face, scolded him, and then said, "Uncle Hei, issue a letter of reward to the king!"
Not long after he arrived, he was still breathing evenly. Uncle Hei opened the bamboo slip and said, "By the order of Duke Qin, I canonize the senior official Qian Long as the Grand Master to assist the monarch in coordinating Yin and Yang, integrating heaven and earth, and gathering people's hearts."
"Gongsun Jia, the long history official, was promoted to the position of Prince Fu. Ying Qian, the concubine of the left, also joined the Prince Fu. Huang, the national teacher, also joined the Prince Fu. They jointly taught the emperor civil and military knowledge."
"The middle doctor Du Zhi was promoted to the post of Prime Minister of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. He is in charge of the sacrificial ceremony. His position is the same as that of the senior doctor. The national affairs are overseen by Zuo Shuchang."
…
Seeing Uncle Hei in exchange for the second King's Letter, the ministers felt confused. This reward was too weird.
Compared with the confusion of Qianlong Du Zhi and others, Huang almost cursed and glanced at Ying Qian, Wei Yang and Gongsun Jia with vague eyes.
King Huiwen of Qin Yingsi was a heroic lord and the first king of Qin. However, this lord was also a restless lord in his youth.
When the new law is established, those who dare to draw their swords and kill regardless of the consequences are Ying Si.
As a result, Wei Yang had no choice but to order Ying Qian and Gongsun Jia to be dealt with in accordance with Qin law in order to quell the public anger.
At the same time, this also laid the foundation for Wei Yang's final death. Huang was the Qin State Master, and he did not want to have his nose cut off by Wei Yang in the end.
This is not only for the body, hair and skin, but also for parents who dare not harm it. It's because in the martial arts, a sound body is extremely important.
At this moment, Huang's scalp was numb. No one thought that Ying Quliang would blame this big trouble on himself.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
