"Your Majesty, today is the 8th day of the 11th month of the seventh year of the Apocalypse. I can complete the rectification before the 20th at the latest."
"Me too!"
After Li Ruolian finished speaking, Fang Zhenghua also said something.
"Okay, after finishing the rectification, I have a big case for you."
Hearing about the serious case, the two of them were shocked. They had never seen such a strong murderous intention in His Majesty's eyes, not even to kill Wei Zhongxian.
After the two left, Chongzhen looked at Wang Chengen beside him.
"My eldest companion, I originally wanted to give you the position of Chief Eunuch, Chief of Ceremonies, but there is no one I can trust around me, so you can serve as Chief Eunuch, Chief of Ceremonies, and Admiral Eunuch."
"My servant, thank you, Your Majesty!"
Wang Cheng'en was overjoyed. Although the admiral eunuch did not have the right to criticize people, he was in charge of all etiquette, punishments, and management of errands and hearings in the imperial city.
In other words, the ceremonial supervisor and admiral are the bosses of all eunuchs.
Regardless of the status of the Director of Ceremonies, he had the right to wear red and participate in cabinet discussions, but that was without the emperor's control.
If His Majesty is diligent, the Chief of Ceremonies will be the person who brings tea and water and delivers official documents. The emperor in front of him is a diligent person.
Therefore, no matter how you look at it, admiral eunuchs are much more comfortable than palm print and pen eunuchs.
Chongzhen was very satisfied with Wang Chengen's attitude. After pondering for a moment, he picked up a list from the dragon case and handed it to Wang Chengen.
"Tell these people to come see me!"
Wang Chengen opened the list and glanced at it. He found that these people were relatively famous among the eunuchs, so he quickly made arrangements.
In just half an hour, the four of them arrived.
"Servants Gao Shiming, Li Fengxiang, Chu Xianzhang, and Zhang Guoyuan are here to see Your Majesty."
"Get up and talk!"
I looked at the four people in front of me, and my heart was full of emotion. These four people were the eunuchs of Si Li who died in the battle with Fang Zhenghua according to historical records. Their loyalty can be demonstrated.
"From today on, you will serve as eunuch Bingbi, the Supervisor of Ceremonies."
At this point, Chongzhen paused for a moment: "The four of you, the eunuchs of the palm print, will rotate every three months, with Gao Shiming taking over first."
"You quickly become familiar with the responsibilities of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, and then select a few from the inner study hall, or select a few from the twenty-four yamen to serve as eunuchs, clerks, etc."
"If I can appoint you, I can directly destroy you, do you understand?"
"Okay, go ahead and get the Ceremony Supervisor up and running by night at the latest!"
Chongzhen didn't give the four people a chance to speak at all.
Is the ceremonial supervisor important? That's quite important.
But the current cabinet ministers include Yuan Keli who is going to Shaanxi to provide disaster relief, Li Guopu who is currently dealing with the eunuch party, and Sun Chengzong who is about to arrive in Beijing.
If it's something that these guys can't handle, let alone those in charge of rituals, they can only write it accurately.
Thinking of Sun Chengzong, Chongzhen turned and looked at Wang Chengen: "Daban, according to the time, Sun Chengzong should have entered Beijing!"
"Back to your lord, Gaoyang is only more than three hundred miles away from Beijing. Fang Yong went to deliver the order the day before yesterday. Logically speaking, he should arrive in the morning."
"Okay, let him come to see me when he enters the city."
After saying that, he sat behind the dragon case and fell into deep thought, and Dong Nuan Pavilion also became quiet.
At the same time, at a post station dozens of miles outside Beijing, seven or eight men in well-dressed clothes stood at the door of the post station, drinking herbal tea. An old man with a tired face slapped his thigh from time to time.
"Mr. Sun Ge, we are still thirty miles away from Beijing. Let's leave immediately after drinking tea. Your Majesty is really urging us!"
"Fang Yong, why did your Majesty summon me?"
"Mr. Ge, we really don't know. We will arrive in Beijing soon and you will know when you meet His Majesty."
"Okay, then..."
The old man stood up and was about to get on the carriage when suddenly there was a rapid clicking sound in the distance, and there was a faint clanking sound.
Without waiting for anyone to react, a postman at the post station quickly took out a horse from the stable nearby, took out a kettle and hung it on the horse, and waited on the roadside.
After doing all this, the owner of the faint clicking sound appeared in everyone's sight, and then quickly approached.
As soon as the visitor approached, he immediately jumped off the horse he was riding, then jumped on the horse at the inn and left quickly, with almost no pause in the process.
Everyone also saw clearly the visitor's attire. There was a gold medal hanging from a bell around his waist, a small bright yellow package slung across his chest, and a small red flag on his back.
"This is a four-hundred-mile expedited trip."
Sun Chengzong's expression changed and he said hurriedly: "What happened in Kyoto? Why did you activate the 400-mile express?"
"Fang Yong, change my horse quickly and let's enter Beijing quickly."
"Mr. Ge, your body..."
"You can't die, hurry up!"
Sun Chengzong shouted angrily, mounted a horse, waved his whip, and the horse rushed out.
Fang Yong and others quickly followed, bringing up billows of smoke and dust.
An hour later, everyone arrived at the Anding Gate of Beijing City. Fang Yong came forward, took out a token, and after saying a few words to the defenders, the suspension bridge was slowly lowered.
Sun Chengzong's heart sank when he saw this scene.
After patiently entering the city, the sight in front of him confused him.
He once thought that someone was rebelling or that the emperor was about to die, but the noise in the city was deafening and people were everywhere talking about something.
These people were the people in Beijing who had been banned from traveling for two days. During these two days, they only heard the neighing and crying of countless military horses, but they had no idea what was going on.
Now that the ban was lifted, I naturally went out to find out the news.
While everyone was still discussing, a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children ran out from several alleys. Without exception, these children all had a bag hanging on their bodies, and each of them held a stack of paper in their hands, shouting as they ran.
"Extra number, extra number, Your Majesty reviewed the speech of the white pole soldiers yesterday, three cents a piece."
"Want to know how your Majesty's first poem turned out? I have them all here, come and take a look!"
"Three cents a piece, you can't buy it, you can't suffer a loss, you can't be fooled. The latest news from the court, the latest news!"
…
This scene made the people in the city very curious, and the government officials seemed not to see it.
This was the Daming Daily that Chongzhen asked Li Ruolian to prepare. Chongzhen just gave a rough idea, and Li Ruolian came up with it after thinking about it himself. After more than a month of preparation, he finally used it.
