Han Dao world

Chapter 967
The current nominal capital of the Great Han Dynasty is Hedong Anyi, but after the Sangong resided in Chang'an, rebuilt the Taixue, and built the Tongwen Hall in Weiyang Palace, many people thought that the imperial court would move the capital to Chang'an.

However, with the emperor's personal expedition to Jizhou, this view changed again.

The distance from Xingzai to Chang'an was too far, and it was inconvenient for the three princes to communicate with the emperor. Situ Yang Biao had to go to Xingzai himself.

But one thing is certain, the emperor has never meant to return the capital to Luoyang, nor has he given any explanation.

Today the emperor suddenly said such a sentence, and Yang Biao realized that the emperor had other deep meanings.

It may be one of the reasons why Yuan Shu was asked to paint the old houses in Luoyang City.

In other words, it is an unrealistic delusion to want the emperor to quit halfway.If Yuan Shu can't do it, the emperor will just change someone else, and will never give up.

"I don't know what His Majesty is referring to?" Yang Biao's back was soaked.

Looking at Yang Biao, who had already guessed something, but deliberately pretended to be confused, Liu Xie smiled.

"Mr. Yang, it's not good to hide illness and avoid medical treatment."

There was also a layer of crystal clear sweat on Yang Biao's forehead. "I'm stupid, I don't know what disease His Majesty is talking about."

"Of course it's a disease of Confucianism." Liu Xie said bluntly, not giving Yang Biao a chance to dodge. "Mr. Yang studied Confucianism and has been in office for a long time. You don't know what the disease of Confucianism is? If you have a disease, you can treat it. You can't pretend not to see it. I still know how big Luoyang City is and how many people there are in it. What to say Drawing scrolls will affect people's return to their hometowns, although it cannot be said to be nonsense, it is also a way of avoiding the important."

Liu Xie took a picture on the case. "Tell Yuan Shu back. If he can do it, then continue to do it, no matter how long he delays. If he can't do it, just do what he wishes and go to work in seclusion. As for Luoyang City, if the cancer can't be wiped out, After all, it will be impossible to regain its glory, and there is no point in repairing it.”

Yang Biao was a little out of breath. "Your Majesty's so-called malignant tumor is again..."

Liu Xie glanced at Yang Biao. "The biggest cancer is the imperial palace. The north and south palaces occupy half of Luoyang city, and the yang energy is weak, the yin energy is too heavy, and there are many eunuchs. Therefore, the emperor's life is short, and the prince's life is long. I therefore avoid living in Chang'an and reduce the number of palaces. Scale, abolishing the eunuchs, increasing scattered horses, is exactly for this reason. I have cured the diseases in the palace. Do you think of a way to cure the diseases outside the palace?"

Liu Xie's tone was very calm, without a trace of turmoil, but he used "望" instead of "I", which has already shown his attitude.

This is a very serious statement, you'd better not gossip about him.

Yang Biao was forced to bow his head by the invisible coercion, sweating profusely.

He has been an official for nearly thirty years and has been with the emperor for nearly ten years, and he has never felt such a heavy pressure.

"I... understand." Yang Biao said tremblingly.

"Then I'll have to thank Duke Yang." Liu Xie looked away and said to Sun Quan who was beside him. "Cai Lingshi please come."

Sun Quan responded and went out.

Yang Biao understood, and bid farewell again.

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After leaving the tent, Yang Biao straightened up and let out a sigh of relief.

His back was already drenched, and when the autumn wind blew, his body was cold.

The chaotic thoughts gradually became clear, and Yang Biao could not help but sigh when he settled down.

At this time, Cai Yan followed Sun Quan and walked quickly, saw Yang Biao standing outside the imperial tent, lost in thought, said hello, and went into the tent.

Yang Biao looked back and walked out.

Not far away from the trip, there is water in front of you.Autumn is high and crisp, and the weather is getting colder. There are already pieces of autumn leaves falling, floating on the water, drifting with the current, and more falling under the roots of the trees, overlapping.

Yang Biao stood by the river for a while, after making up his mind, he turned around and sent someone to invite Xun Yu.

Not long after, Xun Yu came, alone.

"Mr. Yang?"

"You Ruo went to Bohai?"

"Yes."

"When are you going back to Hedong?"

Xun Yu's eyes flashed slightly. "Duke Yang means..."

"The siege of Yecheng has been lifted. Not only are the people in Ruying safe and sound, but most of them have already entered official positions. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to stay here and not leave. If you still have something to do, and it's so hard to say, can you tell me about it?" Let me tell you something?"

Xun Yu thought about it. "Party affairs."

Yang Biao frowned. "What is there to say about party affairs? It's only been thirty years since I saw many things with my own eyes. Are you still worried that someone will make up the truth? Besides, now that the residence newspaper is published all over the world, anyone who cares a little bit about current affairs, It will not be missed. Even if someone covers up, it is just to cover up, how can it be hidden from the eyes of those who are interested."

Xun Yu gasped, his eyes widened, almost tearing his sockets.

The purpose of his coming here is to hope that the emperor will take back his order and not to collect the deeds of party members from all over the world, so as to have reservations about some radical things done by party members.

But Yang Biao's words made it clear that covering up the wrong is just to cover up the truth, and Xiang Bi's fiction can't be hidden from the eyes of those who are interested. The only way is to write the truth directly.

In this way, the partisans are, if not regarded as hypocrites, at least radicals, and their reputations are discredited.

He knew that Yang Biao had always disapproved of the party members' actions, but he really didn't expect Yang Biao to be so ruthless that he would speak up for the emperor and want to liquidate the party members.

Xun Yu swallowed, and said coldly, "Mr. Yang...don't you worry about the collapse of the world's hearts?"

Yang Biao turned his head to look at Xun Yu, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

He knew that although Xun Yu was Wang Zuozhi's talent, he was limited by his status as a party member and could not make a decision.

"Wen Ruo, what do you think is the primary cause of the political failures of this dynasty?"

Xun Yu hesitated for a moment, but still protested: "It's the second emperor Huan Ling's relative, a virtuous minister from far away. He believes in eunuchs and imprisons the party."

Yang Biao shook his head. "It's because the royal family is too large and the burden is too heavy. There are hundreds of palaces, most of which have been in disrepair for a long time, so there are frequent collapses, thunder and fire, and hundreds of millions of repairs and maintenance expenses. There are tens of thousands of concubines in the palace, food, clothing and rouge, and daily expenses. .”

He turned his head, looked at the river slowly flowing eastward, and sighed. "So the emperor reduced the palace, the queen and the nobles lived in the same hall, and the system of eunuchs was removed. Xun nobles presided over the Tongwen Hall, Song nobles and Dong nobles presided over the Taixue bookstore, and Ma nobles guarded the emperor. They all supported themselves with their salaries. They were supported by the court. It’s nothing more than the number of queens and princes, and the daily expenses are just a few dollars. This alone can save two billion a year.”

Xun Yu held his breath.

He understood what Yang Biao meant.

The reason why the imperial court was unable to make ends meet was due to two important factors besides the endless wars.

One of them is that the royal family spends too much.

In addition to the emperor, empress dowager, and empress, there are many nobles and beauties in the harem, plus the maids and eunuchs who serve them, the number is nearly ten thousand, and the daily consumption is huge. Daily expenses such as food, clothing and rouge cost nearly a thousand gold.

This has always been the object of criticism by ministers, but it cannot be changed.

Now the Son of Heaven is taking action against himself, reducing the size of the harem, and letting nobles who have nothing to do to do things, saving this huge expenditure to only a fraction. The sincerity of the reform is not lacking.

If the emperor is like this, should the ministers also reciprocate?
If you are not even willing to face up to the problem, how can you talk about getting rid of bad governance and making innovations?

Xun Yu's voice was hoarse. "Is this... the meaning of the Son of Heaven, or the meaning of Duke Yang?"

"Who meant it? Is it important? Isn't right and wrong the most important thing?" Yang Gong turned his head and looked at Xun Yu. "Wen Ruo, you can't blind yourself to see Mount Tai. Wang Zishi ruined Chang'an in a moment of enthusiasm. Don't follow in his footsteps and ruin the opportunity of ZTE."

(End of this chapter)