Chapter 159 Two Days of Storm (One)

Cui Yuan was advising the farming residence to be by the window for too long yesterday, which was a bit hurtful. In addition, the New Year's Day had been basically prepared, so he stayed at home on the last day of the official leave and no one met.

Cui Yuan’s biggest regret is that he only has one son and one daughter. In order not to wither, he specially did not limit the number of wives and concubines for his son. As a result, his son Cui Xian took more than 20 wives and concubines in one breath, but the final effect did not seem to be great. Cui Yuan still had only two grandchildren, and they were both born to his son’s wife.

The next grandson lived with his father in Hanzhong, while the Changsun was in Chang'an, and he studied and learned calligraphy with his grandfather. The Changsun was originally named Cui Ming, but Cui Yuan didn't like the name, so he changed his name to Yao. Cui Yao was eight years old this year. Boys of the same age were naughty when they were exploring bird nests to touch small fish, but Cui Yao was very different from them. He was always steady, polite, and treated people as if they were adults. In addition, he had learned hundreds of articles and could express his eloquence. He was praised as a child prodigy in the court, and gave him a nickname "Xiao Cui", which really made Cui Yuan proud. He also invited the great scholars of Qi and Lu to train him carefully.

At this moment, the right prime minister of the Tang Dynasty was sitting in the study outside reading, but his eyes were occasionally glancing at the Changsun who was sitting upright practicing calligraphy. His daughter was about to get married in ten days, and the grandson would accompany him in the future. He felt a sense of licking his baby, and he put down the book and walked slowly to his grandson. He saw that his calligraphy had improved again, with a round pen tip and tender pen strength, although his pen was immature, he also felt a little strong. He wrote Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Falling".

‘The bright moon rises on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time.’

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Cui Yuan was slightly stunned, "Yaoer, do you miss your parents?"

When Cui Yao saw his grandfather beside him, he quickly put down his pen and bowed and said, "Yaoer misses his younger brother a little, and I don't know if his studies are going well?"

Cui Yuan stroked his beard gently and nodded. His grandson spoke very implicitly. He was actually thinking about his parents. Indeed, his son was originally appointed as Taichangqing last year, and he always felt that he lacked generosity and would not allow him to enter Beijing. However, Pei Jun's eldest son Pei Mingkai has served as a doctor of the Ministry of Revenue, and his son has been a local official for ten years. This is indeed a bit unfair to him.

Cui Yuan sighed, 'Well, let's see if there are any good positions in the court this year. If you transfer your son to him, you should prepare to accept the position of head of the Cui family.'

Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps outside the door, as if someone was rushing towards him. Cui Yuan frowned. He had said that he would not allow anyone to disturb him, so why was there anyone not tactful?

"Master, Jingzhao Yin and Yuanshu, the Ministry of Rites, have urgent matters to ask for a meeting!"

Cui Yuan was stunned, "Has something big happened?"

He immediately ordered, "Come in quickly."

Before he could speak, his grandson Cui Yao quickly packed up his belongings and said obediently: "The grandson returned to his room to continue practicing calligraphy, and did not disturb his grandfather."

Cui Yuan gently stroked his head and smiled with relief: "Go! After writing the words, go find your aunt to help you take a look."

Not long after his grandson left, Jingzhao Yin Suzhen and Yuan Zai, the deputy director of the Ministry of Rites, rushed over.

"The Prime Minister, something big happened." Before Su Zhenren entered the door, his panic voice came over, "Jiang Huan, the Minister of Rites, was assassinated in front of the mansion."

Cui Yuan was stunned for a moment. After a while, he restrained the ecstasy in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "When is this? Who is the murderer? Can you catch it?"

"It's half an hour ago, we're late, and the murderer hasn't caught him." Su Zhen saw Cui Yuan's face gloomy, and he couldn't help but feel timid. He glanced at Yuan Zai, the deputy director of the Ministry of Rites behind him and said, "At that time, Yuan Lao was in the mansion of Minister Jiang, so the prime minister might as well ask him."

Cui Yuan turned his head and stared at Yuan Zai sternly. Yuan Zai is about forty years old and tall and fat, quite like Cui Yuan. He is an agile, elegant and active person. Although he knew that Su Zhen wanted to shirk responsibility, he didn't care. He should take on the responsibility of his superior.

Seeing him, Yuan Zai immediately stepped forward and bowed, "I reported to the Prime Minister, today I went to discuss with Mr. Jiang for the imperial examination venue. While waiting in his mansion, I suddenly heard someone shouting outside. I drove him out. I saw more than 20 people running outside the yard, all riding horses, and moving very quickly. My subordinate immediately asked some Mr. Jiang's family to report to the officials, and others protected the scene and did not allow idle people to come forward. My subordinates didn't know who sent the murderers?"

Cui Yuan suddenly remembered what Zhang Huan said to him while advising the farmer's residence. He smiled knowingly and immediately ordered: "Prepare the car! Go to Guangdefang."

After a moment, several carriages quickly drove towards Guangdefang under the escort of hundreds of cavalrymen. Cui Yuan sat in the carriage, thinking quickly about the impact of this matter in his mind.

Obviously, the timing of this incident was very clever. Just two days before the New Year's dynasty, Jiang Huan's death meant that the power structure that had just been balanced had turbulence again. The first thing that suffered huge losses was Wei Yan. He finally got the Ministry of Rites. He just publicly announced three days ago that his eldest son would marry Jiang Huan's daughter on the 20th of this month. In this way, the Ministry of Rites was thrown away and he could no longer regret the marriage.

Cui Yuan couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile on his face. He could imagine Wei Er's anger and regret. This incident also reminded him from one side that his daughter Cui Ning's marriage should not be announced so anxiously to prevent any further accidents. Since Zhang Huan is so ruthless, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not attack his daughter again.

Although he was very satisfied with Jiang Huan's death, he would not thank Zhang Huan for this. The reason why Zhang Huan chose to attack him today was obviously to blame him. Indeed, one of the biggest benefits of Jiang Huan's death was himself. It had nothing to do with him, Zhang Huan, and Wei Yan would think that it was his own actions no matter what.

What Wei Yan thought about Cui Yuan didn't care. What he cared about was the position of Minister of Rites. Since Jiang Huan was dead, how to fill the gap left by him was something he needed to consider. Of course, he also knew that Pei Jun would not let go of this opportunity.

Cui Yuan shook gently in the carriage with his eyes closed. It was very suitable for his son to be the Minister of Rites and his qualifications were also in line with his qualifications. At this moment, Cui Yuan made up his mind to get the position of Minister of Rites no matter what.

The carriage drove into Guangdefang, and nearly a thousand soldiers from Qianniu Guards had already put the Guangdefang in a tight guard. Cui Yuan saw Wei Er's carriage parked in front of the Jiang Mansion from a distance. He snorted coldly and said to himself: "It's coming very quickly!"

At the crime scene, dozens of officials from Chang'an County, the Censorate, the Ministry of Justice, and Dali Temple were busy nervously. Jiang Huan's body had been carried back to the mansion by his family, leaving only the overturned carriage and blood clots condensed into ice.

"The Prime Minister is here!" Someone shouted, and everyone stood up and consciously went to the side. Cui Yuan strode forward. He looked at the scene and asked Wang Zidong, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and said, "What clues can be found?"

As soon as Wang Zidong waved his hand, a servant immediately brought a tray with a blue dagger and a few wolf-toothed arrows on it. He half-kneeled in front of Cui Yuan and raised the plate high.

Wang Zidong pointed to the sword and said, "Report to the Prime Minister, it was this poison-tempered short sword that killed Mr. Jiang. His subordinates specially sent someone to check it. The sword is an ordinary product sold in ordinary weapons shops. The poison on the sword is also very ordinary, and there are no clues. However, the person who started the attack was very skilled in martial arts and can be investigated. Please come with me, Prime Minister."

He walked between the carriage and a courtyard wall, pointed to the tree beside the courtyard wall and said, "The person who started was to jump from this tree with the help of branches to the carriage three meters away. He was very energetic, but he could still stand, which was incredible."

He came to the overturned carriage again, pointed to a one-foot-width hole on the roof of the carriage and said to Cui Yuan: "Prime Minister, please look again. This person actually used a sharp blade to spun such a big hole on the iron sheet. Not to mention the sharpness of the blade, even this arm strength is really terrible. My subordinates thought this was the only clue. Among the martial artists who were preparing to file in the government, they might gain something."

Cui Yuan smiled. There were so many warriors in the world who had not registered in the government. Investigating this way was like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, he didn't say much. He glanced at the scene and saw that the highest-ranking person who came was just a second-rank official, he immediately said angrily: "Transfer the order from the original minister, this case is the largest case this year. I ordered the Ministry of Justice to take the lead, and the Minister of Justice, the Minister of the Dali Temple, and the Chief Censor of the Censor to hold the Grand Third Division to be tried, and ordered the three of them to arrive at the scene immediately!"

This is a question of attitude. Even if no results are found, it should be shown that Cui Yuan attaches great importance to the case and give an explanation to the living.

"Pei Xiangguo is here!" Someone shouted lowly beside him, and some officials who had just surrounded him immediately went to the side to make way. He saw a carriage slowly coming under the strict protection of nearly a hundred guards. It was Pei Jun's carriage.

Pei Jun was preparing a family dinner to welcome his daughter and son-in-law tonight when he suddenly received news that Jiang Huan was assassinated. He immediately realized the importance of the matter. Like Cui Yuan, his first reaction was to get the opportunity to return to the Ministry of Etiquette.

Among the six ministries of the Shangshu Province, Cui Yuan has already occupied three, while Pei Jun has only the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works. The Ministry of Rites should belong to him Pei Jun. He even thought about the candidate for the new Minister of Rites. Fang Xiu, the son of the former Minister of Rites, was once the doctor of the Ministry of Rites under the Ministry of Rites. He is currently the Minister of Water Supervision, which is the most suitable one.

However, power distribution is not about sharing candy for children. It is as simple as you and me. It requires the comparison of strength and the struggle between each other, and even the interests need to be exchanged for interests.

Pei Jun got off the carriage, and Cui Yuan immediately went up to meet him, "Pei Prime Minister, I have ordered the Grand Third Department to try this case, and I hope it will not affect the dynasty in the future."

Pei Jun glanced at the tragic situation of the carriage and frowned: "Chao Suanguo is very thoughtful, Pei Jun admires it very much, but I have another suggestion, I hope Choi Suanguo can agree."

Just as local document exchanges between countries need to be verbatim, dialogues between senior officials also need to be very cautious. This is not just a matter of level, but also mainly because it cannot create ambiguity, which makes the other party embarrassed or be caught by the other party. Therefore, when Cui Yuan heard Pei Jun say something about a proposal, not a proposal, that is, what he was going to say has nothing to do with the successor of the Minister of Rites, he happily said: "Pei Prime Minister, but it's okay!"

Pei Jun sighed and said, "The last time Cui Xiangguo was assassinated was left unresolved. Now the Minister of Rites was assassinated again. It seems that the officials of my Tang Dynasty are already facing personal threats, so I suggest that all officials of the fifth rank and above are allowed to be escorted by the rank and determine the number of guards according to the rank. This fee will be paid as a special expense for the court and will be paid in the form of a monthly salary. What does Cui Xiangguo think?"

Cui Yuan nodded, "Pei Xiang suggested that it coincide with me, and I have this idea, and the assassination wind must not be encouraged!"

While speaking, they walked towards Jiang Huan's mansion. When they reached the door, Mrs. Jiang Huan had heard the news and took her two sons out of the mansion to greet her. Wei Yan, who had arrived first, was following behind. He barely pointed to Pei Jun, saying hello, but when he saw Cui Yuan, his face immediately became gloomy, he snorted heavily, and turned his head to the side.

"Two prime ministers, we have to make the decision for my master!" Mrs. Jiang knelt in front of Cui Pei and her two cry loudly, and the two sons behind her also knelt down and wiped their tears.

Cui Yuan sighed, quickly helped her up and comforted her: "This case is the most important case this year. I will definitely give my wife an explanation, but since she is dead, I would like to mourn her on the day."

Mrs. Jiang continued to cry, "I'm sorry, my master is loyal to the country all his life, but he is clean and has no money in the family. How can we orphans and widows survive in the future!"

Cui Yuan and Pei Jun looked at each other. Jiang Huan's Yongye Land had at least one or two hundred acres of land. He had worked in the wealthy Hedong County for many years. He had a rich salary. How could he have no money in the family? This was obviously asking for a favorable official for his son!

The two looked at each other and nodded, Cui Yuan said in a deep voice: "Shilarious Minister Jiang died for the country, so the court will naturally not treat his descendants unfairly. Today, I will make a decision without authorization and promise to make exceptions to his two sons and do it according to the specifications of the sons of the Shangshu. How can this be good, Mrs.?"

Mrs. Jiang's crying gradually became less and she quickly turned around and pulled her two sons and ordered them to kowtow, "You must be loyal to the country and remember the kindness of the two prime ministers today."

Both sons were in their early twenties and were very well-behaved. They quickly kowtowed to the two prime ministers to thank them. Pei Jun pulled them up, glanced at Wei Yan for a brief glance, and then told them: "Do not delay your father's funeral, and your sister's marriage. You must do it solemnly, so that your father can rest in peace in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!