The general who is standing in the palace is not like a bird, just kidding, the emperor is here, I still listen to your little eunuch?
Do you really think of yourself as a person? What the hell... The general standing in the palace clasped his fists in salute and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, this...?"
Zhu Jian glanced deeply at Wang Zhi, then glanced at the ministers lying on the ground, his face suddenly darkened, and he said in a hateful voice:
"Look, look at what you look like...are you embarrassed?"
The general standing in the palace was a little embarrassed and stood aside with a bow.
The ministers were also quite embarrassed, their faces burning.
Shameful, so shameful.
Being done like this by a little kid is really... the most ridiculous thing in the world!
However, they did go beyond the rules. They could not express their dissatisfaction with the emperor and could only vent their anger on Wang Zhi.
Dozens or hundreds of people stared at Wang Zhi with red eyes, wishing they could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!
In the past, they had never been so angry when they were treated like this by Li Qing, because Li Qing was a serious official and a marquis;
Although they were dissatisfied with Li Qing, they all psychologically recognized Li Qing's strength. There was no shame in suffering a loss at his hands. After all... his rank was indeed high.
In the power struggle in the temple, everyone wins or loses based on his own ability. There is no shame in losing to his colleagues, but what does it mean to be punished by a little eunuch?
Especially since this eunuch is only eleven or twelve years old. To put it bluntly, many people's sons and even grandsons are older than Wang Zhi.
It's just...a shame and a shame!
Zhu Jianshen completed the transfer of conflicts with just one sentence.
After simply controlling the field, Zhu Jianshen breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was still gloomy: "Get up, stop lying on the ground, isn't it embarrassing enough?"
"..." The ministers got up.
Seeing this, Zhu Jianshen felt calm.
Firstly, it proves that these old guys have not harmed the fundamentals; secondly, it means that they will not use bitter tricks to force him to compromise.
Otherwise, it would be really difficult for Zhu Jianshen to deal with a group of old guys lying on the ground unable to get up, using this as a political coercion.
Although he hates these people, the government also needs these people.
He was really tough to the end, and he was the one who suffered the consequences of public outrage.
Zhu Jianshen saw clearly, so he kept advancing and retreating to achieve his political goals without making these people impatient.
Actually, it's not that the ministers didn't want to use this as political coercion, but it was too embarrassing and they couldn't use it at all.
The person who punished them was a eunuch, a young eunuch in his early ten years, and they also wanted to face him.
If it were Li Qing who beat them, they could lie down until dark. Political coercion is light, and a wave of political blackmail is necessary!
Of course, the premise is that Li Qing doesn't risk his life with them.
Zhu Jianshen said calmly: "I would like to ask you if you can talk nicely?"
The ministers were silent and looked at Wang Zhi with all their eyes. The meaning was obvious: can you deal with him?
"Take it!" Zhu Jianshen pointed at Wang Zhi, "Take him to Zhao Prison and keep him under strict supervision."
"yes!"
The standing general responded respectfully and waved his hand: "Take it!"
Two golden melon warriors rushed forward and pushed Wang Zhi to the ground without any explanation, wiping off a layer of skin on his fair and tender face. The officials were greatly delighted.
Wang Zhi was only a young man, he had no ability and did not dare to resist.
He was wronged, but he did not beg for mercy or complain. His face was burning with pain. He stubbornly remained silent and allowed the Jingua warriors to hold him back and escort him to Zhao Prison.
Zhu Jianshen did not even look at Wang Zhi. He glanced at the ministers, and finally his eyes fell on Bai Gui, the Minister of War.
After he succeeded Wang Zhi, the ministers naturally had to repay him—speak well!
This is a political game and a political rule, and the ministers must abide by it, because if the table is really overturned... they will suffer more in the end.
"Bai Aiqing."
"Your Majesty, I'm here." Bai Gui stepped forward and bowed, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
Zhu Jianshen said calmly: "I ask you, why do you object to the army going all out?"
"The chieftains are also common people of the Ming Dynasty. It is not advisable to be too cruel, otherwise, I am afraid that it will chill the hearts of many chieftains and make many chieftains alienate." Bai Gui cupped his hands and said, "Soldiers, weapons are also..."
"Okay," Zhu Jianshen interrupted his eloquence and said, "I have never said that chieftains are not common people of the Ming Dynasty. I also cherish the common people, but..."
He took a deep breath and shouted: "What do you say about them coming down the mountain to harm other people? What do you say about them killing my Ming soldiers?
You are the Minister of War, have you ever thought about the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty? "
After taking a breath, Zhu Jianshen became more gentle: "Bai Aiqing is familiar with the art of war. He can build momentum like a tiger with one blow, and then it will weaken again, and then it will be exhausted. You should understand this simple truth, right?"
"Your Majesty..." Bai Gui was silent for a moment, "I understand."
"Okay, please step aside." Zhu Jianshen waved his hand, then turned his gaze to Yang Ding, the Minister of Household Affairs, "Yang Aiqing."
"I'm here." Yang Ding stepped forward and cupped his hands.
Zhu Jianshen asked: "You are the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, in charge of the Ming Dynasty's money bag, and you mobilized 200,000 troops to defeat the Zhangmans. It lasted more than two years. Do you know the expenses?"
Yang Ding's face heated up and he said sarcastically: "It costs a lot of money."
"What if we withdraw our troops at this time and all the barbarians regret it?" Zhu Jianshen asked, "Wouldn't the previous financial contributions have been in vain?"
"This..." Bai Gui hesitated.
"The huge cost you mentioned does not include the money from the inner treasury." Zhu Jianshen added, waving his hand and saying, "Just step back."
"……yes."
Zhu Jian took a deep breath and said, "Shang Aiqing."
"I'm here," Shang Ren stepped forward and bowed, "Please give me your orders, Your Majesty."
"Since Marquis Yongqing left, you have been responsible for the military affairs. You know the significance of this battle best," Zhu Jianshen said. "Nowadays, how many chieftains are staring at this battle. If the imperial army is defeated without success, What impact will it have if we return?”
Seeing that the situation was no longer one-sided, Shang Ren also put down the burden in his heart, cupped his hands and said:
"There might be a lot of toast trouble!"
After a pause, he gave positive feedback, "I believe that we cannot retreat from this battle. If we retreat, all our previous efforts will be wasted, and it will also bring about a series of chieftain problems."
"well said!"
Zhu Jian gave a deep praise and glanced at the ministers.
Wan An was the first to throw himself down and said respectfully: "I second the proposal!"
Not counting his own secondment, Wan An turned back to look at everyone and said, "Comrades, please withdraw your troops at this time. If such a situation occurs, who of you will be responsible?"
"..."
You piece of shit...
Let me ask, who dares to claim responsibility?
Zhu Jianshen glanced at Ma Zai, nodded slightly to show his affirmation, and then looked at the ministers, "What do you think, Wan Aiqing, said?"
"..."
Yin Min, the Minister of Civil Affairs, stepped forward, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, I think we can pass an order to Du Zhangman to come down the mountain and accept the court's treatment. If he obeys the order and goes down the mountain, there is no need to beat him;
If he disobeys the imperial decree, he will naturally be severely punished to set an example! "
These words were of a very high level, because the possibility was too small, and Du Zhangman would definitely not do it, so in essence, he agreed to continue the fight;
But... saying this can make his position clear.
——Dare to put forward different opinions to the emperor.
By establishing this benchmark, his influence will increase in the future game between monarch and ministers, and he will accumulate political wealth.
At the same time, this is also a test.
Emperor, are you willing to make a compromise?
"I agree with Yin Shangshu's words."
"I also second the proposal."
"I second my opinion."
…
Although it was only a compromise on the surface, this attitude was very important because... it represented the emperor's bottom line in the game.
"Then let's take what Yin Aiqing said!" Zhu Jianshen compromised and made his attitude clear.
——There will be no lower limit!
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The ministers did not use the imperial staff to argue, and it was a shame to suffer a loss at the hands of an unknown person. Since the emperor took care of the little gelding, this matter was over.
Zhu Jianshen achieved his political goal and was in a happy mood.
As soon as he returned to the palace, he issued an order and sent three imperial envoys to convey the order and rush to Duzhang Man...
In this game between king and minister, Zhu Jianshen won, even though he made compromises.
As for Wang Zhi... Zhu Jianshen didn't let him out, but he didn't kill him either.
This is a knife, an extremely sharp knife, but this knife is too brittle and needs to be tempered.
Zhu Jianshen would not use this sword until the relationship between monarch and minister was completely broken.
However, the knife is too brittle after all, and you have to pay attention to the heat when tempering it.
Zhao prison.
Wang Zhi took off his eunuch uniform, wearing only a thin coat. It was already late autumn, and the prison was dark, damp, and cold. He curled up and shivered.
In just a few days, he, who was not fat at all, became skinny and skinny, with a sallow face.
'Wow -! '
The sound of chains sounded, and then, a spotless boot came into view, and a flash of bright yellow was caught in the corner of the eye.
Wang Zhi's dull eyes became a little brighter. He got up from the ground and looked up...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
"Wang Zhi, do you know the crime?" Zhu Jianshen said majestically.
"Slave... I know my crime!"
"Can you regret it?"
"Slave... I have no regrets."
"Ha!" Zhu Jianshen's voice was cold: "It seems that you don't want to go out."
"Your Majesty, the servants acted according to the rules. They really roared at the court. Really..." Wang Zhi's sallow little face was full of seriousness. "The slaves said it several times, but they didn't change it..."
"So you beat up all the officials?" Zhu Jianshen sneered, "You are so courageous. In the past, Wang Zhen, the ceremonial supervisor and the eunuch, was not so arrogant that you could kill them all in one fell swoop. Are you really not afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid, I don't want to die." Wang Zhi shook his head.
"Then you are still seeking death?"
"The empress said that slaves can only be loyal to the emperor..." Wang Zhi shrank, his voice trembling with coldness, but he was still stubborn: "If they deal with the emperor, I will deal with them."
"But you've gone too far, and I can't protect you." gòйЪ.ōΓg
Wang Zhi lowered his head and remained silent.
"So...do you regret it?"
Wang Zhi did not answer, but just said: "Your Majesty, can you not let the imperial concubine know about the slaves?"
"Are you afraid that she will be sad?"
"Um…"
"I appreciate your kindness." Zhu Jianshen nodded, "I promise you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Zhi buried his head and stopped talking.
Zhu Jianshen lost interest in talking and said calmly: "Reflect on it."
Wang Zhi was stunned for a moment: Wasn't it...decapitation?
Looking up again, the emperor had already left the cell and the cell door was locked again.
After a while, the cell door opened again, and the cell leader threw in a quilt and said in a loud voice: "You can't die here before the emperor kills you."
Wang Zhi hurriedly pulled up the quilt and wrapped it around him. His cold body gradually felt warm...
