Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Since becoming a court ambassador, Hong Xiu has her own mansion. It was originally a mansion for a small official. Although it is not big, it has a small courtyard inside. The small official once liked this, but now it is cheaper for her.

But after she moved here, she handed out a lot of invitations, but only Zhou Qiuniang and her subordinates were willing to come.

None of the male officials were invited.

"Because they think I'm a scumbag, and I'm in charge of the cheapest people." Zhou Qiuniang and Hongsiu said with a smile, "You are different, you can go up to the face of the saint, you can speak in front of a hundred officials. Official."

Hong Xiu looked at Zhou Qiuniang. She didn’t even know this woman. She remembered that Zhou Qiuniang was a weak woman. This weakness refers not only to her appearance, but also to her soul. She is born to be a person who needs to be protected, but now Look again, she can no longer see the shadow of that person.

Zhou Qiuniang changed her face and became another person.

Got better.

Hongxiu's expressionless face made her look a little serious: "I know."

The sage told her that it was precisely because she was able to go to court that she would be ignored by the officials.

She can only rely on herself, not even the Holy Spirit can provide her with more help.

Red sleeve raised his chin: "I'm not afraid."

From the time she chose to leave Taizhou for Anfeng, she didn't know what she was afraid of.

Zhou Qiuniang smiled and said, "Tell them to serve wine and some side dishes."

The servants quickly brought warm wine and side dishes. These servants were hired by Hongxiu, who mostly hired women.

Zhou Qiuniang asked her: "What does the Metropolitan Procuratorate do?"

Everyone is investigating now, after all, there was no news before.

What functions and powers this new institution possesses remains a mystery.

The officials felt that only Lin Yuan and Hong Xiu knew.

Hong Xiu shook his head: "I don't know. I'm afraid we won't know until the Metropolitan Procuratorate is actually erected."

Zhou Qiuniang smiled and looked at her: "The same women must be each other's arms. Why should Sister Wu hide and tuck me? Is she underestimating me but doing slavish labor?"

Hong Xiu had no surname. She found a surname for herself. She remembered the surname of a kind-hearted man she met when she was young, so she also named Wu.

Hong Xiu smiled and said, "Master Zhou is no longer in charge now. If you want to, you should know what you can ask and what you can't ask."

Zhou Qiuniang's mouth twitched slightly: "This official is thinking...Wu Yuan's envoy will always need some help when he first enters the court?"

Red sleeves cold face: "What is help?"

Zhou Qiuniang: "Although the lower officials only take care of the trivial matters of the people, there are many..."

Red sleeves: "Speak carefully!"

Zhou Qiuniang was stunned.

Hong Xiu sneered and said: "Your Majesty has followed your Majesty for so long, and you should know what your Majesty is most taboo."

The most taboo is to form a party for private purposes.

Zhou Qiuniang also lost his expression. The two sat facing each other. Zhou Qiuniang looked at the red sleeves: "Master Wu hasn't been here today."

After that, Zhou Qiuniang stood up.

Red sleeves still sitting: "No."

Before leaving, Zhou Qiuniang turned her head and looked at her red sleeve.

After spending so long in Anfeng, she stretched out her hand, why didn't she hold the red sleeve?

Zhou Qiuniang strode away, she couldn't see through the red sleeves anymore.

In other words, before Hong Xiu went to Anfeng, she couldn't see through this person.

Does the red sleeve have the right to desire?

Zhou Qiuniang laughed at herself.

The answer is unquestionable, if there is no desire for power, why bother to accept your majesty’s appointment at the expense of the world?

How difficult is it to establish a foothold in the court as a woman?

Since she is unwilling to accept her own help, she waits to see how she stands.

Hong Xiu finished his last glass of warm wine.

She leaned back in the chair and looked up.

"The recent days are so good..."

Soon, Lin Yuan appointed Zheng Qingfeng again as Zuodu Yushi of the Superintendent of the Superintendent, the second grade.

Only then was there a great uproar in the hall, even surpassing when Lin Yuan appointed Red Sleeve.

Zheng Qingfeng accepted it without any excuse.

But he himself didn't expect it to be a positive second grade.

This told him to forcefully suppress his excitement.

Lin Yuan sat on the dragon chair and said with a smile: "The officials have been inquiring for a long time in private, but have they found out what the Metropolitan Procuratorate does?"

Baiguan knelt down quickly: "Weichen dare not!"

Lin Yuan smiled but didn't smile: "Do you dare not inquire in private, or do you dare not admit that you inquire in private?"

Baiguan dare not speak.

They all know that the majesty who sits on the dragon chair now is not the king of kindness.

Perhaps your Majesty has a benevolent side, but this side is only for the people and officials who have never done anything wrong.

He has never relented in killing an official.

Lin Yuan asked again: "What? No one can answer this question?"

Or Song Shizhao knelt on the ground and said: "The emperor calms down!"

Baiguan followed: "The emperor calms down his anger!"

Lin Yuan: "All the princes should be flat. After all, you are so powerful, so I dare not be an enemy of the ministers in this house."

Baiguan didn't even dare to move.

They have just spoken together, and they may not have the idea of ​​being overwhelming.

With so many officials opposing together, Your Majesty should reconsider and think twice.

So they can find out more information.

Above the court, the officials and the emperor were themselves restraining each other.

Between monarchs and ministers, like husbands and wives, even if they share common interests, they must be distinguished from strengths and weaknesses.

Officials are wives, emperors are husbands, and husbands are more powerful, but the world is not without examples where wives are stronger than husbands.

In the same way, officials may overpower the emperor.

Wasn't it the same in every previous dynasty?

The most recent is Liu Futong from Anfeng, or Tutuo who just killed his uncle.

If an official can't be the emperor, then he will be the emperor.

Seek greater power and benefits at once.

Lin Yuan understands this truth.

Even if he kills all these officials, he still has to promote new officials, which is still endless reincarnation.

This is not to blame the officials, but the emperor's weakness.

The expression on Lin Yuan's face did not change: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate can supervise the six departments, act on trivial matters and make decisive decisions on major matters."

All officials are stupid.

Although this Metropolitan Procuratorate does not care about people's livelihood, it has six supervision departments...no, not just six...

Such a new institution...

This is a hand of your majesty, doing everything for your majesty.

Lin Yuan said again: "Are you not satisfied?"

Baiguanshan dare not call.

Lin Yuan: "If this is the case, then there is no objection, Zheng Qing, I will leave it to you at the Procuratorate. If there is a mistake, you will not escape the blame. Would you like to go?"

Zheng Qingfeng knelt down: "Weichen, thank the Lord Longen, never give up!"

Zheng Qingfeng just took up his post. Although his subordinate only had a red sleeve, the two of them quickly started walking.

Hongxiu is the ambassador, and she also knows the powers of this official position.

She is responsible for communication. If an official is found to be violating the law, then she is in contact with the official's department.

Hong Xiu was to offend people, but it was also equivalent to the facade of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. The power in her hand was not big or not small.

Chaotang's attention on her shifted to Zheng Qingfeng.

Zheng Qingfeng had always acted like a pure minister before, not walking with any officials, and staying at home except for his own affairs.

The officials felt that he was either pretending to be a true loyal minister, and he was loyal to a near stupid level.

But now they have to keep flattering him.

Even for the red sleeves, many invitations were obviously sent out before and no one came to celebrate. Now the invitations are not sent again, but the gifts are coming continuously.

The servants complained to Hong Xiu: "There is not enough manpower."

Hong Xiu smiled and said, "Then you will be tired, and those who can will work harder."

The servant sighed, "You don't want to hire more servants?"

Hong Xiu shook his head: "It was okay to hire before, but if I go now, I don’t know whose minions are. What's more, money can help me. I’m afraid someone is buying servants in my house these days. I pay attention."

The servant sighed: "I don't want to be today, I still have to watch my words and colors."

Hong Xiu smiled and said, "Sister, don't be angry. You can take whatever you like in those gifts."

The servant glared at her: "Only use those things to coax me."

Hong Xiu sighed: "The former sister..."

Servant: "Okay! I see! Don't nag anymore!"

The servant was originally in the brothel with Hong Xiu. She was ten years older than Hong Xiu. When Hong Xiu was bought into the brothel, she was the pillar of the house. She was the oiran that countless people spent all their money in.

Then Hongxiu is getting older year by year, and she is coming year after year.

When Hong Xiu was ten years old, his servant was redeemed from the brothel by a wealthy businessman.

Within two years, the wealthy businessman died, and she was driven out by the wealthy businessman's wife.

The servants at that time had been tossed out of color.

She returned to the brothel, but she couldn't pick up guests. Instead, she became a servant inside. She no longer had a fancy name. Everyone called her Grey Aunt. She would wipe every staircase and be sent to sect barrel.

The glorious days in the past were getting farther and farther away from her, but she never complained about others. Unlike the abducted girls like Hong Xiu, she escaped after the death of her parents and abused by her aunt, and then sold herself into the brothel.

So she can't regret it.

If she regrets it, her life will become a joke.

At that time... she didn't know how to live.

But she also trained a pair of sharp eyes, she has seen all kinds of people.

I also know how to tell if people are guilty, sad, angry, nauseous, or guilty.

Hong Xiu invited her over. Although she was a servant, she was more like a housekeeper, and Hong Xiu was the only one to serve her.

Aunt Hui mocked: "I'm a high official now. It's really unheard of for a woman to be an official."

Hongxiu smiled and looked at her, showing a little girlish attitude: "Sister is jealous of me?"

Aunt Hui said with disdain: "I'm not like you. I don't have to worry about someone buying people around me, and I don't have to worry about being murdered."

Red sleeves narrowed his smile.

Aunt Hui no longer ridicules, but solemnly asked: "Red sleeves, do you think about it?"

Hong Xiu also solemnly said: "Since I stepped into Anfeng... No, when I expressed my wishes to your majesty, I would never retreat."

"Sister, life is short, I just want to leave no regrets."