"I urge you all to turn out your heart, lungs and intestines to dry, wash, and tidy up! I am becoming more and more aware now that the trouble in my heart is not outside, not the barbarians, but you. It's in this house!"
"The minister is guilty, and the minister is dead!"
Above the main hall, from Zaifu to ordinary civil and military officials, all knelt on the ground.
Yanhuang Ji Runhao sat on the dragon chair and looked down at a crowd of civil and military officials kneeling down. In his heart, he didn't have any sense of accomplishment as the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.
This location, that house;
This location belongs to that one;
And this position has always belonged to someone else.
His court, his civil and military affairs are not arranged according to what he thinks, but have been inherent in the great powers for nearly a hundred years.
Occasionally repeated, occasionally strife,
It's nothing more than this one going down to that one,
An official position, this important weapon of the country, is like a stall in a vegetable market.
My grandfather sold vegetables here, and my father also sold vegetables here, so I should also sell vegetables here!
Even if I know how to distribute the dishes, I still have to occupy this stall.
? It is a joke that the farmer uncles on the field brag that the emperor can eat ten big oily pancakes in the morning;
However, there is really no essential difference between the court hall of the Emperor Yan and the market that the peasant old man goes to every day.
Although Ji Runhao has promoted many ministers from poor families after succeeding to the throne, they are still far from being successful. Compared with the powerful clans, they are far behind.
However, at any rate, everyone is still pursuing a sense of ritual.
The dragon chair got angry,
Those who should kneel under the dragon chair should kneel immediately,
Everyone calmly apologize,
Finish today's play.
Of course, the emperor is angry today, and there is reason for it. In recent years, the conflict between the imperial court and the Zhenbei Houfu has become almost white-hot.
However, with the issuance of the Edict of Guilt, this originally turbulent situation is being broken, and soon, the antagonism between the central and local powerful vassals will be brought to light.
And once it is put on the table, there is no way to continue to reconcile it.
The edict of guilt is the letter of war issued by Emperor Yan to the Zhenbeihou Mansion.
So,
For these two days,
The court ministers quickly mobilized, representing their respective families, to put pressure on the emperor.
It is said that the Zhenbeihou Mansion is the unmovable pillar of the northern border of the empire;
It is said that the 300,000 Zhenbei Army is the foundation of Dayan's survival;
?It is said that the move of reducing the vassal state shakes the foundation of the country;
In short,
?Because of the emperor's edict of guilt, the ministers had to stand up immediately and became conservatives who opposed the reduction of the vassal.
But only Ji Runhao knows,
these people,
At the beginning, they were all willing to see themselves attacking the Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
If the family of aristocratic families excludes the issue of whether the population is prosperous or not, then the Beihou Mansion in Beifeng County Town is the No. 1 family of Dayan!
It is normal for the emperor to cut down the vassal, and the ministers and the family behind them can understand;
After all, as long as the emperor is not stupid, he will definitely cut down the vassal. Centralization of power and self-respect are the lifelong pursuit of every emperor.
Since it is necessary to cut it, then the emperor will gnaw the hardest bone in Zhenbeihou Mansion, which is naturally the most happy thing for everyone.
Because it is hard, and because it is not easy to chew, then the emperor, you can grind it slowly by yourself.
But now it is different, the emperor is determined to tear off that fig leaf!
Once the Zhenbeihou Mansion is completely cornered,
Is the 300,000 Zhenbei army easy to deal with?
Beifeng County is such a big place, and it borders the desert, so there is really not much oil and water.
But once the 300,000 cavalry were released, would the six counties of Lesha, Tiancheng, Xiahu, Sanshi, Huwei, and Yinlang be able to escape?
The foundation of the powerful is not in the court, but in the court, it is only their spokesperson, and their foundation is in the local area.
And once the local swordsmen are together, who knows who you are?
At that time, without the suppression of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, the barbarians will follow the trend again, well, the Great Yan Kingdom will be completely smashed into a pot of porridge.
Although the Qian State outside is not up to date, and the Jin State is also in internal turmoil, this does not mean that the emperor of the Qian StateOne generation after another died in the desert, relying on the trash of the Three Kingdoms, they have long been slaves to the barbarians!
But that's it, they still call me Yanren a barbarian!
do you know,
In their eyes,
I am from Yan,
and barbarians,
it's the same!
They are all barbarians, all uncivilized savages! "
Hearing this, the Marquis of Zhenbei let Ji Runhao hold his hand, closed his eyes, nodded, and said:
"Yes Yes."
"I will never forget that a hundred years ago, the barbarian army went south to fight my Dayan!
The emperor of the Qian Kingdom dared to send 500,000 troops to attack the empty rear of my Dayan! "
Hearing this, Zhenbeihou gritted his teeth.
His family, the lineage of the Marquis of Zhenbei, laid the foundation from the battle that defeated the 500,000 army of the Qian Kingdom!
"Liang Ting, do you still remember what we said when we were young?"
Zhenbeihou nodded and replied:
"I remember."
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At that time,
Two ten-year-old boys,
For a chicken drumstick,
Just had a fight.
Ten-year-old Li Liangting is enjoying chicken legs,
Ten-year-old Ji Runhao looked enviously at the side with a bruised nose and swollen face;
A few hectares,
Ji Runhao said:
"I heard from outsiders that people in Gan country call us Yan people Yan barbarians, just like we call barbarians."
"Well, I heard that too."
"It's okay for them to call us barbarians; in the future, when I become emperor, I will let them see how terrifying real barbarians are;
I want their emperors and their princesses to be captured in the capital and locked up in a pigsty. Let them dance for me, sing for me, and compose poems for me!
I want to trample everything they think they are right under their feet! "
"Unfortunately, I can't be the emperor."
Li Liangting, who was ten years old and had just finished eating chicken legs, said fearlessly.
"Then you are really useless. If others call you a barbarian, you can't return it." Ji Runhao, who was ten years old and just got beaten up, sarcastically.
The ten-year-old Li Liangting, who was still licking the corners of his mouth and savoring the delicious chicken legs, listened,