nashuaworldcup Chapter 242: Miscellaneous Matters of the Three Parties
Chapter 242: Miscellaneous Matters of the Three Parties
Murong Yin was so angry that she almost gritted her teeth. She had only been away for three years, but Gu Mingzhe had completely forgotten about her. Now he was even more in love with Princess Zhaohua.
This bitch must have been the one who seduced her, which is why her Gu Lang was so disregarding of his dignity. Even though he knew that becoming a prince consort would hinder his future, he was still so reckless.
Maybe, the so-called assassination in the hunting ground was also arranged by that bitch.
All for the sake of gaining Gu Lang's true heart.
Otherwise, why would she save Gu Lang when there are so many other people she can save?
She must have planned it in advance.
What a hateful woman, what despicable means she uses.
Murong Yin angrily twisted the orchid in the flowerbed beside her and crushed the leaves into pieces, just like she wanted to kill that lowly illegitimate daughter with her own hands at this moment.
"Come here, go check. This princess wants to know everything that has happened since Princess Zhaohua entered the palace!"
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at the same time.
In the palace.
Minister of Revenue Zhuo Yuan stood in the Qinzheng Hall, stiffening his neck and threatening to commit suicide.
Without even saying a word, His Majesty took out 300,000 taels from the national treasury to build a firearms bureau and directly allocated the money to an unknown little man named Lu Xingzhou.
He was also appointed as the Director of the Firearms Supervisory Commissioner.
A fourth-rank official position, directly at the same level as the Chief of the Military Equipment Supervisor.
It would be fine if he was just enthroned, but Lu Xingzhou couldn't see where the person was, as he neither attended court nor participated in court meetings.
Emperor Yong even refused to say what the Firearms Bureau was used for.
The Minister of Revenue had no choice but to do this since he could not argue with her.
Emperor Yong rubbed his brows and advised again, "My dear minister, I must have a reason for doing this, but it is not yet completed. Isn't this a good opportunity to tell you? This is my kingdom. Would I harm myself?"
"Your Majesty, the war on the front lines requires money, disaster relief for the three cities of Xiyan requires money, and construction projects everywhere require money. Money is needed everywhere. Your Majesty has withdrawn 300,000 taels for no reason. As the Minister of Revenue, can't I ask clearly where the money went?"
Zhuo Sen's face turned ashen, and he looked as if he would commit suicide if you didn't tell me.
Gu Xiangshang immediately stepped forward and said, "Minister Zhuo, this matter is extremely important. It concerns the battle situation on the front lines. The fewer people who know about it, the better. If one person accidentally leaks it, all nine clans will be wiped out. Do you really want to know?"
Minister of Revenue Zhuo Sen: ...
Zhuo Sen patted his official robe, then walked to his seat calmly, as if nothing had happened, and said calmly:
"Since Your Majesty has a reason for this, then let it be for now. However, I must say that as the Minister of Revenue, I am in charge of the treasury of the entire country and must serve all parties. Such things must never happen again in the future. Otherwise, there is no need for me to be the Minister of Revenue."
"Of course, of course!" Emperor Yong nodded. It was a good thing for each department to perform its duties, but this matter concerned the national system, so it was better to keep it secret.
After all, the Three Kingdoms' spies are everywhere. Although many of them have been cleared out, there are still some spies who are hidden very deeply and have not been discovered.
Now he didn't know how many people in the court were truly fighting for Dayong, and how many were bribed by the Three Kingdoms with huge sums of money?
Things are accomplished through secrets, and failure is revealed through words.
The fewer people who know about it, the better. As for those who go into the mountains to build, they are not allowed to return within three years and can only work for the authorities.
But Emperor Yong was still too early to be relieved.
The Minister of Revenue appeased him, but the Minister of Works Ning Yuanfeng began to argue again:
"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Works only has over 700 craftsmen, and your Majesty's son has transferred half of them. Many projects in the Ministry of Works have to be suspended."
"Your Majesty, I need a reason!"
Ning Yuanfeng stared at Emperor Yong with a sharp gaze, determined to get an explanation from him.
Emperor Yong looked away with a guilty look on his face. "Don't worry, my dear minister. The construction of the Firearms Bureau is imminent and we are in urgent need of manpower. I am just transferring them there temporarily..."
"A period of time? How long is that? One month? Three months? Or a year?" Ning Yuanfeng asked.
Emperor Yong was humiliated and had no choice but to relent. "How about this? I will issue an imperial decree to summon all the craftsmen in the country to the capital for examination. Those who pass will be awarded the rank of craftsman according to their grade and join the Ministry of Works. Is that okay?"
Ning Yuanfeng snorted coldly, but did not object.
What else can I do? Things have come to this point, so I can only find a way to recruit more skilled craftsmen.
What's more, with His Majesty personally issuing an order, the craftsmen will have a chance to come to the fore. I think those master craftsmen hiding in the mountains will also consider coming out into the world.
By then, their Ministry of Industry will be full of talented people.
"Your humble servant, thank you very much, Your Majesty!" Ning Yuanfeng bowed and saluted. The Minister of Revenue Zhuo Sen was also anxious, because their Ministry of Revenue also needed talents!
Especially at the end of each month and the end of each year, there are too few people who are proficient in mathematics that they need.
"Your Majesty!" Zhuo Sen looked anxious. Emperor Yong pressed his brows. All of them came to settle accounts with him.
But he couldn't get angry.
"After the Spring Examination, I will announce an edict that the next Spring Examination will include a mathematics subject. Those who are proficient in mathematics will also be eligible to compete in the Spring Examination. Is this a good idea?"
Zhuo Sen was delighted, but he also felt that if he missed this Spring Examination, he would have to wait another three years, which would delay a lot of things.
"Your Majesty, there are so many talented people in the world. Why not just add a mathematics department this time? Who would complain about not having enough talent?"
"Hmph...you'd like to think so. If it is added temporarily, then those who are truly proficient in it will be a little further away, and won't they miss out on important events in their lives?" Emperor Yong pondered.
Zhuo Sen was silent for a moment. Since the emperor had said so, he couldn't refute it. Anyway, he only had to wait for another three years. Starting from the next session, there would be candidates for the Ming Dynasty mathematics exam.
This may be a good thing for students who are not good at policy writing!
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As for Fang Ping, he had already arrived at the Imperial Guards camp.
The commander of the Imperial Guards, Qin Mo, was supposed to be on leave today, but he suddenly received a notice from Emperor Yong, asking him to take Fang Ping to select a few men from the Imperial Guards.
Qin Mo didn't know why a Hanlin scholar would choose the Imperial Guards. Could it be that he needed a few Imperial Guards to escort him, just like Princess Zhaohua?
If that's the case, then couldn't Emperor Yong just send a group of imperial guards?
Why should he choose?
These imperial guards are not cabbages that he can pick and choose.
Therefore, Qin Mo, who had a preconceived notion, did not feel a moment of joy at Fang Ping's arrival. Instead, he felt offended.
Because he really couldn't imagine why Lord Fang treated their imperial guards in this way?
Fang Ping walked into the Imperial Guards camp and saw that the Imperial Guards were lined up in neat formations, looking quite impressive. So after bowing, he spoke directly to Qin Mo:
"Commander Qin, I'll be frank. I need your help in selecting thirty-six imperial guardsmen who are at least five feet four inches tall and can sing!"
What?
What the hell?
Qin Mo scratched his ears with his fingers, trying to confirm what he had just heard.
Five feet four inches tall and can sing?
Can men sing?
What place are they in?
Qinlou and Chuguan?
This is simply a shame!