"This is the old minister's selfishness."

Pei Ju sighed, "The dispute between aristocratic families in Hebei and Bingzhou for thousands of years made the old ministers naturally think about stopping Lu Chu from entering the cabinet."

Although Pei Ju had this intention, it was far from enough to make Pei Ju lose his mind. However, Pei Ju would never dare to mention the dispute between the relatives of the Pei Lu family, as it would seriously hurt Pei Zhizhi, and Pei Ju could not afford such consequences.

After pausing, he sighed again: "It's not just today. Twenty years ago, Lu Zhuo's father Lu Shen was originally promoted to the Minister of Rites, but in the end my brother Pei Yun was charged with crimes and demoted to the county magistrate of Shanggu County. The reason is the same. In the Sui Dynasty, Lu Cui, Bai and Li, the five major families in Hebei have never served as officials above the Shangshu."

Zhang Xuan's eyes gradually softened. As the king who was in charge of the world, he would not have any idea of ​​"having evil as enemies". What he wanted was balance, using the minister to balance the minister, using the nine temples to balance the minister, and using the prime minister to balance the prime minister, and using the prime minister to balance the country. This also included using the aristocratic family to balance the aristocratic family.

But Zhang Xuan knew that Pei Ju had to explain the matter between Lu Chu, otherwise he would not be the king of the world.

Zhang Xuan's eyes softened, "Pei Gong writes a resignation!"

Pei Ju was shocked all over. The thing he was most worried about came indeed. His eyes dimmed and his eyes became extremely old. After a while, he said in a very bitter tone: "Old minister will retire and return home!"

Zhang Xuan looked back at him with a little strangeness, and laughed silently, "Why did Mr. Pei retire and return home?"

Pei Ju's heart trembled, and a small flame of hope ignited in his eyes. He quickly lowered his head, afraid that Zhang Xuan would see his thoughts, but Zhang Xuan did not look back and looked at the tent with his hands behind his back and said, "I have been thinking about how to place a respected old minister. If Pei Gong doesn't mind, just surrender to Situ!"

The Grand Marshals, Situ, Sikong and Zhang Xuan, among the three Dukes, did not give him the highest-ranking Grand Marshal. Even so, Pei Ju was overjoyed. He bowed deeply, "Old minister obeyed the order!"

Zhang Xuan turned around and looked at him for a moment, and asked again: "Does Pei Hong be the Minister of the Yellow Sect? Do you have any objections?"

Pei Ju shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness. He lacks qualifications, so it may not be a good thing to encourage growth."

Zhang Xuan said lightly: "I don't think so!"

After pausing, he smiled and said, "Don't Mr. Pei know who I am going to let replace Mr. Pei to enter the pavilion?"

"I hope to hear it carefully!"

"I'm going to let Fang Xuanling enter the pavilion."

Pei Ju couldn't say a word for a long time, and he suddenly understood that Zhang Xuan was probably thinking about getting out of the game when he was conceiving a multi-partnership.

At this time, the drums outside rumbling, and Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "The festival has begun, let's go!"

He turned around and quickly left the tent. Pei Ju finally made up his mind that Fang Xuanling could be the prime minister even if she was so young. Why could he not be the minister of the Huangmen? Well, since Zhang Xuan insisted, he would let Changsun be the minister of the Huangmen for a few years first, and then go to the local area to be the prefect. When he came back from the local area, he should be the prime minister.

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The ceremony was very dull, consisting of hundreds of officials and more than a thousand labor representatives who dug rivers. They mainly worshiped the river gods, and the ceremony was also very simple. After Zhang Xuan finished reading the ritual, he threw three animals into the lake. After everyone knelt down and worshiped, it ended. It was less than a quarter of an hour. But what was important was not how grand the ceremony itself was, but piety. The Regent came to worship in person, which was enough to prove the piety of the ceremony.

After the ceremony, the soldiers began to pack up the tent, dozens of large ships slowly arrived, and the officials were about to take a boat back.

At this moment, an astonishing news spread rapidly among all officials. The respected Pei Ju resigned from the position of Shizhong because of his old age and illness, and requested to withdraw from Ziwei Pavilion. What surprised everyone even more was that the Regent seemed to have accepted Pei Ju's resignation.

This news made the officials who were exhausted by the multi-phase system excited again, and began to guess who would take Pei Ju's phase.

In terms of qualifications, Yang Gongren, who had just become the Minister of Justice, is most suitable, but the Regent always acts unexpectedly, and everyone's heart is hooked when he ends up joining the cabinet.

In the head of a large ship, Zhang Xuan stood in front of the ship window with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy and unpredictable disappointment in his eyes. In another corner of the cabin was military advisor Fang Xuanling, but he was very calm, but there was a hint of bitterness in the smile on his lips. Just now, he rejected Zhang Xuan's proposal and rejected the face that countless people had dreamed of.

This really made Zhang Xuan unexpected. A sense of frustration as a ruler made him angry, but his emotions were already deeply restrained, and all he showed was disappointment.

"Why?" Zhang Xuan needed a reason to resolve the anger in his heart.

"You want to give me a reason!" Zhang Xuan stared at Fang Xuanling with sharp eyes.

Fang Xuanling was still as calm as water, and there was no trace of apology from the corner of her mouth just now.

"Rules!" Fang Xuanling said lightly.

"I don't understand what rules!"

Zhang Xuan was finally a little angry. He was born not a rule-abiding person, but over the years he has lived in rules of all sizes. The way of the ruler and the subjects, the way of generals, the way of the temple, and even the way of husband and wife. It was a bit boring to torture him. Today, even his most confidant person was discussing the rules, and the anger he suppressed in his heart was finally about to burst out.

Fang Xuanling knew his lord too well and knew what he thought. He was eager to destroy the almost solidified distribution of interests among the aristocratic families, and forced himself to penetrate his wedge into it, provoking dissatisfaction and internal strife between the aristocratic families. This was indeed a master of imperial skills, but the lord was a little too eager to achieve success.

Fang Xuanling stood up and looked directly at Zhang Xuan's gaze, "The way of heaven is natural, the law of humanity. Even if His Highness himself is the rule-making person, he cannot do whatever he wants. Without the constraints of the rules, the people's hearts will disperse. In the battle for hegemony in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the victory or defeat should be determined on the battlefield and between the national strength. If the inner part of the Northern Sui Dynasty is broken and the people's hearts are dispersed, what else can His Highness fight for hegemony?"

Fang Xuanling's straightforward words sounded like a wake-up call in Zhang Xuan's ears, and his heart suddenly became a mess. Fang Xuanling's advice had already made him a little enlightened, but this kind of enlightenment was still a little turbid, just like a mess that found the first thread. He needed time to slowly sort out the chaos in his heart.

But at least he had no previous mania in his mood and became calm.

"Sir, please continue."

Seeing that the lord had calmed down, Fang Xuanling sat down with relief and continued: "Since the Han Dynasty, the court had a tacit understanding rule. Without going through prefectures and counties, it was impossible to enter the provincial and provincial platforms. In other words, without practical experience in governing the local area, he could not enter the power center to decide the affairs of the world. Of course, this did not include Your Highness, but refers to the minister. Wei knew that Your Highness wanted to install his confidant in Ziwei Pavilion, but it was enough to have Secretary Wei in it. Moreover, Your Highness also had to believe in the seven ministers of Ziwei Pavilion. They were the ministers of Your Highness. If the king and his minister did not have trust, how could they govern the world?"

Zhang Xuan nodded silently. Fang Xuanling was right. If he did not trust the prime minister he appointed, what is the point of a multi-prime system?

After pausing, Fang Xuanling smiled and said, "I am a mortal, why don't I want to be a prime minister? That's what I have dreamed of many years ago. When the world is pacified, I beg your highness to let my place be the prefect and return to the court after ten years of experience. If your highness appoints me as prime minister, I will never refuse."

Zhang Xuan also laughed and nodded, "Okay! I promise you that this aspect that belongs to you will give it to you in ten years!"

When the fleet was about to arrive in Zhongdu, the regent's order was finally issued. Yang Gongren, who had just been appointed as the Minister of Justice but had not yet taken office, was re-appointed as the Minister of Justice and was granted the title of Ziwei Pavilion for the Supervisor. The Minister of Justice was replaced by the Minister of Justice and Lu Chu, and the Minister of Justice and Lu Chu, was promoted to the Minister of Justice and Minister of Justice.

At the end of the edict, it was announced that on the ninth day of the eighth month, the next day, Ziwei Pavilion will hold its first consultation on affairs.
Chapter completed!