Chapter 658

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third year of Emperor Longchang.

In the Qinzheng Hall, the Emperor's office.

"Report to Your Majesty, now the folk rice prices, cloth prices..."

The newly promoted Chief Eunuch Zhang lowered his eyebrows and looked at a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance kneeling on the ground, reporting to the Emperor behind the imperial desk.

Since the Emperor Longchang Emperor ascended the throne, he had always followed the rules, and the imperial court was calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

And in such a pool of stagnant water, three years passed, and the group of officials and even the world gradually accepted the fact that the new Emperor was on the throne.

This is actually not easy, representing the consolidation of the Emperor's authority.

However, to say the new Emperor didn't do anything at all is not entirely true, such as promoting Zhao Hu into the Imperial Guard.

For example, after the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he established the "Badaren", ordering the Embroidered Uniform Guard to be mainly responsible for investigating civil officials, while giving the news of inquiring and spying in the market and among the people to the Badaren.

The one kneeling now is the leader of the Badaren—the Badashuai.

As peers, they naturally didn't look at each other favorably.

"Alright..."

Fang Xing finished approving a memorial, feeling a bit tired, and looked at Eunuch Zhang: "What happened in the inner palace again?"

Hearing this, the Badashuai immediately kowtowed: "Minister withdraws!"

Eunuch Zhang looked at the Badashuai's back, feeling very regretful.

This newly promoted Badashuai had deep thoughts, but on the surface, he looked like an ordinary, thick-eyebrowed, big-eyed, honest person, and he knew how to advance and retreat, which was very difficult to deal with.

"Report to Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Yu went to Chaotian Temple to burn incense three days ago... Recently, Prince Kang wants to submit a memorial, requesting Imperial Concubine Yu to leave the palace so mother and son can be reunited."

Eunuch Zhang said.

This Imperial Concubine Yu was Prince Kang's birth mother.

After Fang Xing ascended the throne, Prince Kang had always been respectful, and the Great Zheng Qian did not have the tradition of princes going to their fiefs.

In Fang Xing's view, princes going to their fiefs is actually tacitly allowing the princes to act recklessly in the local area, in exchange for the stability of the imperial court.

It is equivalent to selling the interests of the local people, which is very uneconomical.

Princes staying in the capital certainly have hidden dangers, but to him, they are not big problems.

This body has internal energy for maintenance, and it is taking the world to support one person, so there is no problem living to a hundred years old without illness or disaster.

It is even more impossible for any accidents to occur, which can put many hearts at ease.

"Since Prince Kang has been respectful since I ascended the throne, forget it... If there is a request, then grant it."

Fang Xing waved his hand.

As for Prince Tai and his birth mother, Imperial Concubine Shu, they were actually a bit restless three years ago and suspected of secretly investigating the late Emperor's death, so it was highly probable they wanted to cause trouble.

Fang Xing backhanded and cleaned them up. First, Imperial Concubine Shu, like other concubines, became an Imperial Concubine, and her rank was lowered a lot. When she was an Imperial Concubine, she offended many people, so Fang Xing didn't even need to take action, and the wall fell and everyone pushed.

Coupled with the Crown Princess being promoted to Empress, she had officially obtained the power of the inner palace. One Emperor, one courtier, the power of the former Imperial Concubine naturally faded rapidly, and now it was not a climate at all.

Furthermore, if Prince Tai submitted a memorial requesting to pick up his mother from the palace to serve her, he certainly wouldn't agree.

'This prince's birth mother... why does it taste a bit like a hostage?'

'This ancient politics seems to hide little knowledge everywhere...'

'Alas, it has nothing to do with me... I'm just here to brush for innate spiritual treasures.'

Fang Xing looked at Eunuch Zhang: "Anything else?"

"Your Majesty..."

Cold sweat seeped out on Eunuch Zhang's face, and he handed up a booklet.

Fang Xing opened it, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Among the show girls this time, there are truly hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."

As long as he is the Emperor, he will inevitably become the focus of conflict.

Furthermore, if he moves a little, someone's interests will be damaged.

And this first selection of show girls after three years, all parties simply appeared on the stage, and I don't know how many trade-offs and conspiracies were mixed in...

'If I select a dozen or so, the inner palace will be lively... No, it was already very lively.'

Fang Xing was sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and had seen a lot, which could be called a supreme grandmaster of poisonous medicine.

After going to the imperial palace for a stroll, he immediately felt that there were many wronged souls in every palace.

And among the concubines, poisoning and framing each other... it couldn't be said to be a daily occurrence, but it was also common.

Even if wise like the founding Emperor, it was difficult to avoid.

After all, this world has no magic, everyone is a mortal, energy is limited, and there are certainly omissions.

Sometimes, Fang Xing felt that this world was like a huge amateur troupe.

'Hmm, actually, there's no need to look up to the founding Emperor too much. I feel that three years ago, even if I didn't have supernatural power, I could have broken the situation successfully?'

'The worst, worst case is directly raising troops to rebel, killing the Emperor, and framing Prince Tai... This probably no one believes in the capital, but it's hard to say in the world. As long as the propaganda is good, how do outsiders know the truth? I am the Crown Prince, why would I rebel?'

'Then, it's the world in chaos, starting from scratch to fight for the country? Because of the accumulation, I can smelt steel, engage in soil fertilizer... The key is having the Crown Prince's righteous name, I can calmly recruit and accept rebels. As long as the defeated admit Prince Tai killed the Emperor, I can accept them. It's possible that in less than three years, I can still pacify the world, it's just that more people will die...'

'Furthermore, doing such a tyrannical thing, it's fine in the early and middle years, but in the later years, it's inevitable to be feared by others, and even the wife will be separated. If someone provokes in the middle, the possibility of father and son killing each other is even greater...'

'It seems quite interesting... The Crown Prince kills the Emperor copy? By the way, carrying the name of suspected patricide, sweeping away a big mess?'

'Forget it, I'd better be someone who is good at fighting and has no great merit...' Fang Xing looked at Eunuch Zhang: "For this selection, you must also take precautions. The Empress, various concubines, and even the show girls must be watched... I don't want to see chaos in the inner palace, such as abortion medicine flying everywhere, eunuchs and palace maids framing the concubines, etc..."

Bang bang!

Eunuch Zhang was so scared that his legs went soft, and he kowtowed bang bang, blood appearing on his forehead: "Your Majesty, such a thing is absolutely impossible to happen..."

Abortion medicine? The imperial physicians in the palace all have rules. Every time, someone must accompany them, and there are several copies of the pulse records. How could such harmful things enter the palace?

As for palace maids and eunuchs framing concubines? Plotting against the imperial princes? Is this not wanting their nine clans anymore?

Even if they are orphan dead soldiers, how many can be cultivated and how high can they climb?

Eunuch Zhang felt that the Emperor's words had hidden meanings, and his back was already full of cold sweat, almost scared to go back and prepare to take poison and commit suicide.

"Oh? As long as there isn't..."

Fang Xing nodded. In this mortal world, as long as the rules and procedures are complete, most problems can be solved.

And whether the inner palace is chaotic or not, the Emperor actually has the final say.

As long as the Emperor does not love only one person and is not disturbed by emotions, the inner palace cannot be chaotic.

As for the strange person who loves his favorite concubine so much that he strangles his only son with his own hands, leading to the throne being succeeded by his nephew in the end, it is not within the scope of general consideration.

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'Or, simply have only one Empress, and don't want other women, that's also fine...'

'Either love alone, or be a sea king, a slight distraction will inevitably be chaotic.'

Fang Xing shook his head, preparing to let the Empress handle the inner palace affairs, and he would pay a little attention to it.

The power of the ancient righteous name is simply unimaginable.

Bluntly speaking, even if the Empress cannot deal with the concubines themselves, she has the ability to clean up all the servants around the concubines.

With such a big advantage, it's basically impossible to lose.

"Wanting to be a wise monarch is actually very simple, and sometimes letting go is a kind of advantage..."

"Is what shackles me the evaluation of future generations?"

Fang Xing thought, even if some Emperors are wise and heroic to the extreme, and even wait until their descendants die in their later years, it is still easy for problems to arise in the descendants.

This is the sorrow of short-lived species.

He let Eunuch Zhang go out and continued to handle official business.

Suddenly, a memorial came into view.

"Yuan Zhao, are you preparing to retire and return to your hometown?"

Fang Xing felt a bit emotional.

This Prime Minister who fought the world with the founding Emperor worked diligently, but he was indeed very old.

Especially three years ago, the late Emperor Wu, who entrusted the old man's ideals, died of a sudden heart attack, which tortured the old man's spirit.

The other party could be considered to have stayed for three years for the sake of the new Emperor.

Now that all matters have entered the right track, he naturally wants to retire and return to his hometown.

'This person is also smart. After all, he was the number one strategist of the late Emperor... Now retreating while the situation is good, first, his health is really not good, and second, staying behind is easy to cause trouble.'

Fang Xing shook his head.

The Prime Minister of the Cabinet is the head of the hundred officials. No matter who sits on it, there will be a bunch of disciples, gradually becoming a party.

Even, more of an eyesore!

After all, not to mention anything else, in the Eastern Palace, the group of scholars following Fang Xing are certainly eyeing the position of the Cabinet.

If the other party doesn't leave, they will be attacked by all parties.

'And for an official, the most important thing is the relationship with the Emperor...'

'Yuan Zhao had old ties with the late Emperor, but not much friendship with me... If he doesn't want to be executed by the Emperor for the crime of rebellion in the future, he should retire.'

Fang Xing smiled and directly approved with a vermilion brush, directly granting it: "Granted."

Of course, the retirement of the Prime Minister of the Cabinet will certainly not be so simple. At the very least, the scattered official rank must be raised and gifts given, so that both sides are decent.

'I hope that after this guy goes back, he won't be like the Xu Cabinet Minister of the Ming Dynasty, suddenly having hundreds of thousands of mu of fertile land at home... Otherwise...'

Yuan Mansion.

This is an imperial-bestowed mansion, said to be rebuilt from the Prince's mansion of the previous dynasty. Although many things that violated the system were removed, the courtyard is deep.

At this time, Yuan Zhao was wearing casual clothes, teasing a parrot.

Compared to three years ago, he looked older, but his spirit was still okay.

"Father..."

A middle-aged man came behind Yuan Zhao: "Once that memorial is submitted, there is no room for turning back."

"Hehe, I am old. If I don't leave and continue to cling to power, I will be hated by young people."

Yuan Zhao grabbed a handful of bird food and suddenly said with relief: "Furthermore... this Emperor of ours, although he doesn't show his mountain or water... is a ruthless character, so I can rest assured."

"A ruthless character?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak.

"Do you think that our Emperor has not engaged in major events for three years, governing by doing nothing, and that anyone can do it?"

Yuan Zhao shook his head with a smile: "Young people should guard against anger. Our Emperor was Crown Prince for so many years. After ascending the throne, being able to hold back this anger is truly remarkable... Now the Forbidden Army is gradually submissive, and the Emperor's throne cannot be shaken. Isn't this clear evidence? You must instruct our family's children to have less contact with the princes, otherwise, a great disaster is not far away..."

(End of chapter)