It's time for a showdown, all the powerful officials in Beijing are my students!

Chapter 242 Chapter 241 The Most Innocent Pillar on the Great Hall

This farce ended with the king of Nanjun fleeing with his daughter and a group of guards, but he forgot that there was a son beside him looking at him worriedly.

In the early morning of the next day, the court was full of civil and military affairs, and there was another verbal confrontation.

Emperor Sheng'an, who was sitting on the dragon chair, looked at him quietly with his deep dragon eyes slightly narrowed, but did not say a word.

An official at the Yushitai stepped out of the queue and branded An Xin as an unscrupulous person who had no regard for the king's laws, despised the royal family, was domineering, and suppressed subordinate officials.

In order to prove his words, Lin Zhenrong, the secretary of the Imperial College, was specially invited to testify. An Xin abused the student Lin Siye in the Imperial College to dissuade him, and was harshly criticized by her. Others in the Imperial College saw it.

An Guogong and Wuchang Bo, some of the families who had issues with An Xin, saw that the censor's words were reasonable and well-founded, and felt that An Xin was going to be ruined this time, so they all stepped forward and stepped on him.

Regardless of whether what the censor said was true or a fabricated accusation, they all wanted to confirm the facts about Shen Anxin.

It would be best for the emperor to cut her off in a fit of anger, so as to relieve their depression and hatred.

An Xin pursed her lips. It seemed that her subordinate, Lin Siye, had a great opinion of her, and he was always thinking about how to step her down, so he climbed up to sit on the seat of the sacrificial wine.

It was one thing that she didn't want to be an official, but it was another thing if others wanted to step on her.

An Xin hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled, Guozijian is so boring, it seems okay to tidy up a Siye with a higher heart and thinner life than paper for fun.

Jiang Zhou looked at the colleague who was talking like a river above the main hall, with a sneer on his lips.

His expression made the old man Shan, the imperial censor who looked back at him, sweat because of the subordinate who was still framing and slandering An Jijiu.

It was obvious from the beginning that this person was born to be a censor.

Others also thought that this poisonous tongue entered Yushitai because of his appreciation.

But no one knew that he also accompanied the emperor out of the palace that time and heard the sharp debate between him and others.

Finding that the emperor had admiration for him, he guessed the holy will because he was old and mature, and then he was going to Yushitai after Jiang Zhou was admitted as a Jinshi.

If Jiang Zhou hadn't been in the emperor's eyes, even with his promotion, it is impossible for him to be promoted from a poor family to a fifth-rank official within three years at such a young age as if riding a rocket.

This is a Beijing official. Everyone knows that if there are no special circumstances, the promotion of Beijing officials will be more difficult and slower than that of officials sent abroad.

Just like Cao Zhiqing, who was born in a poor family and relied on his status as the son-in-law of the Marquis of Wuchang, and rose to the fourth rank in the Ministry of Rites all the way is a good example.

The fourth-rank official was the highest position that the Wuchang Marquis Mansion could promote him to. Since he himself did not have much ability to excel, his official position never improved in the next ten years.

I don't know who he has provoked in the past few years, and he has been suppressed and reduced to the ranks of petty officials at the bottom of the capital.

Doing nothing every day, ignoring any purpose, getting drunk and playing prostitutes, people who know him now shake their heads when they hear his name, and he has become a person who is not a low-level person.

When Shan Jinzhe's thoughts went astray.

Jiang Zhou has already fired at that colleague at Yushitai, and bombarded him wildly, taking advantage of who and what month he took, and framed and impeached that official.

In order to be able to get ahead early in the imperial censorship, he killed his immediate boss, Old Man Shan, and asked him to go home early to sell sweet potatoes, so that he could successfully ascend to the position of censorial doctor. This is evidence of which faction he had joined.

With horror in his eyes, he handed it to the old eunuch Xiang Gonggong unhurriedly. Emperor Sheng'an, who had watched the play with relish, glanced at the evidence presented and lightly threw it away.

And then someone is unlucky.

"It's his restless tongue that's so fond of slandering others. In this case, let the guards come in and pull him out, and pull out his tongue first."

Emperor Sheng'an's indifferent words made all the civil and military officials below tremble with fright.

That fourth-rank Qiandu Yushi, who had a lot of mischievous thoughts, just like that, didn't even beg for mercy, and was so gorgeous that he fainted from fright.

Fortunately, he is still strong, and he didn't freak out in the hall, or His Majesty, who doesn't like cleanliness, would have chopped him up and fed him to the dogs.

All civil and military officials of the court looked at Jiang Dangdang with such amazing fighting power in horror, and when they saw him, they glanced at everyone with disdain.

It seems that the young master is so powerful, you can provoke him, maybe you can give him a sigh of relief if you are happy.

But if he is not afraid of death and offends the people he cares about, it is not in vain for Jiang Zhou to stay in the capital for so many years, and in the past few years, there are always people who take the initiative to send him various news every now and then.

As far as the movements of the court officials have done something bad in private, and the gossip that is in the limelight in the Xiaodao capital, as long as it is within the scope of the information collected by the censor, someone will pass the news to him.

Jiang Zhou also looked for the person who took the initiative to collect information for him, but he never found out.

The king of Nanjun, who was covered with whips, saw that An Xin was still standing in the court hall unharmed after a commotion, gnashing his teeth with hatred, his facial features distorted.

Looking at the imperial censor who was being dragged down with cold eyes, he cursed inwardly, useless things, the treasures and money he sent out were for nothing,

Prince Nanjun tremblingly walked out of the queue to the center of the hall, knelt down to Emperor Sheng'an with a plop, "Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me!"

An Xin was stunned, looking at the weeping Nanjun King in front of her, it gave her a better understanding.

How can there be the arrogance of blocking herself at the gate of the mansion yesterday, yelling arrogantly that she was going to be beaten to death, chopped into mud, and fed to the dogs.

As expected of a member of the royal family, this is probably a compulsory course for them. In terms of pretending to be pitiful, only the actor can compete with him.

"As a member of the royal family, I was beaten by a female official. This minister has lost the royal face, and this humble minister has no face to live in this world."

Speaking of which, the king of Nanjun pretended to hit the Panlong pillar on the main hall.

Seeing this, An Xin had the urge to touch her forehead, and she shed tears of sympathy for the pillar erected in the hall.

You say that it provokes someone with a pillar, and officials want to bump into it every now and then, which is too much.

An Xin walked out of the queue and gave a blank look. The king of Nanjun, who was held back by someone and struggling to say that he didn't want to live, spoke for Pan Longzhu with a righteous face:

"Could it be that apart from this pillar, you officials who regard remonstrance as a hobby, can't you bump into it in another place.

For example, the two walls on the main hall are actually quite strong, so it shouldn't be a problem to have your brain cracked if you hit it. You can think about it next time. "

The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty looked in horror at An Xin who made this suggestion with a calm face... Are you sure she is speaking in human language? !
"Hahaha——" Emperor Sheng'an's laughter resounded in the hall.

(End of this chapter)