: Creating enemies on all sides

Yang Ling was shocked by the slap. He turned his head suddenly and saw Zhu Houzhao standing behind him in white filial hat. Yang Ling yelled and hurriedly put on his boots and jumped off the ground. The Emperor Zhengde, who had just become aware of his shoulders and said, "Look at how tired you look, don't kneel anymore. I'm annoyed by someone kneeling today, and I'm sore and hurting my back."

He stretched his waist and looked sad. Yang Ling was used to this approachable prince who had no sense of superiority and inferiority. But now Zhu Houzhao is the emperor. He didn't show any respect when he saw the emperor, and he felt a little nervous, but Zhu Houzhao's hand was still pressed on his shoulders, so it was difficult for him to break free.

Yang Ling had no choice but to smile bitterly and said, "I have just returned from inspecting the palaces and bans. Your Majesty, now you are the Supreme Lord of Nine Five, so this title should be changed."

Zhu Houzhao smiled bitterly and said, "I am not used to it. Anyway, I am not in front of all officials, and you and I are still like when I was in the Eastern Palace."

Yang Ling asked, "Emperor, aren't you guarding the late emperor in the main hall of Ganqing Palace? Why did you come here alone?"

Zhu Houzhao waved her hand and said, "I was so annoyed by those people. They all seemed to be discussing and acting. They cried for a while and they had to ask me to get the pain. I escaped by peeing."

He took a long breath, looked at the familiar decorations in the Dongnuan Pavilion with nostalgia, and sighed softly: "I miss my father so much. When I first stepped into this room, I felt that my father was still inside, and was placing memorials inside. When I saw me coming, I happily asked the eunuch to serve candied fruits."

When he said this, tears rose in his eyes and said, "When he was very young, his father hugged me, and he was here, and he taught me to write and draw. Sometimes when he reviewed memorials, he asked me to practice calligraphy aside.

I remember one time when he was showing respect, I took a pen and scribble the memorials. When my father came back, in order to explain to the ministers, I had to deliberately turn over the ink and dye all the memorials, so I hid it from the court officials. In this way, the six ministers still gave more than a dozen memorials to blame my father."

Zhu Houzhao said in a daze: "That time, the first time my father got angry with me, and he punished me to copy the Three Character Classic thirty times. I copied it twice and became impatient. So I rubbed Liu Jin and Zhang Yong and several eunuchs who read literately helped me. They bit the bullet and copied it for me. I knew my father would definitely see it, but he still pretended not to spare me. Now that I think of it, I feel so guilty. I really want my father to punish me again, so I sit next to him and copy the book seriously for him to read."

Zhu Houzhao burst into tears, and Yang Ling was secretly moved when he heard this. From ancient times to the present, there have been many intrigues between father and son. How many people can have such deep love for father and son?"

Zhu Houzhao said this and smiled, "I knelt in the hall, and according to the eunuch's reminder, burn incense when it should be burned, kowtow when it should be kowtow, and cry when it should be crying. I don't know if this is missing the late emperor or who to show it to me. The noise made me dizzy. Some people were hypocritical and cried more sad than anyone else. I was really impatient to keep going."

Yang Ling said intimately: "These pompous etiquettes are for others to see, no wonder this little emperor who despises etiquette can't stand it." He said with a clever inspiration: "Your Majesty, you miss the late emperor and don't like the red tape. Why don't you copy the book here with candles and copy the "Three Character Classic" thirty times to comfort the spirit of the late emperor in heaven? Isn't this mourning better than the three kneelings and nine kowtows in the hall?"

Zhu Houzhao was happy when she heard this and praised: "I am right. I copied all the books I punished in the past today. My father has a spirit in heaven. I will definitely be very happy to see that I really regret it."

Zhu Houzhao rubbed his hands and sat behind the Longshu desk. Now there was a layer of white silk on the Longshu desk. Yang Ling took out a roll of paper from the porcelain bottle next to the desk and spread it on the desk. He pressed it with jade paperweight and gently grinded the inkstone.

Zhu Houzhao picked up the pen and saw Yang Ling standing beside the desk, and said, "You can also move a chair and sit down. I know that you must be much less than me when inspecting the palace ban."

Seeing Yang Ling shook her head and refused, Zhu Houzhao said again: "Sit down, don't be polite to the ministers. Now that my father has gone, you are the only one who can speak intimate words. Since I first saw you, I have felt that you are different from others. When you look at me, you have neither the fear nor the pleasing look of others. I like this ordinary feeling. You should sit down, grind it while talking to me."

After hearing what he said, Yang Ling saw that there were no one else in the hall, he agreed and moved a chair and sat next to Zhengde. Zhengde seriously wrote the surnames of the Hundred Family. Yang Ling grinded the grinding aside and looked carefully. Zhengde really wrote a good handwriting.

Zhu Houzhao suddenly stopped when he wrote "Feng Bao Shi Tang" in four words. He looked at the word Tang for a while, and suddenly looked up at Yang Ling as if he remembered something, "By the way, I remembered, is Miss Tang okay in your mansion?"

When Yang Ling saw him staring at Tang characters in a daze, he felt something was wrong. At this time, he heard him ask, and his heart skipped a beat. Zhengde had not been inquiring about him these days, but now it seems that he can't hide it. Yang Ling had to bite the bullet and kill Deputy General Bao to silence him. Tang Yixian's life and death were uncertain to Zhengde.

After hearing this, Zhengde looked at the word Tang sadly for a long time without saying anything, his eyes were confused and he looked like he was losing. Yang Ling remembered that he led his soldiers to search the cliff and saw the hilt covered with blood. He also recalled the girl with a smile that he first met in the flower garden. He was also sad and speechless for a moment. The two of them sat there in a daze, only hearing the sound of the lights peeling.

Zhu Houzhao is only a 15-year-old boy. His vague affection and affection for Tang Yixian when he first met him was not yet deeply inseparable. But this was the first girl he fell in love with. Today, Emperor Hongzhi passed away, and he was already extremely sad. After hearing the news, he felt even more disappointed.

He did not take his anger on Yang Ling. After thinking for a while, a cold murderous aura suddenly appeared on Zhu Houzhao's face and said with a sneer: "Miss Tang fell off the cliff seriously! Bao Jinchen Liu Shiyong Bao, Jinzhong, Zhong, good, very good, I remember it."

Zhu Houzhao tightened her hand holding the pen and paused hard. The redwood wolf specially supplied by Houdian in Hengshui broke in half with a bang. At this moment, a group of people rushed in with a clanging sound, and then an old and hoarse voice said loudly: "Your Majesty, you are bold!"

Yang Ling was shocked. Who dared to scold the emperor? He jumped up and looked out, and saw eight or nine ministers wearing mourning clothes standing in front of him. Liu Jian, Xie Qian and Li Dongyang were also included. The old man who was scolding first, had white hair and beard, old-fashioned, and was blushing, and glaring at him.

Yang Ling suddenly realized that he had just sat side by side with Zhengde. Zhu Houzhao, who was not polite, didn't care, but what would these ministers think after seeing it? Zhengde raised his head and saw Wang Qiong's expression, and said indifferently: "Why should Secretary Wang be shocked and angry? I am the one who asked him to sit and reply. The late emperor respects all the old ministers. When the private garden reports, he must serve the teahouse. Can't I be polite to my subordinates?"

When the ministers of the six ministers and nine ministers saw that Yang Ling was so polite, they sat side by side with the emperor. Everyone was shocked and angry. Although Zhu Houzhao said this, he brought out the late emperor and blocked their mouths, Yang Ling could not compare his qualifications with the old ministers who were respectful to Hongzhi. Moreover, even though those old ministers were given the seat, no one dared to sit side by side with Hongzhi.

Wang Qiong valued etiquette the most in his life, and still said angrily: "The emperor gave him a throne, which is the emperor's kindness. However, as a minister, sitting side by side with the emperor, is really a father-in-law and a king. It is contrary to the rules and regulations, and is actually a beast!"

Why did I become a beast after a few words? Yang Ling was puzzled and felt a little annoyed, but seeing that the old man was gray-haired and old enough to be his grandfather, he had to suppress the fire and endure it.

Emperor Zhengde said impatiently: "Shangshu Wang, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

His question reminded Wang Qiong. Wang Shangshu glared at Yang Ling fiercely, turned around and bowed to Zhengde: "Emperor, the old minister asks the emperor to move to the main hall of Qianqing Palace to guard the spirits for His Majesty."

Zhengde frowned and said, "There are so noisy people in the main hall of Qianqing Palace. I am really impatient. The late emperor taught me to read and write here in the past. I want to write articles here silently tonight to mourn the late emperor."

Wang Qiong changed his color when he heard this and said in a panic: "Emperor, the son of man is filial, and no matter the emperor is common people, he should do his best to be polite. The late emperor's great conduct, and the emperor should lead all civil and military officials to guard the spirits for the late emperor. This is the legacy of the saints. How can the ancestors' family rules be abolished? The emperor lives here to mourn the late emperor. Although he has good intentions, he is not in line with the etiquette. I ask the emperor to go to the Qianqing Palace to guard the spirits immediately. The empress dowager and the dukes and marquis are waiting for you, the emperor."

Zhengde held back his anger and said, "I mourn the late emperor, I have my own idea. You can wait and go down first."

Wang Qiong got up furiously, and took two steps forward and bowed and said, "The emperor is the emperor, and every word and deed are examples of the people of the world. How can we change the etiquette system without any changes?"

He saw the words written by Zhengde at a glance. Although he looked back at him, he still recognized them as "Hundred Family Names". He became even more angry. He pointed to the paper with ink and said, "What is the relationship between this text and mourning the late emperor?"

As soon as he was involved in the ritual system of the saint, Wang Qiong refused to compromise with Zhengde, and his tone immediately became aggressive. He was the Minister of Rites and the presidency of Hongzhi's great funeral. On these issues, Liu Jian and three other major scholars had to listen to him. Therefore, although the six ministers standing next to him did not speak, his expression and expression were obviously shared with him.

Seeing that the old minister was aggressive, Zhengde was very embarrassed. Seeing that the child was about to get angry again, Yang Ling wanted to turn around for them and hurriedly said, "Master Wang, the emperor misses the late emperor, so he came to the warm pavilion where the late emperor lives. Seeing things and thinking about people is not just the filial piety of the Son of Man. It is better to turn back to the hall first, and after the emperor finished writing this article, he would just go to the palace to guard the spirits."

After hearing this traitor and disobeying the slander of the late emperor, Wang Qiong was furious. He grabbed the inkstone on the table and threw it at Yang Ling, shouting angrily: "You slandered ministers, you first sit with the emperor, and look down on the emperor. Now, as a minister, you are not trying your best to dissuade the emperor, and you will slander again. When will it be your turn to point fingers here?"

Wang Shangshu grabbed the paper and even took the paper away. He scraped it on Zhengde's face. The ink traces that had not yet dried suddenly left two black marks on Zhengde's face. Yang Ling flashed to the side, and the inkstone hit the hall pillar with a slap and broke into several pieces, and the juice splashed and fell to the ground.

Emperor Zhengde saw that Wang Qiong was always talking about the monarch, minister, father and son, but he was so arrogant in front of his emperor. He was so arrogant and arrogant by maintaining some etiquette that the monarch and ministers were arrogant and domineering. He couldn't help but tremble all over.

Hongzhi treated his ministers very well and indulged. He was lonely since childhood and was a little weak. After a long time of administration, these old ministers were used to just occupying the word "Ru" and speaking generously in front of him. They have always been arrogant, let alone now facing the little emperor Zhengde?

Seeing that Emperor Zhengde's face turned pale and seemed to be furious, Xie Qian knelt down and said, "Please abide by the etiquette and order and move to the Qing Palace immediately."

When he knelt down, the other ministers knelt down and said in unison: "Please move immediately!"

The nine ministers of the six ministries knelt on the ground and urged their way, and the momentum suppressed Zhengde for a moment. He suppressed his anger and had to say, "Everyone is calm, I will go."

Seeing that he was surrendering, Liu Jian felt relieved in his heart. Unexpectedly, Zhengde immediately pointed at Wang Qiong and asked: "Shangshu Wang, what are you talking about about the king, minister, father and son? Is it rude to be so arrogant and domineering in front of me now?"

Wang Qiong was stunned. Seeing the ink marks on Zhengde's face, he felt that he had just become too Meng Lang and had lost his etiquette. He knelt down and said, "I died, and was angry for a moment. I lost my etiquette as a minister in front of the emperor. Please punish the emperor."

Zhengde sneered and said, "It's not just a loss of etiquette, but this ink trace has been slapped on my face. Isn't it a sin of disrespect?"

Wang Qiong kowtowed straight with his neck and said with a high voice: "I am guilty and I am willing to be punished by the emperor. As long as the emperor moves to the Qing Palace immediately, I will never refuse to die!"

Emperor Zhengde shouted: "Okay, just do it! It's good if you confess your guilt. Yang Ling, immediately arrest Wang Qiong and throw him into the Heavenly Prison!"

When the ministers heard this, they knelt down and pleaded: "The emperor forgives his crimes, and the Secretary of the King is loyal and honest. He speaks without any ruthless words for a moment. Please forgive your Majesty."

Yang Ling also advised: "How can you imprison the ministers in the court on the day of the emperor's ascension to the throne? Please pardon Lord Wang."

Wang Qiong heard this and sneered: "Shut up, you sham minister. The old minister is disrespectful to the emperor and deserves punishment from the emperor. You are arrogant because of your favor and do not obey the courtesy of your ministers. You will be severely punished sooner or later!"

Zhengde was angry when he heard this. He blushed and pointed at Yang Ling and said angrily: "Don't you obey my will?"

Seeing that he was so angry that Yang Ling did not dare to continue persuasion, so he had to call the guards and escort Wang Qiong down. Zhengde snorted coldly, ignored the ministers, and directly shook his sleeves and stepped out of the door.

The ministers stood up one after another and looked at Yang Ling with contempt and anger.

Li Dongyang looked at Yang Ling and thought to himself: "When this man was a little attendant, he dared to design the illegal acts of powerful ministers from foreign relatives to the late emperor. He should be a honest and loyal minister. Why did the emperor Meng Lang act without doing anything? As a close minister who was favored by the emperor, he would not dissuade him but instead indulge him? If he said that he was greedy for power and welcomed the emperor, he would not act like his wife's behavior of resisting the imperial edict but not like that, what is this man's intention?"

He deliberately stood up slowly and landed at the back. When all the ministers were exposed, he said meaningfully to Yang Ling: "As an official, you should be careful in your own morals, work diligently and love the people, and always reflect on yourself. You have been deeply grateful to the emperor, and you should think about loyalty to the emperor and serve the country. Don't be arrogant and willful, and you will ruin your future."

Yang Ling said helplessly: "Mr. Li, the lower-ranking official dares to charm the king? Alas! Now the emperor is angry. When he finds an opportunity, he will definitely make suggestions for Lord Wang. Don't worry, did you forget the Grand Secretary Jindian chase and beat Shouning Hou with a hammer? With this example, what is the crime of Wang Shangshu robbing the inkstone and throwing General Yang Gan in the bedroom?"

When Li Dongyang heard him mentioning the incident of his own fuss with the Shouning Marquis, he couldn't help but smile and stare at him deeply and said, "This is the best. If a young man succeeds, he should be more cautious and humble, be loyal to the emperor and serve the country. Lord Yang must not classify himself as the Shouning Marquis first-class."

After saying that, Li Dongyang turned around and left. Yang Ling looked at his back and remembered the six ministers and nine ministers who looked at his disappointed expressions, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Today, Emperor Hongzhi's death is not good for me. He first offended the foreign relatives, and now he offended the cabinet. Except for the Emperor Zhengde, I am afraid that I have already made enemies everywhere and there are many crises!"

Yang Ling was thinking, a figure flashed at the door, and a figure flashed in. As soon as he entered the door, he smiled flatteringly at him: "Mr. Yang is very capable. Wang Qiong is a man who is relying on his old age to point fingers everywhere. When our family served the Eastern Palace, he once gave the emperor a memorial to the prince and play, saying that our family and Zhang Yong, Da Yong and others were repeatedly scolded by the late emperor. Now he is being imprisoned, which is really satisfying!"
Chapter completed!