In the imperial study room of Xiyuan, there are treasures and stationery displays. The red sandalwood desk faces north and south. The main color of bright yellow highlights the royal identity.

Outside the window, the cold wind was gently blowing on the glass window.

Emperor Yongzhi drank the nourishing ginseng and red date tea, sat upright on the dragon chaise, looking at He Shuo who was kneeling in the room and slowly stood up, sighed: "He Qing, have you ever resented me in your heart?"

It was a long time ago that Grand Secretary He Shuo had his resignation. Therefore, the emperor asked this question.

He Shuo was wearing a robe as a first-rank official. He was in his sixties. He was tall and downed his head and said, "I dare not. I assisted the sage king in governing the government for nearly ten years. The king was very kind. He was able to take charge of the central government for two years and was at the highest position. Everything he reported was accurate. I have no complaints!"

Loyal minister! These two words arose in the heart of Emperor Yongzhi. Unfortunately, he could not keep He Shuo. The superficial reason was that He Shuo opposed him making Yan Yan the queen. He led his ministers to resign and threatened the emperor, which made him extremely unhappy.

But the deeper reason is that He Shuo was promoting civil servant politics. This political model restricted imperial power. This was something he could not tolerate. What was the feeling of being an emperor in the Ming Dynasty?

Therefore, when he gave advice, the court was full of He Shuo's party members, so he decided to depose his prime minister. The world was the Ning family, not the literati. He relied on civil servants to govern the country, but he would never allow civil servants to invade the imperial power.

Emperor Yongzhi said: "I know your talent well. After you return to your hometown, you will take good care of yourself. I have many suggestions for you when you and my monarch and ministers will not be able to meet you in the future."

The emperor was in a state of emotion, and He Shuo was also a little excited, saying, "I am leaving and there is something to report."

Emperor Yongzhi smiled and put down the official kiln tea bowl in his hand, saying, "He Qing can't avoid the vulgarity! I feel sorry for my parents in the world. Don't worry, your eldest son will be transferred to the Western Regions for training. A new land will be in ruins and will easily achieve political achievements. In the past seven or eight years, you can go back to the court to assist me."

This is the high position in the temple.

Emperor Yongzhi was extremely favored to Grand Secretary He. However, this is reasonable. He Shuo had proved his loyalty in the rebellion of the former crown prince. Even if Emperor Yongzhi wanted to dismiss him, it was natural to be kind to his descendants.

He Shuo smiled bitterly in his heart, hesitated a little, and advised him: "I thank Your Majesty for your kindness. Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and has a good reputation in civil and military affairs. He has moved far away from the previous dynasty. However, if you listen to both sides, you will be clear. Using people as a mirror can help you know gains and losses. It is your Majesty's blessing to have a counselor. I recommend Zhang Anbo, the Minister of Rites in Nanjing, to be the left-level censor."

He realized that the emperor became more and more stubborn and self-righteous, and enjoyed his own power. This was definitely not a good thing for the government. How to govern the world with one's wisdom? A wise ruler should accept advice. Therefore, he recommended his good friend Zhang Anbo to the court as the left censor, taking charge of the way of speaking, picking up all officials, and leading the trend.

Emperor Yongzhi was a little embarrassed. He thought that He Shuo wanted to ask his children for their own officials before leaving. This was a common human nature. He did not expect that He Shuo would recommend the minister: Zhang Anbo, a famous scholar in the world. However, he did not like this person very much.

Emperor Yongzhi's eyes flashed, and then looked at He Shuo, who was keeping a bow and polite manner. He couldn't help but think of He Shuo's various strengths when he was in power, sighed and said, "He Qing, if you can change your temper, why is this? It will definitely be a story for the ages when you and I, the king and the ministers."

He Shuo smiled bitterly. He has never been the prime minister like Xie Xuan who flatters the emperor.

Emperor Yongzhi said, "Go. I'm tired."

Three days later, the emperor's edict came to the Military Affairs Office. Subsequently, the imperial edict was issued: He Shuo, the Grand Secretary of Jianji Palace, was promoted to the Grand Secretary of the Intermediate Palace; Song Pu, the Minister of Personnel, was appointed as the Grand Secretary of the Dongge, and was appointed as the Grand Secretary of the Military Affairs Office, and was appointed as the Secretary of the Military Affairs Office; Yin Peng, the Censor of the Left Capital, was promoted to the Secretary of the Ministry of Personnel, and Zhang Anbo, the Minister of Rites of Nanjing, was promoted to the Censor of the Left Capital.

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The emperor finally listened to the advice of Grand Secretary He Shuo before leaving. After the imperial edict was issued, it caused huge storms in the capital, shaking inside and outside.

Who would have expected that Zhang An Expo, who has been in Nanjing for many years, has been in charge of Nanjing Imperial College?

As for Bai Zhang, the Minister of Justice, it was Yin Peng, who was the Minister of Personnel. How could he not be angry? Song Pu, the Minister of Personnel, got what he wanted and became the Grand Secretary of the Dongge and became the prime minister. For a moment, there were crowds at the door.

The memorial of Grand Secretary He’s resignation was still in progress. He Shuo wrote a letter and the emperor kept it. After twelve times of exchange, Emperor Yongzhi agreed to He Shuo’s resignation: in the title of Grand Secretary of Zhongji Hall, he was given the title of Grand Secretary, and was granted the title of Grand Duke, and was named the Minister of the Supreme People.

All three dukes have always been posthumously titled for the dead ministers. The three dukes were extremely rare. The Ming Dynasty and the national dynasty had only a few people. Grand Secretary He had to be granted the title of Grand Master, which shows how the emperor valued him. ( Grand Master Fang's Taibao has not yet been granted at this time)

The imperial edict said: He Shuo, the Grand Secretary of Zhongji Palace, was strong and upright, and was in charge of the cabinet. He was responsible for his economic affairs. He thought that his past efforts were not praised, so he was given the title of Grand Tutor and became the Grand Duke of Guanglu.

Zhou Shi - Biography of He Shuo: He Gong is generous and tolerant, loyal and upright, knows that he has a country but does not know that he has a body. When the prince rebelled, He Gong has the merit of establishing the tripod and a minister of the country! He has been in power for two years and has been good at governing, and has made good decisions to rectify the chaos. He is a great prime minister and has no worthy of his virtues!

Notes from people of the time recorded: My wise men in my dynasty were the first. It’s a pity that his rule was short. It’s a pity that he was lamenting.

The evaluation received by Grand Secretary He is completely different from that of Xie Xuan, the Grand Secretary of Zhongji Temple who was in power for nearly ten years. As the saying goes, history is clear! Justice, justice, and freedom in people's hearts.

Everyone has different interpretations of history. But who is correct? Who will be recognized by time? Only the people!

Some people carve their names into stones and want to be immortal; their names are earlier than the corpse. Some people, if they live, others cannot live, and their fate can be seen. Some people, if they live better for the majority, they will surely be immortal.

Because the heaven and earth have righteousness and will remain strong forever.

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On the second day of December, Jia Huan went to He's mansion to help and bid farewell to Grand Secretary He. The He's mansion in Yongfang was quite deserted. The things and luggage were almost packed.

He Er, the second son of He, who was the head of the Ministry of Works, commanded the servants to carry the luggage, and was full of reluctance. He was originally the prime minister's son, but now he was the former prime minister's son. He was going to resign and return to his hometown with his father, but was scolded by his father.

He Shuo and Jia Huan chatted in the study. The bookcases and bookshelfs in the study were all empty. Jia Huan was also given several books by Grand Secretary He.

He Shuo was wearing a gray Taoist robe, fluttering scarf, and cloud-toed shoes. He was leisurely and free. He carried his hands on his back, looked at the grass and trees in the courtyard, and looked back at his official career. He suddenly asked, "Ziyu, do you think the imperial system is like the previous Zhou (Song Dynasty), and what about the previous Ming Dynasty?"

In these two dynasties, the civil servants' political system was mature, and the emperor and the scholars and officials ruled the world together. Everyone in the world thought that Fei Minzheng was his chosen successor. However, he actually wanted Jia Huan to realize his political ideals in his heart.

This is not because the outside world is guessing randomly. In fact, no successor will rush to the front line to fight. For example, during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, Xu Jie fought with Yan Song, and all the students in the core team were on the way, but Xu Jie never let Zhang Juzheng go to the battlefield. Xu Jie finally proved his vision.

Not that he didn't want to protect Jia Huan. It was really too eye-catching and too troublesome.

Jia Huan had long thought about these issues and said, "He Xiang, the Ming Dynasty is better than the previous Zhou (Song Dynasty)."

He Shuo smiled slightly. Jia Huan agreed with his political philosophy.

At this time, an old servant outside came to report, "Master, you can go." He Shuo nodded, left Xiaoyongfang, took a carriage out of Xuanwu Gate. He registered at the Huitong Hall of the Ministry of War in the south of the city, took the carriage and went out of the capital to the south city.

The people who saw off were waiting in the long pavilion ten miles south of the city.

Jia Huan rode his horse and followed He Yijian in front of the team, holding the disciple's etiquette. He thought in his heart.

Restricting the emperor's power is an inevitable trend in history. Capitalists are unwilling to hand over their lives to the emperor and make a decision in one sentence. Instead, they have to use the constitution to limit the imperial power. He is also unwilling to do so. But in the future, what system to adopt depends on the actual situation. Of course, the basic situation is: the holy emperor ruled with his pride.

The country and dynasty have a vast territory, a wide range of resources, and a different development. Many people take it for granted that constitutional monarchy is the best. In fact, this is still a kind of worship of Western civilization. It belongs to it. It has been kneeling for too long and cannot stand up.

All the political systems in modern times, ancient Greece and Rome, have been implemented all of them. There is no such thing as advanced or backward. To be precise, they are just suitable for the West. There is no best system, only the most suitable system.

How can the situation in the West be applied to us? China’s five thousand years of civilization is brilliant and brilliant. How much wisdom does it have to govern the country? We must have confidence in our system. We can only know whether the shoes fit our feet or not.

We should use it as a wise man, and we should not lick it. For example, the air in America is sweet. When we restore the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties, we will become the center of the world again. That was the best at that time.

In the case of the Zhou Dynasty, it is absolutely impossible to limit the imperial power by using a so-called constitution. By then, even the bones will be left. The state and dynasty have always been ruled by man. The restriction of imperial power can only rely on strength (military power) and checks and balances.

Jia Huan rode on the horse, squinted his eyes, and looked at the sun in the sky. The road was long and arduous, and I would search up and down.

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On the second day of the twelfth month, it was very sunny. At around 10 o'clock in the morning, when He Shuo, Jia Huan and He Yijian and his group arrived at the ten-mile long pavilion in the south of the city, there were more than 200 officials waiting here. The heads were Wei Hong, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, and Song Pu, the Grand Secretary of Dongge.

All the six ministers and nine ministers in the capital are here. As long as the ministers who are not punished and qualified, they will come to see you off. There are also close old friends, friends, and disciples. They are very powerful.

He Shuo was appointed as the Grand Tutor, and the emperor's kindness was great. In addition, everyone was about to leave. At this time, everyone was willing to give him some face. After all, He Shuo's character is indeed nothing. For example, all the political enemy, Grand Secretary Song, came.

Xing You, the new commander of the Jinyiwei, came with several Jinyiwei lieutenants, and followed the eunuch general manager Xu Yan: the emperor gave him imperial wine to see him off. Among the Jinyiwei lieutenants, there was an old acquaintance of Jia Huan: Zhang Zongqi Zhang Lu. Now, he is going to call Zhang Qianhu.

In the pavilion, servants held food boxes, fine wine and delicious food. He Yijian, Jia Huan and Hanlin attendant Fei Minzheng and the other two followed He Shuo into the pavilion.

Wei Hong stepped forward and toasted He Shuo, saying, "Teacher He returned to his hometown today, and we will send him off. I wish Tai Shuo a good journey. Please!" In fact, most of the people present today basically agreed with He Shuo's political philosophy, no matter what political views.

He Shuo drank with a smile

Song Pu stepped forward to toast again. Then there were Yin Peng, Minister of Personnel, Zhao Heling, Minister of Revenue, Fang Wang, Minister of Rites, Bai Zhang, Minister of Justice, Meng He, Minister of War, and Jia Zheng, several others came forward to toast. The three positions of Minister of Works, Minister of Dali Temple, and Minister of Left Censor are not in the capital yet.

He Shuo drank one by one, bowed his hand, and said, "I will entrust the state affairs to you." As he said that, he walked out of the pavilion. All officials were watching, and the atmosphere was bleak.

After walking two steps, He Shuo stopped and smiled and said, "Ziyu is a great poet of the country's dynasty, can there be poems for me to see you off?"

Literary and elegant scholars are nothing more than that. The eyes of officials all fell on Jia Huan.

Jia Huan was prepared and bowed and said, "In the morning, I saw several branches of cold plums at He Xiang's house. I cut four sentences, why did I see each other off? I endured the snow and frost in the world. The fragrance on the heads of a hundred flowers is the first to be fragrant. The breeze has its own bones, so it is better to go to the jade hall in a cold and beautiful way."

"good!"

As soon as Jia Huan finished speaking, there was a cheer in the inside and outside of the pavilion. Plum, orchid, chrysanthemum and bamboo were also called the Four Gentlemen. They have always been loved by literati. The Analects of Confucius of the sages discuss gentlemen and villains everywhere, and scholars are happy to be gentlemen. Plum uses plums to describe people, and they describe noble character, not afraid of wind and frost, and insist on pursuing. It is very appropriate. If Master He is willing to support Ce’s establishment of Empress Yang, why is this?

Jia Zheng, who was standing on the steps in the pavilion, suddenly breathed a long sigh in his heart and smiled on his face. He was worried that Jia Huan would say another sentence: "I'm sorry, Yu Xin is talented, and Guanlong's hometown is already unbearable." Then he was captured by the Jinyiwei.

He Shuo smiled, "Zi Yu, a good poem. Let's take a big white, bring wine." Fei Zhuangyuan stepped forward to pour wine. He Shuo drank it in one gulp, put the wine glass on the tray, laughed, and walked, "The breeze has its own fairy bones, and it's better to go to the Yutang in a cold and beautiful way." After leaving the long pavilion, he sat in the carriage, and two carriages slowly walked along the official road.

The sunlight that was almost eleven o'clock fell on the long pavilion and the ancient road.

Seeing Mr. He's carriage go away, Fei Zhuangyuan's heart is ups and downs. What else can I say when I become an official in life?

This scene will definitely be recorded in the notes of the people of the time. Mr. He seemed to have told the nine ministers in college that he would entrust the kings with state affairs, but in the end, he drank a glass of wine for Jia Huan alone, which had a profound meaning!

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Jia Huan's new poems spread throughout the capital within three to five days, and were sung in the mansions of Jiaofangsi and nobles.

He Shuo's departure marked the end of an era. The political situation in Beijing was changing like: rocks penetrated the sky, and waves slapped the shore. And the country was like a picture, and there were so many heroes at the moment.

On December 10th, Jia Huan once again saw him off in the south of the city. He was a friend, former editor-in-chief of the Truth, and the Shuji scholar Xiao Mengzhen saw him off. His crime was settled and he was demoted to the postmaster of a station in the southwest. Xiao Mengzhen resigned from office and was about to return to his hometown: Huangzhou Prefecture, Huguang.

Jia Huan, Luo Hua, Liu Guoshan, Liu Yichen, Fan Xijue, Tang Daobin, Fei Minzheng and others came out of the Truth Press in Zhengyangmen to the Changting Pavilion ten miles south of the city to say goodbye to the Changting Pavilion. This has been the case since ancient times.

All the classmates from Wendao Academy have returned to Wendao Academy. Liu Guoshan, who had worked in the newspaper "Truth" and Liu Yichen, who had worked in the newspaper "Truth" and Jia Huan, all came to see you off. Luo Hua is Xiao Mengzhen's friend.

Fan Xijue and Tang Daobin, who were from Jia Huan, were also familiar with Xiao Mengzhen that day, and they came to give it to him. Fei Minzheng and the top scholar in the Bingchen Department gave it to him in the same year. The number of people was different, but it did not make people feel sad.

The setting sun is like blood.

The servants of the Jia family displayed the wine and food on the stone table. Xiao Mengzhen was still fat and drank one by one with his friends. He smiled and said, "Ziyu, the poem you gave He Taishi's poem has spread throughout the capital. I wonder what poems you have given to me? So that I can have the opportunity to leave my name in history."

There was a burst of laughter in the ancient pavilion that said this.

Liu Guoshan smiled and said, "I saw the jade farewell to the mountain. There is a poem that is appropriate. I can give it to Kai." As he said, he sang, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green and the sky is connected to the sky, the evening breeze supports willows and flutes are sounded in the sunset, and the mountains are outside the mountain. At the end of the sky and the corners of the earth, half of my friends are falling, and a pot of turbid wine is gone, and I will have fun after leaving the cold dream tonight."
To be continued...