Luo An went straight to Chengtian Gate.
On the left are the six divisions and on the right are the five prefectures.
The Jin Yiwei is on the right side of the Youjun Dudu Mansion and to the south of the General Affairs Office.
Who knows about the dignified commander of the Imperial Guards?
Although it is only temporary.
He hurriedly entered the palace, and soon after, the Minister of the Ministry of Hubu, Wang Xian, the Minister of the Ministry of War, and Cui Consort, the head of the Zuojun Dudu Mansion, left the palace together. After a while, Luo An also came out, followed by several Jinyi captains, and went straight to the Jinyi Guards Office with a straight face.
"All the officials, except those who are on official duty in the palace, call back. No matter what you are doing, stop what you are doing immediately. The number one in the sky, everyone should act according to the regulations. Don't be anxious, don't make a mess!"
Outside the Jinyi Guards Gate, Luo An said a few words in a cold voice, and the people behind him all claimed that he was, and then dispersed to important areas in the city.
Luo An walked into the door and shouted: "More than a thousand households, come to this command to report!"
The senior officials who stayed in the Jinyi Guard Office soon received a message. Luo An had just walked to the inner door of the main hall, and there were already hurried footsteps behind him.
Turning around and walking to the desk, he turned to look at the confused people, and a sentence flashed through his mind: This sentence is absolutely correct. Since I ordered you to be the commander of the Jinyi Guard, you have my support.
He tensed his back and glanced sharply: "Heaven-level alert, today's password: pomegranate blossoms! Do you understand everything?"
Everyone who had arrived was suddenly shocked.
Starting from the end of June when Zhang Bori Shibao went south, military attachés above the thousand-household level within Jinyiwei had to do homework every day.
Are they really going to start using the regulations that the commander asks them to memorize every time they bring them back from the palace?
The pomegranate flowers are blooming... This is an action plan that Beizhen Fushi began to formulate after returning to Beijing. Nothing is much different than usual. However, once it starts, the Jinyiwei will keep an eye on the important persons in each house on a long list while the nine gates of the capital remain as usual, and report the movements to the commander as often as once with a stick of incense.
That list...
"Do you understand everything?" Luo An frowned and asked again, his eyes like daggers.
"I accept my order from my humble position!"
"Although it has never been tried, the commander is keeping an eye on who will make mistakes!" Luo Anhan said in a cold voice, "This year's No. 1, Your Majesty, is also keeping an eye on whether we can do a good job!"
After a moment of silence, only one word came out of his mouth: "Disperse!"
At a key point in the center of the capital, all the Jinyiwei senior officials immediately left the government office with their personnel and went to the responsible areas that they had arranged in accordance with the regulations.
The officials in the six ministries and five mansions secretly watched this movement uneasily, but other than not knowing what orders they received, everything was as usual.
Zhang Boring has also returned to the Internal Police Factory. He currently has only three thousand households under his command.
"Number one in the sky! Opening business, visiting friends, and going on an outing!"
"...Command, password?"
"The pomegranate flowers are blooming." Zhang Bor said with a serious face, "Send a message to the fourteen yin and yang cicada masters, drink the dew and wait for the wind!"
"yes!"
Zhang Boring watched the three of them leave in a hurry.
He didn't know whether this first official operation could reach the level expected by His Majesty's secret decree, but according to His Majesty's request and Huang Jin's story, the Internal Inspectorate was even more important than the Jin Yiwei, far more important!
"Intelligence is the heart!"
For this reason, the new regulations of the Internal Affairs Bureau can be described as complicated. Although what His Majesty said was only approximate, Zhang Boring must keep moving in that direction.
What His Majesty has prepared for the Inner Factory, whether it is annual expenditures or rewards, high-quality care, and pensions, is enough to suffocate Zhang Bor and the three thousand households now: Jin Yiwei would never have imagined that the Inner Factory has such a level of salary and money. Level of accounting preferential treatment.
But after all, His Majesty will arrange for Eunuch Huang from the Internal Affairs Department to personally audit the accounts.
If there is no merit, why continue to support the inner factory like this?
If it doesn't work, why would Your Majesty personally memorize the names of the twenty-eight cicada owners from a mere hundred households, and keep each one of them in Eunuch Huang's place?
Invisible ripples have spread out from the Forbidden City. A member of the Jinyiwei family came out of the government office and looked over there calmly as he passed the door of the household.
The clerk at the porter saw that his sword was not on his right waist today, so he hesitated and raised his head and yawned.
Qianhu took the sword in his hand, waved it up and down, and continued to move forward. The concierge's eyes became serious.
"Lao Yu, I'm in a hurry. Please wait for me for a while." He lifted up the waist of his trousers and walked into the household.
When an Oriole Buzi came towards him, the clerk quickly got out of the way. He looked at him out of the corner of his eye and recognized who it was.
Why did Teruma go out in confusion?
In the Central Palace, Yang Tinghe was waiting for news from the Ministry of Revenue. Wang Shouren and Wang Qiong, who had served as Minister of the Ministry of War, consulted with His Majesty on how to draft Yang Yiqing's decree. Zhang Yong also came.
Yang Tinghe didn't know who was responsible for catching the traitor His Majesty said.
Yang Tinghe didn't know how the Jin Yiwei and the Internal Inspectorate would act under the four-level alert of Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang, which His Majesty mentioned.
Now, there is no move to close the nine gates of the capital. It should be business as usual outside, right?
Only a few ministers who participated in the national policy meeting left, which is quite normal: there have been precedents where national policy meetings have been held for a long time, and then only a few were left to discuss some specific methods after the strategy was decided.
This is destined to be a very special day. Yang Tinghe has never encountered such a moment in his life.
Ever since the Southeast Incident, this inexplicable killing of officials has been pregnant with something. The emperor was so angry that day that he finally listened to the advice and withdrew those very warning words to Southeast, but only asked Zhang Zilin to decide whether to pronounce the decree or not depending on the situation after finding out the truth.
Only today did they know that the emperor had already grasped some possible clues in the capital outside the southeast.
If there were no changes in Ganzhou, they would still be slowly laying out plans to catch more people, right? Why should the incident of Emperor Zhengde's heir be used to lure the snake out of its hole? Yang Ting and the others now feel a little clearer.
But now that we have to take action in advance to deal with the changes in the border town, naturally all the court officials in Beijing are on "heavenly alert".
As it should be, Yang Tinghe looked at the emperor and was slightly frightened: he still listened intently to Wang Shouren and Wang Qiong's description of the current border town ministers and border town defense situation.
Jiangnan scholars used Taizong Fang Xiaoru to talk about the old affairs. After all, His Majesty was suspicious of the ministers, or rather the civil servants. I just don’t know how open-minded your Majesty is.
In the time of Taizu, the scholars in the country were not used by the emperor, but were taught by outsiders. It was not an offense to have their bodies killed and their families to be destroyed.
What about today? What will be done?
…
There is one person in charge of Zhaomo in the Ministry of Hubu, who is the eighth grade. There is one person who checks and corrects, and it is the ninth grade.
This Zhaomo Office is only responsible for verifying official documents and supervising and standardizing procedures.
Now, Zhao Mo Fan Ting from Zhao Mo Institute walked out of the household department in confusion and went straight to Shouning Houfu.
Da Sinong said that at the national policy meeting, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Industry reviewed the year-end accounts, and there were still some documents missing regarding Kangling Supervision.
Fan Ting thinks that this trivial matter should not be discussed at the national policy meeting. Is it because the two brothers Shouning Hou and Jianchang Hou are involved?
Da Sinong explained that the process had changed slightly after the national policy meeting, and three documents needed to be filled in quickly.
Shouning Hou needed to quickly arrange the procedures and settle the accounts, so Fan Ting had no choice but to make the trip himself.
That is Hou Ning after all.
An eighth-grade official is almost a transparent person within the nine gates of the capital.
His steps were in a hurry, but fortunately, the servants who were waiting for him would take the initiative to get out of the way when they saw the official uniform.
When he saw the guard of honor, he knew it belonged to a noble family, but Fan Ting himself knew how to avoid it.
Anyway, the mere formalities are not urgent.
When he was passing by a small shop, he remembered what his wife reminded him and went in to buy a new wooden comb.
When he arrived at the door of Shouning Hou's Mansion, he very carefully said to the servant at the door: "Please inform me that Fan Ting, the director of the Ministry of Household Affairs, has been ordered by the chief minister to see the marquis. He is the superintendent of Kangling. Regarding the matter of setting up accounts, the process has changed slightly after the establishment of the National Policy Council, and three documents need to be supplemented.”
This kind of thing was already done in Fan Ting's mind before, but now he needs to supplement the materials.
What should I do if the Hou Mansion becomes annoyed? Let’s make it clear first.
Having said it clearly, when the porter saw his official uniform, he looked up and down without scruples before saying lazily: "Fan Zhaomo, wait a moment, I will go and report."
Fan Ting smiled slightly, then pointed to the door and asked another servant: "It's windy outside, should I wait in the concierge first?"
In front of the Shouning Hou Mansion, don't pretend to be an official doing business. This is the survival wisdom of Fan Ting, a sesame official in the capital, for many years.
If he went to Mr. Ge's house, he would straighten his back. But here? Something really happened, there was a Marquis on one side, and only an eighth grade on the other.
"Take care of yourself."
The servants at the door didn't embarrass him. After all, he was here for official business, and an eighth-grade official didn't have much to gain. Besides, the Marquis had just told him not to cause trouble recently.
So one thought that the other party was still domineering and not easy to mess with, and the other disliked the other party and couldn't spare a few scraps of money to show his respect and ask for an audience.
Fan Ting waited quietly, avoiding the wind.
Regardless of whether Shouning Hou is in the house or not, he only needs to see the housekeeper and inform him of the matter.
Although Da Sinong told him that the Hou Mansion would arrange for someone to go to the Ministry of Household Affairs to complete the formalities today, in Fan Ting's opinion, it would be enough to notify him in person.
In the Marquis Mansion, Shouning Marquis was indeed not in the Mansion.
Even if he is in the mansion, the concierge is used to reporting things like this directly to Manager Fang, and then he will report it to the Marquis.
"The Ministry of Accounts is responsible for the situation? Kangling is short of documents to settle the accounts?"
Fang Muxian asked strangely.
"Yes, you are wearing official uniform, Oriole Buyi." The concierge replied.
"I understand. Please ask him to sit in the front room for a while. I'll be there in a minute."
When Fang Muxian waited for him to leave, his eyes became solemn.
The Banghou Mansion has dealt with so many yamen for so many years, and this is not the first time Shouning Hou has been assigned to supervise some projects based on his status. What else is missing in the accounting documents?
It has been nearly half a year since the establishment of the National Policy Conference. The Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Industry had not done anything to renovate the Rijing Gate and reorganize the Qingning Palace. The matter involved Shouning Marquis, so how could they forget certain procedures?
He became wary and began to think about the possibilities.
"Liu Yi." He went out and called to the next room. "Go out through the side door and look at the entrance of the alley. If there is nothing unusual, go to Dazhong's store and ask. If you see anything wrong, or what about Dazhong? When he said something was wrong, he came back immediately and went to the front room to find me."
"Understood." The young man wearing a servant's clothes looked slightly stern and left in a hurry.
Fang Muxian returned to the room again and looked at a small cabinet next to the bookshelf.
Is there any chance?
Although there has always been nothing unusual, having to fill in paperwork today is quite unusual.
Considering the current situation, it would be a pity to give up decisively.
But he still took out the locked cabinet first and shouted softly: "Wu Li, are you outside the door?"
"Godfather, the baby is here."
"Come in."
Fang Muxian handed him the small cabinet: "Call Qilian and let's drive together to Zhuangzi outside the city to transport winter vegetables. If anything happens, take it and hide in the western suburbs first, and let Qilian go south to Huguang. If anything happens As usual, you will wait in the village outside the city first, and then come back together when you see your brothers."
"Daddy, what happened?"
Fang Muxian shook his head. He looked outside the door and saw that Liuyi, who had left before, had not returned yet, thinking that everything should be business as usual at the alley.
"Just in case, you go ahead."
Be cautious, but don't be like a frightened bird.
Fang Muxian has been in the capital for so many years and is in charge of the Shouning Hou Mansion. There are still many people who know about it.
Isn't it because of this identity that I came here to serve?
After Fang Muxian made arrangements, he walked slowly to the front room.
"Fan Zhaomo, please wait for a long time."
Although the concierge did not announce his name, Fang Muxian naturally knew that his surname was Fan Mingting.
"Your Majesty, you are the steward of the Hou Mansion, right? I have admired you for a long time."
Fan Ting was no less generous. Although he had never met him, some colleagues praised him and said that it was a pity that he had no family background and could only work in the prince's mansion.
I don't know how many "innocuous" little things in Shouning Hou Mansion were settled by this manager.
"I heard that there is something about Kangling Supervisor's settlement of accounts. Please see the Marquis?" Fang Muxian asked doubtfully, "I have already checked the accounts with the Ministry of Accounts and the Ministry of Works before. There is no shortage of documents."
Fan Ting laughed and said, "I don't know. After Da Sinong came back from the palace, he said that this matter has been discussed at the national policy meeting. Manager Fang also knows that His Majesty has many new rules for the Queen, and I'm afraid there are still some places. Not sure. This matter is related to the Hou Mansion, so Da Sikong is probably on the safe side."
"Then what kind of documents need to be replaced?" Fang Muxian asked with an unchanging smile, showing a humble and cooperative attitude.
"Da Sinong just asked the Marquis Mansion to send someone to go to the household department with the seal that the Marquis used on the previous document." Fan Ting also smiled, "I guess there are three copies missing. After all, now there are already The National Policy Conference also has an internal affairs department.”
"In that case, there is no rush." Fang Muxian saluted, "Unfortunately, the Marquis went to Tongzhou early this morning with his seal. He should be back before Shen Shi. After all, he has to attend a banquet at night. If you don't miss it at that time, , I will rush there. If it is a little late, I will arrive tomorrow morning."
Fan Ting felt that the task was completed and bowed: "Thank you for your work. Then Fan will take his leave."
"I'll send Fan Zhaomo off to you."
Fang Muxian walked him to the gate of the Marquis' Mansion while chatting, and stood at the steps of the mansion as if waiting for him to go away. When Fan Tingou turned around and saw that he was still at the door, and turned around to say hello again, Fang Muxian also smiled and bent slightly again.
From the corner of his eye, there was nothing unusual at the door of the Hou Mansion.
After he walked back to the house, he frowned: Could it be that he really knew how to write three copies? Although Fan Tingguan was young, since he came to the Marquis Mansion to handle the matter in person, why didn't he know what document was missing? Isn't the Teruma Institute responsible for verifying official documents?
If you are really in a hurry, why don't you just bring the transcript and have it stamped?
When Fang Muxian returned to the front yard, the young man he called Liuyi also came over. When he saw him, he just shook his head.
Turning to look outside the door of the mansion, Fang Muxian had a serious expression on his face: How to decide?
(End of chapter)
