Spring goes and autumn comes. In a blink of an eye, Li Shimin has been dead for two years.

Since Qin Hao and Changsun Wuji agreed two years ago, the Tang Dynasty's world has finally stabilized. The merchants and the wealthy families in various places have gained some benefits. Although the aristocratic families in Guanzhong have watched them grow stronger, they have at least firmly controlled the rights of the guards. Moreover, the quota given up by the imperial examination is within the scope of acceptance. In general, this is a result that neither party is very satisfied with, but can accept it.

Politics is the art of compromise.

Correspondingly, the country's economy has naturally flourished in the past two years, and the lives of the people have also reached a higher level, so these have naturally become Qin Hao's main achievements.

In an era where there is no curfew, everyone does business, and the free land transfer is no matter how you look like it has come to the Song Dynasty. Although Changsun Wuji and other Guanzhong Gangs controlled the Shangshu Province and the six ministries and nine ministers' yamen, the implementation of the new policy was not very smooth, but it was finally better than nothing. The revolution had not been successful yet, so do comrades still need to work hard?

However, in the past two years, Qin Hao and Changsun Wuji have not made any big moves. They are now talking and laughing, just like two old friends, as if everything has returned to the Zhenguan Dynasty, and they have almost never blushed.

The whole world knows the reason. No matter what dynasty, scholars only have one word when facing eunuchs: retort!

Do conflicts within the people always compromise with external contradictions?

Zhang Chun, the official in charge, was also very depressed. He was pitiful. He did nothing in the past two years. Now there was no one in the court who was willing to listen to him, and no wings grew. He was a bald eagle, who looked like a mascot in the political affairs hall every day. But these two priests were both twelve minutes away from him. Which courtier dared to say more to him. Even if he showed a smile, the two prime ministers would join forces to deal with him. In fact, it would even be a serious news that the reputation of a castrated dog was heard. Zhu Zi was so scared that he was like hiding from the plague god when he saw him.

In this regard, Zhang Chun felt that he had not been angry to death yet, and he must be in good health.

But it doesn't matter. He is waiting. He believes that Qin Hao and Changsun Wuji will break up sooner or later. As long as he continues to be so harmless, there will always be one of the two who is impatient first. He is a eunuch who serves people. He doesn't believe that he will lose to the two prime ministers more than patience.

On this day, Qin Hao once again called a meeting between the Political Affairs Hall when it was approaching dusk.

Zhang Chun, who had just served Li Chengqian, was so tired that he was half-tired after sleeping, cursing in his heart, but he had to grit his teeth and insist on rushing to the Political Affairs Hall with red eyes. Although he has never had his ears and mouths in meetings for two years, this did not prevent him from being absent from rain or rain.

When he arrived at the Political Affairs Hall, the other prime ministers had already sat upright, and the head of Qin Hao was still the leader, followed by Changsun Wuji, and Tang Jian was empty. The old man had never come here at all. Later on, he was his seat. Although he had hardly expressed any opinions in the Political Affairs Hall, it meant that the saint was sitting here.

Qin Hao politely greeted: "Official official, can the saint's holy body be healthy?"

Zhang Chun smiled and said, "I am quite good to ask the two prime ministers. I am so obedient. Tonight, the saint ate two bowls of fish fillet porridge, but I was not energetic and went to bed early."

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

Over the past two years, Li Chengqian's condition has continued to worsen. It is becoming more and more difficult for Qin Hao to see him now. At the beginning, he could see him two or three times a week, but now he may not be able to see him for a while. All the oral orders were conveyed through Zhang Chunlai, which is somewhat uneasy.

Qin Hao knew that now all forces were waiting for Li Chengqian to die. His health has been getting worse and worse in the past six months. Although he was not as miserable as before Li Shimin died, his eyes were completely ineffective. Even Qin Hao could not recognize him three meters away. He was confused when he did a little serious work. He couldn't eat much food. He was skinny and bone-skinned. It was useless for the imperial chef to change his flowers.

No one can say how long it will last for such a body, and it is not uncommon to die tomorrow. However, if you keep it well, it is not impossible to live for another 10 or 20 years. In history, Li Zhi has been paralyzed for twenty years and still lived well. Is it just that his wife stole the authority?

Since everyone has arrived, the meeting will naturally start. Qin Hao is still used to ordering Changsun Chong to send all the copied edicts first, so that the rest of the prime minister can discuss while looking at the text materials. This is a habit in later generations and cannot be changed.

This has a particularly great advantage, that is, no matter what content he wants to say at a meeting, Changsun Chong will know first, and he can make preparations with Changsun Wuji in advance, which is more conducive to the harmony between the two of them. Contents with relatively large differences will be resolved before the meeting. This is also the reason why the Zhengshi Hall rarely quarrels in the past two years.

"Dear Prime Ministers, let's look at the first one first. Lord Tang is seriously ill. I think you should have seen him. After all, he is an old minister of the three dynasties and has worked hard and made great contributions. The court naturally needs to express his feelings. I have made a detailed list of all the reward materials. Needless to say, his eldest son inherited his title. As for the second son... I mean to be in the Secretary's Second Supervision Bureau. I wonder what you guys want to do?"

Zhang Chun's mouth twitched, and his eyes were staring at Changsun Wuji with bright eyes, hoping that the prime minister of the Shangshu Province could stand up and say something. After all, when Fang Xuanling died, his two sons would at most be granted a noble position like the Sanqi Changshi, who had a high position and low power. This secretary and young supervisor were at least in the fourth-rank purple robe, and he had real power positions! Do these prime ministers dare to have a little more obvious private mutual gift?

Unfortunately, Changsun Wuji said without thinking: "It should be that Brother Tang devoted his whole life to the Tang Dynasty, and he should also let him see his descendants' wealth before his death."

Qin Hao nodded and asked Zhang Chun, "What does the official mean?"

Zhang Chun smiled bitterly, "You and Changsun Wuji both gave this matter and asked me a ball?" Of course I don't agree, but I have an egg to speak!"

He had to say, "I am just a slave. I'll just bring two ears to the saint. Since both prime ministers think it's so good, I think it's safe."

Qin Hao smiled with satisfaction and asked, "Is anyone else who has any objections?"

Obviously, no, this matter is settled.

"Duke Zhao, Lord Tang must be unable to get over it. Look at the position of Shizhong..."

"Dai Zhide, the commander of the army was also a magistrate and a doctor, so he will be responsible for the power for the time being."

"Duke Zhao is really a mature and conspiring country. I mean that too. Do others have any opinions? The high-ranking official?"

Zhang Chun was almost pinching his fingernails into his flesh, and he forced himself to smile and said, "After all, he is the prime minister of the three provinces. Why don't you think about it anymore? Wait until the old slave goes back to ask the saint what he meant?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Okay, then, do you have any other candidates for the official?"

Zhang Chun's smile froze on his face, unable to say a word.

Qin Hao asked again: "Where are other people? Apart from Dai Zhide, are there anyone else you want to recommend? Do you want to speak freely?"

Zhang Chun glanced around with expectant eyes, but nothing.

"Official official?"

"Haha, I'm just a messenger. I guess eight out of ten, and the saint won't have any objections."

After waiting for a while, no one really had any objections. Qin Hao said, "Well, that's fine, then let's make the decision like this. Please look at the second draft edict. This is also the reason why I summon you here so late. Let's discuss it. Pei Xingjian, I'm back." ()

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