Section 67 Public Discussion of the Ministry of Interchange (1)

The meeting with the Military Affairs Office was a disagreement, and everyone was talking about it, but they still did not want the British to come to Beijing to pay their respects. Although the emperor was the emperor, he could not easily reject it at this time. In the end, he could only take a step back: the matter was handed over to the public discussion. After the six ministries and nine ministers agreed, they would submit it to the imperial court. After all, the emperor was smart. Although he was handed over to the public discussion, he did not express the words "taking the result of public discussion as the right way" in the imperial edict, which was equivalent to delaying the matter.

That being said, the emperor's unhappiness is imaginable. As a veteran, he certainly knew what the Qing Dynasty was facing now, and even more knew that if he could not seize the vigorous development of the past few years and chase it, he could use Kangxi's dream to slaughter the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom movement in the bud. What if there is a civil unrest that is not in history in the future?

Qi Junzao and others are important officials in the court. Even if there are disagreements in front of Yu Jun, they must not be easily dismissed. Thinking of the fact that they always argue with these people because of the British, the emperor felt very sad: It cannot be used and cannot be taken, how should we think of a solution?

After thinking about it randomly, he stood up and said, "Go to Nanshu."

Liufu hurriedly ordered the four eunuchs in the East Warm Pavilion of Yangxin Hall to go to Meiwu behind the Sanxi Hall of the West Warm Pavilion, where the emperor was changing clothes, and put on a robe with golden dragons. He just tied a silk ribbon with a bright yellow Su silk belt with eight treasures and cloud dragon patterns on his waist, took the soft hat belt with satin velvet topped, walked out of the Yangxin Hall of Qinzheng and Xianxian Hall, and turned to the direction of the Qianqing Palace.

The ministers in the South Study were informed that the emperor would come soon. Under Xu Naizhao, Feng Peiyuan and Cai Nianci prepared and waited at the door of the study room to pick up the driver. Soon, he walked around Yuehua Gate and turned south from the Inner Memorial Office. The emperor appeared at the entrance of the door of the South Study room: "I, welcome the emperor!"

"Get up." The emperor waved his hand, Liufu, who was one step ahead of him, picked up the door curtain, and everyone followed behind him in one after another.

Entering the Nan Study Room, the emperor took off his soft hat and handed it to Liufu. He sat down in the middle seat, and scratched the 'Moon Gate' on his head with a wry smile: "I was in the Yangxin Palace just now, and I had a quarrel with Qi Junzao and the others for a long time. I was a little tired. Come here to relax."

Xu Naizhao stood beside the emperor. He could see that the emperor was just a forced smile, with a little confused look in his eyes, and he whispered beside him: "Emperor, Emperor?"

"Ah, what did you say?"

"What's wrong with the emperor?"

"It's not a worry. Governor Lu Jianying of Liangjiang submitted a memorial..." He told him the story and sighed a little heavy. He said: "The British came here with anger for entering the city this time, and our court is indeed inappropriate. If a person handled it improperly and reappeared the situation of being tragically wounded in the southeast, what would happen?"

"Then, the emperor brought the British into the capital..." Xu Naizhao did not dare to ask any further, otherwise he would be suspected of questioning the emperor.

"The first thing they want to tell them about this matter is to tell them about their interests. In my opinion, Western countries are not as vast as our Qing Dynasty, but they are always a civilized country. Should they be able to listen to it?"

Listening to the emperor's words that seemed to be talking to himself, Xu Naizhao and Cai Nianci's eyes were irritated for no reason! Since ancient times, it has been said that the king was worried about the humiliation of his ministers, and the king was humiliated to his ministers and died. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty was careless of the world, but he was worried about the sacred thoughts for the small matters in Guangzhou City, and did not hesitate to put down the emperor's honor, and in such a tone of compromise, he only wanted to solve this problem successfully. Thinking about it really made the minister feel sad.

This time the emperor insisted on letting the British enter Beijing, but there was another reason. However, he was not busy talking about it at this moment, but changed the topic at the right time: "Xu Naizhao, how are Zeng Guofan going to be up to now?"

"Reply to the emperor, Lord Zeng has been sick for a while."

"Oh? Is the disease so bad?" He originally wanted to visit the mansion, but then he thought that the emperor had visited the mansion. He had never been able to know what the ministers could do. If he went there rashly, it would be like Qianlong gave the Dhara Sutra to Yu Minzhong - he would never have to die! After thinking through this section, he swallowed his words: "Do you meet recently?"

"Reply to the emperor's words, I heard that Mr. Zeng was seriously ill a few days ago. I am..."

The emperor glanced at him strangely, as if wondering why he didn't continue talking, and immediately woke up. He smiled bitterly on his lips, and said, "What are you afraid of? Are your colleagues sick and you are visiting the mansion, so I won't allow it?"

"Yes, it's my memory that I'm confused." Seeing that the emperor was not unhappy, Xu Naizhao also felt relieved and smiled on his face: "Reply to the emperor, Lord Zeng seems to have great difficulties in his post, but he cannot submit it."

"Not allowed to submit it? What does it mean? He has the authority to submit a memorandum, right?"

"Yes, Lord Zeng has the right to report the report, but this matter is very important, so he dare not slander God."

Xu Naizhao's silence made the emperor interested: "What is it, he dare not report it?"

"Yes, it's about the reimbursement of Hunan Province." As he said, Xu Naizhao looked at the young man who was standing in his footsteps. His pretty face was neither happy nor sad, and he didn't know if he understood it? "The so-called reimbursement has always been..."

"You don't need to explain, I know." The emperor nodded. Of course, he knew how much benefit the reimbursement case of the Ministry of Revenue would bring to the officers, the clerks and others. The local governor always had the idea that the wool came from the sheep. Even if he had to do something important, he would still follow the intentions of these people. After all, he would use the state's money to fill the pockets of these traitors. It really makes people feel angry!

After two hundred years of the Qing Dynasty, it has almost reached a difficult situation today. From ministers to ministers and local officials, they all regard bribery as a common matter. Whether it is the local governor's two ice and charcoal respects, the red envelopes collected for three festivals and two lives, they are all divided into three or five hundred taels per month. If the total number of meals, fire consumption, silver, rice, and rice that the ministers deserve is added together, although they are only ministers of the department, their luxury is far better than the Qing princes and princes. This is just in the city of Beijing, and the local governor is afraid that they will be better than that of the emperor.

The emperor knew about such a problem in his heart, but was not ready to solve it. Things must be done step by step. The Governor of Liangjiang and the Governor of the Grain Transport are working on the reform of the Grain Transport. After a successful plan is made, it will not be too late to take action against these guys who are unwilling to do so.

Xu Naizhao and others stood aside, and did not dare to disturb him. After a while, Liu Fu still called in a low voice, and then woke him up: "Emperor? Emperor?"

"Ah!" The emperor suddenly opened his mouth: "What's wrong?"

"Oh." The young man smiled embarrassedly: "I'm tragic when I think about it."

"The emperor is busy with all kinds of things and is still a holiday worker."

"I won't mention this, I won't mention this. By the way, have the ministers in the Nanshu District recently have new works? Let me take a look at it?"

"Reply to the emperor's words, I have been exhausted recently, and I have had some experience and it is difficult to see the emperor's eyes. However, because my brother, the paintings he made are very easy to see."

"Is that true?" The emperor has been studying in the study since he was a child, and he has a lot of effort, whether it is writing or such skill in splashing ink: "Can the paintings made by Feng Peiyuan bring?"

"Reply to the emperor's words, I'm not going to show my ugly appearance in front of you, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay. There have always been beautiful stories that are appreciated by strange articles. How can we let the ancients be beautiful in front of us? Let's take a look."

"Yes!" Feng Peiyuan could not refuse the emperor's words. He carried the scroll with him and was about to invite the emperor to read it. If he liked it, the emperor would be happy and he could submit some words. He went out and took a few hand scrolls in after a while.

Liufu intended to take this opportunity to make the emperor happy, took the initiative to take the scroll, nailed it to the wall of the Nan Study room with a needle, and hurriedly helped the emperor to watch it. There were four scrolls, two landscapes, one sketches of melons and fruits, and one with several new bamboos, swaying in the wind.

The emperor was the son of Empress Xiaoquan, a nixuhulu. When the empress was young, she grew up in Suzhou with her father. In addition to the gentleness of the daughter of Jiangnan, this was very different from the cheerfulness and vitality of the princess under her. Therefore, she was only loved by the emperor. Emperor Daoguang was naturally very fond of her son when she was old. She often held the young Yizhu and took him to appreciate the famous masters of his predecessors. Therefore, Yizhu was very knowledgeable at a young age, and was particularly well appreciated in writing, calligraphy, painting, etc., and was considered a rare artistic emperor.

After looking at the first few pictures, the emperor never spoke. Obviously, he was not very satisfied with what Feng Peiyuan did. When he arrived at the last picture, he finally nodded: "Well, this one is good!"

"Thank you the Emperor to give me a misunderstanding." Feng Peiyuan first knelt down and thanked him, then stood up to explain to the emperor: "This scroll was a kindness that I heard from the Southern Study. I had a good friend to me and had a good friend to me than to get drunk in the wine shop, and I was very happy."

"It is this 'on-the-moment' work that can show the demeanor in the painter's heart. Well, the paper is full of clear air, and it will be ready to be released."

After hearing the emperor's praise, Feng Peiyuan felt itchy in his heart, and seemed to be back to the slightly drunken state that day. He was so light that he couldn't stand steadily. He could not say a word except grinning.

"Your poetry and prose skills are not as good as Xu Naizhao, but I have never seen his paintings, so I am afraid it is difficult to comment?" This kind of poetry and painting experience can make people relax. After a few words, the emperor turned around and looked at Xu Naizhao: "It's here, let me see your calligraphy, how about it?"

When the emperor said that he was despised himself, Xu Naizhao was steady and could not help but feel strong: "The emperor has his own will, I should follow him carefully. Please ask the emperor to make a statement, and I am willing to start writing."

"Just take Feng Peiyuan's paintings as the title, you will also make the same one."

"Yes!" Xu Naizhao agreed, asking Cai Nianci to help him lay paper on the shore, pick up a pen, open the ink cartridge of the red sandalwood, and add a small spoon of water. After the water was soaked, he sprinkled a few strokes at will, and the paper suddenly filled with smoke and clouds, as if countless mountains and trees were hidden in it.

"Well, although the painter is not inferior, there is a spirit of indomitableness hidden in this painting." The emperor kept watching quietly. After he finished painting, he said with a smile: "I think if I hadn't been agitating the generals, I wouldn't have seen the sharpness of the trusted ministers!"
Chapter completed!