Chapter 225 Conflict

The night is full of stars, and everything is empty and clear. In the silent Bianliang City, there is a little noise. Many soft sedan chairs hurried through the Tianjie Street in the street. Outside the imperial city, the slightly tired ministers and close attendants cheered up in front of the sedan chair one after another, and straightened the official uniform and the black gauze hat with both wings.

When I stepped out of the sedan chair, I couldn't help but have another greeting. I went to the Zichen Hall in the palace in twos and threes, as in the past, I went to the court for discussion.

The Zichen Hall is brightly lit. When it comes to the fifth update, the treasure of the emperor arrives. All officials salute and worship. If they have something to do, they come out with jade and silicon. They will talk about the invitation one by one. Zhao Guangyi on the dragon chair listens carefully and consult with the courtiers.

After everything was done, the hundreds of officials in the hall stopped talking. When Wang Jien, who was on one side, was thinking about dispersing with the ordinary, a light cough came, and immediately lowered his head again and bowed without saying anything.

Above the throne, the voice sounded faintly.

"All my love, I have established a country for more than ten years. Now the four seas are flat, and the nine states are Ningjing. This is the rise of my Song Dynasty. In these days, when I am free, I have studied the way of sages. His words are like a mountain stream, a spring, a heart-swrench, and a yellow bell, which makes people enlightened. At this point, I can't help but sigh that what my sages have learned is as vast as smoke. We should be in awe and pious.

It's also because of this. I decided to reopen the three halls and see my Royal Academy of the Song Dynasty. However, as long as the people of the Song Dynasty have a desire to learn, they can learn the principles of ancient and modern times, and become a gap in their hearts.

As soon as this word came out, His Highness was full of silence. Later, the ministers all looked happy and bent down one after another to thank the long kindness of the official family. Although the general was disdainful, he could only say the official saint with the salute.

After the ceremony, the minister standing in the front position actually kept silent. Zhao Tingmei, Zhao Dezhao and even Zhao Pu stood quietly and seemed to have forgotten an important thing. Who should be responsible for the reconstruction of the third hall?

"The official saint."

Among the courtiers, the servants of the household, Shen Lun came out from the crowd and bent down with the jade slip in his hand. "The way of sages is the foundation of all the people, and the three halls of Zhaowen Hall, the History Museum and Jixian Academy have existed since the previous dynasty. They are the holy place respected in the hearts of today's readers and rebuild the three halls. For the Sheji of the Song Dynasty, it is really a quilt. For the people of the world, all the people are blessed.

After saying this, the other ministers in the court did not say anything, but continued to listen quietly. The same was true of Zhao Guangyi, but his eyebrows raised slightly. After getting along with each other for many years, he knew that Shen Lun, who was stable, would always have other words to say.

"It's just that last year's drought continued. In order to help the people, most of the money of the Household Department has been transferred out, but now it is still at the beginning of the year, and taxes have not been paid in various places. I'm afraid to rebuild the three halls..."

It was not until this time that the people in the hall understood what he said that there was no money in the hands of the person in charge of the silver treasury of the Song Dynasty. Hearing this, the literary minister who was full of joy couldn't help but be greatly disappointed, and the generals on one side were still half-squinted. The old god lowered his head, but there was a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"How much money does the household department have?"

After the silence, the voice in the hall sounded again. Shen Lun thought for a moment, "About 300,000 taels, and these also include the pay and consumption of the officials in the court."

There are only 300,000 left. Hearing this number, Zhao Guangyi's eyebrows are tighter. Although he has more than a million taels transported from Fujian in his hand, it is prepared for the Northern Expedition planned for many days in his heart, and he absolutely can't move.

"From now on, the supply in the palace will be reduced by 30%, and the household department will withdraw 100,000 taels of silver for the construction of the three halls. Shen Aiqing, is that good?"

100,000 taels?

Even Zhao Pu opened his eyes. Although 100,000 taels is not a small amount, it is not only the reconstruction of the three halls, it is necessary to carve beams and paintings, which are magnificent. In this way, 100,000 silver is still far away.

"I should listen to the dispatch of the officials."

Shen Lun retreated to the court, and the court became quiet again. Zhao Dezhao, who was half-lowing his head, raised his head slightly. There was no one before and after him. His eyes flashed for a moment, so he lowered his head and said nothing.

"In this way, the reconstruction of the three halls is agreed. Since it is the construction of the three halls, the person in charge will be handed over to the reader, but Hanlin Academy is busy writing scriptures at present, so the person in charge..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Guangyi's voice paused. Cui Xianguang, the minister of the Ministry of Industry among the courtiers, couldn't help shrinking back. He knew better than anyone else that although this was a good time to please scholars all over the world, it was also extremely pricked.

It is difficult for a skillful woman to cook without rice. She can't conjure silver out of thin air. Even if he has presided over the construction of the royal garden platform for many times, he can't help but be like a light on his back, and his clothes are full of sweat.

Feeful of the bright eyes on his head, Cui Xianguang could only lower his head and dare not come out. Soon, the voice of majestic oppression came, "I remember that there is still a simple guy in Hanlin Academy. As soon as I came back from Fujian Road, I gave it to him to do it!"

As soon as the words came out, Your Highness was full of exclamation. At this time, who doesn't understand that the candidate in the heart of the official family is the champion, Yang Jing, who was transferred back from Fujian.

No one expected that the official would give this matter related to the scholars all over the world to the boy who has not changed his clothes. To his surprise, he must also be dissatisfied.

At the head of the ministers, Zhao Tingmei, the king of Qi, was still silent. Her eyebrows were tight. It seemed that she had stood in the distance and fell asleep. Behind him, Zhao Dezhao raised his head. His hands holding Yu Jian were full of sweat. The wrinkles on his forehead became deeper and deeper. For a long time, the golden python shown on the wide cuffs shook with his hand, and his left foot was raised. It's about to step forward.

Seeing this, Zhao Pu, who was next to him, suddenly opened his closed eyes, and then coughed twice. In a moment, there was a sound at the end of the hall, "Gongjia, I have something to say."

Hearing this, Zhao Dezhao stopped his figure and looked back, but saw that it was Chen Xin, the doctor of Taizhong. This person has always been cautious. In my impression, it seems that he has never seen him speak in the court, and today's high-ranking person obviously appointed Yang Yanzhao. Why on earth did he oppose it?

At this time, Zhao Dezhao only felt that his heart was full of doubts. He couldn't help but put away the previous uncontrollable impulse and listened.

"Chen Aiqing, what's the matter with you?"

"The official saint, the reconstruction of the three halls can be said to be the blessing of the people in the world and the prosperity of scholars, and as a scholar who knows the way of sages, I am also very grateful. But because of this, I dare to ask the saint. Whether the person in charge needs to discuss otherwise. Although Yang Jing is talented, he is still young and I'm afraid it is difficult to bear it. It's an important task."

After Chen Xin's words fell, it was the servant of Zhongshu Province who leaned forward to play. What he said was that the construction of the three halls was a major event of the country. Yang Yanzhao was not the best candidate.

Then, among the civil officials, some people came out one after another and asked Zhao Guangyi to take back his will. For a moment, the atmosphere of encouragement and joy disappeared. Among the courtiers, there were more crying and tears. Li Chen Sanguan was related to the national situation, which was only a child who played with mud and ink.

"Enough!"

A fierce shout made the old Confucius, a literary minister who had expressed his own opinions, stop his words. Above the hall, his face was gloomy and his eyes were gloomy. Obviously, he was already angry.

"It's all like mosquitoes and flies buzzing and noisy, what kind of style! Although Yang Jing is young, what he does may not be as good as you can!

lead the soldiers to calm down the chaos, be in danger without being shocked, several times of life and death, eliminate the southern Fujian cult, and appease the border of the Song Dynasty. Can you wait for?

In less than a year, you can sweep away the barbarians in Fujian, open up the wisdom of the people, and recite scriptures. Can you call for it?

When he left office, Wanmin sent two gifts, all with tears in their eyes. Can you wait for another call?

Three questions in a row, with the power of the emperor in his words, which made the old minister who denounced Yang Yanzhao bow his head silently. Above the court, there was a panicking silence.

"Although Yang Jing is young, he is really a rare talent in the Song Dynasty. However, the reconstruction of the third hall is quite complicated. The old minister dared to recommend the servant of the Ministry of Industry, Xun Yu, to share this matter."

As soon as this word came out, behind Cui Xianguang, a person's thin lips, a wisp of long black beard trembled, his eyes were full of anger, and his face was pale for a while.

The Ministry of Industry should have been responsible for the construction of the third hall. Even if it is because of the lack of money, I am afraid that this thorny thing will fall on the head, but now the matter is handed over to an unretorted junior, and he still has to act as a deputy. Isn't it a loss of face?

Before, he was arrogant and arrogant, but now, his heart is full of humiliation and dare. It seems that what he should have been given to the person he usually looks down on and has to be a helper with him. Xun Yu is naturally dissatisfied and quite disgusted with Zhao Pu, who put forward this idea.

"What Zhao Taibao said is very true."

Zhao Dezhao whispered his luggage. Later, Zhao Tingmei, the first leader, and even Xue Juzheng, and even Lu Duoxun, the minister of the Ministry of the Ministry, agreed. For a while, the voice of opposition quietly disappeared.

Seeing this situation, on the dragon chair, Zhao Guangyi's face seemed to ease a lot. He glanced at the ministers and finally stopped on Zhao Tingmei's body. "King of Qi, what do you think?"

At the head of the hundred officials, Zhao Tingmei lowered her head and raised her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be a little embarrassed. Hearing this, she lifted the jade slip in her hand to one side to her chest and coughed softly, "Brother, I am virtuous, and I have no objection."