Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun had not returned yet, so Lin Jingmo waited in the back hall for half an hour before he saw the real person.
"I went to Da Zongzheng's house."
Zhang Jun didn't hide anything from Lin Jingmo. "The documents sent to the Privy Council today include not only the major imperial edicts, but also some minor documents. One of them is the commendation for the martyrdom of Zhao Bufan, the eldest son of the Grand Master of the Imperial Clan... It's not appropriate to read it out in person in the secret room."
Lin Jingmo understood for a moment, and then asked again, "Zhao Bufan is the heir to the throne, and the Grand Master is an important official in the court, and the prestige of the royal family is tied to him. He must have received special grace, right?"
"Of course." Zhang Jun took the tea brought by the maid, took a sip, and waved his hand to signal the others to leave. "The succession of titles is allowed for three generations without reduction, and according to the official instructions, the Grand Master may be given the title of Prince of a County, but he will not be among the military officials who will be crowned as Princes this time..."
"It seems too heavy again." Lin Jingmo thought.
"It is a bit heavy, but there is a reason for it." Zhang Jun explained seriously. "I heard from the messenger about the deeds on the front line that Zhao Bufan died to save Qu Duan, the Prince of Zhenrong... The Imperial Camp Cavalry suffered heavy casualties this time, and Qu Duan was deeply shocked. He even privately declined the suggestion of bestowing a banner. If Qu Duan didn't want it, it would also be bad for Wang De and Wang Yan... And Zhao Bufan is a close relative of the royal family, so it is only right to use him as an example."
At this point, Zhang Jun sighed slightly: "I originally thought that the family of the Grand Master would be too sad, but after staying in his house for a while, I realized that although they are sad, they are also somewhat heroic... According to the Grand Master's words, the national crisis has come to this point, and it is over in one day. It is a good death. It is painful and regrettable, sad and heroic... A real man should be like this."
Lin Jingmo did not indulge the other party and shook his head directly: "The country is prosperous in both civil and military affairs, and each performs their duties. Zhao Bufan died for a good cause, but as the general manager of the West Palace, it would be a bit ridiculous if you regret not being able to emulate Zhuge Wuhou at this point."
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Zhang Jun was a little embarrassed and immediately solemnized his expression. "Minister Lin came to see me so late at night, he must have something to teach me, right?"
"I didn't say anything specific. It's just that I'm on duty at the Secret Chamber today and I'm alone, so I feel emotional."
"What kind of emotion?"
“People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes; it is impossible to have everything in life.” Lin Jingmo sighed in response.
Zhang Jun was slightly startled, then immediately laughed: "Shouldn't we tell anyone about this beautiful scenery? Ten years of hard work have finally brought us to this day. The shame of Jingkang has been wiped out in one battle. Even if there are some sacrifices, it is inappropriate. After all, it is a great achievement for thousands of families. Let's enjoy it and cherish it."
"Both of them seem contradictory, but it's actually human nature." Lin Jingmo also laughed. "Just like the great patriarch's sorrow and majesty, and just like everyone in the secret cabinet today admires the Eighteenth Prince, there is no contradiction."
"That's true." Zhang Jun became more relaxed. "Then what happened to make you so 'up and down'?"
"I'm thinking about something." Lin Jingmo answered calmly, smiling. "Sir, after this war, how should the court and the emperor get along?"
Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, but immediately shook his head: "The court is the emperor, and the emperor is the court."
"Is that really the case?" Lin Jingmo asked calmly. "Even if that's the case, the power is wasted in two places, and the relationship between the emperor and his subjects is alienated? You must know that the court respects and fears the emperor, and this is not contradictory."
Zhang Jun was speechless for a moment.
Zhang Deyuan knew very well that it was very common for Lin Jingmo to have such thoughts. Many things in the secret cabinet today could not avoid the issue of the emperor and Tokyo. The essence of this problem was that Emperor Zhao had not returned to the capital for several years since he inspected the southeast. Even before that, during the many years of repeated expeditions, Emperor Zhao was often not in Tokyo, so most of the political affairs were entrusted to the secret cabinet composed of the two governments, six ministries and five supervisors.
Even further, perhaps because it was difficult to be distracted by military needs, Emperor Zhao rarely interfered with the bureaucratic system except on specific issues even when he was in Tokyo.
As a result, the highest administrative power has actually been divided into two for a long time. Today's obscure discussion on the administrative power, appointment power, and reception power in the Mesopotamian region, including the desire of some people to run to the emperor, is essentially about this issue.
Of course, unlike many people who have been secretly worried that there would be discord between the two sides, this seemingly dangerous system has actually been functioning properly for the ten years of Jianyan.
The reason is very simple. First of all, Tokyo obtained the power authorization from Emperor Zhao, and the legal basis is Zhang Jun's saying "The court is the emperor, and the emperor is the court". In addition, the emperor has been winning battles abroad and working hard at home, and his reputation is outstanding.
Of course, the most important point is that the military power is in your hands, and the more you hold it, the more stable it becomes.
Therefore, the Tokyo bureaucracy, or what Lin Jingmo called the imperial court, had no ability to resist in front of that official, from the inside to the outside, from the essence to the surface. It was truly "you can only take what I give you."
After the Battle of Huolu, it is entirely conceivable that this kind of dominance would continue until a certain official died.
But let's get back to the point. At the same time, the bureaucracy is made up of a bunch of real people, and seeking power and the security of power is a natural pursuit... The king and his subjects, the upper and the lower, thousands of years of tricks are destined to be confusing.
"Minister Lin, you and I are both the emperor's confidants, and you are one of the emperor's closest ministers." Zhang Jun was silent for a while, and finally pointed out a fact.
"But we are also important officials of the country." Lin Jingmo responded calmly. "As someone who holds two powers, we should be prepared for danger in times of peace and consider the government and the court as early as possible to avoid chaos in the future."
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