At this point, the young emperor glanced at Gao Shizhi and Song Daoning. The latter's heart trembled at the same time. When the emperor shifted his gaze, the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly. It was an unexpected calamity. The income of Duke Yan's Mansion and Marquis Huaiyang's Mansion had long been diluted to the point that it was negligible. Now, the ones who could truly be called the biggest rats in the country were none other than the three members of the Zhao Family who had the same surname as the country. Two of them were the elders of the Zhao Family who had long been indifferent to the court. The last one was a new member of the Imperial Family who had recently entered the muddy waters. It was said that the former had tried to rope in the latter, and the latter had suddenly gained power with the help of a certain son-in-law during the Auspicious Year. Apparently, he had somewhat forgotten himself and his bones had become lighter by several jin. Once he heard that it was such a profitable business with no capital, he had thrown himself into it without hesitation. For half a year, the guaranteed bonus was 2.5 million taels of silver. In fact, Gao Shizhi and Song Daoning had only received around 500,000 taels of silver at their peak. It should be known that the son-in-law of the County King was standing in the Hall of Immortal Cultivation at this moment, and his position was only behind Qi Yanglong and Huan Wen, alongside Zhao Youling, Yin Maochun, and Wu Zhongxuan! But why did the emperor not look at that person, but instead reminded Yan and Song? It was very simple. The young man who had been imperceptibly tricked by his father-in-law was named Chen Wang. In the officialdom of Liyang, he had always been respectfully called Chen Shaobao. He was an important official of the central government and close to the emperor. In terms of the degree of his confidante, perhaps even Yan Jiexi and Yan Chiji, the father and son of the emperor, could not compare to him.
At this moment, Chen Wang, the Left Scattered Cavalry Officer of Menxia Province, was expressionless. He held his breath in concentration, and no one could see anything strange.
Jin Lanting narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up the back of Chen Wang who was standing in front of him. His eyes were dark and gloomy.
The Grand Secretary of the Hall of Wuying, Wen Shouren, was not at ease in today's small court meeting. As the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites who aspired to take control of the Liyang literature vein, he was also greatly disappointed. Earlier, the Emperor had mentioned that the chief examiner of the spring examination would be someone of virtue and prestige. This meant that Jin San Lang, who had little experience in the officialdom, had actually already missed the great opportunity to use the spring examination to become the common teacher of all the scholars in the world. During the Yonghui era, when Zhang Julu and Tantanon, two people jointly controlled the imperial examination, why did everybody like to call themselves Zhang Julu's disciple, Grand Secretary Wansheng? It was not only because Zhang Julu's official position was higher than Huan Wen's, nor was it because of the difference between the positions of president and vice president. The key was that in the end, Huan Wen was only responsible for dividing the rooms and marking the examination papers. Even if the person was personally selected by Huan Wen, he still had to be approved by Zhang Julu.
Jin Lanting originally thought that after Qi Yanglong clearly stated that he would not participate in the spring examination and Yao Baifeng took the initiative to pack up and leave the Imperial College, he would be able to obtain one of the three positions of president and vice president. As for whether or not he could take over the position of chief examiner, it was not that Jin Lanting did not covet it. However, he did not expect that in the end it would be such a bleak situation.
The small court meeting that followed was mainly to discuss the deployment of troops from Guangling Road. Lu Shengxiang emerged as the biggest winner. The assistant minister of the Ministry of War, Xu Gong, remained in Ji Zhou, while Lu Shengxiang became the general of the southern expedition. Compared to last time when he was restricted everywhere, this time the Emperor not only personally gave Lu Shengxiang the power to do whatever he wanted, half of the Ministry of War and the entire capital's military strength leaned towards him. He also had the power to control the 14 provinces of the central plains, including Jing 'an Road. In addition, he casually said, "When a general is outside, the emperor's orders cannot be taken." In this way, Lu Shengxiang seemed to have leapt to a position above a Jiedushi. After stepping out of the Yangshen Temple today, he almost controlled half of the Liyang Dynasty's military forces.
Wu Zhongxuan's expression was calm, but even an idiot knew that this Minister of War from a barbaric land was probably cursing in his heart.
After the small court meeting ended, the young Emperor looked tired and did not keep any of the officials to continue the discussion alone.
These officials, who could be called the pillars of Liyang, all left in a line.
Lu Shengxiang, who was the laughingstock of the capital's officialdom just a day ago, was surrounded by endless congratulatory voices.
Gao Shizhi and Song Daoning still walked together without any suspense. However, Chen Wang, who had not interacted much with them, suddenly came to their side. He did not say anything, only smiled apologetically.
Everything was understood without words.
Gao Shizhi and Song Daoning waited for Chen Shaobao to leave. They looked at each other and smiled, without the bitterness in the Yangshen Temple.
When dealing with smart people, it was more reassuring to know when to stop than to speak with certainty.
To be an official in the same court as a scholar like Chen Wang, no matter how high his position was, it was a comfortable and pleasing thing to the eye. It was hard to dislike him.
Gao Shizhi joked, "To have such an old father-in-law who only knows how to drag him down, it really is hard on our Chen Shaobao."
Song Daoning stared and said softly, "The palace is an important place, you don't even know the words' careful '? How are you any better? "
Gao Shizhi laughed it off.
At this moment, Changshan Commandery Prince Zhao Yang suddenly shouted, startling Wen Shouren and the other officials. They looked up and saw a child of seven or eight years old appear at the corner. The officials who were familiar with the Changshan Commandery Prince's mansion all recognized the identity of the child. He was Zhao Yang's eldest grandson. Now he was studying in the Diligent Room in the palace where the Zhao family's descendants gathered. All the children of Liyang's vassals were proud to enter the Diligent Room. The Yangshen Temple was located at the intersection of the outer court and the inner court. It was also a top military important place. Logically speaking, even if the grandson of Changshan Commandery Prince was playful and lost, he should not appear in front of everyone. The rule of killing anyone who approached the Yangshen Temple for no reason was not just for show. It was no wonder that Zhao Yang was so angry. The old man who had been in the officialdom all his life was really scared.
The child studying in the Diligent Room was so scared by his grandfather that his face turned pale. His little face was wrinkled and he looked pitiful as if he wanted to cry but did not dare to.
But soon, a young man in white appeared beside the child. His eyes were closed and his face was calm. He smiled slightly and reached out to touch the child's head. Then, he "looked" at Changshan Commandery Prince Zhao Yang and said, "Don't be angry, old Commandery Prince. I asked Zhao Yuan to help lead the way. I have already talked to the Ceremony Directorate before. I did not cross the palace's rules."
The old Commandery Prince was stunned and could not figure out the reason. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that his grandson had said not long ago that there was a blind chief teacher in the Diligent Room whose surname was Lu. He was very knowledgeable and knew everything about astronomy and geography. He had a very good temper and never beat people. At that time, the old Commandery Prince was puzzled that a blind man could be one of the chief teachers in the Diligent Room. Although Liyang was not the Great Feng Dynasty where even officials had to be judged by their appearance, it was still not normal for a blind man to be an official. There was no harm in him being a strategist in the local area. Later, the old Commandery Prince asked around and found out that this blind scholar had once been a strategist by the side of the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun. During the last years of Yonghui's reign, he had prepared the influential Four Digs and Thirteen Strategies for the Jing An Palace. Later, for some reason, he had taken root in Tai 'an City. Zhao Yang snorted disdainfully at this. He guessed that this blind scholar was just another scholar like Jin Lanting who swayed with the wind.
After the old Commandery Prince heard the explanation of the young man who was the Diligent Room's chief teacher, he still harrumphed coldly with a straight face. He said to his grandson in a bad mood, "What are you wandering around for? Go back to study!"
The child, who was as scared of the old Commandery Prince as his father, unexpectedly did not listen to the "military order" this time. He gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice, "Grandfather, I still have to lead the way for Mister Lu. Mister told us that the last ten miles is the most difficult to walk. The last ten miles is the best way to see a person's innate character. I've only walked half of it …"
The old Commandery Prince, who was used to the obedience of everyone in the Commandery Prince, was instantly enraged. The power that he had accumulated from half his life in the military exploded, "Little brat, half your uncle! You dare to reason with me? If you have the ability, then don't go back to the Commandery Prince Chang Shan's Manor today. Go sleep on the street outside the gate! "
The blind young man smiled slightly and said, "Don't scholars study so that they can understand etiquette and act according to reason? Why can't you reason with your elders? "
The amiable and diligent Room's chief teacher was a stark contrast to the ruthless Commandery Prince of Zhao.
Even many of the Li Yang officials walking at the front couldn't help but stop and turn around to look. They were all waiting to see what would happen.
The old Commandery Prince glanced at the young man who had no hair on his mouth. He was too lazy to say anything. Then he continued to glare fiercely at the child, "Are you rebelling? How many meals of 'scabbard' do you want to eat tonight? Hm?! "
Most of the high officials and nobles of Great Peace City had heard of the matter of scabbard rice. It was the trump card that the old Commandery Prince Zhao Yang used to discipline the children of his family. In reality, even the Duke of Yan and the Marquis of Huaiyang, who lived close to the old Commandery Prince Fu, had been hit by Zhao Yang's scabbard when they were young. He had said that their elders could not discipline them well, so he would discipline them for them. It was a small matter, so there was no need to thank him.
Hearing the words "scabbard rice," the child's legs trembled even more.
The young man crouched down and whispered a few words to the child. The latter nodded furiously and ran away from the trouble. Then the blind scholar from Qingzhou stood and said with a smile, "It is true that the rod produces the filial son. But if a family only has the rod and no poetry, they are fated to be foolishly filial. Even if they have the loyalty of a family, it is difficult to have the loyalty of a country. There is no benefit to the monarch and the country, and no favor to the people of the world. "
The old Commandery Prince smiled coldly and clicked his tongue. "You can scare people with your principles. No wonder you are the chief teacher of the Diligent Room. It is a pity that This King is not interested in listening to your nonsense today. You are a rotten scholar who speaks of benevolence, righteousness, and morality. This King killed many in the Spring and Autumn War! Now that you are working in the Diligent Room, This King does not have the ability to make things difficult for you. You are lucky to be born twenty years later! "
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