Gu Yuanbai's handling of the Royal Historian and the King of Qi was handled very quickly, to the point that those local officials who were so bold as to dare to withhold information and not report it had not arrived in the capital before they were saddled with a charge of embezzlement and collusion with the capital's officials.
It should be said that they would have been guilty of this crime, only Chu Xun did not meet Gu Yuanbai's expectations, he was scared by those several life-threatening crises, did not dare to pull out the evidence of these people's embezzlement, in that case, Gu Yuanbai had to do it himself.
The middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River is exactly the area of Shandong, Henan, these corrupt officials will be the emperor's disaster relief to repair the money of the river also dared to embezzle, not to mention the various savings around the large grain silos, meat warehouses weapons warehouses, etc., and do not know what kind of inside by these assholes to get.
As soon as these magistrates were sent to the capital, they were directly sent to the dungeon by Gu Yuanbai.
His hands about their evidence can be not at all a lot of things, these things are sent to the relevant institutions, let the Da Lisi one by one to try. To their mouths ate how much of the people's fat and cream, bribed how many things, to one by one to find out. As for other people who collude with these officials, deeper people, he checked just shallow.
Scare the hell out of these people hiding in the depths and give them a chance to give him back all this embezzlement.
Gu Yuanbai doesn't need to know how many assholes there are up and down the country, he only needs these assholes to give the things they ate and then secretly spit them out, as long as they spit them out before he realizes it, and before he fights corruption, Gu Yuanbai can turn a blind eye to it.
First clean the imperial historian, have a record of corruption are thrown to the Da Lisi, clean to stay, and then go in a number of new manpower. Chu Wei body has the imperial history of that shaft strength and arrogance, put him also put inside to grind temperament.
And then there's Chu Xun, who's also getting a promotion.
And those who dared to speak up for the King of Qi during the morning court, they would be transferred from the capital to the local area, be erased as capital officials to fill in the gaps, and then begin to take on the anti-corruption actions that would come from His Majesty afterward.
Didn't you dare take money from the clan to speak for the clan?
Then get the hell out of the Political Rights Center for good.
One piece of business to deal with, the political affairs hall and the Privy Council of the two houses are busy dizzy, the entire court who dared not breathe loudly. Gu Yuanbai was also working much longer hours, and when he came back to his senses, it happened to be the day that the Royal Historian was copied and exiled.
On this day, Gu Yuanbai left all his political affairs behind and took his personal guard, Xue Yuan, and the others, out of the palace in micro-suits to see the scene of the exile of the royal historian.
A long line of people in a terrible state of distress, the foremost of which is the Imperial Secretary, his face emaciated, his eyes empty, without the slightest hope of life.
Bloodshot eyes, dry and cracked lips, clad in prison garments.
The people standing on either side of them cursed at the men, and rotten vegetables and leaves were thrown towards the infamous men, their faces full of great joy and indignation.
"It is this man who supervises and steals! It is he who is corrupt and colludes with the magistrates to exploit the people!"
"It's so bad! It's a pussy officer!"
Feng Chengzhi, who is no longer a royal historian ...... no, is no longer a royal historian, listened to the abuse all the way, and all of a sudden felt that the saint let him carry the charge of corruption, did not let him die, and let him have the present situation, not because of the saint s mercy.
His Holiness is not that merciful.
This is worse than death.
Feng Chengzhi looked up at the restaurants and teahouses on both sides, at the people who were looking at him with disgust, the rotten vegetable leaves in their hands smashing against their heads, their disgusting and disgusted gazes like they were looking at some kind of unforgivable bastard.
Assholes indeed ......
Feng Chengzhi had survived for more than ten years in the Imperial Historical Office before he sat in the position of the middle minister of the Imperial Historical Office, and he naturally knew how great the consequences would be if he was an official of the Imperial Historical Office and supervised the theft of money.
He also seldom accepts gifts, because once he finds out, it is to be scorned by ten thousand people, and it is even more disgusting than the usual corruption of officials.
And he really wasn't corrupt.
But His Holiness said there was, and he said there was with his own mouth, and that is a sin for the ages.
This street where the gold list boasted of officials several years ago had now become a place where he was being laughed at again. At that time, the people on the street and the students who had failed in the examination, how envious and jealous they looked at him, now how disgusted and gloating they had become.
Gu Yuanbai, dressed in his regular clothes, hid himself in a low profile among the layers of people, his eyes calmly looking at this group of sinful ministers and their families who had been spurned by all the people.
In this group, there were tender and innocent women, and young and pitiful children, who were either tearful or disturbed and ignorant of the nightmarish future that awaited them. In ancient times, crimes, especially big crimes, were committed on a family basis.
The bigger the opportunity, the higher the price to pay, but there are always people who think they don't have to pay to get what they want.
Gu Yuanbai felt quite ruthless.
At this time, he looked at these innocent people who were implicated, and had only regret and pity in his heart, and he looked at the royal historian who was being cursed by the people, and his heart was at peace.
There's always a price to pay for doing something wrong, and since the Royal Historian has gotten on the Qi King's boat, he should also be prepared to have his boat lifted by Gu Yuanbai.
Surrounded by not only the commoners of the populace, but also the impassioned readers, they cursed at the corrupt and perverted imperial minister, the veins on their necks were hideously emerging, and they had to hold back their red faces with a single question.
Some people also made poems on the spot to mock, and once the limerick was made, everyone around them applauded and applauded.
That's the reality, and in time, that becomes history.
Only when the Imperial Secretary was taken far away did Gu Yuanbai turn around, the people around him escorted him out of the crowd, and once the dense crowd left, the air was better.
Outside is also surrounded by many scattered standing in Confucian robes of the readers, midday sun, Gu Yuanbai toward the two sides of the teahouse look, said: "Let's go, first find a cool place."
Even under the sunlight, Gu Yuanbai's face was still white, and the slight fine sweat on his forehead was as clean as beads. The long hair that was bundled up slid down from the side of his shoulders to his body, looking very cool.
Xue Yuan was so hot that he tugged at his collar, and there were two hideous wounds on his neck from being bitten out. Tian Fusheng was beside him, and he hemmed and hawed when he saw the wounds, "Servant Xue, these wounds should be quite painful, right?"
That day Xue Yuan a neck of blood holding the saint back to the palace, because the blood smeared a piece, no one saw what wounds. At this time saw, more will not go to that day to think.
Xue Yuan raised an eyebrow, his afterglow slashed through the saint's body, touched the wound, and said meaningfully, "It's quite painful, and the teeth of the person who bit it are very sharp."
Tian Fusheng laughed again, squeezing his eyebrows, "I haven't seen Mr. Xue get angry even with such sharp teeth biting so deeply."
"How angry?" Xue Yuan said in a seemingly genuine manner, "Temperamental."
Gu Yuanbai turned his head to look at them, "What are they chatting about?"
Xue Yuan smiled slightly, "Chatting about the wound on the minister's neck."
Gu Yuanbai couldn't help but glance at his neck, two teeth marks across his neck, one on the left and one on the right, the wounds were bitten deep and hard, and if an unknown person saw it, he might sigh in his heart at how loose Xue Yuan was last night.
Gu Yuanbai said with a stern face, "Oh? What did Servant Xue do to his wound?"
Servant Xue followed suit and pretended, "Naturally, it has nothing to do with His Holiness."
Tian Fusheng laughed out, amused, "Our Servant Xue is really funny to talk to." That of course had nothing to do with their saint.
Gu Yuanbai pulled back the corners of his mouth, smiled warningly towards Xue Yuan, and walked into a teahouse.
After Gu Yuanbai was seated, Tian Fusheng looked at his sweaty head and personally ran to the teahouse kitchen to see what was available to relieve the heat.
Gu Yuanbai picked up a handkerchief and wiped off his sweat, while Xue Yuan on the side carried a teapot and poured out two cups of tea, handing it to him and smiling, "Do you need me to try the poison first?"
"Drink," Gu Yuanbai said, "finish it."
Xue Yuan picked up the cup and smacked his lips after drinking it, "Hard to drink."
He and the Prince of the same cow drink way, people and the Prince of the drink at least will not talk more than one sentence, Gu Yuanbai did not hold back a snort of laughter, took over the cup and said, "Drink your tea, do not say some spoiler words."
Xue Yuan saw him smile and sip lightly on the celadon cup, moist light on the lips, Xue Yuan a lowered his head, "the saint that cup looks sweet."
Gu Yuanbai lifted his eyelids to look at him, "A pot in a kettle."
Xue Yuan also frowned, he naturally knew that he didn't understand why he felt this way, so he simply stopped talking.
The cool breeze blew in from the window, Gu Yuanbai looked out the window, the people who had gathered earlier had already dispersed, he was about to retract his eyes, but his afterglow caught a glimpse of a figure that looked somewhat familiar.
Gu Yuanbai paused, then fixed his eyes outside, the young man, tall, was Li Yan, the world son of the Marquis of Pingchang.
Li Yan's footsteps were hurried, and there were no subordinates following around him, and he walked all the way to the corner next to the tavern with a hurried look.
Gu Yuanbai calmly sips a mouthful of tea, and after a while, in the same place, he sees Tang Mian, the son of the Minister of the Household and a concubine scholar of the Hanlin Academy.
Tang Mian similarly walked into that alley, only he was a bit more calm compared to Li Yan's haste.
Gu Yuanbai put down his cup and squinted his eyes toward that alleyway. What was in that alleyway that could hook a Marquis Pingchang's son and a son of a second-ranking official to go in, and still so coincidentally go in at the same time period?
Gu Yuanbai raised his chin and asked, "What's in that alley?"
Xue Yuan glanced along, not really interested, and casually said, "Tavern, I guess."
Gu Yuanbai is not in charge of everything, really in charge of everything, if he is the emperor also do not be, tired to death. The party of the two youngsters only aroused a trace of interest in him, and Gu Yuanbai was about to retract his eyes when he saw a carriage slowly coming down the street.
And, coincidentally, the carriage stopped at the mouth of the alley next to the tavern.
Gu Yuanbai: "......"
And who is this?
The Prince of Harmony was dressed in Xuan Clothes, his face was grave as he stepped down from the carriage, and there was a groveling boy by his side, who led the way in the front, leading in the direction of the depths of the alley.
Gu Yuanbai stood up directly and looked meaningfully at that alley, "Let's go, Servant Xue, accompany me to see what treasures are in this alley."
It's amazing how many people can be attracted to the past.
Xue Yuan got up, straightened his robe, and said, "Your Holiness, please."
Gu Yuanbai walked out in front of him, and Xue Yuan then tried to follow, however, his afterglow caught a glimpse of the little emperor's unused half-cup of water on the table, and he picked it up in passing and drank it all in one go.
Spent your silver, don't waste it.
That alley is not big, and the three people who just went in were also low key, Gu Yuanbai let the rest of the guards wait at the teahouse and brought Xue Yuan down to the teahouse alone.
Through the street, walked to the entrance of the alley, Gu Yuanbai originally thought that inside is a residential compound, did not expect to turn in, saw a dyed red paint hanging lanterns on the door, the door beside the flag, written on the book "Hundred Flowers Xiang" three words.
There seemed to be an aroma if anything else, and Gu Yuanbai's nose felt that this place was out of place.
He turned his head sideways and asked Xue Yuan, "What do you think?"
Mad Dog, smell anything yet?
Xue Yuan gave him a strange look, his brows furrowed, "Isn't it just a tavern?"
One out of ten taverns in Daheng can be called "Hundred Flowers".
Gu Yuanbai sighed and walked slowly with Xue Yuan into the Hundred Flower Fragrance. As soon as they entered, a thick scent of wine and flowers came over, this courtyard was extraordinarily large, but decorated with red veils and light manes, quite a mood.
A dozen or so coquettishly smiling beautiful men in the middle of the courtyard were sparsely scattered everywhere accompanying their honored guests to enjoy the flowers and the scenery, Gu Yuanbai looked around and looked at the man with a face full of powder who was walking towards him head-on, and the corner of his mouth stiffened with a tug.
Oh, this turns out to be that rumored South Wind Pavilion.
The Daheng Dynasty, on the other hand, expressly prohibits government officials from harboring prostitutes.
Gu Yuanbai looked into the building, revealing an arc that seemed like a smile, another court official, another South Wind Pavilion, how could he not remember that the Prince of Harmony liked men?