I am immortal in history

Zishi.

The night is dark.

Imperial mausoleum.

In front of the tombstone of Emperor Jianwu, two figures kneeled.

The deposed prince Zhao Xin is in front, and the legitimate son Zhao Zong is half a step behind.

Three kowtows and nine bows are made, and incense is offered.

Xin Zhao gently touched the tombstone and recalled that as the eldest son of his father, he was not even qualified to attend the funeral, so he could only pay his respects secretly in the dead of night.

"Fourth, you are a cold-blooded person!"

I had previously written a letter in blood and sent it to the palace, asking for permission from the new king to see my father off on his last journey, but only four words came.

Feel free to repent!

Zhao Xin's hatred surged, and he dug his fingers at the words on the tablet so hard that his blood vessels bulged, as if he even hated Emperor Jianwu.

"Father knew that someone was instigating, but he didn't remind me..."

Zhao Zong reminded: "Father, the imperial doctor told you not to get angry."

Xin Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "That bullshit imperial doctor was appointed by the Fourth Brother. He wishes that I would die early and take care of him, cough, cough, cough..."

He coughed violently a few times and continued.

"But it doesn't matter if I'm dead, I've been dead a long time ago. Since I came to this imperial mausoleum and been with ghosts, am I just a dead person?"

Zhao Zong was silent. His father could eat and drink before, but since he heard that the emperor had passed away, he had problems with his mind.

From time to time, he muttered curses, and when he got angry, he cursed at the sky and the earth. He even cursed in his sleep while talking in his sleep.

"Zong'er, you have to remember..."

Xin Zhao held his son's shoulders and stared with red eyes.

"We are the orthodox people of Daqian. We must regain the throne in the future. It belongs to our branch. When the time comes, we will dig out all those thieves from the imperial mausoleum!"

Zhao Zong did not dare to refute: "My son, I remember."

"We must do it, otherwise I will die with my eyes open!"

After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he slammed into the tombstone of Emperor Jianwu, and his head was covered with blood with a bang.

Zhao Zong screamed: "Dad!"

Seeing this, the Imperial Guards who were watching nearby rushed out and ran towards Si'en Palace carrying Zhao Xin, regardless of hiding in the dark.

Later in the night.

The imperial doctor failed to treat him, and Xin Zhao died.

A few days later.

The palace servants came to the imperial mausoleum and read out the orthodox emperor's decree.

The general idea is to mourn Zhao Xin, remember the brotherhood of the past, pardon his children's crimes, demote them to common people, and return them to the people.

…

Orthodox year.

Jingcheng Chun has a short neck.

January and February passed in a blink of an eye.

The mortuary was empty, not a single corpse.

It seems that after His Majesty ascended the throne, the country and the people were at peace instantly, everyone abided by the law, and even the homeless people on the streets would not starve to death or freeze to death.

"Under normal circumstances, after the founding of the country, it is likely to be a prosperous age!"

Li Pingan does not believe in human rule, but respects the laws of history. The second, third, and fourth generations of emperors in the feudal dynasty are likely to have a prosperous period.

As long as you don't mess around, the country's strength will naturally prosper.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Brother Ping'an, come to collect the mats."

A burst of shouting interrupted Li Ping'an's thoughts, he put the Hunyuan Gong in his arms and opened the door.

Outside the door was a young jailer, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, pushing a trolley with a huff.

Li Ping'an said happily: "The Tianlao is open?"

The jailer nodded and said: "Yang Siyuan said that yesterday your Majesty punished the Minister of Civil Affairs, so the Yamen case no longer needs to be suppressed."

The emperor must be the first in everything.

During the Zhengtong years, His Majesty did not solve the case, and all the following cases were suppressed. It is true that he has taken the art of flattering to a very advanced level.

Li Ping'an touched a silver bean and stuffed it into the jailer's hand smoothly.

"My little brother looks strange. He has been in prison for a long time?"

"My name is Zhong Er, and I take over from my father's class."

Zhong Er secretly pinched the silver bean and was filled with joy: "Brother Ping'an, Uncle Shi has been promoted to chief sergeant. From now on, I will deliver the corpses of prisoners."

"I have time to set the table for wine. Congratulations to my third uncle."

Li Ping'an picked up the mat with one hand, looked at the corpse, and asked curiously: "What crime did this guy commit?"

“Drinking during national mourning.”

This is a crime of great disrespect and is usually punished by exile in southern Xinjiang. However, to show their loyalty, Tianlao officials often make prisoners commit suicide in shame.

Li Ping'an was secretly thankful that he had been hungry for more than half a month and had resisted the urge to eat meat several times.

"Wherever you live, you must abide by the rules there!"

When this corpse entered the morgue, it was like a switch was turned on, and there were homeless people freezing to death and starving to death on the streets.

Li Ping'an stood at the door with his hands folded, looking at the busy traffic and noisy people on the street.

Just like during the Jianwu years, nothing has changed.

…

Late February.

Shen Shi.

Next court.

The officials came out from the side door of the palace and said goodbye to their colleagues.

The servant, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly came forward to greet his master and handed him warm food.

The young officials could still resist their hunger and chew slowly, while the old ones were already dizzy from hunger and hurriedly ate cakes and drank water to regain their strength.

During the Jianwu period, all officials went to court at noon.

After the orthodox emperor ascended the throne, all major and minor matters were discussed in the court, and even the county government officials were involved in the appointment and dismissal of personnel.

His Majesty is diligent and the officials have no reason to admonish him, so he often goes to court in the evening.

From Mao Shi to Shen Shi, for more than ten hours, he not only had to stand, but also listened and answered attentively. The old official couldn't bear it.

Just two months after the change of Yuan Dynasty, some old ministers had already written letters begging for the bones.

If you continue like this, you will lose your life, so why talk about power?

The sun sets.

The afterglow enveloped the entire palace.

Two officials came out last, one old and one young, namely Prime Minister Cai and Su Mingyuan. According to the rules, the latter took a step behind to show respect.

At this time.

Eunuch Kang took small steps and caught up with the two of them.

"Master Su, His Majesty is waiting for you at the Yangxin Palace. Please follow me to see you."

"According to the order."

Su Mingyuan accepted the order and bowed to Prime Minister Cai before leaving.

"Master Su, go quickly. Don't keep your Majesty waiting."

Prime Minister Cai waved his hands with a smile, his face full of kindness, but a cold look flashed in his eyes.

As the saying goes, hold a general meeting for small things and a small meeting for big things. All the decisions made in the court are trivial. The big things that really affect the direction of the country are decided by small circles.

Now, the dignified prime minister is outside the small circle!

Prime Minister Cai's family knows his own affairs, so the position of Prime Minister is in name only, while Su Mingyuan, the Minister of Rites, is His Majesty's confidant.

"Hmph... I can't do good things, but it's easy to do bad things to you!"

Since His Majesty wants to use himself to suppress Su Mingyuan, he will simply use tricks to let the officials know that I am not only good at flattering.

Su Mingyuan didn't know what Prime Minister Cai was thinking, and even if he knew it, he didn't care. There were many ways to suppress him to death, and followed Eunuch Kang all the way to the Yangxin Hall.

The Zhengtong Emperor was having a meal, which was not as extravagant as the previous Emperor's. It was a simple meal of four dishes and one soup.

"Dine together, my love."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Su Mingyuan sat down halfway, picked up a few grains of rice and ate them. The toad energy in the back of the stomach decomposed instantly, and wisps of heat flowed in the abdomen.

"This rice?"

"Dragon blood rice."

Emperor Zhengtong said: "Eating food can strengthen the body and prolong life."

Su Mingyuan quickly stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"

Take a closer look at the four dishes. On the surface, they are simple stir-fries, but the ingredients used are unknown. They are obviously some kind of strange things.

"It seems frugal, but in fact, it is even more extravagant than the late emperor."

Su Mingyuan's mind was spinning. He didn't care about the Zhengtong Emperor's frugality or waste, but instead took note of this duplicitous character.

"My beloved is my arm, a little food is nothing."

The Zhengtong Emperor didn't care about the rule of not saying anything while eating, and said while eating: "Spring is coming, this is my first time since I came to the throne. Is there any way to balance the admission?"

"My minister, I suggest that the rankings be divided between the north and the south."

Su Mingyuan took out the memorial from his sleeve: "With the Chiyang River as the line between the north and the south, the scholars from the north and the south will be evaluated separately, and twenty-five people will be admitted each."

"The ranking... is good, it coincides with me!"

The orthodox emperor nodded repeatedly. The method he thought of was to let northern officials review the papers and operate behind the scenes to balance the scholars from the north and the south. This was far less fair and useful than the ranking list.

"This year's scientific examination will still be hosted by Aiqing."

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Su Mingyuan serves as the examiner, and all the scholars admitted this year must accept his kindness and be honored as a master.

In the future, when scholars enter the court and serve as officials, their disciples will be spread throughout the six tribes, and cliques will naturally form.

The Zhengtong Emperor waved his hand, and the maid in the palace bowed and stepped back, saying, "Su Aiqing, in recent days, the Queen Mother has repeatedly summoned Prince Rui and Prince Xian."

The Queen Mother is the former Empress Cui, and Prince Rui and Xian are the former second and third princes.

Su Mingyuan frowned and said, "It is filial piety to pay a visit to the Queen Mother. Your Majesty cannot stop it directly."

The orthodox emperor nodded slightly. This was the difficult part. The two princes made no mistakes and even demonstrated royal filial piety. It was difficult to deal with it without tearing apart the skin.

Maybe the two of them didn't have bad intentions, but the Orthodox Emperor disliked them as an eyesore.

Su Mingyuan pondered for a moment and said: "Your Majesty chose two fiefdoms and asked the two princes to join them. Then they wrote letters back to the palace, saying that they missed the Queen Mother and became ill..."

It doesn't matter whether you wrote a letter or whether you became ill or not. This is a matter for the world to see.

The orthodox emperor could have used filial piety as an excuse to let the queen mother go to the two princes' fiefdom, away from the capital palace, and then she could do whatever she wanted.

"Su Aiqing thinks where is the appropriate place to choose a fiefdom?"

"Northern Xinjiang."

"No, go to the south."

The Zhengtong Emperor took a sip of Dragon Tiger Soup and looked happy. He was happy to have solved the two princes, and he was also happy that Su Mingyuan had better means.

The mother clan of the two princes is the Cui family. If they go to the southern fiefdom, they will inevitably mix with the aristocratic family.

After the incident, there was a legitimate reason to take it.

Su Mingyuan frowned, as if he couldn't figure out the reason.

In fact, he knew His Majesty's cold character and deliberately left opportunities for him to show off. The minister did everything he could, and his death was not far away!