Wang Ciweng was very particular about what he said.

If Zhao Ning wants to fight back, that's okay.

But he didn't argue.

The reason is very simple, because this is the demand of an interest group. It is not only useless to have a Wang Ciweng, but it will be counterproductive.

Why is it counterproductive?

Even if Wang Ciweng is deposed or even killed, those people will not stop.

They will hide and then spread quietly among the people.

This kind of quiet spread not only spreads among the death penalty factions, but also affects the death penalty faction.

They will keep the snowball rolling until one day it breaks out and even the emperor Zhao Ning can't stop it.

The current solution is to let these people jump out, the more jumps the better.

Jump out in advance, solve the problem in advance, and make it public.

Murder and heart-wrenching!

Zhao Ning scanned the others around him without leaving a trace, and said thoughtfully: "That makes sense."

Wang Cweng breathed a long sigh of relief, and then realized that his back was wet with cold sweat.

As soon as Zhao Guanjia said the words "makes sense", the concealed expressions on the faces of other ministers finally relaxed.

Liu Yan said: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Others quickly said: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Zhao Ning said: "I have always adhered to the philosophy of governing the country with benevolent governance. You must keep this in mind."

"I will keep this in mind!"

Zhao Ning suddenly stood up and said, "I am a little tired today. If you have anything else, please tell me."

"Farewell to Your Majesty."

As soon as Zhao Ning left, the ministers immediately became excited.

Wang Ciweng said: "Mr. Zhao, how can those people in Jiangdong be convicted?"

"Master, Your Majesty has just expressed his position," Liu Yan said.

Lu Yihao took over and said, "What is your Majesty's attitude?"

"Your Majesty..." Liu Yan was speechless for a moment, "Your Majesty, he said what Wang Shilang said made sense."

"Is this called a statement?"

"this……"

"I think you, the doctor of the Ministry of Justice, are not qualified either. Should you consider giving up your position?"

"Mr. Lu, please calm down. I'm just..." Liu Yan quickly hid behind Wang Ciweng.

When the others saw Lu Yihao speaking, they immediately fell silent.

Zhao Ding said: "Everyone, how to deal with the Jiangdong case still requires His Majesty's Holy Judgment. There is no need to discuss this matter for the time being."

Then everyone dispersed.

After this incident caused a stir in the court, the New Year came quickly.

However, this matter is far from over.

Ever since Zhao Guanjia said the words "make sense", the mentality of some officials has been changing.

This change is like a boy who confesses his love to a goddess. Before confessing, he was very scared and embarrassed, until he heard the goddess say "you are a great person", and then his heart immediately burned with blazing fire.

In the next period of time, this man would not think about food or tea, and would smile happily even in his dreams.

And a group of boys around him will tell him: Hey, buddy, you have won that girl's heart. Have you decided on the name of the child?

Although Zhao Ning has not made a clear stance on the Jiangdong case, there is at least one trend.

As soon as the wind direction appeared, letters sent from the capital to various places became more frequent.

In the past few days, what Zhao Ning has received the most are memorials about the Jiangdong case.

Since he said the three words "makes sense", those people started writing memorials as if they were in high spirits.

Even Zhao Ning couldn't help but sigh: It seems that many people have been very depressed these years!

He thought again of Chen Biqing's debate that day.

Talking about abolition of the death penalty is clearly the spokesperson of the bureaucracy among the people, who wants to return to the past through benevolent government.

In this way, some officials who engage in corruption and exercise power on a daily basis no longer have to worry about the day the knife comes down and their heads are gone.

If murder were the only one allowed to pass, wouldn't they still be lawless?

Zhao Ning continued to look through these memorials, and he suddenly saw a name.

This name seems to have been mentioned somewhere.

Oh, Hebei Chief Secretary Chen Zhengxian, Chen Biqing’s father!

The rank of the Chief Secretary's Councilor is not low. From a third-grade official, the local prefect is also lower than him.

Sure enough, after my son finished his speech to the people, Lao Tzu's memorial was delivered to the emperor's desk.

Chen Zhengxian's memorial was so written that it made one cry with both emotion and emotion.

For those who didn’t know, they thought he was the reincarnation of a saint.

Looking at these memorials, Zhao Ning was not in a hurry. He wanted to see who else could lift the sky next?

In the blink of an eye, it was already the last day of the ninth year of Jingkang's reign, and Zhang Shuye hurried to Wende Palace.

"Your Majesty, Li Yanxian, the military envoy of Xihe Road, Liu Qi, the military envoy of Yanyan Road, Wu Jie, the military envoy of Hedong Road, and Yue Fei, the administrative envoy of Hebei, have arrived in the capital. Due to the tight war, Han Shizhong cannot leave Liaodong. In addition, Hebei

Zhe Yanzhi, the training envoy of Huang Tuan, has also arrived."

"I understand."

This year's Chinese New Year is very special. Zhao Guanjia secretly summoned several important frontier commanders to Beijing.

Not even many people in the capital knew about it.

On the first day of the first lunar month, after completing the annual imperial meeting, early in the morning on the second day of the first lunar month, Zhao Ning and his men galloped their horses all the way, preparing to leave the city for hunting.

According to the rules of the Song Dynasty, dignitaries were actually very tired during the New Year period.

In addition to getting up before dawn on the first day of the first lunar month and going to the palace to wait for the emperor's morning court and congratulate the new year, in the following days, they also have to accompany the emperor to banquets, various activities in the palace, and hunting out of the city.

These are usually arranged for several days. By the time they are over, it may already be the seventh day of the first lunar month. In a few days, I will start working, and I won’t have much time to spend with my family.

Of course, to have such an honor, one must be at least above the prime minister or prince level.

However, Zhao Ning is special. After all, he has traveled through time and understands that during the Chinese New Year, everyone still wants to be reunited with their families, so he abolished many red tapes.

On the day of the second day of junior high school, apart from Gao Qiu and Wang Zonglio, there were only a few frontline commanders who had returned to Beijing.

Including the officials, everyone went home to celebrate the New Year.

Zhang Shuye did not come because he was old.

Forty miles west of Tokyo, there is an imperial garden where hunting is conveniently located.

Several border commanders took people hunting, while Gao Qiu and Wang Zongliu were warming themselves around the stove in the emperor's camp.

"Why are you two here? Aren't you going hunting?"

Gao Qiu said: "The officials are joking. They are all frontier marshals. They fight with the enemy all the year round. How can we be their opponent?"

"Liu Taiwei, don't forget that you are the deputy commander of the front department! And you, Wang Zonglio, are the commander of the front department! You two are their nominal superiors!"

Wang Zongli and Gao Qiu finally found an opportunity to reach a united front. Wang Zongli said: "Guan family, please spare me."

"Go, go, bring me a knife."
Chapter completed!