At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

Wen Yan had a lot of opinions and dislike for these Confucian scholars, because in addition to advising her to follow the old laws and calendar, they also often used saints to restrain her.

All these words "saints talk" ruined her good mood.

Wen Yan was very opposed to the establishment of Confucianism.

Because these sour Confucian scholars in the court are already annoying enough, and now we have to open Confucianism. In the future, more Confucian scholars will enter the court as officials, and they will talk nonsense all the time. It's enough to give me a headache just thinking about it.

Although Ren Hao also hates these sour Confucianists, Confucianism is exactly what he cannot do without.

"Your Majesty, if we can eliminate the dross in Confucianism, it will actually be of great benefit." Ren Hao said.

"What good can it be? It will make it easier for you to oppose me." Wen Yan asked with disgust.

"That's not the case." Ren Hao shook his head and gave Wen Yan examples of the benefits of Confucianism, using the words of sages to strengthen the idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor and the nation's overall identity and cohesion, as well as to reduce the crime rate among the people.

As for the dross in Confucianism, all of it was eliminated and only the essence was left.

"This is a good idea, but do you think Ma Qian would agree?" Wen Yan nodded.

"He will certainly agree."

“Even if he disagrees, the new Confucian scholars will agree.”

"After all, what does the old saying say, he who knows the times is a hero?" Ren Hao said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. Don't let me down." Wen Yan nodded and advised.

"Yes." Ren Hao bowed and left the Palace of Tranquil Longevity so as not to disturb the emperor's peaceful rest.

After coming out of Weiyang Palace, Ren Hao took a carriage to the Censorate.

Now that he is the Lower Censor, he must come to say hello to Censor Chen and Chief Censor Chen Tailiang.

His Majesty wants him to serve in the Censorate. In addition to taking over all the power of the Censorate, he also wants him to try previous wrongful and unjust cases and prepare to bring down Zhao Ping'an in one fell swoop.

"Master Si... Sikong, you... you are not dead."

When the inspector and commander Ban Liang saw Ren Hao, he was like seeing a ghost and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Why, do you really want me to die?" Ren Hao's mouth corners raised slightly.

"Ah, I...I didn't mean that." Ban Liang shook his head like a rattle, and told Ren Hao that during the time he was missing and his life or death was unknown, everyone mistakenly believed that he was dead.

"Who do you mean by everyone?" Ren Hao asked with a smile.

"Ah, this..." Ban Liang was speechless for a moment and dared not say anything.

However, Ren Hao guessed roughly what he was thinking by looking at his appearance.

Those who said that he was dead must be the young masters of the aristocratic families headed by Chen Tailiang.

"It's a pity that I didn't meet their expectations." Ren Hao sighed.

"what."

"Lord Sikong, what brings you here today?" Ban Liang quickly changed the subject.

"Captain Ban, I am no longer Lord Sikong." Ren Hao said halfway through his words and laughed.

what?

Isn’t he Lord Sikong?

Then why are you still so arrogant?

Ban Liang thought to himself that changing his expression was like turning the pages of a book.

When he was about to drive Ren Hao out of the Censorate on the grounds that no outsiders were allowed to enter, Ren Hao continued, "Although I am not the Minister of Revenue now, I am the Censor-in-Chief of your Censorate, and I am your direct superior."

The Censor-in-Chief?

Depend on.

Could you please finish your words at once?

Ban Liang secretly complained.

"Lord Prime Minister, please come in quickly and treat this place as your own home." Ban Liang made a gesture of invitation with an awkward smile, and was also glad that he didn't get angry just now.

"Where is your Lord Chancellor?" Ren Hao asked as they walked.

"Ah, he..." Ban Liang was speechless for a moment, and suddenly slapped his forehead.

It's too late to stop Ren Hao now.

Ren Hao walked to the Censorate and looked at Ban Liang again.

No wonder he would say that he treated the Censorate as his own home.

Chen Tailiang is indeed a dog that can't change its nature. How long has it been? He has treated the Imperial Censorate as the guest hall of his own mansion and called a group of noble sons to the hall to drink and have fun.

Seeing the dignified and solemn Censorate transformed into a brothel with singing and dancing, no matter whether it was Chen Tailiang sitting in the hall or the young men of the aristocratic families sitting in the hall, they all looked ugly and licentious with their arms and legs held.

It would be disastrous if people like this were to enter the court and become officials through the recommendation system.

Ren Hao walked to the front door of the hall and said with a cold smile: "Master Zhongcheng and all the young masters, you are so elegant. Aren't you afraid of causing trouble for your fathers again?"

"You..." Chen Tailiang was just about to get angry and say who the hell are you to care so much about other people's business, but then he saw that the person who came was Ren Hao, and he was shocked.

"Lord... Sikong, you... you are not dead." Chen Tailiang widened his eyes.

He knew that Ren Hao was missing.

He thought that Ren Hao must be dead, and began to sleep soundly, treating the Censorate as his own home, and began to sing and dance.

"Haha, I'm not dead. Don't you feel regretful?" Ren Hao smiled coldly and glanced at everyone in the hall.

"No...it's not..."

"I…how can we feel sorry."

"Lord Sikong is able to come back alive, I...we should be happy."

"You are a great hero of ancient China!!!" Chen Tailiang said tremblingly as he walked down the hall.

Other young men from the aristocratic families also nodded in agreement, but they did not dare to say anything wrong about Ren Hao.

They had already seen Ren Hao's methods. If Ren Hao now revealed the fact that they were having fun in the Censorate's Mansion, their father would not only break their legs, but they would probably lose their lives.

"Master Zhongcheng, who is this person?"

"Why are you so scared when you see him?" asked a brothel singer, very confused about Ren Hao's identity.

"You can't just ask this lord questions casually."

"Get out of here." Chen Tailiang gave a big slap in the face and drove the singing girls out while giving Ban Liang a wink.

Ban Liang certainly understood Chen Tailiang's look. Just as he was about to go out to deal with these singing girls, Ren Hao deliberately stopped him and asked, "Captain Ban, where are you going?"

"I..." Ban Liang was speechless for a moment.

Ren Hao sat down in the hall and said, "You want to bring people to help the Lord Zhongcheng and the other gentlemen to deal with those singing girls to prevent them from talking nonsense outside, right?"

"Lord Sikong, I...we know we are wrong, and...please be merciful and let us go."

"I...we won't dare to do it again next time." Chen Tailiang quickly knelt on the ground, and other young masters of the aristocratic families followed suit, fearing that Ren Hao would use this matter to threaten their fathers like he did last time.