Looking at Lu Bu's back as he left gracefully, everyone looked confused and left like this. There was no threat, no warning, no pleading, no harm! He came lightly, just as he walked lightly, waved his sleeves, and did not take away a cloud!

Is this really worthy of your identity as the champion? You want to resign voluntarily. Is it good to have a lot of aristocratic families who will win your re-election champion? Could it be that you really don’t care about the position of Grand Sikong?

Everyone looked at each other for a long time, and then felt that it was better to leave. Originally, there were too many monks and fewer meats, and there was less strong competition for opponents. Wouldn't there be more opportunities?

Sikong, in short, is the Grand Sikong. In the 27th year of Jianwu in the Eastern Han Dynasty, he changed his name to Sikong. However, in order to flatter, officials often call him Da Sikong.

The official position of Sikong began from Emperor Yao, but the positions of the past dynasties were different! For example, the Yao, Shun, and Sikong in the Yu era were in charge of water and soil; the Western Zhou Dynasty was in charge of construction projects, manufacturing vehicles, equipment, and supervising handicraft slaves, and was one of the six ministers. When the Han Dynasty was in power, it was renamed the Censorate in the first year of Suihe, which was the Three Dukes. But the change was not domineering enough, and it changed back a few years later.

The position of Sikong is very complicated, and the scope of power is equivalent to that of the Minister of Works in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is exciting to think about it! Emperor Liu Hong is a good at playing. Since ascending the throne, he can build things from Luoyang to Shudu, such as "naked" travel hall, such as Jinyu Hall, such as Yuguang Temple, and Liuxiang Canal. You can't expect a debauchery emperor who wants to wear open-crotch pants to be a genius in the accounts, so as long as the supervisor Sikong leaks a little between his fingers and is a little greedy. Oh, I'll go and send it! What's more, Sikong is not just supervising royal buildings, he also supervises local buildings! I actually refuse this oil and water!

So He Jin was moved, Zhang Rang was moved, and a wave of officials with spring feelings in their hearts were moved!

After Lu Bu left, they started talking around Yang Biao again. There was only one purpose, which was to make Yang Biao speak well in the court. You must know that if his butt tilted at that time, it would be the last straw that would overwhelm the camel (I still don’t understand how tired a camel will be before being bullied by a straw!)

In fact, there is another question. Sikong's candidate is not a joke. Why did the emperor insist on asking Yang Biao for his opinion? Isn't he better? I can only say that none of the people here are fools! There is only one reason: Yang Ci was killed, he was really dead! The outside world is so chaotic. Do you think the emperor would ask Yang Biao, Yang Ci's son, for the sake of peace and stability? This is the best way to control the lower ones. Unfortunately, they all thought it wrong.

Yang Biao just watched the open and secret struggles of this group of people, silently saying...

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In the streets, alleys, and in the alleys, there was a news that shocked people's attention circulating in the city, and one of them was the most eye-catching. As the news spread, it swept across the city. The merchants and vendors who were traveling were even more awesome, wishing they didn't even enter the goods and spontaneously spreading them.

Actually, it was nothing, it was just that the champion Hou Lu Bu wrote a poem at the funeral of Sikong Yang Ci. The poem did not attract many people's attention at first. However, a middle-aged man who wrote an elegiac couplet for the deceased thought it was interesting, so he planned to adapt it and resell it. As a result, when he returned, he realized that it was difficult to change a word. In short, this poem was too ignited and made people's blood boiling. After the adaptation, he could not even get rid of the money he made. So he hung the poem outside the store without moving.

Then the poem became popular. People who read the poem said that the poem was evil and looked like it was arousing.

Those who violate the powerful man will be punished even if they are far away! This is the idea of ​​a pure man and a real man who is not fucked by the emperor. Think about a beggar on the streets of Luoyang City who dares to spit on the Hu people and scold: Uncle, I don’t care about your two stinky money! Do you feel it?

It is precisely because there are too many pure men under the feet of the emperor that the storm on November 4th was too hot, and even Yang Ci became popular. Although he was dead, he was "human flesh". The achievements and good things he did during his lifetime were dug out, and they were inexplicably green forever. Lu Bu said that it was not intentional.

Wende Hall was undoubtedly solemn and serious when Emperor Huang was, and today was no exception. Even if this was the tenth day after the funeral of the old minister Yang Ci.

At the beginning of the court discussion, the ministers looked cold and solemn. The tablets they held lightly or held heavily in their hands filled with crystal luster in the smoke and dust of the incense burner. Purple smoke emerged from the incense burner, and a faint incense floated on the tip of their noses. It was pervasive, but it made people feel refreshed.

"Your Majesty, I have something important to report!" An old minister who looked old and trembling, came out of the line. The eunuch in the little yellow gate had something to leave the court, and the shouts of the eunuch who had nothing to do fell.

"Ma Riying?" Liu Hong sat upright on the dragon throne, showing his emotions and anger. He did not understand what the lieutenant who used to be silent in the court in the past was to do? The key is that Ma Riying was the grandson of the famous master of Confucianism, Ma Rong, and this identity was difficult to deal with.

"Ma Zizhao sounds but please say bluntly that you are the grandson of Ma Rong, the master of Confucianism, and Master Ma Rong is also a person admired by the capital of the late emperors. I will help you if you can do it!" Liu Hong smiled and said.

"The implication is that if you can't do it, you won't do it!" Ma Rizhe heard Liu Hong's hidden words after a long time of practice.

He didn't care, because what he started was also imperative.

"The country cannot be without a king for a day, and the ministers cannot be without a master for a day! The Master said: "Those who do nothing can be governed by Shun? What is it? I respect you and face you to the south." Ma Rong talked happily. For a scholar who can recite Confucian classics, it is strange that it is not a strange thing to quote the classics and follow the classics.

When Liu Hong heard this, his face was slightly unhappy. He was not a little unconscious. What Ma Rong meant was: In Confucius's opinion, the only one who could truly make the world peaceful is probably Shun? So what did he do? He just sat solemnly and uprightly in the court.

He did not agree with this statement because the current peaceful and prosperous era was still the result of his participation in everything. That's right, he still believed that his rule was a peaceful and prosperous era. The Ten Eunuchs and some ministers in the court connected to report good news but not bad news. He was completely kept in the dark and still believed that no one dared to deceive him!

"I am still used to doing it myself to make the people rich and peaceful!" Liu Hong sighed with sympathy: Is the sound of horse shooting alluding to Sikong Kong hang? The second half of the sentence becomes a little heavy!

"I dare not! The Master said: I am determined to learn at 150, I am determined to be a student at 30, I am not confused at 40, I am not confused at 50, I am obedient at 60, and I am obedient at 70, and I am following my will without exceeding the rules. Although the old minister is not talented, I am willing to be loyal to Your Majesty for ten years!" Ma Risheng said.

"Get out!" What a mess!

Liu Hong looked at the ministers with his eyes and suddenly sighed: I know that the ministers are pillars of the operation of the court, but Yang Sikong passed away for a few days, and I was really sad. I really didn't want someone to replace his old position so quickly. That position was empty, and I thought Yang Sikong was still alive!

These words were sensational, and many old ministers burst into tears. But that was all.

He Jin quietly put his palm behind him, suggesting that Yang Biao was crying. Zhang Rang coughed a few times, looking like he was about to cover the thick phlegm in his mouth. Yuan Huai's face was calm, and he was already holding Zhizhu in his heart, stroking his beautiful beard slightly.

"Your Majesty's Holy Grace! I believe that if my father had a spirit in heaven, he would definitely feel the truth when he learned that Your Majesty was so worried!" Yang Biao suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly in the hall.

"Your Majesty is wise! I am waiting for the introductory thoughts!" The rows of ministers knelt neatly and shouted for the holy grace!

Liu Hong was also very satisfied with the atmosphere he created and hurriedly said: You can't do it, the ground is wet and cold, please get up quickly!

Rows of ministers also took advantage of the situation, and no one wanted to kneel down all the time.

As the ministers came together, Yang Biao's whimpering sounds were clearly audible.

"Young Master Yang Mansion, be sad! As long as you work hard for me in the future, I will not treat meritorious officials unfairly!" Liu Hong said quietly.

"Your Majesty, I am guilty!" Unexpectedly, Yang Biao cried even harder!

"I am ashamed of my father. Before my death, my father always obeyed and warned me that I must not delay the government's affairs because of his death. Now my father has left for ten days, but the position of Sikong has been unresolved. How much government affairs will be delayed? I am guilty! I deserve to die!"

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There was a silence! The reason for choosing Sikong is so powerful, they were speechless! I didn't see the emperor's heads, but I was full of black lines! Who knows what Yang Ci said before his death! Liu Hong only felt liver pain, heartache, or thief pain!

He finally diverted the attention of his ministers, but was pulled into the trap by Yang Ci's bastard son! Is it easy to be an emperor? Is it easy to make some extra money? Cui Lie wanted to be Situ, but he spent 5 million yuan to make him earn more than a fortune. He was so happy that he held the beauties for three thousand and bites for three months, and his kidneys were weak. Now that Sikong is empty again, he was just about to make a big profit, but you fucked me with a hard plan! It's useless for you to crawl out of the coffin!

Just when Liu Hong wanted to refute it sternly, he suddenly realized that things seemed to be out of his control.

With a gold belt on his waist, crocodile boots on his feet, a purple gold crown on his head, his eyes were turbid, and he was covered in civic style. General He Jin and General He, who were walking on the eight-character steps, left the line, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was shocked!

"I met Yang Sikong last night. Yang Sikong also had a cordial conversation with me. I asked who Sikong was personally? Is it worth trusting?" He Jin said in a muffled voice.

I'll go! After He Jin said something, almost everyone's white hair sweat came out, Yang Ci's body was smelly, and he even had a cordial conversation with you and asked you in person. Suddenly, he felt a chill around him. Could it be that he hadn't left yet, right?

"Don't just talk nonsense. Yang Sikong's deceased has passed away. You can't talk nonsense!" Liu Hong was also a little embarrassed. When he thought that Yang Ci had given him an official position after he died, the grudges of the past should be written off?

"No nonsense!" He Jin's beard shook and said with great tungstenness.

"He is a general, so he shouldn't be talking nonsense, right?" When he thought of this, many people were pregnant again with white hair sweat.

"You're serious?" Liu Hong glanced around quickly. Damn, he didn't believe it, why was he feeling irritated?

"I am protecting my reputation!" General He made a sound: Yang Sikong did give me a dream last night!

Can you say no to say a word?

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