Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

You gentlemen don’t want to be called...hypocritical, do you?

When Ma Sanbao finished speaking, all the people kneeling on the ground immediately had puzzled expressions on their faces.

He looked around aimlessly and exchanged glances with the people around him.

"this……?"

"Look...look at the memorials...and arrange work?"

"It's already this late! And still..."

"..."

Almost everyone had their hands spread out, bewildered looks on their faces, bewildered by this unprecedented operation. They wanted to say something, complain, but they couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Because at first glance, this thing seems absurd, outrageous, and something I have never seen before.

But think about it carefully.

Is it normal to review memorials? Of course it is normal! Is it normal to arrange the work of the subordinates? This is also normal!

Wouldn't it be irresponsible to angrily reject such a request?

Just as Ma Sanbao thought.

The group of people kneeling in front of him were stunned, puzzled, and bewildered, but no one could utter a serious rebuttal or question - well, it was unpleasant, but he could only hold it in!

Ma Sanbao took a deep breath and reminded himself not to laugh.

Then he silently added a final stab to the crowd: "Hmm? Did you gentlemen... not understand what I meant? Or... do you have any objections to His Majesty's decree just now? Could it be that... you gentlemen intend to abandon the common people of the world?"

Military commanders are hooligans who don't care about reputation.

But what these civil servants, officials, and scholars care about most is... precisely this reputation.

No matter whether it is black or white inside.

On the surface, they all want to look beautiful.

Even among all those who were kneeling, some might have been so determined just to leave a name in history or to be known as an honest censor.

and so.

Ma Sanbao's finishing blows almost stepped on their tails.

Everyone immediately argued fiercely with serious expressions:

"What are you talking about, eunuch! We read the books of sages and work for the Ming Dynasty and the people. This is only natural!"

"Of course, it won't delay reading memorials and arranging work!"

"Where do these words put me? Whether I am working diligently for the Ming Dynasty and the people, or kneeling here to die, I am doing this all for this one thing!"

"..."

Once someone suddenly speaks up to refute the matter, others will naturally rush in, after all, no one wants to give others a chance to criticize.

See this situation.

Ma Sanbao looked like he couldn't help laughing, and his cheeks were almost sore.

But he could only suppress his smile and praised: "You gentlemen are indeed all dedicated to serving the public, and are role models for scholars all over the world!"

"In that case, I won't say anything more."

"You guys, just distribute these memorials to the gentlemen one by one. Be careful not to send them to the wrong people!"

Ma Sanbao looked at the young eunuch who was holding two stacks of memorials beside him and said something in a serious tone.

Then he clapped his hands towards one side of the square.

The next moment, a row of neat and tidy young eunuchs walked out slowly and orderly from that side, with their heads bowed respectfully and their hands folded in front of them, waiting to be ordered.

"If you have any instructions, just send them!" Ma Sanbao glanced at the row of young eunuchs, and then looked at the frustrated civil officials in front of him with a mentality of watching a show, and said.

And when Ma Sanbao's voice fell on the square in front of the Qianqing Palace.

The memorials that had been brought out earlier were also distributed to the relevant personnel by two young eunuchs.

Until the memorials have reached his hands.

The ministers kneeling here all felt a little confused and some of them couldn't react. How did things suddenly turn out like this?

But the memorials have all been delivered to me.

Of course, those who received the memorial could only open it and read it carefully. After a moment of perplexed reading, they finally realized what was going on.

"No! Didn't I come here to give His Majesty a lasting warning?"

"The situation now is... all those so-called death-defying protests and kneeling down have been in vain. What should I have been doing before, and what am I still doing now?"

"The only difference is... before, I was working comfortably in the government office, but now I'm working on my knees on this cold tile floor?"

“What the hell is this?!”

"The key is that we can't just not do it! Any complaints about this would be irresponsible, and would even jeopardize my position as a righteous protester!"

"Your Majesty, this move... I%￥￥*（￥..."

"..."

Looking at the memorial in their hands, everyone gradually realized that they had been tricked again! And this was an open conspiracy!

Even though they are experienced, even though they were promoted from under the devilish Hongwu Emperor in the previous term... they have never seen anyone do such a thing!

Figure this out.

The expressions on everyone's faces became somewhat resentful, and a thousand alpaca horses were galloping through their hearts.

Well, I just cursed in my heart. As they said, this is an open conspiracy.

Seeing everyone lowering their heads with a look of ashamedness on their faces, Ma Sanbao couldn't help but turn around and smile. They felt that if they held it in any longer, they really couldn't hold it in any longer.

After laughing, he turned around and said, "What are you guys over there staring at? Send Master Fu back quickly! Can't you see he's fainted?"

After explaining these things, he turned around and entered the Qianqing Palace again.