The vast Temple of Heaven is filled with people, covered with layers of people. The first floor is the emperor, empress, and empress dowager.

The second floor is the nobles, and the third floor is the civil and military officials.

In addition to the imperial city, there are four other places in Yanjing, namely the Temple of Heaven, Ditan, Sun, and Moon.

But what modern people are most familiar with is the Temple of Heaven.

Every spring, the emperor had to lead all the civil and military dignitaries in the city and all the civil and military officials in Beijing to worship the Temple of Heaven, and pray for blessings and rain during the drought.

In addition, the emperor had an important task, just like the ancient Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, he had to go to the ground personally, summon the old masters from Shuntian Prefecture to ask about Jiaxuan and the fields, and he had to personally support the iron plow and cultivate the land.

This was probably the "most down-to-earth" thing in the lives of ancient emperors. Of course, this thing was full of formalism and a sense of ritual.

Bright clothes and gorgeous clothes, phoenix crown and red robe.

Red, blue, blue, yellow, and red and purple.

On this day, the only time in their lives, the civil and military ministers, including Jia Cong, could not sit in sedan chairs or ride horses, but could only walk from the inner city to the Temple of Heaven in the south.

The Jinyiwei, who was responsible for public security, opened the way, and the people of the city watched, "His Majesty the Great Emperor" led his people to walk for ten miles.

At this time, almost all of these pampered people had back pain and leg cramps.

Dashun asked the queen and the concubines, as well as moral concubines, to attend the ceremony. Since some women have small feet, they are the only ones who can sit in the sedan chair.

Jia Cong stood in the fourth civil servant in the third row. He did not break the situation in seniority. The first three were the chief assistant Yang Qinghe, the auxiliary minister Yu Chenglong and Wang Yingyuan.

When burning incense and chanting lyrics, on the surface, the ceremony seemed to be in an orderly manner, but Jia Cong felt his right eyelid twitching wildly. After the political smell tempered by the officialdom, he smelled an unusual smell.

When the Minister of Revenue and the Grand Tutor Bi Zhong led His Majesty to the steps of the Temple of Heaven on the edge of the land, Ling Juezi took the crown and belt in trouble, picked up his robe and put it in his belt, and he was excited to help the plow: "That old man, just watch from the side..."

Although Mr. Li, who was summoned from Daxing, was taught by the ritual official in advance, he could not help but tremble and could not speak in his words. He nodded repeatedly.

The emperor is always a teenager.

Especially since he ascended the throne, he had never left the palace and was very bored, so he didn't want to take into account the small ceremony for him.

A few years ago, he went out to Beijing for inspection, and he occasionally played like this.

Jia Cong couldn't help but sigh deeply.

This is the plowing land in front of all civil and military officials! Emperor! Some people have excuses!

The crowd was silent for a few seconds, just like the rhythm before the storm came.

Then, Shandong native Li Shanzhi, the young minister of Taipu Temple, held the tooth scepter in his hand and scolded him: "Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible to get rid of the crown and belt, and he is not incompatible with the etiquette!"

Liu Dongsheng, who was promoted to the left censor of the Censorate, did not say a word.

Ling Juezhi ignored Li Shanzhi at all. Suddenly, none of the three dukes and nine ministers spoke, but the censors, screamed and spitted everywhere, and criticized him: "Your Majesty! You are not incompatible with your etiquette!"

"Please follow the rules to farm and read! Your Majesty!"

They mentioned regulations again!

At this time, the Censor was so excited to the officials! So what about the emperor? He caught us and was scolded to death!!

So excited! Who dares to criticize the emperor so reasonably and legally? They dare!

It's so satisfying!

However, in Jia Cong's opinion, things are not as simple as superficial!

What are the things civil servants are best at?

From an insignificant little thing, it triggers a terrifying and intense, infinite cycle of political struggle!

Throughout history, most political struggles have been triggered in this way! Few people say it blatantly!

What is the key point?

By system!!!

Jia Cong proposed and executed the firearm and the Military Weapon Bureau, which touched the word "Press"!!

The spearhead is very obvious.

In the end, the real spearhead was not the emperor, but him Jia Cong!

insidious!

It's extremely despicable!

"Random! A bastard!" Ling Jue was furious and turned back in anger, "You are making a big deal about such trivial matters. Don't you know that I can't work hard without removing the crown belt? Do you want to murder me?"

Ling Juezhi was so angry that he was murdering. Don’t you know this simple truth?

The censor knelt down on the ground: "Emperor, the ancestral system cannot be violated. It is just an example of cultivation. The word "ritual" is the first. If the emperor violates the etiquette, it is a mistake for the supervisors of the ministers."

Even if no one is instigating behind the scenes, as long as the old man can seize this opportunity.

Ling Juezhi was panicked. He was not panicked, but that so many people knelt down and said that he was wrong. How could he not panic as a young man? How could such a big situation be calm?

Yu Chenglong remained silent.

Jia Cong, Wang Yingyuan, Yang Qing and the three assistant ministers looked at each other. Yang Qinghe had no choice but to lower his head, but Jia Cong nodded slightly. Wang Yingyuan touched his sleeves and took advantage of the inattention, a note was crumpled into a ball and rolled out.

Seeing Ling Juezhi's gaze asking for help, Jia Cong thought for a while, and suddenly leaned forward. Fortunately, someone supported him, and everyone thought that Xue Shi Jia was afraid of being heatstroke.

Ling Jue's eyes lit up.

"Moo!" the old ox was yelling.

"Oh!" Ling Jue suddenly exerted his strength, and seemed to be unable to withstand the power of the old ox, and he pounced forward...

Old Li was so scared that he shivered...

"Emperor, Emperor..."

The eunuch's duck-like voice and the frightened voice of the ministers shouted out in unison.

Empress Wang, the two empress dowagers, the concubine Jia Yuanchun and others were all scared to death.

...

However, after a moment, the "seriously injured" emperor was carried up, and the elegant and luxurious Jia Yuanchun and the two empress dowagers looked at Jia Cong with suspicion.

"Who lost the note?"

Zhao Kang's strange voice seemed to be spread throughout the Temple of Heaven, furious: "Your Majesty, someone is talking bad things about the servants... I begged the emperor, just the servants..."

Ling Juezhi's face became gloomy, but he was ecstatic.

The ministers looked at each other, for no reason, and the ugly look on Yu Chenglong's face flashed away. Even Prince Zhongshun lamented in his heart.

Only Jia Cong, Wang Yingyuan was smiling in his heart.

This short scene,

In fact, it is full of the horrifying scheming of countless men!

It is also full of the means they use for political struggle!

Compared with them, women's palace fighting is like a child playing house.

"This cousin..." Jia Yuanchun couldn't help but admire.

...

Due to the emperor's "serious injuries", some people had to stop the battle, and because of the "anonymous letter", they accidentally interrupted this "farce" that implied various conspiracies.

But Jia Cong knew that the forces that resisted him would not be able to stop so easily.

During the rest time at noon, the Beijing officials were very "worry" about the emperor's "serious injuries" and could not swallow them.

However, God seemed to have opened his eyes and caught up with the Qingming Grain Rain. A precious spring rain drizzled as drizzled.

This made another group of Jia Cong's alliance even more call out to confess how orthodox the emperor was.

It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians in Xixiao City were about to die. In the lobby of the bookstore, Jia Cong finished his writing:

“Generously Song Yan City,

Become a prisoner of Chu calmly!

Pull the knife into a fast way,

Live up to the young man!”

Jia Cong has few poems, but most of them are famous works. After reading this song, Liu Dongsheng, Bi Zhong and Wang Yingyuan couldn't help but nod.

"The sword is drawn and the young man will live up to his best! His ambitions are already thrust into the back of the paper!" Liu Dongsheng praised his hand.

This is a famous work by Mr. Wang during the Republic of China period, and the incident was related to the assassination of Prince Zaifeng.

For Jia Cong, it was also his ambition to clear the emperor in the future.

Of course, others will not understand this way, but will only understand it in connection with the facts of Jia Cong.

"Saltpe has been in Sichuan since ancient times, and Shaanxi has been drought in Sichuan and Shaanxi recently. The Governor of Gansu also reported that saltpeter cannot come on time. There must be a major change in Shaanxi... I am very worried..." Wang Yingyuan looked sad, and he was his hometown and an alliance.

"If it is to the south, I will instruct the Sichuan government to transfer from the south, which will not affect the situation in the south, but Shaanxi is indeed worrying." Jia Cong also said worried.

The only place of production of saltpeter in China is Shaanxi (Gansu belongs to Shaanxi), Sichuan, namely Shu Road and Long Road, and sulfur and charcoal can be said to be spread all over the world, which is something that must be considered in the development of firearms.

The wishes are beautiful, but they cannot do it, which is undoubtedly a pity. Fortunately, Jia Cong was not alone, but pulled a group of people and beat a group of people.

Now, the imperial edict has planned that Jia Cong will be the governor of five provinces in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian, Guangxi and Guangdong, and behind him, there are many resistances.

If Jia She died of illness at this time, Jia Cong would probably die without a place to bury him.

If you govern the world with filial piety, the chief assistant has to worry about filial piety. If it really reaches that time, it will be useless and cannot bear it.

Jia Cong could only pray at this time that Jia She would die a little later, otherwise it would have delayed his plan. If he had been filial for three years, the officialdom would be changed.

Yu Chenglong, Prince Zhongshun was sure that he could not make any big moves and dared not resist? Then let’s do it for them to see!

In addition, the variables of King Qin and Bailian may have become a catalyst that is beneficial to him in the long run!
Chapter completed!