My historian is dying every day

Qi Yu looked at the person who was adding pen to the last sketch in front of him. This person looked serious and focused, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were always solemn and firm, even stubborn.His face was stained with epistaxis, a piece of white silk was randomly stuffed in his nose, and there were some blood stains around his thin lips, all of which were pasted by the courtiers who wanted to curry favor with him just now.

The bright red color makes this person's skin look fairer, but it has a distinctly handsome and funny look.

A smile slipped into Qi Yu's eyes, and the sand-blue shadow in his eyes seemed to be washed into a pool of spring water: "It seems that Wen Sheren's title of number one scholar is well-deserved."

Zhang Shangshu, who was just dismantling Wen Yanzhi's pillars, was holding two blueprints at the moment, and finally knew that Wen Yanzhi really had some internal strength, and couldn't help muttering: "Such a talent is trapped in the Neishi Palace..."

"According to Zhang Shangshu's meaning," Qi Yu looked at the drawings that Wen Yanzhi was drawing, and said without squinting: "Those who record history for me are condescending. Only by working beside Zhang Shangshu can they be the pillars of the court?"

Zhang Shangshu took a breath of cold air, fell down on the ground and kowtowed his head in an instant: "I should die, I should die! I didn't mean that! I thought that it was Wen She who was able to record history for the emperor under the command of the emperor, so he was able to Appointment, but Wenshe people are so talented, they should contribute more to the people's livelihood in the world—"

Qi Yu picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and said kindly: "Forget it, Zhang Shangshu is worried about the flood and is also tired. Let's rest at home from tomorrow, and let Deng Shilang temporarily take over the labor department for you."

Zhang Shangshu, who was still kneeling in front of him, heard that his hands had lost strength, and fell to the side and looked at him in horror: "Emperor... Your Majesty..."

"Tomorrow's top priority is to print out the model in this blueprint. I want to see it before sunset." Qi Yu flipped through Wen Yanzhi's paintings one by one, seeing that Wen Yanzhi finally finished the last one, respectfully Jing knelt down to the side again, and then smiled: "Wen Sheren has worked hard too. The servant of the Huangmen."

"The minister is here." The servant of the Huangmen obeyed.

Qi Yu thought about it, each of the four divisions of the Ministry of Industry has a member of the Foreign Lang, and the position is full. Now there is only one Langzhong of the Ministry of Water, Xu You, who still has a vacant position after resigning, so he said: "Promote Lin Yunfan, a member of the Ministry of Water, as a doctor, and make room Wen Yanzhi will take over the position of Yuanwailang."

Yuanwai means "addition outside the quota", originally referring to the Langguan located outside the official quota.At this time, Qi Yu gave this position to Wen Yanzhi, although some officials who had served in the Ministry of Industry for two years were not convinced, but Yuanwai was just a deputy, and he couldn't say a few words in the Ministry, it was just a name , so no one objected.

In addition to Zhang Shangshu's lessons learned, no one commented at this time, so they all obediently congratulated Wen Yanzhi for being promoted to two levels.

The servant of the Huangmen gate then properly remembered it, and only waited for tomorrow to pass it to the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Rites.

Wen Yanzhi kowtowed in a trance amidst the voices of congratulations that didn't match his intentions: "My minister, thank you Lord Long for your kindness."

"It is I who want to thank Wen Sheren." Qi Yu's eyes curved beautifully, like a new moon in the night sky. When he said this, he seemed to return to the time when the two first met, "However, the Neishi Mansion All the historians have grown old and are no longer used to the history of Yuqianlu, and you will need to temporarily take up the post of Living Sheren in the future until the Neishifu finds a suitable candidate."

Wen Yanzhi said: "The humble minister leads the decree."

After arranging the modeling work in the Ministry of Industry, Qi Yu finally got up and went back to the imperial study room, sitting on his shoulders and swaying all the way, Wen Yanzhi was walking beside him, holding a stack of flower papers while walking and taking notes, without saying goodbye throat.

Qi Yu looked at him, and suddenly said, "Don't beg for mercy from now on."

Wen Yanzhi raised his head and was stunned, then dropped his shoulders a few steps away, and then hurriedly followed: "Your Majesty is talking about humble officials?"

Qi Yu rested his right hand on the armrest of the shoulder and propped his chin, and looked at him leisurely, with deep eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of uncut jade with a good color, and only nodded at him: "You are like the wood to the wind, and you are like the wind." As for the flow..."

Wen Yanzhi was puzzled, thinking about the meaning of "Wood Wind" and "Duiliu", when he thought of the joints, he suddenly shivered, because Li Kang said in "Theory of Fate":——Wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it;

——If the pile is higher than the shore, the current will be turbulent;

But the most important thing is the last two sentences: conduct is higher than others, and everyone must be wrong.Lessons from the past are not far away, overturning the car and following the track.

Seeing that he understood, Qi Yu continued: "The officialdom is like you are fighting for the title of the clan, but it is much crueler than that. Not everyone is like Qin Wenshu, who can teach the younger generation everything. Zhang Shangshu has done it in the local area. As a matter of fact, when he was promoted to the Ministry of Industry in Beijing, he suffered more than the bridge you crossed. Do you know how many people he pulled off the horse before he climbed to his current position? Sheren stole the limelight?"

Wen Yanzhi said dully: "Your Majesty, I can't bear Zhang Shangshu to offend Longyan because of a sketch...the old case of the Ministry of Industry has involved too much."

Qi Yu looked at him with a smile: "But you can't bear it, and Zhang Shangshu didn't thank you. When it's time to add insult to injury, it's still insulting you."

Wen Yanzhi remained silent.

Qi Yu leaned on his shoulders and looked at the sky: "Zhang Shangshu, who pretends to be fierce, loyal and outspoken, is actually the best at flattering others. If you fall into his hands one day , the first piece of soil on your grave must be offered by him."

Wen Yanzhi lowered his eyes, "The emperor's reasoning is profound, but the humble minister is stupid."

This idiot still knows he is stupid.Qi Yu laughed, "Let me tell you again, Zhang Shangshu's daughter-in-law's surname is Zhou. Every move of the Ministry of Industry will be watched by him. If I want to adopt new laws to control water, I must Bypass this obstructive eye, and simply close it today, so as not to keep arguing for the Huai River to change its course.” At the end, he recalled the last time Zhang Shangshu spoke in the imperial study room, and his chest felt a little swollen. A wave of anger: "Every time a dike breaks, he diverts the road, rushes to repair it, and robs him. This person's words are more annoying than a rooster crowing."

Swipe.Swipe.

Hearing the sound, Qi Yu straightened up vigilantly: "Wen Sheren, what do you remember?"

Wen Yanzhi stopped writing: "My Majesty, Mr. Cao said that the emperor's comments on all officials should be recorded. In the future, a "Record of Comments on Officials" will be published, so the emperor's comments on Zhang Shangshu just now..."

——What is the record?This is written down as I speak ill of the courtiers behind their backs!

Qi Yu looked at Wen Yanzhi suspiciously, "Wen Sheren really want to remember this?" From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the servant behind him was holding a long and big bright yellow palm fan. He guessed that if it could be used to beat people, it would be very suitable Handy and beautiful.

Wen Yanzhi swallowed the rest of the words under his very, kind, kind eyes, thinking that maybe the emperor felt that "rooster crowing" was not appropriate as a metaphor for "disgusting words"?

So he compromised and said: "Maybe, the emperor can find another metaphor to explain that Zhang Shangshu's words are disgusting."

Qi Yu: "???"

——What is indescribable? Are you out of your mind?

——Aren’t you grateful to me?

——It’s so difficult for you to forget one sentence because I even named you a member of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce?

Qi Yu only felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and he lost his ability to speak for a while.

Well, in short, I'm just a fool who speaks ill of ministers.