Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 809 Night Tour
Of the three things, only trade was allowed.

Ivanov's mink fur was accepted by the inner court and used as winter clothes for the concubines in the harem, or rewarded to the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs, which is also excellent.

The emperor did not take advantage of them, and exchanged them with equivalent sugar, silk, porcelain, and tea. These are scarce resources, and the Russians were extremely satisfied.

The envoy Ivanov, the future ambassador, also received a reward, a house, a hundred taels of gold, which made him overjoyed.

The Oirat and Mongolian tribes in Central Asia have long been the emperor's dish.

Gao Yigong has lived in Turpan for a long time. According to his report, in the past two years, Gansu Province has begun to expand its army on a large scale.

If Jin Yiwei hadn't said that this guy had no heirs, Zhu Yixi wouldn't be at ease at all.

Historically, it is impossible for the Junggar tribe to unify the Oirat Mongolia.

The civil servants in Gansu had no intention of attacking the Western Regions at all. There was a piece of yellow sand and unruly people everywhere. The cost of ruling was too high to make ends meet.

However, Gao Yigong was eager to fight and wanted to seek the position of duke. The Governor's Mansion and the Ministry of War could only be handled by the cabinet, and then the emperor could make arbitrary decisions.

But inside and out, the cabinet didn't want to fight, but they knew that the emperor was so overjoyed, so they could only tactfully advise him.

The memorials such as "warrior must perish" and "Northwest is useless" are followed by those who are not fools.

Regarding this, Zhu Yixi smiled slightly, but did not refute it directly. The emperor himself went off, which is the most inferior behavior.

Just leave it unpublished.

The meaning is intriguing.

Wang Fuzhi was on duty from His Excellency Wenyuan, and several colleagues at the gate of the palace came out laughing.

As the time comes to October, winter has already entered the north, and a light snow can't wait to cover the city of Beijing.

For Wang Fuzhi, the past two and a half years of observing politics are unforgettable.

Each of the six departments spent three months in rotation, and then took the post of Qiju Lang for one month, and then became Zhongshu Sheren.

The Autumn Judgment is over, and the summer tax has been put into the treasury. Now that the year is approaching, things are gradually going away, so [-]% of the people in Zhongshushe will be released and become the magistrates of the seventh rank.

The remaining top five Jinshi will be on duty until spring and April, and they will be freed when the Jinshi in the seventh year of Shaowu enter the imperial palace.

Although it was released half a year in advance, not many people liked it.

As long as anyone with a discerning eye can see it, they are said to have a bright future.

Wang Fuzhi could take it seriously, three or five friends gathered together, and the wine room in the restaurant was very lively.

"And Nong, you are from Huguang. According to the old rule of the first year of Shaowu, people from the north go south, and people from the south go north. You might be in Gyeonggi!"

One of them said swayingly, glanced at the scar on Wang Fuzhi's face, and the sour water in his heart was gurgling non-stop.

The scar of disobedience on this face is stronger than any qualifications.

The rest of the people also nodded.

If it was someone else, it would be impossible for Shuntian Mansion, but Wang Fuzhi is different, he saves his father by hurting his face, he is both loyal to the emperor and filial, he is born to be a signature.

"It doesn't matter whether it's the capital, the northwest, or even Liaodong, as long as you can do things for the court, it's all the same."

Wang Fuzhi felt at ease in his heart, but his face was indifferent.

"Have you heard, those inmates have been busy working on the yellow books, and now they all went to Liaodong Dangzhi County, faster than us—"

"Hey, Jianu doesn't know if he's gone clean..."

"The relationship between the bureaucracy has to go for a while..."

"We are in the same year, if we have a relationship, we have to walk together..."

Since they talked about the Ministry of Officials without any outsiders, they all wanted to make connections.

In the same year, fellow countryman, tutor, these are the three iron relationships in the officialdom, and they cannot be shaken off no matter what.

However, the emperor designated the chief examiner and the same examiner as doctors of the Imperial College, some old scholars with solid knowledge, but their relationship in the officialdom was not strong.

In the same year, it was hard to protect itself, and only relatives from the same country could climb one or two.

After the banquet was over, Wang Fuzhi staggered back home with a bit of drunkenness.

In the courtyard, Huang Zongxi was looking at him with a smile: "I heard that you are going to be released?"

"Brother Huang? Why are you back?"

Wang Fuzhi was stunned at first, then he was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled his shoulders.

"Hey, sit!"

Huang Zongxi had a smile on his face, and his voice revealed a relaxed and cheerful voice: "I have been shopping around for a year, and I have to come back to report on my work!"

"It's not easy to monitor the censor."

"Xuan, the common people call Qingtian directly, and they make meritorious deeds and virtues. I am very envious."

Wang Fuzhi couldn't see that he was frightened, so he could only wave his hands, shaking his head and preparing to leave.

"Don't, don't!" Huang Zongxi immediately grabbed him, and said in a low voice, "Don't you want to play it? I have an idea, do you want to listen?"

"Say it."

"Speaking of which, I have to mention the supervisory censor."

Huang Zongxi proudly said: "This time I went on a tour, the county magistrates took away five, one prefect, county magistrates, and pawns, and the subordinate officials even pinched them with their hands, and they couldn't carry it around."

"When I returned to Beijing this time, a certain merit test won the first merit. After the year, I will be vacant. There are not many people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate. According to the system, I can be promoted to the sixth rank. If it is put in the local area, it will be promoted to the sixth rank."

"It used to be the general judge of the government, but now it can only be the pusher under the general judge."

"Of course, the chief of the Sixth Mansion..."

Thinking of this, Huang Zongxi felt a little aggrieved.

From the county magistrate, to the censor, and then to the chief officer, the palm-printing officer became a subordinate official. Although his rank was promoted, he did dirty work.

"What about me?" Wang Fuzhi couldn't help but envy.

In the first year of Shaowu Jinshi, he was released as a county magistrate in three years, as a censor in five years, and became a sixth-rank official in seven years. It was almost a step in two years, which was too smooth.

"If you let it out, it must be the county magistrate."

Huang Zongxi glanced at Wang Fuzhi's face and said, "However, based on your conditions, Jing County is very likely, and it's Hebei at worst."

When Wang Fuzhi heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

"However, I have a friend named Zheng Sen, who was promoted to the sixth grade last year. I'm still a step behind him. I'm afraid he will enter Beijing next year, this kid!"

After showing off, the two went back to their rooms.

The next day, it was Wang Fuzhi's turn to visit Wenyuan Pavilion again.

Wenyuan Pavilion is where the central cabinet of the Ming Dynasty is located, and the envoys collect all the memorials from the world, and send them to the cabinet with almost no screening.

Therefore, in the imperial palace, the Secretary of General Administration and the Cabinet are inseparable from people for 12 hours a day, so as to prevent major military affairs from being delayed.

The cabinet implements a rotation system. Naturally, the five cabinet elders don't need to stay up all night, and they can't.

Wenyuan Pavilion is in the Forbidden City, and in an emergency, the emperor can be notified.

There are two people in one shift. Basically, you stay up in the middle of the night, and I stay up in the middle of the night. When the cock crows and dawn breaks, the shift will be handed over when someone arrives, and then the day off will be off.

Wang Fuzhi stayed up late and specially prepared snacks, and the one who was on duty together was Xia Wanchun, the number one scholar in the fourth year of Shaowu.

For this 20 years old champion Xia Wanchun, Wang Fuzhi admired him very much.
His father, Xia Yunyi, was a veteran of several societies. He had learned from a family since he was a child, heirs of poetry and books, and he was born in Songjiang Prefecture, Jiangsu Province. It is not unusual to be the number one scholar.

"Brother Wang!" Xia Wanchun sorted out the memorial and nodded to him.

On the side, the eunuchs would bring a basket of memorials over almost every half an hour or so, panting and exhausted.

In a short while, the meals delivered from the inner court included both meat and vegetables, and the imperial dining room was not very tasty, so it had to be taken care of.

Xia Wanchun frowned after glancing at the food, decisively chose to give up, and ate the snacks he brought.

Wang Fuzhi smiled knowingly, and ate his own food.

In the quiet Wenyuan Pavilion, there is only the sound of flipping through the memorials.

Gathering—to sum up, and then according to each department, the situation should be sorted and sorted according to the urgent situation, and then put on the desks of the elders in each cabinet, there should be no sloppy.

Among the cabinet members, there is a very good work tradition: today's affairs are completed today.

Never leave yesterday's events to tomorrow's people.

There are 22 provinces in the world, two capitals, two hundred prefectures, and [-] counties, plus civil and military officials, there are hundreds of memorials every day.

Therefore, the two of them were very busy most of the time, and there was no chance to take turns on duty in the middle of the night.

Although the light under the glazed tile cover is not very bright, it is safe and beautiful, and there is only the rustling sound of reading the memorials.

And they are not the only ones who stay up late.

As early as the shogunate period, Zhu Yixi established the secret book system.

That is to say, send cronies to local officials and give secret boxes so that their memorials can go directly to the inner court and be presented to the emperor without going through the Secretary of General Administration.

This is a good supplement to Jin Yiwei's monitoring methods.

After all, the only ones who know the officialdom best are their own people.

At the beginning there were only a few people, but now it has expanded to hundreds of people, and there are more than a dozen sealed packages for him to deal with every day.

Tired and annoying.

In the Qing Dynasty, there were no more than 200 secret seals in the Kangxi period, but in the Yongzheng period, it expanded to [-] people, so there were tens of thousands of secret seals throughout the year.

You think that Yongzheng was processing memorials all night long, but others were only processing secret documents, for fear that someone would rebel.

Ordinary memorials are handled by the elders and ministers, so there is no need for the emperor to personally review them.

Of course, Zhu Yixi guessed that, apart from the uneasiness of the few clans facing the big ones, Yongzheng also controlled the world through secret arrangements and adjusted the New Deal.

Just like a pen pal, it brings closer the relationship between the monarch and his ministers.

After reading several secret documents, the emperor was unhappy.

Daming is really big and has a vast territory. Every day, places are affected by disasters, such as drought, flood, locusts, and even earthquakes. Naturally, these major events must be summarized truthfully.

Although it is not a catastrophe and the impact is not widespread, it is still necessary to pay tax-free money to relieve the victims and dispatch troops to prevent civil disturbances.

It is no wonder that Jiangnan has been paid attention to for thousands of years, with few droughts, little water supply, no earthquakes, and a natural granary and money bank.

But big is good, left and right can be used, and it will not be used in one pot.

The cabinet has its own regulations and practices to follow for the relief of the victims, and he just knows it in advance.

After writing a few words of praise, Zhu Yixi felt mentally fatigued.

The most important thing about secrecy is to supervise the officialdom and prevent deception.

He stood up and stretched his waist: "What time is it?"

The eunuch Liu Afu who was accompanying him glanced at the chime clock, and immediately stepped forward: "Long Live Lord, it's half past ten."

(Long live Lord is the title of the Ming Dynasty inner court. Wei Zhongxian's nine thousand years old is derived from this, demonstrating his power second only to the emperor)
"It's so late?" Zhu Yixi was surprised, I was really diligent.

Except for Taizu, Chengzu, Renzong, and Chongzhen, I am afraid that no one can compare to me!

"Master, do you want supper?"

"Not urgent."

Zhu Yixi waved his hand and said, "Let's go shopping first."

Liu Afu has nothing to do with it.

The Forbidden City is still patrolled at night, and the security is tight.

However, necessary arrangements must be made.

Dozens of court ladies and eunuchs followed, and a team of guards rushed over to protect him.

"Master, get on the chariot!"

Liu Afu thoughtfully put on a cloak for him, and then helped him onto the chariot.

"It snowed two days ago. Although the palace was cleaned up, there were potholes. Your body of gold..."

After explaining, seeing the emperor's face unchanged, he nodded.

In fact, the emperor loved walking the most, but he didn't like the chariot very much. He was relieved to see the emperor accepted it today.

After strolling around, the eunuchs who carried the chariot changed three batches, and the emperor came to Wenyuan Pavilion.

Wenyuan Pavilion is not far from the Qianqing Palace, the emperor's bedroom.

After leaving the Qianqing Palace, you will find the Qianqing Gate, then turn left and enter the Jingyun Gate, and go straight to the Wenhua Palace complex, where Wenyuan Pavilion is located.

A few miles apart, really not far.

The Wenyuan Pavilion was brightly lit, and two blurred figures passed through the window screen. The emperor got off the chariot and entered the room directly.

The eunuchs wanted to salute, but they were stopped and they were not allowed to make a sound.

However, when a figure entered, Wang Fuzhi didn't lift his head: "It's been less than half an hour, why did you bring it here again?"

"But what—"

As soon as he raised his head, he suddenly saw the emperor, and Wang Fuzhi knelt down hurriedly: "Your Majesty, my servant—"

This time, Xia Wanchun was awakened immediately, he glanced at the emperor in astonishment, and then looked again as if confirming, before kneeling down.

It was so strange to meet the emperor in the middle of the night.

"Get up!" The emperor approached and flipped through the memorial.

"Is there someone on duty every day?"

"Yes, there are people day and night. Even when the government is closed from the middle of the twelfth lunar month, there are people on duty at Wenyuan Pavilion at twelve hours a day."

Wang Fuzhi didn't dare to look up and spoke.

"I remember you."

Suddenly, the emperor found a place to sit down, looked at the person in front of him, and said with a light smile, "Wang Fuzhi, the famous Jinshi with a scarred face."

History textbooks are indispensable for the three great thinkers in the late Ming Dynasty.

Wang Fuzhi was dumbfounded, how could these words sound frivolous.

"By the way, you are Xia Wanchun."

Zhu Yixi turned his eyes and looked at the younger Xia Wanchun: "The champion of Shaowu for four years, young and promising!"

"Bie Yunjian", although it was an after-school poem, was killed at 16 years old, and Hong Chengchou was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head.

After three years of detaining tourists, today it is the southern crown.

Infinite mountains and rivers of tears, who said that the world is wide?
Knowing that the spring road is close, it is difficult to leave the hometown.

On the day of Yi Po's return, the spirit flag can be seen from the sky.

He is well-educated, good-looking, and loyal, and Zhu Yixi casts his loving eyes on him.

"Forget it, I'm a bad guest, and I've delayed your work."

The emperor smiled and shook his head, waved his hand and said, "Give supper to the two Zhongshu Sheren, and comfort the stomach."

After all, leave directly.

Wang and Xia watched the emperor leave, glanced at each other, and suddenly felt that the night was worthwhile.

(End of this chapter)