Chapter 89: Two Decrees (Part 1)

The first advisor of the Tianjin yamen, who was extremely proficient in all kinds of laws and regulations, explained the pros and cons of Zhang Gui sending troops clearly and thoroughly.

After hearing this, Zhao Yueban couldn't help but clap his hands and say, "Wonderful!

Since this Zhang Gui has raised troops to save the king, no one dares to hide it.

So the matter will inevitably be known to the current Emperor no matter what.

But he cannot be accused of plotting wrongdoing under the name of saving the king.

At most, it can be said that his desire for fame and profit is heavy, wanting to take the shortcut to promotion and wealth.

But in the current situation, those who save the king can never be blamed.

Even if there is no merit and there is a crime, at most it is a fine of salary.

But if there is merit and no crime, at the very least he can be promoted by seven, no, at least four ranks.

From an eighth-rank colonel to a sixth-rank 'Langjiang.'

Even if a militia officer is not worth much, a sixth-rank commander in the local area is a figure no matter what.

Not to mention that he can be considered to be in the Emperor's heart.

Truly a high move.

I have always liked smart people and hate fools the most.

Since he is so slippery and shameless, thinking of such tricks as 'blood letters' that even I couldn't think of, then helping him is fine."

Saying this, he stood up on the well water surface less than three inches high in the brass basin.

Slowly wiped his feet and stepped on wooden clogs.

'Da da da' walked to the desk, brushed and wrote a memorial himself.

He wrote clearly the cause and effect of Zhang Gui sending troops, as well as the content that could be reported in the advisor's explanation just now.

He sealed it together with Zhang Gui's statement, called a clerk,

"Send this memorial to Yanjing with an eight-thousand-mile emergency."

The distance of over a hundred miles between the two places was sent by a special kite eagle for eight-thousand-mile emergency.

This is the court's decency, or rather, the rigidity of the system.

In fact, if it weren't for the text on paper and the different secret marks on the memorial that needed to be archived for investigation.

I'm afraid it would have been communicated by magic long ago.

The clerk took the memorial and respectfully turned to retreat.

After a short while, the Tianjin post station flew a kite eagle directly into the sky

The best place in Ming Song.

The "Yanyun Palace" where the Emperor lived was located on the central axis of the capital.

The palace walls had a total of four gates.

The east gate was the main gate, called the "Ziwu Gate."

The south, north, and west directions had three side gates, named Xuanwu, Qinglong, and Baihu in order.

Inside the palace, the south was the outer court and the north was the inner court, each with a corner tower with nine beams, five pillars, and seventy-two ridges to suppress evil spirits.

The outer court had three main halls: Taihe Hall, Zhonghe Hall, and Baohe Hall.

Taihe Hall was the largest and most atmospheric, and was the place for court assemblies.

Zhonghe Hall was the smallest and was called the "Shangshu Room," which was the place for discussing state affairs.

Those who entered and exited daily were rarely below the fourth rank.

Baohe Hall was not usually used, and was only used as a place for the palace examination during the imperial examination.

The inner court included the three main palaces at the top: Qianqing, Jiaotai, and Kunning.

As well as the six small palaces on both sides at the bottom, collectively known as the "Three Palaces and Six Courtyards."

Since the defeat in the national war, the current Ming Song "Hezheng Emperor" claimed illness and suspended court assemblies.

He stayed in the Shangshu Room, discussing state affairs with the prime minister, cabinet ministers, censor group officials, six ministries, and generals of the Great Army Prefecture.

Everyone in the world thought the Emperor must be full of sorrow and reflecting on his mistakes.

But in fact, the Hezheng Emperor appeared more energetic and calm than ever.

On the dragon desk, he said to himself with a voice like a bell and a solemn face:

"This defeat, I will take the blame."

The Ming Song Prime Minister Wu Qinggeng was a withered old man.

Hearing the Emperor blackmail the group of officials with the "Self-Blame Edict" again and again in just a few days, it was really not the way a ruler should act, so he bit his back teeth and said nothing more.

This made the Hezheng Emperor sit on wax instead.

The straight man gave the topic, the supporting man took the move, but the nose couldn't blow.

The Emperor had to look around.

Wherever his eyes landed, seeing that the left and right censors whose political views were different from Wu Qinggeng also hung their heads and said nothing, he couldn't help but hate in his heart.

Since civil officials didn't work, he changed to military generals.

The Hezheng Emperor coughed lightly.

He fixed his eyes on the Left General of the Great Army Prefecture, Wu Jinwu, "What does the Left General think?"

The Great Army Prefecture of the Ming Song Kingdom had no real power.

But the Great General had always been high in power and had the right to "open the curtain" by nature, so it was not set up normally.

In this way, the second-rank Left General was equivalent to the head of the Great Army Prefecture, and was also the realistic number one military general.

Nominally, he could barely compete with the Prime Minister.

But nominal is nominal after all.

Not to mention that the current Great Army Prefecture was not pragmatic at all, specializing in vanity.

The powers of people, wealth, and things in the military prefecture below had long been taken away by the Ministry of War.

Who should lead the army before the national war;

which "Ten Thousand Commander Yamen" of the provinces should the participating armies be transferred from;

how to match the military branches, the Great Army Prefecture didn't participate at all.

Now that they had lost the war, they asked the Left General, "What do you think"?

Wu Jinwu just wanted to spit on the Hezheng Emperor's face.

Therefore, he said a nonsense sentence with a blank face, "At this moment, I think that everything should be based on stability."

And said no more.

The Hezheng Emperor was furious in his heart but remained calm on the surface.

The Zhonghe Hall fell into a dead silence.

At this time, someone walked in from the palace gate.

He walked lightly to the dragon desk and knelt down, "Your Majesty, Tianjin Prefect Zhao Yueban presented a memorial.

The situation is quite urgent."

If it were someone else coming here at this time, the Hezheng Emperor's heart would inevitably have to thump.

But the person who came was the head of the Ming Song inner court, Chief Eunuch Yang Sanchun, who was also his most trusted confidant.

Even if the Yuan Mountain Empire's navy invaded Tianjin, it was impossible to report at such a time.

Therefore, the Hezheng Emperor waved his hand calmly: "Present it."

"Yes," Yang Sanchun presented the memorial respectfully.

The Hezheng Emperor scanned it extremely quickly, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"His actions should be punished, but his feelings are pitiable.

The matter is not big, but it is a bit subtle at this timing.

Everyone, take a look."

Saying this, the Hezheng Emperor threw the memorial back to Zhao Sanchun.

Zhao Sanchun sent the memorial to Wu Qinggeng again, "Prime Minister, please take a look."

Wu Qinggeng only looked at the memorial for a moment and was furious,

"A mere eighth-rank militia, acting so recklessly, it is simply absurd.

If the commanders in the country all acted like him, wouldn't the whole country be in chaos.

Clearly pandering to seek promotion.

His crime deserves death!

Otherwise, it is difficult to use this as a warning."

The Hezheng Emperor's face darkened slightly after hearing this...

The next evening.

The eunuch who issued the decree to Zhang Gui arrived at the Tianjin dock and went out to sea.

The decree was written very simply:

"There is an eighth-rank bandit-suppressing colonel of the Siyang Commandery Military Prefecture of the Eastern Yue Sea Province, Zhang Gui, in charge of the 'Zhihai Stockade' Dudu of military and civil affairs.

A mere minor general, whose duty should be to guard the land and protect the people, but he acted arrogantly, leading his troops to run thousands of miles, which should be severely punished.

The militia Zhihai Stockade in the Siyang Commandery of the Eastern Yue Sea Province is to be withdrawn and established as a town, under the jurisdiction of the Siyang Commandery City Yamen.

Zhang Gui is to be stripped of his official position and demoted to a commoner, as a warning to others."

Zhang Gui was dizzy from this imperial decree, but in this situation, he couldn't turn against the court and rebel immediately.

He could only secretly grit his teeth and kneel to thank the imperial grace.

Thunder, rain, and dew are all imperial grace.

Zhang Gui took the imperial decree with a blank face.

Unexpectedly, he heard the one in front of him who didn't have the bottom part say slowly:

"Master Zhang, don't worry, there is another decree to be issued."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 90 =====