Chapter 740: Zhao Ji’s Troubles

In September, the weather in Bianjing City was extremely stuffy. Early in the morning, a shocking news came from the Menxia Province.

The guilty minister Taiyuan prefect, the prefect of the prefect, was directly reported to Chen Xu: On the third day of the September 2nd year of Zhonghe, frogs roared at night in the courtyard of the yamen, and the sky was filled with haze and faintly thunder. The minister was shocked, for some reason. At noon the next day, the earthquake suddenly shook the mountains and the sky collapsed and the rocks cracked. Huaizhou collapsed countless houses, and there were countless casualties. At this time, it was the autumn flood. The embankment was destroyed, the flood was raging, and there were hundreds of miles of corpses in the wilderness...

The criminal minister was deeply engraved with his heart and wanted to give wings to repay the emperor's kindness, so he sent clerks to help the people, but there were more and more refugees and rumors spread everywhere. I was determined but powerless and helpless, and beg Your Majesty to transfer some rice, grain, medicine and herbs to help the disaster. The poor minister died ten thousand times, but he dared not sacrifice his life to repay the crime of death.

When a memorial was handed over to the door, it seemed like a huge tsunami that caught the scholars who had just been in charge of the church off guard.

Everyone put down their work and read the memorial carefully. Their faces were blue and white. In the end, the recording was the first to react and said, "Mr. Li hasn't come yet? Hurry up, go and call!"

At this time, Li Bangyan's voice sounded, he stepped into the threshold, and smiled faintly: "What? He screamed like a loss of soul."

After being the chief minister for a year, Li Bangyan, a disciple of the provincial government, has been promoted to the rightful work, and now he has achieved a good result. This life is quite comfortable. Unlike Cai Jing, Cai Jing gets up very early every day, and whether he does or not, he has to be diligent. It’s not that Li Bangyan doesn’t want to get up early, but he really can’t get up, so if he didn’t enter the palace, he often waits until the provincial government has clarified his clues at other times, and he will come late.

The recorder took the memorial and staggered to Li Bangyan, handed the memorial and said with a pale face: "Sir, let's take a look first."

Li Bangyan smiled and answered the memorial, trying his best to be like a prime minister, but when he opened it, he instantly turned into a fool, and couldn't help but say, "Is it collapsed in Taiyuan?"

The recorder said: "The news sent by the Taiyuan Prefecture overnight was indeed a collapse of land, with countless casualties and injuries. Now he is asking the court to provide relief. If it is delayed, refugees and plague will breed, it will be a disaster."

Li Bangyan sat down in his position, and he was completely disgusted and couldn't help but say, "Why did it collapse at this time? It happened to be this time..."

The so-called earth collapse is an earthquake. This news should be sent to the Imperial Heavenly Prison first. There is also a copy under the sect. Li Bangyan had just stabilized his position and his butt was not hot yet, but he hit such a thing. He deserved to be unlucky. His hand trembled, picked up the memorial again, and couldn't help but say, "Hurry up, call the Imperial Heavenly Prison supervisor."

Before Shulingshi could call, Du Hui, the supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, had already arrived in a hurry and handed over a memorial, which was naturally to analyze the reason for the collapse of the earth in the palace. Li Bangyan first left Du Hui. While looking at Du Hui's memorial, his face suddenly changed. The memorial reads: "The energy of heaven and earth does not lose its order; if it goes beyond the order, the people will be in chaos. The yang is hidden and cannot come out, and the yin is forced and cannot steam, so the earth collapses. Now Taiyuan is actually shaking, and the yang is lost and the place is filled with the Yin."

The meaning of this paragraph seems ordinary, roughly means: the yin and yang energy between heaven and earth is balanced and orderly; if it is disordered, the yang energy sinks and cannot come out, and the yin energy presses it so that it cannot rise, so there will be earthquakes. Now the terrestrial collapse of Taiyuan Prefecture is because the yang energy is not in its original position, but is suppressed by the yin energy."

To put it bluntly, it is the imbalance of yin and yang. For Li Bangyan, these four words are nothing more than taking his life. If the yin and yang are imbalanced, who caused the yin energy? To put it bluntly, someone must take the blame, and no one can take the blame as long as he wants. The emperor cannot do it. If it were other emperors, they might take the blame on themselves, issue an edict to self-report and reflect on the gains and losses of government affairs. But today, they are a person who cherishes their feathers. How could they let him declare to the people of the world that the collapse was caused by his improper governance?

Then, if this improper governance has caused the blame for the anger of heaven and people, it is natural that Li Bangyan should take it. Li Bangyan cannot bear the blame, and of course he cannot be the sucker. But except him, he will never find a second suitable person to choose. The four words "yin and yang imbalance" are too heavy.

Li Bangyan's face was gloomy and calm, and then he threw the memorial to the ground and sneered: "Nonsense!"

Li Bangyan was silent for a moment, then said, "No one else has read this memorial?"

The recorder laughed and said, "Sir, Du Hui is a nerd, so he wrote this and handed it over it."

Li Bangyan took a look at the record and said lightly: "If you hand over this memorial, everyone in the family will finish playing. Do you know?"

The recorder pursed his lips and dared not say anything.

Li Bangyan said: "Come with a pen and ink."

The recorder's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but shouted: "Sir..."

Li Bangyan smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, this memorial is directly revealed in the palace and no one will see it again. No one can tell the truth or falsehood. Besides, Du Hui's handwriting is imitated in Cai style, which is easy to grasp." He said it relaxed, but in fact, cold sweat also oozed from his forehead. After handing over the memorial, Li Bangyan was completely finished. What kind of glory and wealth, isn't it going to end in a sad end? It's better to fight!

Li Bangyan gritted his teeth, sneered, and asked the record to take a pen and ink, and wrote a reprint according to Du Hui's memorial, which read: "The earth is the yin, and the subjects are the subjects. Now Taiyuan is in the north, and I am afraid that the Beigong will cause disaster."

The prince is the Eastern Palace, the queen is the Western Palace. As for the Northern Palace, it means the fourth wife under the Queen. Although Concubine Zheng is favored, she has never been able to advance to the fourth wife. Li Bangyan just took the opportunity to pave the way for Concubine Zheng and took advantage of the earthquake to gain some benefits for her family.

Li Bangyan's running script also has a great style. He was born in the market and was best to copy. He naturally could not copy famous artists like Cai Jing, Zhao Ji, and Shen Ao, but he would not have any major flaws if he had to copy Du Hui's characters. Besides, the characters of Du Hui may not be recognized in the palace, but it is enough to distort the real one. If this memorial is not happy in the palace, he will naturally be punished by Du Hui. If he is willing, Li Bangyan can get out of it, and secondly, he can also take the lion from the fire.

He was originally a prodigal son and prime minister. When things came to an end, he dared not do anything. The emperor is a fool nowadays. Not to mention anything else, just say that when Liang Shicheng was alive, he dared to change Zhao Ji's imperial edict without authorization and acted in Minsi Palace. If he had not offended Shen Ao and Yang Jian in the end, he would not have ended in a sad way. In addition, there was Cai Jing. When Cai Jing was at its peak, he detained and revised memorials were not once or twice, and no one would pursue it in the end. He was still in charge of the government for decades and had no flaws? Unfortunately, he died at the hands of his own nephew.

Li Bangyan dried the moji, and had already had a scheming in his heart. He smiled at him and said, "Go and tell Du Hui that I will hand over his memorials now and let him continue to wait for his order."

The recorder nodded in fear and said, "You are here to go."

Li Bangyan suddenly said: "Come back."

The recorder turned around with sweat and asked, "What are the instructions for you?"

Li Bangyan slowly raised his changed memorial and said lightly: "Du Hui's memorial is this one, do you know? As long as you bite to death, no one can do anything to us. At worst, you can use Du Hui as a scapegoat."

"The official understands."

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The palace lanterns were arriving, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood. Zhao Ji, who was half lying on the soft couch, was thinking about something, holding a cup of tea in a daze. Yang Jian next to him had long been used to Zhao Ji's like this. Since the last time the good news from Xixia came, Zhao Ji seemed to be full of worries. He didn't say anything, but just sat there, sat for a while, and sometimes he suddenly came back to his senses and was absent-minded.

Yang Jian felt strange in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask anything more. Zhao Ji was annoyed, and Yang Jian was even more annoyed. He was always like this, and the whole palace was cautious. How could he live this life?

Yang Jian stood sideways with his head beneath the dragon collapsed, and glanced at Zhao Ji. Seeing that Zhao Ji was not attentive, he wondered if he should ask Zhao Ji to go to Wansui Mountain to relax, or suggest that Zhao Ji go to the Empress Dowager to sit there.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Ji suddenly huh, stretched, and said, "How many days will An Ning's child still be about to give birth?"

Yang Jian whispered: "Your Majesty, it's coming soon."

"Oh..." Zhao Ji just smiled faintly and continued to close his eyes and ponder.

Zhao Ji asked specifically, and Yang Jian knew that what Zhao Ji was thinking was probably Shen Ao's affairs. Shen Ao has not had any major problems recently. Apart from winning a battle, Zhao Ji was happy for a few days, but why did he suddenly change his temperament?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Yang Jian was unpredictable. At this moment, Zhao Ji suddenly said, "Is Guangnan East Road OK?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Ji raised his eyes, looked at Yang Jian, and couldn't help but laugh, "I thought Shen Ao was by the side." He frowned again and said slowly, "The matter of moving the vassal state must be discussed for a long time." At this time, he seemed to have made a decision, but his whole body seemed relaxed, and said lightly: "Now that Xixia has won a great victory, and the national strength cannot be underestimated. Do you know the secret discussion between Shen Ao and me?"

Yang Jian vaguely knew something, some were revealed by Zhao Ji, and some were just a few words that Shen Ao heard. Both of them regarded him as their confidants, so they did not avoid him. He couldn't help but nod and said, "I know something."

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Chapter completed!