Chapter 383: Imperial Sacrifice
In the cold winter months, the sun is warm and the sun is setting. In the evening, it is the time when light and shadow intersect at Meido Palace on the outskirts of Kyoto.
In this huge building complex that is both a temple and a palace, you can see fully armed soldiers and nobles in purple everywhere. You can see how many civil and military ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty are here. Stationed everywhere.
Among them, the hill at the apse, which is the highest, is even more tightly guarded and orderly. Looking from a distance, you can actually see numerous dragon banners fluttering in the wind.
The minister of Taichang Temple was so busy that he never touched the ground, just to prepare for this sacrifice, which was the whim of the young saint.
"In previous years, the Holy One has not come to Mingdao Palace, but this year, for some unknown reason, he has to come here to offer sacrifices!"
"How can you have any room for gimmicks in the decisions made by the Holy One?"
"This is This time not only all the civil and military officials came, but also the princes and ladies from various families came together.”
"I heard that each family didn't want so many people to come. But the Holy Spirit's attitude was tough. The eldest son of the queen and the second son of the emperor's concubine all came together. Each family had no choice but to come."
The officials of Taichang Temple are rustling around. They have to work overtime on days when they should be on holiday, which will make anyone feel unhappy.
This Mingdao Palace was originally built by the founding ancestor of the People's Republic of China. It makes sense that today's officials would like to come here to offer sacrifices.
However, unlike the grand occasion when Emperor Taizu came here to worship Taozu, at this moment, the atmosphere in this royal garden is somewhat dignified and impatient.
The heavily armed generals were looking around, seemingly restless.
The civil servants of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who always liked to write and write, were not interested in having fun at all. Instead, after meeting in twos and threes for a drink, they continued to argue with each other.
“I heard that the situation in Yunzhou is in crisis, and the Holy One plans to sell his official position to raise money to help Yunzhou.”
"Ha!" Taishi Tong chuckled, drinking a glass of warm wine, his eyes full of mockery.
The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue looked at him with concern. No matter how many inquiring looks his colleagues cast at him, he never said a word.
What can I say? This is the situation of the national treasury, money is needed everywhere.
Hangzhou Shipyard was very profitable, but all of it went into the Holy Emperor's private treasury.
The Minister of Household Affairs has no control over how the Holy One handles his private treasury.
Just when the undercurrent of the Mingdao Palace was surging, and the civil and military officials had different thoughts, the apse, which was the highest on the ground, was also the center of the vortex. The young emperor suddenly rose up, raised his bow and set a target, and fired three arrows in a row before stopping.
The personal eunuch who was waiting on the side stepped forward and asked: "Your Majesty, the Queen just sent someone to ask if we can have dinner together tonight? The eldest prince can already recite the Three Character Sutra and is looking forward to your taking the exam. . ”
The young emperor was wearing a red round-neck arrow shirt, and his face was full of joy. Hearing this, he laughed loudly: "I have a Qilin son, and there is hope for a successor to the country. I should comfort my ancestors!"
The personal eunuch thought that the emperor was going to the queen's palace, and was about to leave to make preparations. Suddenly, I was shocked by the emperor's sudden question, and I didn't know how to answer.
“In this archery, compared with me and the general, who is better and who is worse?”
The personal eunuch turned around and bent low: "Of course it's the Holy One!"
The young emperor laughed again, his laughter wanton and wild.
For dinner, the young emperor did not choose to dine with the queen or the imperial concubine, but with all the civil and military officials.
After singing praises, the dinner began.
The sacrifice will be held tomorrow, and the fast will be started the night before.
There are not many types of vegetables in winter, and the only way to cook them is by steaming, stir-frying, and boiling.
When the vegetables were presented to the table in front of the officials, they were almost cold and really unappetizing.
“The barbarians in the north often cause trouble, and the generals who conquer the captives use force to control them and pacify them with gentle policies. However, the grassland tribes are ungrateful and do not accept the king’s guidance. What do the ministers think?”
The young emperor put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth while speaking slowly. Officials, you look at me and I look at you. I don’t understand what the young emperor wants to do?
Chen Shilang was next to Jiang Yushi, and the two of them sat at the back.
"Jiang Yushi, what does the emperor mean by this?"
Li Langzhong also listened carefully.
Jiang Yushi lowered his head and looked at the cold wine in his glass. His voice was as cold as a clear spring in the mountains: "I feel that I am good enough to kill the donkey."
Huh? !
Chen Shilang's head was full of questions, and his mouth was almost wide enough to stuff a goose egg: "In the whole Zhou Dynasty, when it comes to marching and fighting and loyalty, who can compare with the general?!"
The Holy Spirit is like this What you are doing is not killing the donkey, it is clearly digging the Great Wall!
Jiang Yushi glanced at the young emperor, then at the silent Grand Master Tong, and sighed heavily in his heart.
“In the past few months, in the court hall, the Holy Master has been so overwhelmed that Taishi Tong can hardly breathe. The Minister of Hubu openly rebelled, and the attitude of the Minister of War became ambiguous. The two originally belonged to Taishi Tong’s faction. Doesn’t this give the officials confidence?”
Back then, the Holy Emperor was isolated in the court, and the imperial concubine was the only one in the harem.
The Holy Emperor was having a hard time raising an heir, so he had to rely on General Gu Nanxi.
However, the situation has changed. Thirty years have passed since Hedong, and thirty years have passed since Hexi.
With the general as his backer, the young emperor gradually gathered power. From being able to compete with Taishi Tong to being able to stick to his word, the young emperor was completely frightened!
Chen Shilang still couldn't understand: "At this time, we should seize the opportunity to pursue the victory and completely overwhelm Taishi Tong's faction. Why should we turn the gun against the general?!"
Chiang Yushi: "Taishi Tong's No matter how powerful he is, he is still in Kyoto, and he has to rely on the generals to lead his troops. The reputation among the people is even worse. The situation is different for the general. He can lead troops to fight according to the people's wishes. The princes in the court gave her a Yunzhou, but they didn't expect it to be a barren land. And Guan Zhong was able to develop Yunzhou to what it is today!”
There are soldiers, land, money, people, and the hearts of the people!
If the person on the throne is a prime minister who can support a boat, that would be fine.
Unfortunately, he is not!
Seeing that no one answered his words, the young emperor began to call out names: "Shang Shu of the Ministry of War, what do you think?"
The Minister of the Ministry of War tried to figure out the young emperor's thoughts and knew that he had always been a radical: " After spring plowing, we will send troops to fight!”
The young emperor gave the Minister of War an approving look and continued to ask: "Who should I send?"
Huh?
Shouldn’t Gu Nanxi be sent to do this? Yunzhou is still close to the grassland, and Gu Nanxi also has experience in hunting grassland people.
The Minister of War said hesitantly: "General Gu Nanxi?"
The young emperor did not say yes or no.
But this kind of silent acceptance by adults means disapproval by default.
An unbelievable guess flashed through Shangshu’s mind, couldn’t he?
The young emperor really doesn’t plan to summon Nan Xi and let someone else be the governor of Yunzhou, does he? !
Not long after, the young emperor threw a big thunder, which shocked all the civil and military officials to death.
“After the spring plowing next year, I want to lead the expedition myself!”