Unparalleled Concubine

   Chapter 275 The Emperor in the Palace

  Things really got big.

   This incident spread throughout the entire court in a short period of time, and in only half a day, most of the officials in the court knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had killed a censor with an official body in the prison of Dali Temple.

In this way, it is not only the students from the Imperial Censorship who are arguing with the students of the Imperial College, but the civil servants in the entire court are somewhat unhappy. Not being punished is one of the most important privileges of these people, and it is also the civil servants. One of the most important privileges.

  You can put them out of office and then punish them, but you can't punish those with official status. Although this is only a formality, it is very important for civil officials.

   Punishment should not be a scholar-officer, at least not easily.

  The Dali temple minister was very strict, went to the Shangshutai in person, and found Zuo Pushe Zhang Qu.

   This Dali Siqing, one of the nine great ministers, gave Zhang Qu a big gift with a wry smile on his face.

   "Master Haoran, save the official!"

   Zhang Qu put down the brush in his hand, looked up at Yan Shouzhuo, and his voice was angry.

"Those censors haven't been convicted, how can Dali Temple punish them? Even if there is an order from the prince, Dali Temple should stop them! You want the old man to save you, the old man will not submit a letter to you. Not bad!"

  In addition to the people from the Censor's desk who can hear about the incident and don't give evidence in the complaint, other officials who submit a letter of impeachment must have certain true and factual evidence, otherwise it is a false accusation, and the guilt will be repudiated.

   A sectarian like Zhang Qu, who sent a letter to the ginseng, basically has one reference and one standard.

Yan Shouzhuo bowed his head and smiled bitterly: "God Haoran, go down and ask, none of my people from Dali Temple did anything last night, it was the people from the East Palace who took the sign of His Royal Highness the Prince and wanted to execute the sentence in the prison. Hall, how dare Dali Temple disobey him?"

   "Now the Dali Temple is surrounded by the censor's family and some unidentified living members. If this riot continues, the majesty of the national law will disappear!"

   Zhang Qu patted the table angrily upon hearing this.

   "The power of punishment is only possessed by the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple and Jingzhao Mansion. Even if His Majesty wants to bring people to trial, he also has to pass through these yamen. Why would the people in his East Palace dare to privately set up a prison!"

  In ancient times, there was still a more rigorous process for lawsuits.

Except for local officials like Jingzhao Mansion, which have the power to prosecute prisons, there are only three judicial divisions in Beijing who have the right to interrogate prisons. The general process is that after the Ministry of Criminal Justice has finished the trial, the case file is handed over to Dali Temple for review, while the Censor Terrace only has the power to interrogate the prison. Quan has no right to review, so there are only two yamen in the three or three judicial divisions who can interrogate the prison.

   The Ministry of Punishment generally reviews the case files handed over from various places, and the Dali Temple mainly targets officials who commit more crimes.

   Dali Temple's head bowed his hands and said: "My Dali Temple is innocent of this matter, and it is a glorious public view."

   Zhang Qu stood up from his seat and took a few deep breaths.

   "You wait here, the old man goes to see His Majesty!"

   Strictly and respectfully nodded.

   After this Haoran Gong left the Shangshu Desk, he walked directly in the direction of Changle Palace.

  ………………

  Changle Palace.

   Since the last time the emperor of Chengde issued the imperial edict, he never walked out of Changle Palace and never saw anyone again, as if he really entrusted all state affairs to the crown prince.

   At this time, the emperor of Chengde was sitting next to the torch, drinking a bowl of soup while heating the fire. After the soup was eaten, His Majesty the Emperor frowned slightly.

   "This medicine is getting more and more bitter every day."

  The **** Chen Ju waited on the side, and sighed inwardly when he heard this.

   The prescription for the past few days has not changed a single cent.

   A smile appeared on his face, and he lowered his head and said, "Tomorrow, the old slave will ask those imperial doctors to adjust the recipe."

   "That's it."

  The Emperor shook his head and said, "This recipe was written by a dozen or so doctors in the Imperial Hospital with trepidation. If they were asked to change it at this time, they would not dare to change it for a while."

  It is not difficult to be a doctor in this era. It is your ability to be cured. If it is not cured, God will accept people, and you cannot blame the doctor.

   But being an imperial physician is different.

Especially when treating the emperor, it is your duty to cure, and if you can't cure you, you will die together. Therefore, when giving medicine to the emperor, the imperial physicians try to use some mild medicine, and dare not take it. Heavy medicine.

   At present, this prescription of the emperor of Chengde is made by more than a dozen imperial physicians together with one medicine and one medicine, and slowly grinds it out.

   After the emperor finished drinking the medicine, he kept the hand warmer beside him and asked in a slow voice, "How long has the prince been in custody of the country?"

   The **** bowed his head and said, "It should be seven or eight days."

  The emperor squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's rare, there has been no accident for so long, I was underestimating him before."

  Chen Ju lowered his head and smiled: "His Royal Highness has several slaughter assistants, as long as you are humble, you will never be at fault."

   "He can't."

  The emperor put down the hand warmer in his hand and coughed: "Among my dozen or so sons, the eldest is the least able to become an emperor. As long as he is a little better, I will not hesitate to be the prince until now."

   Standing up as a direct descendant and standing up as a leader has always been the strictest patriarchal rule. If the eldest prince has a little bit of skill, even if he is mediocre, as long as he can keep this state, the emperor of Chengde will grit his teeth and admit it.

   After all, etiquette is the most powerful tool for the emperor to rule the world. As long as everyone follows the order of the top and bottom, and there are other etiquettes for the old and the young, the country will not be easy forever.

  The royal family, of course, must take the lead in abiding by the etiquette.

   But the eldest prince is really incompetent, the emperor has been indecisive for so many years.

   Having said this, the emperor of Chengde shook his head: "But I also gave him a chance. If he has the ability to keep the title of the prince, I will not force him. If he can't keep it, he can't blame me."

  Chen Ju lowered his head and sighed: "Your Majesty is merciful."

   "I am not merciful at all."

  The emperor smiled: "If I let him go, he can live in peace and quiet for a lifetime. Now I have pushed him to the position of the prince. Once he falls, it is unlikely to save his life."

   Having said this, the emperor of Chengde narrowed his eyes and sighed slowly: "If Lao Qi wins, he may not die..."

   After the emperor muttered to himself, he turned to look at Chen Ju: "What is Li Shen doing recently?"

  Chen Ju lowered his head and said, "Since the last time he was smashed by His Majesty, Li Shen has been unable to get sick and hid in the Marquis of Pingnan's mansion without coming out."

   "Take good care of him, don't let him sneak out of the capital."

  Chen Ju bent over and said, "Old slave knows that the people in Tianmu prison have not moved away for a moment, they have been staring at the gate of Pingnan Hou's mansion, and nothing will happen."

  The emperor took a deep breath and said slowly: "Li Shen is a very difficult person. I can't take him down, and I always feel uneasy in my heart."

  Chen Ju lowered his head and did not speak.

After a while, a little **** walked to the door with small steps. Chen Ju had sharp eyes and walked out of the warm palace calmly. After the little **** said a few words in his ear, Chen Ju nodded and waved his hand. Said: "Understood, you go."

   After Chen Ju returned to the Nuan Palace, the Emperor Chengde squinted his eyes and smiled: "Is something wrong in the court?"

  Chen Ju bent over and said sincerely.

   "Your Majesty."

   "The left servant of Shangshutai shot Zhang Qu, and at this time he was outside Changle Palace to ask to see His Majesty."

  The Emperor Chengde laughed.

   "I thought it was Huan Chu who came first, but I didn't expect it to be Zhang Haoran who was the most calm!"

   "Follow him in."

"Yes."

   (end of this chapter)