"Absurd!" In the Yangxin Hall, Zhu Yijun threw the report on the kang table and looked directly at the several important ministers with their hands lowered.
Pan Sheng, a scholar in the East Pavilion of the Government Hall, Chen Ju, the minister of the imperial palace, Wang Zhiyuan, the censor of Zuodu of the Ducha Yuan, and Wang Tingzhan, Yin of Shuntian Prefecture, all bowed and remained silent. Zhu Yijun took a sip of tea and asked: "Jian Feng, you all have done a good job with the procuratorate. Then Han Bixian is already suspected, why not double the rules? What can we do if we don't let this ugly person celebrate the New Year?"
Wang Zhiyuan said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is right. I never thought that he would commit suicide. I had been studying and thinking in the courtyard before, thinking that it would be too late to interview Han Bi after the New Year, but I didn't expect that such a big mistake would come out. The ministers are guilty."
Zhu Yijun stared at Wang Zhiyuan. If he hadn't known from the National Security Bureau's Internal Affairs Division that this man was honest and self-reliant and never asked for official duties, he would have had to give him some color this time.
The position of Zuo Du Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was equivalent to that of a senior official and chief prosecutor in later generations. He held a high position and had to be an incorruptible person. Zhu Yijun felt a little frightened at the thought of withdrawing Wang Zhiyuan and looking for a successor.
After Ge Shouli, the censor of Zuodu, retired in old age, Chen Yan succeeded him. Although Chen Yan was honest and capable, his body could not bear the high-intensity work of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He was bedridden after working for only two years. Zhu Yijun had no choice but to transfer Wang Zhiyuan, the governor of Hubei Province, to the capital first. He worked for a period of time as the Minister of Household Affairs and then transferred to the capital. Minister of the Ministry of official affairs. In the tenth year of Wanli, after Chen Yi begged for his bones, Wang Zhiyuan took over as the censor of Zuodu.
For Zhu Yijun, the selection and appointment of officials like Wang Zhiyuan have become completely arbitrary - Zhang Juzheng has no longer recommended such matters in recent years. This person was chosen by himself, and his tolerance for mistakes was higher. Wang Zhiyuan escaped, but was severely criticized by Zhu Yijun and fined three months' salary.
Then Zhu Yijun looked at Chen Ju and asked: "How is the investigation by the Internal Affairs Department?" Chen Ju whispered: "On the day Han Bixian died, he went to the Jin Palace, Ninghua County Prince, Zhao Xian, Minister of Rites, Yang Wei, Minister of Culture and Education, etc. A high-ranking official came to pay New Year's greetings, and they were all led into the mansion to sit for a while - it is currently unknown who their superiors are."
When Zhu Yijun heard that there was King Jin on the list, he frowned and said, "Is there any unusual movement in Zhu Minchun?" Chen Ju bowed and said, "We haven't detected anything before. We have sent extra personnel to keep an eye on it." Zhu Yijun nodded.
With the gradual implementation of the reform, Zhu Yijun's control over the country became deeper and deeper, and the majesty of the emperor became stronger day by day. Today, when I casually asked the King of Jin in Yangxin Hall, the hearts of the important officials present were filled with coldness.
Chen Ju said again: "Your Majesty, now that Han must be dead, it may be difficult to know who in the court is involved in the 'robbery case'." After Wang Zhiyuan heard this, sweat appeared on his forehead again.
Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Tongtong: "Tell me, can you find that Ma Bin?" Wang Tong replied: "Your Majesty, Ma Bin has been prepared for a long time. Although he is drawing shadows and figures now, if he lives in a secluded corner, it is estimated that it will take a short time. Hard to find. And—"
After a pause, he said, "I think that Ma Bin's identity is that of a low-ranking official. At most, he can contact Han Bixian. He may not know what happened above."
Zhu Yijun sneered when he heard this and said: "Not necessarily! Some high-ranking officials in the court today are very approachable. I heard that in some high-ranking mansions, you don't need to hand over your name to enter them. As long as the door package is big enough, the roosters and dog thieves can still get in. Home."
"There are also a group of people who give him hundreds of dollars to polish his pen and get a letter, which can be used by the person who asks for the letter to do something in a certain place or something, to interfere in official affairs, or to file a lawsuit, which is full of ugliness!"
"Nowadays, there are actually intermediaries in the capital, which are specially designed to serve local people who come to the capital to specialize in business. They make a business of introducing certain people to work in the field of worship and make profits from it."
"As for what you said about Ma Bin, the little magistrate, can't come to visit the nobles, in fact, the nobles look down on these people. These people only have money on their foreheads, how can they care about their dignity!"
The more Zhu Yijun talked, the more annoyed he became. He stared at Wang Zhiyuan and said coldly: "Wang Zhiyuan, does the Procuratorate know about these things?"
Wang Zhiyuan looked embarrassed, shook his head and said, "If the emperor hadn't mentioned it today, I would have never known about it."
Zhu Yijun picked up the tea bowl on the Kang table, took a sip of water, slapped the tea cup on the table, and said angrily: "This kind of cancer is going to start a new court, and national affairs and laws have become barriers for him to exercise power and make money! If not Once it’s cleared up, the country will collapse in just a moment!”
Then he looked at Pan Sheng and asked, "Shui Lian, does your political office know about this?"
Pan Sheng lowered his head and looked at the gold bricks on the ground, and said carefully: "The Prime Minister has never said this in the political hall before, but I know something about it. After Shao Boti was stopped at the execution ground, I also talked about the robbery case with some colleagues. Someone said this This kind of thing. I thought that there was a lot of gossip in the past dynasties, so I didn’t pay attention to it. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”
After saying this, Pan Sheng bowed to the ground. Zhu Yijun nodded without comment, then looked at him and said: "According to Mr. Shuilian's knowledge, how can we prevent such things?"
Pan Sheng pondered for a moment, then replied: "I think it is impossible to 'forbid'. Some of the people who ask for permission to visit me are, as the emperor said, paid to do things. But most of the officials in the court have the same hometown, the same year, the same education, etc. , but it is just a certain amount of affection, so it is inevitable to write notes and say hello. I think that the emperor has issued an explicit edict to prohibit it, and the Procuratorate will keep an eye on it for a period of time, find a few 'models' and attack a few, so as to curb their unhealthy tendencies. That’s it.”
Zhu Yijun was noncommittal after hearing this, with no expression on his face, and the Hall of Nourishing Heart fell into silence.
Pan Sheng gritted his teeth and said again: "The emperor just said that this kind of people 'start a new court', I think it is a bit too much. This kind of people are just people who are just trying to get a small profit from power - the imperial court strictly prohibits that. But, it’s not enough to ruin the country’s affairs.”
Zhu Yijun pulled down the corner of his mouth, changed the subject and said, "Is Mr. Zhang feeling better?" This question was asked to Sun Long, who was waiting in the corner of the room.
Sun Long hurriedly bowed and echoed: "Reply to the Emperor. I went to visit you before I went on duty, but I didn't have time to reply to the Emperor. Mr. Zhang can already walk, he had two bowls of porridge for breakfast, and his complexion is much better. But - —"Stop talking.
Zhu Yijun frowned, glanced at everyone in the Yangxin Hall, and then asked: "But what?"
Sun Long hesitated for a moment, then replied: "My slave asked Director Li. Although Mr. Zhang's hemorrhoids were healed, he was still leaking pus and blood. Director Li said it was probably a swelling. Chen Shigong spent a long time exploring and found tiny particles in his intestines." Being tired and drooping may be a symptom of 'loss of glory'."
As soon as these words came out, the ears of everyone present were like thunder. The so-called "swelling" and "loss of glory" both mean cancer, which cannot be cured by medicine or stone. Zhu Yijun frowned upon hearing this, sighed repeatedly, got off the kang, and walked around in circles in the room.
Pan Sheng's voice became choked up, and he suddenly knelt down and whispered: "Your Majesty, after hearing this news, I can't control myself... Please forgive me, Your Majesty..." Unable to continue, he burst into tears. Tears come.
Zhu Yijun's eyes were also red, and he reached out to lift them up. He sighed and said: "I am also shaken, not to mention you and others? Although the old gentleman treats me as a monarch and a minister, he is a good teacher and helpful friend!" After speaking, he sighed sadly.
After saying that, he turned around and told the people in the room: "The old gentleman's physical condition must not be leaked out of the Yangxin Palace. Sun Long, please go immediately and instruct Li Shizhen and others to strictly abide by the confidentiality system!"
Sun Long hurriedly bowed and agreed, immediately went out to implement it, and asked Wei Chao outside the palace to go in and wait on him.
Pan Sheng was trying to collect his feelings when his heart jumped suddenly when he heard this and he fell silent. Wei Chaodao, who came in after listening to Zhu Yijun's instructions: "I am the pillar of my country. His responsibilities and responsibilities are not trivial! Let the medical school carefully investigate and take good care of it. Don't neglect it!"
Although Wei Chao didn't know what was going on, he could tell from Zhu Yijun's words that Zhang Juzheng was in bad health, so he hurriedly bowed and agreed. Immediately, Zhu Yijun lost his mind and ordered the ministers: "We'll be here today, let's disperse."
The ministers bowed and resigned while digesting the news of Zhang Juzheng's serious illness in their hearts. Pan Sheng gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Your Majesty, please stay." Zhu Yijun glanced at Pan Sheng in surprise, nodded in agreement: "Then Mr. Shui Lian, please stay."
Wang Zhiyuan's heart pounded a few times, but his face showed nothing, and he followed Chen Ju and others out of the Yangxin Hall.
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After Wang Zhiyuan left the palace city and returned to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he was restless, wondering where he could go in for official business. After work, I got on my carriage in the dark and rushed to Hufang Bridge.
The head of the Zhang Mansion's porter thought that Wang Zhiyuan was here to visit Zhang Juzheng and said, "Master General Xian, the Prime Minister is still in the hospital."
Wang Zhiyuan said: "I'm here to see Zhang Jingxiu. You go in quickly and report." The gate officer quickly let him in, and he ran in to report. Zhang Jingxiu came out to welcome him. After Wang Zhiyuan entered the door, he immediately asked, "Jingxiu, is Sixiu at home?"
Zhang Jingxiu said in surprise: "Because my father has recovered well these days, he went out to socialize today, but is there something wrong?"
Wang Zhiyuan said solemnly, "Let's talk in the study." Zhang Jingxiu was taken aback and hurriedly stepped back and took him to Zhang Juzheng's study.
Wang Zhiyuan sat down, and the servants waiting in Zhang's study served tea. Wang Zhiyuan walked in a hurry, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said, "I came today and took on a relationship that warrants dismissal from office."
Zhang Jingxiu was even more surprised and asked what was going on. Wang Zhiyuan's eyes were a little red, and he stared at Zhang Jingxiu and said: "That Sixiu is confused! Now the Prime Minister's Mansion, Long Enxuanhe, why does he need to do anything to do the honors! Today, the emperor is in the Yangxin Hall, talking about the current affairs of the capital. The wind prevails and it is intended to clarify, if Si Xiu does not restrain himself, it will inevitably affect the reputation of Enxiang after his death!"
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