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The crime of forming cliques and groups, in layman's terms, is forming cliques.

In fact, being an official in the court, forming cliques is nothing. After all, the officialdom is deep. If there are a few people to help, it will be much more convenient to do things.Moreover, forming cliques is not a pleasant term, and officials prefer to call it "good friends".

People who took the same imperial examination have a meal together, and people from the same hometown get together for a party. How can this be called forming a clique?This is called sympathy.

But this time the prince was impeached by Lin Ye for forming a clique and forming a group. This is not so simple a matter of gathering for dinner.

Lin Ying has always been a steady and conservative person. Like Peng Shuhong, he is also one of Qin Houde's most trusted officials.He was able to stand up and impeach the prince, naturally he already had reliable evidence.

What's more, this evidence may have been seen by Qin Houde a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhao couldn't help feeling a chill down his back.

He lowered his head and thought: This royal water is really deep.

Lin Zheng read the names of several people in a deep voice: "Hu Shu, the doctor in Zhengyi, Jia Jia, the young minister of the Taifu, Chen Xue, the servant of the household department, and Song Linci and Yao Yushen in Qishizhong, these people are all the princes of last month. A young official promoted by His Highness."

He smiled slightly: "Everyone, please come out."

The faces of the five people whose names he had read couldn't help turning pale.

Facing the weird eyes of their colleagues around them, the five people gritted their teeth and stood out from the queue, and stood in the hall with their heads bowed, without saying a word.

Lin Ying asked the prince directly: "May I ask His Royal Highness, have you met with these officials many times and had a good conversation?"

He said indifferently, "The Fushui Pavilion in the bamboo forest outside the city, the private room on the second floor of the Rosin Tea House, and the Wuya Publishing House in the west of the city, do you have any impressions of these place names?"

The place names he thought of were all the places where the crown prince once hosted officials.

The prince's face darkened: "Master Lin is very capable, but he knows the itinerary of the Palace clearly."

Lin Zheng smiled: "These places are not from the ministers' spying, but the prince's outstanding appearance and well-dressed clothes. Whenever he appears, he will always impress ordinary people."

The prince pursed his lips and stopped arguing.

So the prince really used his power for personal gain?

Baiguan was in an uproar.

Xie Zhao didn't expect that the gentle and gentle prince in the past would really do such a thing.

Thinking of the prince's invitation in Lanyin Temple, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky: Fortunately, he was careful and didn't attend the prince's banquet, otherwise Lin Shangshu's impeachment list would probably include him at this time.

Qin Houde, who had been sitting silently on the top, listened for a long while, and finally said at this moment: "So, what Mr. Lin said is indeed true, and the crown prince has indeed had close contacts with these officials?"

The prince, who has always been gentle and moderate, was also a little flustered at this moment.

He knelt on the ground, knowing that it was useless to defend himself at this time, he could only answer with his head down: "I just chatted with these officials at the banquet, and because I appreciate their talents, I am willing to give them a chance—— I consider myself innocent, and never asked them to do things for my ministers, please check clearly."

King Cheng snorted: "Did they not ask them to do things for the emperor, or did they not have time to let them do things for the emperor?"

The prince glanced at him coldly, without saying a word.

Qin Houde took a deep look at the prince, and asked him: "So what Mr. Lin said is correct, the prince is indeed forming a clique?" After saying this, everyone in the court lowered their heads a little.

We are all human beings, so we naturally know that His Majesty's words have already condemned the Crown Prince: No matter whether the Crown Prince promoted these officials out of appreciation, or for personal gain, when the Majesty said these four words, everything has already passed. It doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that the Holy Majesty believes that the prince has selfish intentions.

Xie Zhao shook his head secretly: When the Holy Majesty was still in good health, it was undoubtedly a big taboo for a prince to form a clique in the court.

The prince had long since lost his composure at the beginning, he kowtowed on the ground, and said in a low voice, "I know my mistake."

Qin Houde ignored him, but shouted, "Xu Yixin!"

The prime minister, who had always been at ease, came out holding the wat board. It seemed that the prince's impeachment did not affect him at all, and he remained calm and calm: "The minister is here."

Qin Houde looked at him inquisitively: "The crown prince has had close contacts with many young officials, and he even conspired to support these people. And according to Peng Shuhong, Feng Delin's death seems to have something to do with him."

He asked: "In your opinion, how should I deal with the prince?"

Ask the prime minister how to deal with the prince?These two are uncle and nephew!

Empress Xu died of illness in her early years. Over the years, if Xu Yixin hadn't cared for and nurtured the crown prince, to put it bluntly, the crown prince at this moment might not necessarily be him.Everyone in the court knew that the prince was respectful and courteous to the prime minister, and the prime minister also devoted himself to the prince, and there was a lot of support in the court.

Now the Holy Majesty made it clear that he wanted to punish the prince, but he asked the prime minister who was closest to the prince how to deal with it. The implication in it made other officials feel a shudder.

Xie Zhao gasped, wondering whether it was more difficult for the crown prince or the prime minister.

Everyone in the court held their breath and pricked up their ears, waiting for the prime minister's answer.

In the solemnity of the room, Xu Yixin held the wat board, did not meet Qin Houde's gaze, but lowered his head, narrowed his eyes and said: "In my opinion, it is really unfair for the crown prince to abuse his power and promote his close ministers during his supervision of the country." Yes. As for Mr. Feng, I don't think that Mr. Feng's death had anything to do with the crown prince, but the fact that Li Dian's badge appeared at the place where Mr. Feng was killed is indisputable. The crown prince did not discipline his guards well. There is nothing wrong with that. Rebuttal."

After a pause for a while, Xu Yixin leaned forward expressionlessly, and emphasized his tone: "I believe that the most important thing for the crown prince now is not to manage political affairs, but to reflect on himself at home and establish himself with integrity. I also hope to learn from the prince. Other officials know how to measure and take their posts in a down-to-earth manner."

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Xie Zhao was stunned, and suddenly heard the sound of something falling to the ground not far away.

He turned his head and found that it was a secretary Cheng who was so startled that he couldn't hold the wat board in his hand.The bamboo wat board hit the smooth ground in the hall, making a dull sound, causing everyone to look over unconsciously.

Secretary Cheng picked up the wat board with a pale face, knowing that he made a mistake by making the sound at this moment.Fearing that the Holy One would blame him, he stepped out of the queue and knelt on the ground tremblingly.

Xie Zhao's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen the bean-sized beads of sweat dripping from Secretary Cheng's forehead.The man in his 40s fell on the ground, trembling, so frightened that he couldn't even utter an apology.

Fortunately, Qin Houde didn't intend to argue with him.

Following Xu Yixin's words just now, he asked: "So the prime minister thinks, how many days should the crown prince reflect in his own mansion?"

Even the day of self-reflection should be told by the prime minister?

The dignified prince ignores political affairs, and reflects in the mansion, what is the taste of being a prince, and it is nothing more than a confinement.It's even harder to say that the time for self-reflection is too long, it's not good for the crown prince, and if it's too short, His Majesty won't be satisfied.

All in all, it's hard, it's really hard.

Under the silent gaze of the man above, Xu Yixin closed his eyes and squeezed the wat board so hard that his veins stood out.

But when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his previous appearance of a country that everyone admired aloofly.

He calmly said: "——I think, at least half a year, as long as a year."

Now Xie Zhao felt his palms were sweating.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he heard Qin Houde above him say indifferently: "According to what the prime minister said, the prince formed a clique for personal gain, abused his power, and was ineffective in controlling his subordinates. For the time being, he will conduct self-examination in the mansion, and the time is set for half a year."

——I really want to do this!

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty lost their voices: half a month ago, the crown prince was acting as an agent for court affairs, handling official documents from all over the world every day, and he looked like a qualified prince.Who would have thought that half a month later, the person who was so energetic at the beginning would kneel in the hall, facing the decree, he could only smile dumbly, and it should be a wry smile?

Xie Zhao and Pei Shaonan looked at each other from a distance, and both of them saw the other's serious expression.

Today's big show is really exciting.

Xie Zhao wanted to go to bed early after returning home at night, but unfortunately he couldn't fall asleep anyway.He put on his clothes and went to a part of the house, and sure enough, he heard the faint and pleasant sound of the piano from the other side of the wall.

Maybe this is a tacit understanding?

Xie Zhao thought so, and a happy man regained his original nature and climbed up the tree, leaned on the top of the wall, and smiled at Fu Ling who stopped playing the piano in the opposite pavilion and looked up.

He said happily: "Your Highness, you can't sleep either!"

Is it a good thing to not be able to sleep? Why is this person so excited.

Fu Ling laughed, and watched helplessly as Xie Zhao climbed over the wall familiarly, and climbed to the tree next to the wall in his yard.The branch is considered thick, so it is not a problem to support Xie Zhao, not to mention that this branch is not the first time to bear Xie Zhao's weight.

But Fu Ling got up anyway, and walked slowly to the tree.

In Xie Zhao's surprised eyes, he stretched out his right hand towards Xie Zhao.Under the moonlight, the pale complexion even appeared somewhat transparent, and Fu Ling's eyebrows and eyes were rare and gentle.

He chuckled lightly and asked, "Master Xie, may I help you down?"

Xie Zhao raised his eyebrows and put his hand on it.

He frowned and smiled: "I trust Your Highness, Your Highness won't let me fall."

The next moment, Xie Zhao jumped down from the tree with clasped hands.

In the early autumn night, the wind is already a little cool.As soon as Xie Zhao's coat was blown up by the wind, someone held it down for him, and put the coat that was about to fall off tightly on his body again.

Xie Zhao let go of Fu Ling's hand, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably.

Fu Ling was no better than him.

Under the sky full of stars, a smile slowly rippled from his eyes.

He said in a slow voice, "I've lived up to my trust."

After laughing, the two walked into the pavilion.

Sitting next to Fu Ling, Xie Zhao talked about what happened this morning. He said with emotion: "I am really surprised today. After all, the Holy One is the Prince's biological father, and the Prime Minister is the Prince's uncle..."

These two people who are closest to the prince convict the prince lightly in court.And the so-called introspection is no different from confinement.

After hearing this, Fu Ling remained silent.

After a while, he sighed: "Xie Zhao, to the royal family, family affection is nothing at all."

His tone was calm and calm, but Xie Zhao felt inexplicably sad when he heard it.

He belatedly remembered Fu Ling's identity, and remembered that he was also the prince of a country, but he was sent to Dayu by his biological father when he was young, and became a proton for ten full years.

There's nothing good about protons.

Before he came, he didn't even have much of a decent talking guy.

Xie Zhao lowered his head and said sullenly, "...I'm sorry, Your Highness."

He shouldn't have brought it up.

"The last person who needs to say sorry to me is you."

Fu Ling smiled dumbly, and couldn't bear to see Xie Zhao feel guilty, so he slid his jade white fingertips on the strings, and changed the subject: "Shall I play the piano for you?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhao was really happy.

He smiled and said, "Your Highness is so kind to me!"

Fu Ling pursed his lips and almost played the wrong sound.

His face was calm, but the roots of his ears were slightly red: "...just remember."

Since the crown prince was impeached that day, for a period of time in the capital, the officials suddenly avoided all the gatherings and all huddled up at home, and those with families lived their lives with their wives and children on the kang. Family officials can only entertain themselves, either writing lyrics or painting.

All of a sudden, excellent works appeared frequently in the capital.

After receiving a few paintings from Pei Shaonan, Xie Zhao behaved as usual, sneered, then rolled the paintings into scrolls and stuffed them directly into the bamboo basket beside him.

If nothing else, these paintings will be ashamed for a long time like their predecessors.

Feng Delin's family was killed, but Cheng Wang still insisted on holding a funeral for his own uncle.

Fortunately, Feng Delin did not sell his old house before leaving the capital, so the funeral was naturally held in Feng's house.

On the day of the funeral, at the invitation of King Cheng, Xie Zhao and other court officials also came to Feng's residence.