Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Outside the residence of Minister of Personnel Xu.

The housekeeper came in hurriedly, looking embarrassed, "Sir, Miss Jinyin has been feeling unwell since the day before yesterday and has been bedridden. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to get up..."

"sick?"

Prime Minister Cui paused for a moment, his eyes like swords, "No matter what, Yin'er is the eldest daughter of our Prime Minister's Mansion. Since she is sick, she should return home to recuperate."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and raised his legs, walking towards the mansion, "I will personally take Yin'er back."

The housekeeper's expression froze, and he followed him, "Prime Minister, the master..."

"Even you want to stop me?" Thinking of the humiliation he had suffered in the palace, Cui Xiang was furious. "Yin'er has been sick in bed since she came to Xu's house for only a few days. How can I, as a grandfather, feel at ease?"

"I dare not stop you, Lord."

The butler said this, but he didn't move a step.

In the mansion of the Minister of Personnel, even if the other party is the prime minister of the dynasty, even if the two families are related by marriage, the other party cannot treat it as his own backyard and come and go freely, right?

If this gets out, it would be a slap in the face of his master.

Just as Prime Minister Cui's displeasure was becoming increasingly obvious, Xu Zhijie arrived.

"What is this, Lord?"

He put his hands behind his back, stood straight, with an indifferent expression, and raised his hand to let the butler leave.

"Why?" Prime Minister Cui narrowed his eyes and asked, "Master Xu, Yin'er has never stepped out of the Xu Mansion in these days?"

Xu Zhijie did not hesitate: "Never. Why do you ask this, Lord?"

When questioned by the other party, Prime Minister Cui wanted to lose his temper on the spot, but when he thought about the current situation in the court, he suppressed his anger.

"I heard an interesting story outside the palace gate. Nephew, why don't you and I sit down and talk?"

Xu Zhijie raised his hand, "Prime Minister, please."

......

tea room.

The Xu Mansion Teahouse is quiet, with a bamboo forest outside the window. Although there are many mosquitoes, it is cool and shady.

The housekeeper came in and lit mosquito repellent incense in the incense burner. Green smoke curled up and the fragrance filled the air, refreshing the heart.

Prime Minister Cui got straight to the point, "I heard that Lord Shen Zheng organized a 'charity tournament', and Jin Yin not only participated in it, but also spent several hundred taels."

Xu Zhijie was surprised and asked, "Where did you hear that, Lord Prime Minister?"

Which gossip wants to deal with Shen Zheng?

Xu Zhijie thought for a moment and suddenly realized that this person seemed easy to guess.

"I just heard it by chance." Looking at the curling green smoke, Cui Xiang drank tea, "It's just a few hundred taels. Neither my Xiangfu nor your Xufu is short of this little money. But my dear nephew, Yin'er is a girl after all. If this matter spreads, it will affect Yin'er's reputation."

"It's just hearsay, Your Majesty, don't just listen to one side of the story." Xu Zhijie insisted, "Since Jinyin came to the mansion, she has never left the house."

Prime Minister Cui looked at him for a long time.

Cui Jinyin, who was eavesdropping outside the window, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, her uncle did not betray her.

Although her grandfather knew about her "bad deeds", why didn't she feel guilty, but instead felt a little excited?

Scratching the mosquito bite on her hand, Cui Jinyin continued to eavesdrop.

"Then I must have heard it wrong. I heard from the steward that Yin'er is ill? What does the doctor say? If the medicine doesn't help, I will go to the palace and ask Lu Shuling to come and see Yin'er."

Cui Jinyin felt warm in her heart.

Her grandfather still cared about her and didn't come here just to blame her.

"It's getting better, so don't worry, sir." Her uncle's voice came: "Does sir want to take Jinyin back home?"

Cui Jinyin's eyes suddenly widened.

She doesn't want to go back to Cui Mansion!

What should I do? What should I do? If she jumped up to object, Grandfather would know she was faking illness.

She squatted on the ground with her knees hugged, spinning around, like an ant on hot pan.

Just as she was getting anxious, she suddenly heard a sound above her head. Her heart sank and Cui Jinyin raised her head stiffly, her eyes meeting Xu Zhijie's.

"Hehe——" Silent and awkward laugh.

"What a big mosquito." Xu Zhijie glared at her and raised his hand to close the window.

After sitting down, his words were quite intriguing: "Prime Minister, should you...take care of your family affairs first?"

Cui Jinyin's feet were a little numb from squatting, so she stretched her legs to relieve the numbness and scratched her head at the same time.

housework?

What kind of family affairs could there be in the Cui family? Could it be that her uncles and aunts were asking her father to get married again?

How can this work!

In the tea room, the wide cuffs covered Prime Minister Cui's clenched fists. "My dear nephew, you are joking. Our Cui Mansion has always been peaceful. What family affairs can we talk about?"

Xu Zhijie's eyes slightly tilted to the side, and fell on the window coffin. "Your Excellency is joking. It is said that it is difficult for an honest official to judge family affairs. Who doesn't have some things that are not known to outsiders? Just like my Xu family. People outside are saying that I favor my niece more than my own daughter, but who in the outside world knows that if it weren't for my eldest sister's guidance when she was young, how could there be Xu Zhijie, the current Minister of Personnel? Now that my eldest sister is gone, Jinyin is worthy of being my own daughter. What do you think, Your Excellency?"

Cui Jinyin outside covered her face.

It’s annoying that her uncle knows she’s out there and still says these sour words.

In fact, she had long forgotten what her mother looked like. She only remembered that her mother always panted when she spoke, and that her embrace was a little uncomfortable, but also very warm.

The same words took on a completely different meaning when they reached Prime Minister Cui's ears.

Xu Zhijie knew about Cui Shangji's troubles.

Is Xu Zhijie warning him, or does he want to compete with him for Cui Jinyin?

"Don't worry, nephew." He smiled and looked sincere, "I will not let Yin'er suffer any grievances in the Prime Minister's Mansion. There are still some matters in the court that I need to deal with. Since Yin'er is not feeling well, I will come to see her another day."

Xu Zhijie stood up to see him off, "Please come in, Prime Minister."

After Cui Xiang left, Xu Zhijie walked around to the window and asked, "Why aren't you getting up yet?"

Cui Jinyin leaned against the wall, her posture twisted, "My legs... my legs are numb."

Xu Zhijie nodded and said, "Oh," "So it turns out that the mosquito's legs are broken."

Cui Jinyin immediately raised her hands and said, "Uncle, the mosquitoes in this bamboo forest are so poisonous. Look at my hands!"

I wanted to say something sarcastic, but as soon as I saw him, the words turned into heartache. "Don't you know how to kill a mosquito when it bites you? Come in with your uncle and apply the medicine."

Cui Jinyin limped after him and pouted, "Mosquitoes are so dirty, I don't dare to hit them. Besides, hitting mosquitoes makes a noise, what if my grandfather hears it..."

Xu Zhijie took out the ointment and dipped it with a bamboo stick. "Even if your grandfather heard it, your uncle is still here. Can your uncle let you be discovered?"

The ointment felt cool, and Cui Jinyin quietly blew it on the back of her hand.

Xu Zhijie followed her and asked casually, "Jinyin, do you think the Cui Mansion is better... or the Xu Mansion?"

She wanted to say it was all fine, but Cui Jinyin remembered the slap in the face.

That slap from my grandfather really hurt.

My uncle doesn’t know yet.

"Xu Mansion...Xu Mansion is okay." she said.

Xu Zhijie's eyes flashed, "No more servings today?"

Cui Jinyin was stunned.

Yes...Although she liked staying with her uncle before, she never felt that life in the Cui Mansion was bad.