Three days later, the examiner who was named by the saint received the decree, and with his luggage was escorted into the tribute courtyard by the forbidden army. Learning of the news that the examiners had locked the courtyard, the lifers who came to the capital to catch the exams also seemed to feel the tension of time, and the people in the restaurants and teahouses suddenly became much less.
This day after the court, Gu Yuanbai will be the Ministry of Public Works, the Ministry of Household and the Ministry of Rites, Chu Xun called to the Xuanzheng Hall in the middle of the side of the hall to discuss the matter.
He will be that day to speak in Chu Wei listen to the Yellow River to cure the disease of the article took to the three of them, let the three of them slowly see, their own end of a cup of tea slowly drink up.
Secretary of the Ministry of the household was the first to finish reading, he hesitated: "Your Majesty, I have never seen such a subtle way to cure the disease, if you want to implement it may really have a miraculous effect ...... but the national treasury ...... "
And the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Rites Langzhong two people have been completely immersed in the article, face heavy, hidden excitement.
"Your Majesty!" The Minister of Public Works could not hide the surprise in his heart, "Who came up with this method? This person is a great talent, I want to meet him!"
Gu Yuanbai laughed, "Then you won't be able to see it."
This method of curing the disease was not thought up by a single person, but by millions of descendants, who got the method in the midst of countless floods during the flood season.
It's the most reliable method in the grand scheme of things in ancient times.
The Minister of Public Works looked regretful and muttered, "Pity, pity."
At this time, Chu Da talent has just finished reading this article, he looked at the side of the thought, the expression occasionally grave occasionally with a smile, after reading could not help but say: "Your Holiness, this method is feasible!"
Gu Yuanbai smiled and asked, "Does Lord Chu also think it's feasible?"
Lord Chu has always been rigorous, but at this time, he boldly nodded, "If it is implemented one by one according to the content stated above, I think it is feasible."
The Minister of the Household was anxious, ''Your Holiness! Spring sowing is about to begin, the examination will also cost silver, the tribute courtyard is being renovated. His Majesty's mausoleum has also been selected site, this year will begin construction. More than that, the munitions spent by His Majesty's army are even more numerous, and cannot be stopped daily. If the river is to be repaired, the national treasury cannot turn over."
The king was born to start building the mausoleum at the beginning of his succession, but although Gu Yuanbai succeeded to the throne early, but the power fell away, and only now just want to start building the mausoleum, it is even more anxious.
Gu Yuanbai smiled at him reassuringly, "I understand."
"Governance of the world, always inseparable from money," Gu Yuanbai unhurriedly said, "as long as there is money, in order to build roads, in order to buy horses, in order to train troops ...... I have not decided to now start to govern the Yellow River flooding. The Yellow River flooding is divided into spring flood and summer flood, spring flood for March and April, summer flood is six to October, I will all the adults called over, it is wanted to jointly negotiate the spring flood."
The Minister of Works was puzzled, "Your Holiness, there were no Yellow River floods in previous years, so why are you so concerned this year?"
Gu Yuanbai sniffed and placed the teacup in his hand on the table, making a clunking sound: "I also want to know why no one has come to inform the court when it has been raining for half a month in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River?"
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The two Shangshu and one Langzhong's knees went weak and flopped to the ground.
Gu Yuanbai kept quiet, letting them kneel on their own, guessing over and over in the quiet, pin-drop silence, until a fine sweat broke out on the tops of their heads from their own guesses, before Gu Yuanbai said, "Get up."
Daheng dynasty has no prime minister, six ministries directly in the hands of the emperor, there is no cabinet, but set up the Privy Council and the Hall of Government, the Privy Council to manage military affairs, the Hall of Government to control the political affairs, is also directly in the hands of the emperor.
When the imperial power is so grand, it is surprising that someone would hide it from the public, and how those local people have so much guts!
And how did His Holiness know about the rainy season on the Yellow River, thousands of miles away?
The deeper the three ministers thought, the more fearful they became. They stood up softly, not daring to say a word more.
"Chu Qing," Gu Yuanbai eased the tone, "I know that you know quite a bit about water management, this time there is not much time, I set you as a pacifier, sent you to the defense of the Yellow River spring floods, I do not require much, as long as this small flood season can not be a big disaster, Chu Qing, you can be willing to go to the Yellow River? "
Chu Xun did not hesitate to kneel down again as he said in a loud voice, "I will certainly do my best to not dishonor my mission!"
Gu Yuanbai walked out from behind the table, personally help him up, "this time to go, I have a matter of trust, Chu Qing to help me to find out who is hiding not to report! Those local officials with Chu Qing to check, do not be afraid of them, I do for you. If there is trouble, I allow the local Governor to help with troops."
Lord Chu was so moved that his eyes contained light, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will do my best."
Gu Yuanbai also looked to the Ministry of households with the Ministry of Public Works: "The Ministry of Public Works and then point of good water treatment of more than ten people to accompany Chu Qing went, your two departments to fully support this matter, do not slack off."
"Yes."
*
From the Xuanzheng Hall walked out of the three people wiped the sweat on their heads, all of them flowed a back of cold sweat.
Household Minister and Ministry of Industry Minister congratulated Chu Xun, Chu Xun hastened to return the salute, and request: "two adults, the Holy Spirit now on my expectations, the Yellow River for half a consecutive month of rain but no one reported to the court of the matter please two adults do not tell others, I'm afraid that it will hit the grass to scare the snakes."
Lord Chu is suspecting collusion between local and capital officials, the Minister of the Household and the Minister of the Ministry of Public Works quickly nodded their heads, ''Lord Chu don't worry about it, even if you don't say it, we won't dare to say it to the public. The Holy Spirit's meaning is clear, our two ministries will cooperate well. Chu adults do a good job, but also pay attention to safety. Waiting for you to come back, the test is also going to be out of the results, Chu's son's learning has always been outstanding, it is not likely that by the time the double happiness, your father and son both should be promoted to the promotion of the official, the official to do the official."
Chu Xun hastened to modestly say a few words, and the three of them talked and laughed their way out of the big house.
Inside the temple.
Tian Fusheng served the boiled medicine after the ministers left, the blackened medicine was even more bitter within the white porcelain bowl, Gu Yuanbai looked at it and picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one go.
People who drank too much medicine didn't feel the bitterness, Gu Yuanbai drank a few more mouthfuls of tea to remove the taste of medicine from his mouth, put on his cloak, and walked out of the Xuanzheng Hall.
There's already a thick layer of snow outside.
The ground was cleared of snow, but there was still a palmful of snow on the trees and grass.
Gu Yuanbai sucked in a few mouthfuls of the biting air and his heart followed suit, he walked towards the tree and balled up a ball of snow with his hands, but in a moment's time, his pampered hands were frozen.
The head of the guards hurriedly ran away to bring a pair of leather gloves, Gu Yuanbai laughed: "I just touch the snow, see what kind of hurry you've become."
The head of the guards made a rare face, "Your Holiness, throw the snow away."
"Fine, fine," Gu Yuanbai threw the snow and stretched both his hands out in front of the head guard, helpless, "You guys are always too careful."
The head guard carefully held Gu Yuanbai's fingertips, meticulously holding a handkerchief to wipe off the wet water and snow clumps from His Holiness' palms. The saint's skin is delicate, only ice and snow in the hands for a few moments of time, the fingertips of each of the ten fingers have been flooded with a tantalizing pink color.
The palm was delicate, and the veins had to be melted into the soft skin, and it had to take the head of the guards to be careful and more careful not to leave a red mark of the rubbing on His Holiness's hand.
No wonder others fine him, it's really that Gu Yuanbai can't get away from the careful service of others in this body.
When the snow was gone from his palms, the head guard respectfully released His Holiness's hands, then meticulously unfolded and put on the leather gloves, the brown ones covering the white glistening surface of his hands and stretching all the way under his sleeves.
Gu Yuanbai raised his hand and gently sniffed the glove, it was handled cleanly, only the aroma that had been smoked into the flavor, he nodded and smiled, "Come with me to take a look at the snowy scenery."
But when he was enjoying the scenery, the guards were muffled and wouldn't speak, so Gu Yuanbai felt that he was looking for the wrong person. He thought and thought, and thought of the opinionated talent he'd had his eye on that day.
It seems to be called Chang Yuyan?
*
In the residence of the Young Secretary of the Da Lisi.
Chang Yuyan was in the middle of composing an essay when he suddenly heard a loud noise outside his study, he frowned and suppressed his anger at being disturbed, opening the door with quick steps, "What are you doing?!"
His father's sidekick was hurriedly bringing someone this way, and when he saw him open the door he first raised his voice and shouted, "Young master! The saint invites you to accompany him to the palace!"
Chang Yuyan's hand holding the door shook, "What?"
The people from the palace were still following behind, the boy was anxious and took the lead to run over, urging, "Young master quickly change your clothes, the saint asked you to go into the palace to enjoy the snow!"
Chang Yuyan swallowed his saliva, he only felt flustered and surprised, he hurriedly wanted to turn around and change his clothes, the person from the palace also followed closely and slowly, seeing this he was busy to speak out to stop: "Chang gongzi don't need to bother, this one will not make any mistakes, first follow the little one into the palace together, so as not to let the sheng shi wait too long."
Chang Yuyan was ashamed, "I smell like ink."
"It's not a problem," the man in the palace said sharply, "Mr. Chang doesn't need to worry, the saint won't blame you for this."
It's not a matter of blame or no blame, it's a matter of how he looks in the eyes of His Holiness.
Chang Yuyan heart complex thousands, but in the end still by the saint summoned the joy prevailed, he discarded the entanglement, was about to leave with the palace people, but suddenly remembered something, hurried back to the study, took a book rolled in the sleeve and then re-go out.
The palace sent a carriage, Chang Yuyin got on the carriage, half feel a little stuffy, he raised his hand and touched his face, only to realize that he didn't know when his face had been burned up.
Chang Yuyan had not actually held His Holiness in such high esteem earlier.
Xue Yuan is a wolf dog son, Chang Yuyin can play with him, nature is mixed with indulgence, he dared to write those offending the powerful and noble thirteen poems, not because he is angry about it, nor is he worried about the country. He dared to write those thirteen poems that offended the powerful and wealthy, not because he was angry about it, nor because he was worried about the country and the people, but because he wanted to go against his father.
Chang Yuyan wrote a poem is worried about the world's lives, but he is content to enjoy the wine and food, silk, Xue Yuan and he is the same as a raccoon, rotten to the point of stinking inside, face and give themselves a face of gold and jade outside.
Fame is something that is sometimes more useful to the literati than power and money, and sometimes it can even save their lives.
The time of the examination system, the literati want to be an official need to create their own reputation, "Crouching Ice Carp", "Kong Rong let the pear" is the literati family behind the dissemination of the results of the spread of the far and wide, this is not necessary to talk about the unspoken rules of the scholars among the people. Chang Yuyan's family until his crown also did not give him to proclaim reputation, Chang Yuyan had to come on their own.
Being able to use this to get the hands of the powerful to relegate his father was also nothing bad for Chang Yuyan.
It could be imagined that this time, when the saint declared him to accompany him to the palace, it must also be his reputation that played a big role. Chang Yuyan spat at himself while feeling grateful.
If he didn't have a reputation, maybe the saint would never look at him.
The palace attendant drove the carriage on the road clattering, after the snow everyone in the capital shrank in their homes, Chang Yuyan's brain was feverish, he lowered his head and organized himself several times, he felt that he was still covered in the smell of ink, how could he go to meet the saint with this appearance?
Chang Yuyan moved to the window of the car, opened the window door to blow some cold air in order to calm down, and so on, after a good deal of calming down, Chang Yuyan suddenly saw the son of the Minister of the Ministry of the Interior, Tang Mian, and the Marquis of Pingchang's son, Li Yan's figure flashed past the entrance of the alley.
One is the son of an important minister and the other is the son of a nobleman, even if they are close in the academy, they should avoid suspicion when they are outside, right?
And if there is no mistake ...... Chang Yuyan narrowed his eyes, but unfortunately, the carriage swung by, he only hurriedly looked at it, but if there is no mistake, the two of them are holding in their hands, it should be two paintings?
*
Gu Yuanbai watched as he walked, and after putting on his leather gloves, there was no one to stop him from touching the snow.
Chang Yuyan over, the saint is letting people carry a jar, they are careful to the plum blossom on the thick snow swept down in the jar. Snow falls on top of the plum blossoms, after a night of brewing, the snow is also contaminated with the fragrance of the plum blossoms, wait until the snow melts and then used to make tea, it will have a different flavor.
Chang Yuyan stepped forward and bowed, nervously saying, "My boy pays his respects to His Holiness."
"No need to be polite," the saint put down the work at hand and personally assisted Chang Yuyan's arms, "the last time I saw you you were so formal, today I called you here to enjoy the snow, there is no need to be so nervous."
As soon as Gu Yuanbai took hold of Chang Yuyan's arm, he felt his skin tighten up under his clothes and dumbly laughed, "Am I really that scary?"
Chang Yuyan's face heated up and quietly raised her eyes to look.
Gu Yuanbai had smiled and led him onward, the guards following five paces behind as the palace maids took over the jars and continued to collect the spring snow under the plum blossoms.
On weekdays, Gu Yuanbai will not go to wear a dragon robe, he wears are regular clothes, regular clothes edge low-profile embroidered with dark patterns, in the walking seems to have a swimming dragon climbing.
The green silk that fell behind her was interspersed with a few petals of snow-stained plum blossoms, and Chang Yuyan saw it and looked at it several more times, but was too embarrassed to speak up to remind her.
After strolling through the snowy scenery of the palace, Chang Yuyan was left to have dinner by the saint. After the end of the meal, seeing that it is about to go, Chang Yuyin drummed up the courage, from the sleeve out of the book of poetry, spare this moment, he also can not help but sigh his thick skin, "Your Holiness, this is the kid recently sorted out the collection of poems, taken from the past is still into the eyes of the poems, as well as since the last time after the return of the garden tour, if your Holiness do not dislike, the small want to dedicate this to the Holy Spirit. "
A thin book of poems, this should still be the original manuscript, with little folds crumpled up.
Gu Yuanbai was also extremely interested in the new poem of this talented person who had the potential to be a public opinion talent, if it was a masterpiece, then he believed that it would definitely spread throughout the capital very soon.
The leather gloves from earlier had been removed before the meal, and Gu Yuanbai smiled as he flipped through the book of poems, casually looking at it twice as his smile deepened.
In contrast to the thirteen poems he had written earlier to satirize the powerful, this one appealed to his tastes as a ruler.
Gu Yuanbai handed the book of poems to Tian Fusheng and put it away, then suddenly remembered something and smiled narrowly, "Yuyan and General Xue's family's eldest son should be close friends?"
Chang Yuyan was unsure and nodded cautiously, "Yes."
Gu Yuanbai slowly said, "A few days ago, I heard that Xue Jiuyao was injured in both knees, does Yuyan know about this?"
Jiu Yao is Xue Yuan's character.
Chang Yuyan froze, what?
Looking at his expression of not knowing anything, Gu Yuanbai raised his eyebrows and leisurely smiled, "When Yuyan is out of the palace, why don't you go to the Xue Mansion and take a look. Then speak to General Xue and Xue Jiuyao for me, and if they need it, I can send the imperial physician from the palace to Xue Mansion to treat them."
The saint was slow and methodical: "After all, he is the son of my beloved minister, the future general of Daheng, if anything happens to him, it would truly be a loss for Daheng."
Author's Note: Xue Yuan: Thanks for the invitation, people sit at home, love enemies come from the sky.