Wenyuan Pavilion is brightly lit.
Stacks of memorials were sent over, and those unimportant ones that could be temporarily shelved were pushed aside by the secretary, leaving only the memorials for reporting disasters and urgency.
While everyone was busy, they peeped at the faces of the first two prime ministers.
Prime Minister Jiang coughed twice from time to time, frowned tightly, and looked at the memorial with his crystal lens.
Prime Minister Zhang, the old god, was present and looked very relaxed.
"Naughty, it's just nonsense!"
Prime Minister Jiang suddenly slapped the memorial on the table heavily, his beard shaking with anger.
Everyone was startled and looked at Jiang Zhengshi next to Prime Minister Jiang. The latter picked up the memorial and looked very ugly, and immediately said loudly: "The northern frontier army only gave half of the rations last winter. , Now that the soldiers have no rice to cook, they can only drink gruel every day?"
Prime Minister Zhang stared at a clerk who was serving a memorial, his eyes filled with scrutiny.
This memorial should have been detained, but now it is on Prime Minister Jiang's desk.
The Minister of the Ministry of War went to coordinate the conflict between the Imperial Guard and the Jinyiwei. Only the Minister of the Household was under the pressure, he laughed dryly, and reluctantly said: "Don't you all know about the way of the frontier army? In the past two years, the Northern Xinjiang has not recruited troops, and the number of soldiers will only decrease and cannot increase. However, the amount of money that the Northern Xinjiang is asking for is 30% more than two years ago, which is… not right!”
"So you held it back and didn't give it?"
Jiang Zhengshi was not fooled by the words of the Minister of the Ministry of Housing. He endured his anger and said, "The military rations in the northern Xinjiang last year, the two chiefs have already approved them, and they will give 80% of the amount reported. Wait until the spring, if the Khitan If you violate the border, send the rest along with the military supplies and drag it until the summer grain is collected, and the national treasury will be abundant.
The Minister of the Household naturally refused to take this charge. He stood up abruptly and shouted directly: "What is the meaning of privately deducting money and food, how dare I dare to embezzle military food? Yongzhou has suffered a three-year drought, and it is necessary to relieve the victims. The empty treasury is not a problem. It’s been two days. The army in the northern Xinjiang has serious air wages, and there has been no major war in these years, so I can only use this part of the food temporarily, otherwise what should I do? Watching the people starve to death?”
"you!"
Jiang Zhengshi knew that the truth was not so simple, but there was no evidence, and the Minister of the Ministry of Household's remarks were so eloquent that he could not refute it for a while.
Prime Minister Jiang did not speak with a sullen face, his eyes met Prime Minister Zhang, who took the tea cup casually, opened the tea leaves with the lid, and took a sip.
The Minister of the Household was a member of Prime Minister Zhang's faction, and these things must have been approved by Prime Minister Zhang.
Not to mention that in Wenyuan Pavilion at the moment, even if it is exposed in the court, it is a trivial matter for Prime Minister Zhang. The evidence must not be found, the accounts of the Ministry of Households are also neat, and the excuses are one after another. Even the emperor can't punish his ministers without reason.
Even if Prime Minister Jiang's faction made an effort to attack the Minister of Household, it would be difficult for Prime Minister Zhang to be affected.
- If the original minister is taken away, and Prime Minister Zhang's person succeeds, then this power will be in vain.
Prime Minister Jiang was full of anger at first. He was annoyed that Prime Minister Zhang stretched his hand too long and made money too unruly. He had always despised him, but he still did not expect that Prime Minister Zhang would dare to attack the military rations in the northern Xinjiang.
After the anger was over, Prime Minister Jiang listened to his disciples and officials from his own faction taking turns to fight, and quarreled with the Minister of the Ministry of Household and his henchmen, as if he wanted to take out all the expenditures of last year's state treasury and smash it into pieces.
One by one, one by one, everyone is thoroughly familiar with it.
It's not how responsible they are, but every time there is a dispute, they have to be brought out and turned around.
They quarreled fiercely, the two prime ministers said nothing and exchanged cold eyes.
It is also customary for the court to let the disciples and officials who depend on them take the lead. The prime minister will not speak without the complete assurance of defeating the political enemy.
But it was this practice, and Prime Minister Jiang felt a little dazed today.
In this pavilion, which is located in the imperial city, which symbolizes power and is yearn for by scholars all over the world, it should be sitting in a famous official who is admired by the world, but now
The old prime minister sighed deeply, exhausted.
He put his pen down and walked away without saying a word.
The dispute came to an end, and everyone thought that Prime Minister Jiang was furious, so they walked away. His disciples were in a hurry. At this time, staying in the palace can firmly hold the power. Although everyone wants to support the third prince to ascend the throne, but the future emperor remembers whose kindness and who is close, which is learned. !
At such a juncture, how can you walk away with anger
Prime Minister Zhang watched Jiang Zhengshi go after Prime Minister Jiang, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, and put the tea cup heavily on the low table.
There was dead silence in the Wenyuan Pavilion. After a while, Prime Minister Zhang got up to change his clothes, and then people spoke one after another.
"Military pay is not a small amount..."
"It's all said to be used for disaster relief, why? Still want to spit blood?!"
The Imperial Guards and the palace servants who were on duty in Wenyuan Pavilion were trembling.
It is not a minority of courtiers who disagree with each other.
In the Chen Dynasty, there were also horrific stories of ministers beating up one person when they were in court.
The Shishulang, who had previously made a memorial for Prime Minister Jiang and handed over the memorial for the Northern Xinjiang Army, quietly retreated to the side without attracting anyone's attention.
Let's say that Prime Minister Zhang left the duty room, and at the end of the corridor is the dressing room.
Of course, no one would follow closely when changing clothes. The guards and the palace servants saw it from a distance, and they just bowed their heads and saluted. Prime Minister Zhang entered the small room, instead of going behind the screen to find the toilet, he picked up a warm cloth and wiped his palm carelessly.
Guessing that it was almost time, he went out.
Meeting the Minister of War head-on, the latter said in a low voice, "The net over the Yiguang Gate has been laid."
Prime Minister Zhang narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
There was a faint sound of muffled thunder in the sky, dark clouds covered the moon, and soon the wind picked up again, making the copper bell hanging from the corner of the palace's eaves rattled rapidly.
"How about Nanzhen Fusi?"
"I heard that His Majesty was seriously ill and couldn't get up, so he was honest."
Prime Minister Zhang suddenly asked, "Have those grains and forages in northern Xinjiang been disposed of?"
"It's still the same, Zhang Xiang doesn't have to worry about it. Besides, last year was not only the severe drought in Yongzhou, but also the earthquake in Qiuling County, Pingzhou, which required the state treasury to spend money..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew away the capes of the Janissaries.
There was chaos outside the Wenyuan Pavilion, caught off guard by this gust of wind, and even the horns of the lantern were tilted several times.
Taking advantage of this gust of wind, the Minister of War, thinking that no one could hear them, couldn't help but ask: "Sorry for the unknown, what is the evidence obtained by Liu Dan, the general Liu Dan? What if it falls into someone else's hands? , isn't that a bad thing?"
Prime Minister Zhang squinted at him and said dissatisfiedly: "The Prime Minister has his own arrangements. If you shouldn't ask, don't talk too much."
At this time, a group of janissaries rushed into the distance and surrounded an open space in front of the palace.
"what happened?"
Prime Minister Jiang's sedan chair overturned.
The small bridge used in the palace is similar to the sliding pole, and there is no obstruction around it. In the open area in front of the palace, the wind was particularly strong, and the sedan chair that Prime Minister Jiang was sitting in just caught up with such a gust of wind.
If it weren't for the quick-witted eyes and hands of the two disciples who chased after him, Prime Minister Jiang would probably have to lie down and see the imperial doctor.
Jiang Zhengshi was fascinated by the wind, and was afraid that Prime Minister Jiang's accident would be enough to frighten him.
"Jiang Xiang, at this moment anyone can retreat, but you can't retreat! In this court and opposition, who else can make Zhang Xiang jealous except you?" Jiang Zhengshi had to persuade him against the wind.
Prime Minister Jiang was silent.
Jiang Zhengshi thought he was shaken, and hurriedly said: "The military pay in the northern border cannot be wrong, and now the court is worried about internal and external troubles, His Majesty is sick, and the third prince has an indecisive temperament. The well-being of the people rests on your shoulders..."
"okay!"
Prime Minister Jiang stopped drinking, his hair and beard were all messed up by the wind.
At fifty you know the mandate of heaven, at sixty your ears are obedient.
Prime Minister Jiang is sixty-eight this year, and he does not have a good ear. It is impossible to listen to what political enemies say. Now, Prime Minister Jiang can't listen to what his disciples are persuading from old times.
"I once said that I was ashamed to be an official in the same dynasty with some people! Now that I think about it, what is the difference between this old man and Zhang Xiang?" Prime Minister Jiang closed his eyes and his voice was bitter.
The third prince is clearly not suitable to be an emperor, because he is cowardly and useless and cannot interfere in the affairs of the state, so he also tends to have such an emperor who is just a display.
The military salaries in the northern Xinjiang were secretly manipulated, and the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of War were to blame. To get these black-hearted worms away, they had to go through party struggles.
Find ways to repel, defeat the political enemy, and then replace that position with someone on your side. If those people make big mistakes, they will do everything possible to protect them, just because they firmly believe in their hearts that their own people who have made mistakes have a conscience and can govern the country better than those who follow Zhang Xiang.
Everything is an official position. The official position of one's own people must be kept, and the official position of those who depend on the other party must be suppressed and snatched.
Once an official is demoted, he will find a way to shove his own people. If it doesn't work, he would rather be a neutral party like Jiang Zhengshi. Young talents will be robbed, and His Majesty's trust will be robbed.
It's been like this for a lifetime, fighting like a black-eyed chicken.
Prime Minister Jiang stumbled a few steps, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked, "Where is the sixth prince?"
Jiang Zhengshi was stunned for a moment, and then his face became embarrassed.
"The sixth prince didn't return to the palace, he ran away quietly."
"Run?" Prime Minister Jiang repeated, surprised.
At this time, in the corridor of Wenyuan Pavilion, everyone had already learned that Prime Minister Jiang's sedan chair was overturned.
Some people were secretly happy, others were shocked and worried, Zhang Zai smiled like a smile, but he still ordered people to ask for an imperial doctor, and asked people to go to the place where the sedan chair overturned to help.
The Shishulang, who silently sent the memorial, looked anxious.
He used a memorial to disturb the courtiers who had been reluctant to join forces. Now that Jiang Xiang has an accident, Zhang Xiang is in power alone. In the future, the Qi Dynasty will either die by the powerful ministers, or by the exploited people and the detained soldiers!
Just in a hurry, a servant who was cleaning in Wenyuan Pavilion leaned over and whispered: "His Royal Highness is ready to start, please Hao Hanlin to keep an eye on Zhang Xiang."
Shi Shulang opened his eyes wide, a look of joy on his face.
Could it be that the prince's health has improved