So he found the newly revised criminal code and asked others to collect many strange stories such as "Records of Ten Continents" and "Miscellaneous Records of Youyang". Late at night, he listened to the man's breathing and counted the sentences in the criminal code for the evil spirits hidden in the emperor's body and those who knew about it but did not report it.
Witchcraft, nightmare, regicide, treason... the principal offender and the accomplices will probably be punished with more than just death or exile three thousand miles away.
He always suppressed these thoughts in his heart, refusing to let bizarre fantasies and fears invade his daytime. But the situation was pressing, and the emperor Fang Zhongjun medicine in his comatose palace was known to strengthen the body and eliminate evil.
So, who is right and who is wrong?
Who...is worthy of being your king?
And the main medicine just happened to contain the herb Duhuo - he lowered his eyes slightly, unwilling to continue staring at the light brown tuberous root on the scale whose name alone made him feel uneasy, but he didn't dare to really let it out of his sight.
If only one person is alive, who should live?
He knows his own mind.
The long process of selecting and weighing medicinal materials was finally over. The doctor of the Imperial Pharmacy had turned around and was escorted by a squad leader to the direction of the medicine decoction room. Yang Yizhong nodded to the other squad leaders who were holding the weighed medicinal materials and waiting for his instructions, and motioned them to follow. He also stood up, but before heading to the medicine decoction room, he gave a deep order to one of the two trusted commanders who were also waiting for his orders.
"Keep an eye on the Pan family. Report any unusual movements immediately."
The commander nodded respectfully and left after receiving the order.
But of course he knew the other party's true thoughts - if it was an ordinary family, the son's illness had not yet been cured, but the attendants were trying to offend the doctor who came to treat him. Then there would be relatives and friends who would come out and say nice things to smooth things over. Besides, the doctor was his cheap father-in-law, and even though the attendants of the yamen served him every day, how could they compare to the soft jade and warm fragrance of the bed with him.
Another trusted commander who was sent out by him to investigate two days ago but found nothing had already advised him openly: "The commander is loyal and dedicated to the country, and I admire him. But after all, the relationship cannot be separated, and Doctor Pan is the father of the imperial concubine. The commander's favor is unmatched, but this is just my humble opinion. No matter how much favor the emperor has, if he offends the nobles in the palace, after years and months, his bedside..."
He still remembered that the man looked at his expressionless face and began to stammer. His words of accusation against the emperor gradually died down, and in the end he spoke in a panic: "I spoke nonsense. Your Majesty is wise and would not do this. I am confused, but I am loyal to you and the commander. Heaven can bear witness to that..."
He sternly reprimanded the other party for a quarter of an hour, blaming him for the righteousness between the monarch and his subjects, and finally said a few words of consolation, which was considered to appease the most trusted commander under his command. Turning back, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Thinking of the word "pillow", he felt indescribable absurdity. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be glad that his true relationship with that person was well hidden from the Imperial City Bureau, or whether he should be completely desperate about the judgment ability of his most trusted subordinate.
However, with the previous experience as a lesson, no one tried to persuade him to change his mind. The Imperial City Department only admired and praised him - Yang Tongzhi was loyal, fearless of the powerful relatives, and willing to sacrifice his life for the country. He was a role model for our generation. After the news spread, Li Guang, Ma Shen and others who usually regarded him as a lackey had a more complicated look at him these days - although the censors had submitted a petition to the Imperial City Department to behead him for disturbing the people, they were more urgent.
He understood that it was the duty of a minister who was loyal to the country.
In later dramas, that man would be a wise and brave official, the ministers and censors in the Golden Palace would be all loyal and good men, Han, Yue, Li, and Zhang would be as powerful as the emperor, and he, the treacherous villain, must have been played by someone with a white face.
Under the stage, most scoundrels would inevitably make a few remarks of laughter and scolding, and the moralists would not hesitate to sigh a few times, lamenting that the unworthy descendants of Yang Yizhong had disgraced the family name of the old general's ancestors.
He understands it all.
He cared.
He was even jealous.
Yue Fei and Yue Pengju. At first, he had some absurd guesses, but soon realized that his guesses were not to be taken seriously. But that man was surprisingly trusting of the Hebei farmer. The first person he asked after falling into the well was the other party, and he risked his life and property in Changsha, Yanling. Later, Yang Yizhong took advantage of the fate of serving the country with loyalty and carefully observed Yue Pengju, and tried to get close to this general who was most favored by the emperor. And the other party also reciprocated and took the initiative to talk about the experience of cooperating in the suppression of Li Cheng. Obviously, he also wanted to make friends with him, a close minister of the emperor. Although he understood that this person was serious and cautious in nature and was by no means a smooth and flattering person after just a few words, he still felt a little inexplicably disappointed and unfair.
Later, the reports from the Imperial City Division on his desk piled up more and more, and Yue Jiedu's reputation for military management spread more and more widely. The emperor trusted him more and more. After destroying the Xia Dynasty, he almost gave in. However, after the emperor's river inspection last year, he listened to Liu Yan, who was accompanying him, telling his experience in a few words. He also brought a handwritten letter from Zhang Jun. He pieced together the truth from Liu Yan's embarrassed look and the implicit complaints in his old boss's letter. On the third day after receiving the letter, he couldn't help it and violated the rules he set for himself again. He advised the man to think twice on a night when he should never mention political affairs, and even prepared to be asked again, "Do you want to be a wise minister?"
But what was unexpected and yet within his expectation was that the man didn't care at all, and didn't even notice that there was anything different about what Yang Yizhong mentioned this time. He just treated it as a casual chat as usual, and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. He talked about Yue Pengju and his army like a child showing off his favorite toys. After he finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed and instead asked him what his ideal army should look like.
"If we follow orders and enforce discipline, we will surely win." He hesitated for a moment, and while he was disgusted with himself for using his understanding of the man to deliberately elicit a response from him, he gave a boring and conventional answer.
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