Chapter 2385

I was spitting blood on the hall and fell down.

It must be recorded in history. Whether it is unofficial or official history, the previous scene will be interpreted as a story.

But today's great court meeting is also destined to leave a mark in history.

What will be left?

The ministers were uneasy, and the emperor's attitude made them confused.

But the dissatisfaction of the gentry and the people is a fact!

Yang Rong felt it necessary to remind the emperor, "Your Majesty, we have to continue to invest in the cement Avenue connecting the north and the south this year. I remember the memorial of local officials, saying that the people along the way were curious and would step on a few feet when the road builders didn't pay attention."

He smiled and said, "when the cement hasn't dried, it's stepped on a few feet. That's a pit!"

"Yes! Before, a section of cement was paved beside the city gate, and a cow rushed in. When he was driven out, he couldn't see that section of cement ground. It was all footprints."

"This cement is also novel! It doesn't look boring when mixing, but after the paste is firm, hey! You can pull ten ox carts to press it."

The topic was deflected in an instant.

But here are thoughtful people. In front of the emperor, who will discuss the magic of cement with Alzheimer's?

This is just to turn the topic around and let the emperor stop talking about forming a party.

Whether it is the Han, Tang or the former Song Dynasty, the tragedy of the party struggle is haunting.

But look at those officials with flashing eyes, you will know that they don't care about tragedy at all. They care about interests.

There has been no sign of forming a party in the court, which is a good thing for the emperor. He can easily control the court.

And forming a party is the beginning of the confrontation between kings and officials.

Perhaps at the beginning, the emperor would encourage or even control the formation of parties and confrontation between his ministers. He provoked and used his strength in the middle.

The so-called "Ming monarchs" used a lot of such means, but in the end they were burying great hidden dangers for their children and grandchildren.

Those officials borrowed the emperor's clean-up this time.

They also borrowed the words "the law does not blame the public" and "throw the mouse away".

Yang Rong knew this, so he interrupted the digression of those people and said, "Your Majesty, the North-South Avenue should be watched by the Ministry of work, otherwise the people would step on it if they had just paved the ground..."

He lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, you'd rather slow down..."

"I know Mr. Yang's pains."

Zhu Zhanji nodded to express his appreciation.

Yang Rong's words are telling Zhu Zhanji that people are like water and emperors are like boats. Politicians must not be eager. And those officials who form a party can't be attacked by thunder, otherwise your emperor will betray his relatives.

The eyes below flickered, and the morning light was cold and scattered in front of the Fengtian hall, reflected on the ministers.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt that these ministers were like Shi wengzhong.

Shi wengzhong, also known as Shi Xiangsheng, is often found in front of the emperor's tomb. He probably wants to continue the relationship between kings and officials underground after death.

But I'm not dead yet!

Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes slightly and eased his slightly cold body.

"I'm not dead yet."

The emperor's voice came as coldly as the dawn at the moment.

"I'm not dead yet. I'm still watching the court and the world."

The emperor seemed to have made up his mind and delayed the time of the Grand Court meeting.

Those officials who secretly formed a party were frightened. Their eyes flew disorderly in front of Fengtian hall, and gradually became more and more flustered.

Yang Rong felt that the emperor was really anxious. If he directly attacked the formation of the party today, the people of the ministers would float and be in danger tomorrow.

Whether it is to form a party or a gang, such things have been inevitable through the ages. Do you think Zhu Zhanji is Qin emperor and Han Wu? I actually want to destroy all these things during the Xuande period.

What the king wants to control is just a degree. As long as those people form a party on a small scale and not for the purpose of resisting the emperor, why not turn a blind eye.

Zhu Zhanji felt this emotion and felt like a deep resentment.

So he smiled, "what do you think?"

With the continuation of his imperial career, Zhu Zhanji's use of this sentence "what do you think" has become easier and more profound.

Ask questions first, and then ask the officials to make a statement. As an emperor, you can watch and write them down one by one.

This is not only a good move for the observation team, but also a necessary recipe for beating the officials.

"Your Majesty is wise."

Fang Xing feels that those who want to form a party are a group of fools.

At present, there are no important ministers or forces in the court that can threaten Zhu Zhanji's rights. At this time, the party is formed, that is, eggs hit stones.

Those big generals stood on the side bravely, still not slack.

General Han is like a man, a guard of honor.

But at this moment, all the officials firmly believe that this honor guard can turn into a fierce soldier at any time and drag themselves down.

This is the deterrent of monarchy.

If you lose this, it's whether you are a gentleman or a minister.

Fang Xing was looking at the civil servants. He felt that when Zhu Zhanji ordered to do it, someone would go out of work and say good words for those people.

Mardan! Than the mouth? Look who's good.

Although Fang Xing doesn't like to quote scriptures, no, he can't quote scriptures, but his ridicule is frightening. The man vomited blood earlier. Although he was suspected of fraud, he could also see the style of Fang Xing poisonous snake.

Yang Rong bowed his head slightly. He felt that he couldn't be good today.

And now is the time to stand in line.

Should we stand on the side of the emperor and find out those officials suspected of forming a party, or should we stand on the side of our colleagues and press down the increasingly mean emperor together.

Yang Rong just thought for a moment, sighed slightly in his heart, and whispered, "don't slow down your cheeks for those people!"

Yang Shiqi behind him was stunned and said, "don't slow down for those people!"

Jin Youzi in the back didn't send a message down, but said in a low voice: "this is a war between kings and officials. We are associate political scholars. We don't need to mention which side we should stand on."

If the Bachelor of auxiliary politics stands in the wrong place, even if the emperor does not investigate, he will have no face to enter the warm Pavilion again.

Huang Huai sighed in his heart, but also nodded slightly to express his approval.

Only Yang Pu didn't hear it. He didn't hear either Yang Rong's message or Jin Youzi's complaint.

He was looking at it, watching the emperor staring at the void in the distance without expression.

It's time to do it!

When he saw Zhu Zhanji slowly lowering his head and overlooking the ministers, he couldn't help tightening his heart.

What he didn't see was that an official recorded the emperor's previous words on the side, revising them word by word, and there must be no mistakes.

Zhu Zhanji's mouth suddenly tilted slightly and looked at it with some sarcastic meaning.

"Hubu."

Xia Yuanji came out of work with some difficulty and answered with a dry cough.

Zhu Zhanji asked calmly, "are the granaries in the north and South filled?"

Xia Yuanji didn't know the meaning of the emperor's question, and subconsciously replied: "Yes, your majesty, most of the granaries in the north and South are full. I suggested to build more granaries last time. I don't know what happened to the Ministry of work. In addition, I suggested that the Ministry of work and local governments should do more projects during the slack season, use grain to pay for wages, at least consume some storage, and let the people have more living money."

"Xia Qing is really a man of work."

The emperor's evaluation was very high. As soon as the conversation changed, he said: "the north and South work departments should check this matter to find out what projects are essential and arrange them according to their priorities."

The Minister of the Ministry of industry is on duty.

At this moment, a ray of sunshine jumped out from the top of the house in front and fell on the roof of Fengtian hall. It was resplendent.

Zhu Zhanji said, "too much food is a good thing, not a good thing."

He even got up and walked over, which is rare in the history of the great court meeting. Even Zhu Di wouldn't do that.

He looked at the ministers with his hands down, and the morning light flashed over his head.

"Too much food will rot. who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard. This is the instruction of Emperor Wen in my enlightenment, so we should solve this problem."

Sell it, officer!

This is the voice of most ministers, so that the court can have more money.

Xia Yuanji shook his head disapprovingly. He felt that it was not a disaster year and the food price was not high. Official selling would only suppress the food price and disappoint the farmers who wanted to exchange some food for money.