Chapter 143 Style is the killer of impeachment

The bells and drums of the Xuande Tower of the imperial city were ringing, and the officials entered the imperial city one after another. Today's early morning made the king feel that the atmosphere was different from the past. Although he had not been to the court for a long time, the changes in the court really surprised him.

As always, before the emperor came, the ministers couldn't help whispering. Some of the elders pretended to be highly respected and closed their eyes and waited for the emperor to appear. The king stood at the front end of the queue, and there were some old faces around him. Although these faces were familiar with them, the king knew the pattern in the court. It has been slowly changing.

"Your Majesty, you have always been well." It was Cai Jing who spoke. I don't know when Cai Jing came to Wang's side.

"Yuanchang, when did you come back?" Wang was somewhat surprised when he saw Cai Jing. Compared with what he had seen before, Cai Jing seemed to have lost a circle of weight. Although the description of Cai Jing in history was a treacherous minister, after so many years, Wang not only did not hate it, but also had a little intimacy with Cai Jing. This kind of intimacy was compared with seeing Sima Guang today, Wen Yanbo, Lv Gong, and Fan Chunren. He is more cordially with Lv Dafang and others.

"I just arrived in the capital yesterday, and I haven't had time to visit the prince. This is not that the flood of the Luokou River has been lifted. I returned to Beijing to reply. It happened that the minister of the Ministry of Industry invited the emperor's will, and today I will also go to the palace." Cai Jing said respectfully in a low voice.

"Good thing, I also heard that you have managed the Luokou flood well this time, and you have also strictly investigated a group of officials." Speaking of this, Wang looked at Cai Jing with approval.

"I'm grateful to the prince. I'm just following the prince's instructions. This time, the water control project is relatively thorough. I believe that the embankment of the Luokou River will not ask questions for a period of time."

"That's right. It not only leaves a handle for people, but also benefits the people. What's more, the position of Luokou is related to the capital. If you don't do it, don't talk about your Wusha, I don't think it's easy to keep the head under the Wusha."

"What the prince said was that he finally did a down-to-earth thing this time. After a while, I will play the emperor. This time, I plan to play the emperor to reward the chamber soldiers, and then celebrate everyone's achievements. The rewards and punishments are clear."

"The award should be rewarded, but I think this celebration will be avoided." The king said faintly.

"What the prince means."

"Water and fire are ruthless. I don't know how many people have been displaced. Although the officers and soldiers try their best and you have done a good job, it's a little too much to celebrate the funeral like a happy event."

Cai Jing blushed for a while, thinking that the prince's words were really sharp, which he had never thought of. He said with guiltily, "The prince reminded me."

"It's okay." Wang patted Cai Jing's shoulder: "You are a talent in water control. If you do well, you are a good official of the people. You will have a thousand history of celebrities in the future. I think you are good. Come on."

While cheering up for Cai Jing, Wang Bian suddenly felt that he was also talented enough. Seeing Cai Jing and Chen nodding hard, Wang Bian smiled.

With the sound: When the emperor arrived, the hall was immediately quiet. The ministers returned to their respective positions and respectfully welcomed the emperor's arrival. The grunting voice came from the back of the hall. Four burly bodyguards pushed the royal wheelchair and walked up from the back of the hall. What a familiar scene. In those years, the king himself designed the craftsman. On the dragon chair built, Song Yingzong Zhao Shu sat, but now it is the scorched yellow and thin Zhao Yu. His skinny hand is on the armrest that has been stroked and particularly bright in the wheelchair countless times. Zhao Yu's eyes glanced around the hall, and finally fell on the king's body, until after the ceremony, the king and Zhao Yu's When he looked at each other, Zhao Yu nodded slightly to the king.

I haven't seen him for a few months. How did Zhao Yu become like this? Wang's heart also sank. Although he complained about Zhao Yu in his heart, it was not as good as his resentment for Zhao Shu in those years. Zhao Shu's deathbed gave Yongzhou's reform plan to Wang, which was the last hope left by Zhao Shu. But Zhao Yu, his friend in those years, the supporter of innovation, can't be said to have turned against the king in the end, but what he did was absolutely despised by the king. However, seeing Zhao Yu in the wheelchair and the look of nodding slightly to himself, it was inevitable that Wang was still a little desolate.

Compared with Zhao Yu at present, the king deeply understands a truth that whether it is an emperor or a commoner, not many people can escape fate. In the face of life, old age, illness and death, life and death, the emperor's death is nothing more than the death of the title is different from the death of the people, but the same is a handful of loess and a handful of dust, and finally the soul is unknown.

The things I heard in my ears were boring and lengthy. Occasionally, there were one or two of Zhao Yu's instructions, but Wang's mind was empty. It seemed that everything in the hall had nothing to do with him. Next was the decree, a long series of additional appointments. It seemed that Wang's speculation was not wrong. Some people who came to the hall today came to receive the seal. Of.

The servant under the door, the left servant of Shangshu shot, and Sima Guang came forward to thank him.

When the minister read here, there was a small ** in the court. There were Huangmen servants in Qin and Han, who were in charge of all the affairs with the servants. They were close to the emperor. In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, his status gradually improved. He participated in the great government of the court. The servant of the Tang Sect was originally four grades, and was promoted to the third grade. He was the deputy of the minister of the provincial governor of the sect. Yuan Feng changed. After the system, he served as the servant of Shangshu's left servant and the servant of the door, and served as the prime minister of the right servant of Shangshu.

"Wow, Sima Xianggong will be sealed directly as soon as he comes back."

"This... Mr. Sima has always opposed the new law. I think the emperor is determined to completely abolish the new law."

"Isn't that very good? We have the leadership of Sima Xianggong, which is a great thing. Sima Xianggong can be regarded as a model of Confucianism. He is respected by people, honest and benevolent, political principles, neither humble nor arrogant, and upholds morality... Sima Feng is quite well-deserved."

This is really a few families happy and several families are sad. Some are happy and some are worried, not to mention that Lv Gong and others can't suppress their joy. If it weren't for the hall, I'm afraid they would have rushed through the cheers, and even several people threw Sima Guang up a few times.

Of course, the ancients were much more reserved. It was impossible to throw a few times, but it was inevitable to laugh. Some people also pulled the sleeves of their colleagues and scolded at the position where the king stood: "I can see it now."

Isn't there something to see? Wang Bian heard and saw it, but what he thought, since everything is ahead of schedule, how can he completely break the law? Maybe God will make him crazy before he dies. Isn't the madness of the process of time a precursor to be completely broken by this magnetic field? So, in the face of the morning The king half squinted at the changes in the court, as if he was unmoved.

Zhao Yu also looked at the king. What did this boy think? Didn't he feel it at all in the face of the changes in the court? How could he be so indifferent?

The appointment is coming to an end. I heard the eunuch say for Zhao Yu, "If there is a book, there is no book to retreat."

"I have one." Zhang Ruxian, the imperial historian, stood out of the queue.

"Play it." Zhao Yu said.

"I want to impeach one person."

Yushi is idle. If he doesn't impeach others, he will dereliction of duty, so everyone is used to impeaching Yushi, but I don't know who is unlucky today.

"Zhang Ruxian, who do you want to impeach?"

"I want to impeach Shang Shu Zuo Cheng, and Wang Anli, the governor of Kaifeng."

It came so soon. Wang's half-squinted eyes raised his eyelids. Instead of looking at the imperial historian Zhang Ruxian, he looked at the stunned third uncle Wang Anli. It was a little interesting. The third uncle took it. Then Wang's side looked at it as if it was okay. Then he half closed his eyes to refresh his mind. All this was in Zhao Yu's eyes. Zhao Yu frowned slightly and looked at Sima Guang. Did Sima Guang start to do it so quickly? Did they have contact for a long time?

Sima Guang shook his head. It seemed that this matter had nothing to do with me, but he had already scolded in his heart. Zhang Ruxian, who didn't open his eyes, didn't look at the impeachment. Isn't this forcing me to the front line?

Zhang Ruxian, the imperial historian, did not expect that today's reward was a big event. When he wanted to be impeached, he said to himself, "Shang Shu Zuocheng and Wang Anli took advantage of his authority to send his son Wang Fu to the grain and materials court of Sizhou (now Xuyi, Jiangsu Province) without authorization, which was not in line with the legal procedures. I also heard that Wang Anli slandered him privately. The emperor..."

"Hmm." Song Shenzong looked at Wang Anli. It is said that Wang Anli usually does his best. The fool also knows that there is water. What's more, how can anyone know about slandering the emperor in private?

Wang Anli couldn't stand up. At that moment, he said injustice, and then defended, "Your Majesty, Wang Fan's position is appointed by the emperor. As for what I say, I dare not to slander the emperor."

"Why don't you dare? The emperor said many times that Xixia was blocked by you. You said in private that the emperor couldn't measure himself."

"You, open your mouth." Wang An pointed to Zhang Ruxian's hand politely and shivered, "You are a private revenge. I can't slander Song Shenzong. Your Majesty, you can see my loyalty to the court."

"The official believes in you. All right, that's it." Zhao Yu waved his hand and wanted to calm down the matter.

Zhang Ruxian seemed to be unconvinced, and wrote, "Your Majesty, wherever Wang Anli went, he had close contact with the local prostitutes, and her behavior was dirty; Wang Anli was extremely unfilial to his parents and had fun with his wife and concubines during the funeral, which damaged the image of the ruling minister, etc.; a minister like Wang Anli could not correct himself, how could he As an example for scholars and doctors, he acts as a ruling minister.

Wang Anli is also an old man. When he was said so, his face turned red, and he heard someone laughing in the hall. He knew that he only laughed at himself as an old man. Other things were easy to explain. Isn't this matter directly splashed with dirty water, and Zhang Ruxian still looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and he took out his style questions. Speaking of things, this set of life is too pediatric in Wang's eyes. In the end, all official questions are returned to style questions. Needless to say, there is no symptomatic for those who ask questions.

Zhao Yu was also a little embarrassed. He supported the royal dragon chair with his thin hand and bowed slightly: "Well, this, Shangshu Zuocheng, what do you have to defend?"