No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 280
This day, in the morning.

Ziwei Palace, the main hall of Fengge Pavilion.

A meeting of the political affairs hall was held on time as usual.

The Zhengshitang is an administrative meeting jointly attended by the three senior officials of Fengge, Luantai, and Wenchangtai.

The highest officials of these three provinces are all real prime ministers, that is, they are the ministers that the scholars and people in the world talk about.

However, if only the top officials of these three provinces attended the meeting, there would be only four or five people.

Moreover, they are respectful and powerful, and they are not necessarily all set, and they are not easily given to others.

Therefore, the Queen of the Great Zhou used other officials to participate in the political affairs hall meeting, which was called in name, Tongping Zhangshi, Shenzhi Zhengshi, etc., and could also be called prime minister.

However, such positions are quite watery, and they are appointed by the emperor to discuss affairs in the political affairs hall, which can be regarded as an alternative way to share the power of the prime minister.

The participants in the political affairs hall today are all of the above two categories, with a scale of a dozen or so people.

Master Di, as the highest officer of Fengge and concurrently the position of Luantai, is recognized by the court as the chief assistant.

Today's political affairs hall meeting will be convened and presided over by him "the pen of the governing affairs hall".

In the main hall, Master Di sat upright and took notes.

The order of the seats in the court hall is clear.

A topic after another was presented in an orderly manner, and the public debates on politics were in full swing.

Not long after, the sun was high, a certain fat old man put down his pen, and the discussion of politics was suspended.

A group of palace people in colorful clothes imitating plum blossom makeup, entered the main hall with lotus steps in uniform, presented the palace cakes rewarded by the empress, and bowed their heads to retreat.

The princes rested for a while, drank tea, tasted cakes, and chatted about some gossip.

Shen Xisheng suddenly felt that his official hat was a little tight, and it pinched his chin a little.

I was a little nervous before, but I didn't notice it. Right now, I'm resting with the gentlemen in the hall, and I only realized it later.

However, on this occasion, of course, you can't raise your hand to pull or scratch.

The censor and supervisor of all officials should lead by example.

He is Yushi Zhongcheng, the deputy chief of Yushitai, and his words, deeds and clothes need to be more rigorous than ordinary censors.

Every time I go out to go to court, it takes more than half an hour just to put on clothes.

Shen Xisheng's attire when going out today is even more regular, because he has important things to do.

At this moment, in the seat at the end of the Zhengshi Hall, Shen Xisheng was sitting upright, wearing a high crown and a light scarlet official uniform of the fifth rank.

The Caiyi palace man who brought the gift cakes smiled at Yan Yan, passing by, he did not look sideways.

Today, he is participating in the highest decision-making meeting of the center of the empire in the name of "participating in political affairs".

Previously, Shen Xisheng returned from inspection as Jiangnan Supervisor, and was rewarded by Her Majesty the Queen for his meritorious service in comforting the victims and investigating the rice case in Jiangzhou.

Although it is the last little transparency.

Shen Xisheng sat upright, with his palm quietly inserted into his sleeve, touching a certain stack of memorials.

Hearing the chattering and laughing voices of the seniors around him, he turned his eyes slightly sideways, and glanced at the master and princes sitting in the front row of the political affairs hall.

The atmosphere of the conversation was enjoyable.

But Shen Xisheng didn't relax his vigilance at all, chewing every word that came into his ears several times.

Do you really think that these cheerful and talkative gentlemen are harmless to humans and animals?

Among the dozen or so people in the political affairs hall, there are former courtiers who are determined to keep away from the court, and there are dog legs placed by King Wei and King Liang;
There are old ministers who are highly respected and independent, and there are also wall-riding factions who have secretly informed the Wei family;
There is even a "Shenzhi Zhengshi" who was promoted by Princess Changle in front of His Majesty.

In addition, Wei Wang Wei Xusi and Liang Wang Wei Sixing, the two nephews of Her Majesty the Empress, not only granted a thousand stones to the king's food, but also had the official position of "Tongping Zhangshi", so they were able to participate in this political affairs hall meeting.

However, Wei Wang Wei Xusi recently claimed to have a minor illness, so he did not come to the meeting today, only Liang Wang Wei Sixing came.

Shen Xisheng glanced at Wei Sixing who was sitting on the seat not far away. The latter was holding a cup of tea and looking at Master Di with a smile.

This king of Liang was well-dressed, with a gentle smile, and an appearance of being kind to others.

But right now, the chaos in Yingzhou has caused the kings of the Wei family to be in a hurry, so they are at peace for the time being, and there is no big trouble.

Shen Xisheng withdrew his gaze and waited quietly for a while.

After a gray-haired veteran with a high seat in front told a little anecdote that happened a few days ago, everyone laughed from the bottom of their hearts.

Shen Xisheng stood up suddenly, took out a stack of memorial papers from his sleeve, and presented it with both hands:
"Seniors, a few days before I was resigned from office, I reviewed the local official examinations in the first half of the year and found a rather interesting performance examination certificate.

"His Majesty has repeatedly emphasized recently that there are few fresh blood in the imperial court, and it is necessary to recruit talents in an eclectic manner.

"The lower officials faintly feel that the local chief official's political achievements are a bit impressive, but his experience is shallow. I don't know if he is right. I hope that the seniors can read it and give some suggestions."

Shen Xisheng stepped forward to meet the sideways gazes of everyone in the hall.

The princes in purple have different reactions.

Some people were surprised, some remained calm, and some immediately glanced at the fat old man at the top who was taking notes with his eyes down.

These expressions and reactions quickly subsided. The official position of the censor Zhongcheng is not small. He is a fifth-rank official in the capital. He is appointed and removed by the emperor. He is considered a high official and there is no need to lose face.

The princes took the test papers curiously, and circulated them one by one. After only a short while, there were gradually admiration and bright eyes in the hall...

Near noon, the Political Affairs Hall adjourned.

The arrangement to determine the official fate of a young county magistrate seems to be just a small episode between the breaks of this meeting.

However, a newly drafted edict for the appointment and dismissal of sixth-rank noble officials in the Qing Dynasty has passed the resolution of the Zhengshitang and is being sent to Fengge at high speed.

Then it will be submitted to the desk of a certain empress together with the edicts on military and state affairs, and the empress or the female officer who holds the pen will draw a red circle or mention an edict.

At the entrance of the main hall of Fengge Pavilion, among the scattered princes.

A gray-haired old minister who strongly advocated recommendation after reading the test paper stopped, thought for a while, then turned his head and sighed to the colleague who supported him:
"This son seems to be weak. Such a young censor should be the youngest in this dynasty or even the Qian Dynasty... Ouyang Lianghan, when he enters Beijing, I will see him well, how talented he is."

Colleagues laughed and said:

"Mr. Ge, you were recuperating from illness last year and were not in the capital. This Ouyang Lianghan caused a lot of trouble. He angered His Majesty and demoted him to be a county magistrate. Unexpectedly, he was promoted again. Mr. Ge still loves and cherishes talents."

After a pause, he teased: "But this Ouyang Lianghan is indeed a good-looking talent. He is as handsome as a celestial being, and he is not yet married. Heh, I heard that the old man seems to have a granddaughter who just left the cabinet..."

In the hall where people from the rear went to cool down with tea, Master Di calmly sorted out the transcripts of the morning council, got up as usual, and sent them to Her Majesty the Queen for reading.

Not long ago, in the agenda of a young county magistrate recommended by Ling Shen Xisheng, he didn't speak the whole time, drinking tea with his head down, or taking notes.

It wasn't until everyone unanimously agreed and turned around to report the proposed official position that the fat old man came back to his senses and only uttered one word:
"Can".

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In August, the dog days have not yet passed.

The flames of midsummer are not only scorching a Buddhist temple under construction in Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Province.

Luoyang was also taken care of by the scorching sun, and it was steaming early in the morning.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the sky is just getting brighter.

At Xiuwenfang, at the gate of the mansion of a certain Yushi Zhongcheng, a carriage slowly drove away from Lifang, towards the majestic and majestic Great Zhou Palace in the distance.

In the carriage that sent the officials to court, Shen Xisheng was neatly dressed, and not long after he got in the carriage, sweat dripped from his temples.

The white silk scarf covered his sweaty head, Shen Xisheng took a sip of his iced drink, turned his head and opened the car curtain, and let out a long breath.

Since the day before yesterday, his brows have been slightly wrinkled from time to time, and now he is also muttering in a low voice:
"What's the meaning of Liang Han's nephew? He refused the imperial edict, isn't he satisfied? How could it be..."

More than a month has passed since the intermission and the political affairs hall meeting where talents were recommended.

Shen Xisheng originally thought that he would be able to see Ouyang Rong in the capital soon, but it was almost certain, and he was quite looking forward to it.

Servant Yushi belongs to his direct subordinates, and there are only four precious places.

In Yushitai, apart from the chief official Yushi doctor and deputy Yushi Zhongcheng, only the servant Yushi is the largest, and the following can manage a group of ordinary supervisory censors.

In the capital, there are many people with higher official positions than Ouyang Rong, but they have no way to get in.

But in the past few days, the Song imperial envoy sent by the Ministry of Officials returned to Beijing, and at the same time brought back an intact imperial edict.

Resigned from Beijing officials.

The reason sent back is also outrageous:

I want to continue to control the water in the south of the Yangtze River and do my best for the villagers.

The young county magistrate who was addicted to water control also entrusted the emissary Song Hao to bring a memorial from Longcheng County and hand it over to the Heavenly Court.

"Ten Books on Water Control in the South of the Yangtze River" also comes with a copy of "Reading and Viewing the Maps of the Water Systems in the South of the Yangtze River".

This is... pretty abstract.

Have fun playing hardcore, right?
The officials at the Ministry of Officials were also a little confused.

However, the ten books and water maps were submitted to the holy case.

After two days now, Her Majesty has not responded yet, as if nothing has been heard.

I don't know if it was too big to throw it into the wastebasket...

Shen Xisheng, the recommender, never expected Ouyang Rong's operation.

The day before yesterday, he immediately went to find Master Di and reported the matter with a worried face.

He was going to intercede on behalf of his friend's lover, but he didn't expect that the master would not be unhappy after hearing the words.

Even, when Ouyang Lianghan was appointed to serve as the official censor before, he, who had a calm face throughout the whole process, smiled surprisingly, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, watched the scenery for a while, and turned around in a good mood and asked: "Xisheng, what are you doing?" What do you think?"

"..." Shen Xi said.

What does he think?How else can he see it!
Ouyang Rong's refusal to serve as an official censor made Shen Xisheng lose face.

After all, Ouyang Rong was originally going to be his direct subordinate, but now he refuses the official position of serving the censor, it seems a bit kind and ungrateful. Could it be that he is not satisfied with this official position?

Inside the carriage, Shen Xisheng shook his head lightly, probably not.

After pondering for a while, I remembered the teacher's laughter.

The censor Zhongcheng looked thoughtful.

"Master, did you already know about it? Could it be that the nephew Lianghan has been in contact with the master for a long time, or is it simply a tacit understanding..."

He glanced out the window, and the carriage was passing by the Luoshui River, a bustling street full of noise and pleasure all night long.

"No matter what, your kid is more famous now."

Shen Xi laughed and shook his head.

Just now when he was about to go out for the morning court, the virtuous wife who had always been a husband and a child and didn't go out very much, when she was dressing him, she turned her head and asked about the resignation of a weak-ranked county magistrate, and asked her husband if she knew her. Curious eyes.

A county magistrate of the seventh rank Zhima was suddenly promoted to the sixth rank noble servant censor, which was not likely to cause a wide range of topics.
At most, the officials in the system would sigh a few words of envy, and then make some officials who have no hope of promotion be envious and envious.

But a seven-rank Zhima county magistrate resigned from his official position, gave up his record as the youngest censor in the dynasty, and went to the remote Jiangnan to control the water for the country bumpkins, and never came back.

This, this is a bit of a blast in the entire resignation circle.

People who eat melons, if you inquire carefully, you will be stunned... No, who is this saint?Wait, Ouyang... Lianghan?Last year, the Jinshi Tanhualang who was demoted to the south of the Yangtze River after preparing the coffin and persuading him after committing crimes, was he a man of honor all over the world?

Name correct, leave satisfied.

Originally, this anecdote of resignation was only a small-scale heated discussion in the court system such as the Six Departments of Tianguan the day before yesterday.

But since yesterday, for some reason, maybe some officials went home and told their wives, children and servants as gossip after dinner. Now the news of Ouyang Lianghan's resignation from the Beijing official has gradually spread to Luoyang.

Up to now, the four-character name of Ouyang Lianghan has become the "hot search list" among the many entertainment anecdotes in Luoyang City. Gossip about friends Goulan listening to music, Hao nodding his cards but not giving money.

If someone who is dealing with the bald donkey and supervising the construction of the pagoda is currently in Luoyang,

And when he learned that he had slaughtered thousands of miles, he sighed with emotion: the folks in Luoyang are still too full to eat, they are full, they sprinkle salt in their crotches, and their eggs hurt when they are idle.

No matter what, Ouyang Rong is famous in Luodu this time.

No one asked me to bury my head in water control, and I resigned in one fell swoop.

But there are many people who are popular.

In the capital of God at this time, the ruling and opposition parties, and brothels in the market, some self-proclaimed high-minded people are quite red-eyed, and they curse Ouyang Rong for deceiving the world, pretending to be fake, and seeking fame;
There are also literati in wine shops and butchers in the market who laugh and praise Liang Han, a true gentleman, who is sincere and not deceiving.

Even in a high-walled and deep house with red walls and yellow tiles, at a private gathering of a small circle of ladies who have extremely high requirements on the lintel and family and the aesthetics of boudoir friends,
The talented little lady in the palace skirt raised her chin and threw the green paper scroll in her hand to the red wall. Zui Xun threatened to meet Ouyang Lianghan for a while, and make him fall under the pomegranate skirt with just a spit of her mouth.

The arrogant words suddenly provoked a small circle of ladies with high buns and smudged eyebrows who have not come out of the pavilion to cover their mouths and bury their chests, and smile crookedly.

But among them there was a pretty little girl with a bun on her head and moon beads in her ears, she didn't smile, she held a black cat in her arms, she opened her lips in a cold voice to protect the upright gentleman in her heart who had never been masked, and slightly ridiculed her female companion... ...Afterwards, there was another coquettish playfulness.

In Luoyang City, some people are jealous, while others yearn to get acquainted.

This kind of fame is really unpredictable.

With deep thoughts in mind, Shen Xisheng went to Ziwei Palace to attend the morning court.

Since the Yingzhou Rebellion, Her Majesty the Empress has been quite diligent in politics, and she rarely went to the Shangyang Palace to indulge in the male sex of the orchestra and the strange beasts presented by the Qi practitioners of the Onmyoji School.

In the magnificent palace where hundreds of officials gathered, Shen Xisheng, who was standing near the front, raised his eyes slightly.
He glanced at the figure of the tall old woman on the golden dragon chair directly in front of him,
There is also the back view of the master standing straight and meticulous at the front of all the officials.

Before the Yingzhou Rebellion, under the instigation of the two kings of the Wei family, His Majesty originally had plans to go on an expedition to expand the frontiers, but his master tried his best to dissuade him.

The Master stated that the main energy should be put on rectifying the internal affairs and strengthening the national strength, instead of tossing and expanding the frontiers at the cost of life and money, and cited the previous examples of Taizong.

His Majesty is naturally not angry, but since the Yingzhou Rebellion broke out and exposed the ugly appearance of Wei's children... Now the rebellion has gradually been put down, but His Majesty seems to have not mentioned the agenda of expanding the territory for a long time.

Shen Xisheng suddenly sensed something.Can't help but look at the calm back of the master in front of him.

Throughout the morning, nothing unexpected happened.

In fact, most of the early courts are very boring. The so-called game struggles and swords and swords mostly happen under the table.

If even the face is torn apart in the early morning, it is already at the last moment, and one party jumps over the wall in a hurry and abandons the last decency.

However, Shen Xisheng was covered with sweat on his back, but he had been prepared for a long time, and he specially wore a layer of light inner shirt. Hu merchants from the Western Regions who made expensive clothes in the Western Market patted their chests and said that the fabric would definitely cover the sweat.

The practical effect is really good, so that the sweat stains will not show through, and the map will be drawn for colleagues behind me.

Another decent little trick of the censor.

Shen Xisheng sighed. He originally planned to pass it on to Liang Han's nephew and give him a new shirt as a celebration gift for his promotion.

After all, he cannot suffer alone.

It's a pity that Lianghan's nephew didn't win... It's okay, let's keep it for the good nephew.

Shen Xi kept a serious face, and exited the hall together with the officials of the San Dynasty.

In the two days of the court meeting, no one mentioned about Ouyang Rong's resignation, and the flood control. Her Majesty seemed to be unaware of this, and the government and the opposition were silent, as if it had been forgotten.

This calmness made him vigilant.

Shen Xisheng gathered with several colleagues from the Baoli faction, and after walking down the steps in front of the hall, he searched around, saw the figure of the master, and walked over there tacitly.

But at this moment, a Meizhuang Palace came quickly, stopped in front of a certain fat old man, bent over and spread his palms, signaling something.

Master Di nodded and left with the palace servants.

Sharp-eared officials overheard the conversation, and a small piece of news spread across the square.

Her Majesty the Queen invited her wife to visit Shangyang Palace together.

All the officials looked sideways.

　or2 (Early to bed and early to rise on the first day!)

　　
　
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