A few days later, Mo Ziming set off for Beijing.

Qin Song and Lu Buping have not been with him yet, so they handle affairs first at home and wait for Mo Ziming to write before leaving.

After arriving in the capital, Mo Ziming temporarily lived in the official residence.

According to the current dynasty system, officials in the capital under the third rank would either buy their own houses or live in their official residences.

Although the official residence is courtyard-style and has many officials living in it, they are all separated into independent courtyards, which is relatively quiet.

The next morning, Mo Ziming went to find Yu Qinghe and prepared to discuss the compilation of the "Yongping Ceremony".

This name was also proposed by Mo Ziming, and was approved by Emperor Yongping on the spot.

After all, this is named after his year name, and he cannot ask for it.

But what Mo Ziming didn't expect was that as soon as he met Yu Qinghe, he sighed and looked depressed.

"What's wrong with Lord Yu? Are you worried?"

"Oh, I'm afraid the literature is going to be a waste..."

"What?" Mo Ziming couldn't help but look shocked: "What's going on? Did the emperor change his mind?"

"It's not that the emperor changed his mind, but that there were many people in the court who opposed it."

"No, sir, it seems that few ministers opposed it before?"

Yu Qinghe smiled bitterly and shook her head: "That's right, there were indeed not many people who opposed it at the beginning.

Who would have thought that a lot of things have happened recently, which has made the emperor very worried..."

Mo Ziming couldn't help but frowned: "What happened?"

"First, the border reported that the Gaoli country's troops were moving abnormally, and they were recruiting a large number of soldiers and stocking up grain, which was very likely to invade our Daqian border."

"Is there such a thing? Xiao Gaoli, where did they have the courage to take the initiative to invade?"

"The situation is unclear at the moment, and the court is sending spies to closely monitor its movements.

Previously, in order to promote the compilation of the ceremony as soon as possible, the emperor prepared to reduce the funds of various departments. Now, he still had to allocate more funds to the Ministry of War.

This is just one of the first things. In addition, there are many places reporting disasters, some reporting floods, and some reporting locust plagues...

In short, it is all the same, asking the court to allocate grain and silver to seek disaster victims from water and fire.

Think about it, wouldn’t this completely disrupt the emperor’s plan? Not only did the funds not be reduced, but they would have to increase the funds..."

Hearing these words, Mo Ziming couldn't help but frown: "Sir Yu, do you think this is really a coincidence?"

"No matter whether it is a coincidence or not, the emperor must not ignore it, right?

Moreover, many ministers in the court took the opportunity to ask the emperor to take back his orders, saying that this is a warning, and it is a waste of money and money to compile the ceremony, which is thankless."

"Huang Miu, don't these people know the far-reaching significance of this set of documents?"

"It's not that they don't know, they just can't get any benefits from it, and the emperor has to cut funds from various departments, which has hurt the interests of some people."

Mo Ziming frowned and pondered for a while, and said, "Sir Yu, I'm sure this matter is not that simple. There must be someone behind this, which is adding fuel to the fire.

The emperor wouldn't not know about these things, right?"

Yu Qinghe smiled bitterly and said, "What can the emperor do if he can guess? He is the emperor and he must take the overall situation into consideration."

"Then Lord Yu, the official, take the initiative to ask, do you think so many things are very suspicious?"

"This... is indeed."

"Who thought that might be behind the scenes?"

"This...is hard to say."

"Sir Yu, you and I are both scholars, followed by officials. Don't you want to participate in the compilation of this extraordinary document in person?"

"Of course I want to, but..." At this point, Yu Qinghe couldn't help but sigh and said, "Well, then I will tell you that if anyone in the civil and military dynasty has this energy, I'm afraid it's the Grand Marshal Gao."

"Master Gao?"

When Mo Ziming heard this word, he couldn't help but frown.

In the dynasty, the prime minister was the head of civil servants, while the Grand Marshal Gao was the head of military officers, commanding the world's military troops and horses.

Taiwei Gao was a veteran of three dynasties, with countless disciples and control of military power in the world. He can be called under one person and above ten thousand people, and is powerful.

Because he was named one of the "Duke of Zhenguo" by the previous emperor, he was also called Gao Taigong.

Even the prime minister of the current dynasty was overwhelmed by Taiwei Gao in both the court and the momentum.

If this old guy was really doing something bad in secret, a group of ministers would naturally become fences and turn over one after another.

After pondering for a while, Mo Ziming couldn't help asking: "Master Yu, it is logical that compiling a grand ceremony is a civil servant's business, and it has nothing to do with that Taiwei Gao. Why are he trying to do anything?"

Yu Qinghe sighed: "It does not have much to do with him on the surface, but this guy has a lot to do with him in the court.

As the saying goes, if one moves the whole body, the emperor will definitely affect his interests if he wants to reduce the funds."

"Oh? I wonder if Lord Yu can tell me, how big a network of relationships did Taiwei Gao weave?"

"Okay, I'll tell you, so that you can also be careful in the future to avoid a head-on conflict with that old guy."

So, Yu Qinghe began to talk in detail about the complex relationship between the court and some secrets.

After some explanation, Mo Ziming finally got a clue from this spider-like relationship:

The sixth prince's prince's prince is the youngest daughter of Taiwei Gao, and the youngest prince of Prince Ning's mansion has a close personal relationship with the sixth prince.

In this way, Mo Ziming finally figured out some problems that he had not figured out before.

Although the sixth prince alone cannot do anything, with the cooperation of King Ning and Taiwei Gao, once the emperor dies, the prince may not be able to ascend the throne so easily.

Just like the young master Fusu, the first emperor ordered Fusu to ascend the throne, but the order of the CRRC Mansion Zhao Gao and the Prime Minister Li Si faked the will and ordered Fusu to commit suicide, supporting the Qin II Hu Hai ascended the throne, and since then it completely destroyed the Qin Dynasty.

There are more than one example of history.

With this speculation, the mystery of Twelve Floors will be solved.

The real master behind these 12 square meters is probably not only King Ning, but also the Sixth Prince and Grand Marshal Gao.

Their purpose of building this workshop is to make money crazy... After all, if you want to accomplish something big, you will definitely spend a lot of money, and the second is to win people's hearts.

The Twelve Squares are famously gentle towns in the capital. There are many powerful children and even high-ranking officials in the court.

Money, beauty, and the power of the three people, let me ask, how many officials in the court can resist it?

When the chat was almost over, Mo Ziming said goodbye and left.

Afternoon.

Twelve yards on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Liu Shishi closed her eyes slightly and lay alone on the couch for a nap.

Suddenly, a man appeared out of thin air in the room.

"who?"

Shishi Liu felt something and hurriedly sat up.

Then he looked surprised and excited: "It turned out to be you? The No. 1 pick?"

The person coming was Mo Ziming.

When the two met last time, Mo Ziming was just a Jie Yuan, but now he is the No. 1 scholar.

"Yes, we met again."

"Wait, I'll make up my makeup first."

"What makeup do you think I'm a guest? Sit down and I have something to talk to you."

"What's the point..." Liu Shishi pouted.

"Shishi, I feel you enjoy your current life?"

When he heard this, Liu Shishi couldn't help but change her face, bit her lip and said in anger: "Why should you say that? They are just happy to see you."

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, okay?"

"Hehe, that's right."

Mo Ziming sighed and walked to the table to sit down.

Liu Shishi hurried over and poured a cup of tea before Mo Ziming: "Young Master drinks tea."

"Well, sit down, I have something to ask you."

"I also have something to ask you..."

"Then you ask first."

"Mr. Mo, the little girl knows that your cultivation is not weak, but why did you go to be an official? Will that not affect your cultivation?"

"No, because I don't plan to become an official for a long time, so I mainly focus on cultivation."

"Oh...that young master wants to ask about the person who caught us?"
To be continued...