Chapter 792: The wind is coming down from Mawei, and Xu Fengnian fights with purple clothes
The autumn wind in the northwest wrinkles a pool of water in the officialdom of the capital. The wind passes through the water without any trace, but under the water surface, there is already an undercurrent.
Sima Puhua, who became the Minister of Rites after Lu Daolin and Yuan Guo, welcomed the extremely domineering young vassal king and returned to the yamen adjacent to the Ministry of War in Zhaojiaweng. The old man in his seventies seemed particularly weak in expression.
Six yamen in the Shangshu Province, which were rebuilt in the beginning of Yonghui, were established side by side. The Liyang Dynasty is superior to the left and the right, and the chief official is known as the Ministry of Personnel, which is naturally located at the far left. Gu Jiantang, who was the Minister of War at that time, unexpectedly chose the yamen at the far right, so from east to west, he was the officials, households, criminals, workers and soldiers. This shows how the Ministry of Rites was unpopular during the Yonghui period. In the beginning, there was always a saying in the capital that “the minister of the Ministry of Rites is as low as the minister of another department.” As Lu Daolin and Yuan Guo served as ministers, the Ministry of Rites gradually improved, let alone now, it is no longer a written rule for the scholars of the Ministry of Rites to be sent to the Ministry of Rites.
Since the second year of Xiangfu, Sima Puhua has been erecting his waist even more straighter than young officials at every court meeting. Even if it is late autumn now, it gives people a feeling of spring breeze. But today, the old Shangshu returned to the yamen and fell into the eyes of the officials of the Ministry of Rites who looked like monkey spirit, which was almost like losing his soul. After the old man entered the house sickly, he began to sigh, so that the left minister Jin Lanting and the new right minister Jiang Yongle arrived together. The old minister did not notice it and was still sighing there.
Jiang Yongle felt a chill when he saw this scene. Local officials only knew that the Qing officials, who was originally in charge of the Ministry of Rites, was promoted to Minister of Internal Affairs because he got the best test in the Beijing Review chaired by Yin Maochun and Chen Wang, and thus stood out from a group of colleagues with similar ranks in the Ministry of Rites. However, the Beijing officials with a large number of sesame and mung beans knew it well that Jiang Yongle was able to get this increasingly jealous right minister. It was nothing more than that when he was very lucky to bet on the posthumous title after Xu Chuizi’s death, he bet on the posthumous title of the late emperor with great luck, and the posthumous title of “Wu Li” proposed was passed. The so-called outstanding Beijing Review was just a fig leaf for the court. Some officials and officials in the capital who looked down on Jiang Yongle were just calling him “Dog Shit Minister”! Before, Jiang Yongle was too lazy to care about anything and could not think about it. He had been an official in the capital for many years and had never had a deep foundation. Otherwise, he would not have had the trouble of ruling his posthumous title at that time. In Jiang Yongle’s opinion, the body of the minister who is rising and rising is real. If you don’t accept it, you can step on the shit. Can your official tutel be turned into an embroidered peacock? Just as the minister, I suddenly heard that Wu Li’s son, the posthumous title of the master, Xu Fengnian, broke into the capital without warning. Jiang Yongle was shocked. He had some idea of secretly competing with Jin Lanting, hoping that he might really become the Minister of Rites if he accidentally stepped on the shit again. Now, how could he dare to be so arrogant about the Shangshu’s seat is jealous, but his life is even more important. Therefore, Jiang Yong walked together along the wayThe joyful attitude was even lower than the sixth rank chief. I thought to myself that I must ask this Left Minister for advice on learning from the scriptures so that I can still have a prosperous official career in confrontation with Beiliang everywhere.
The old Shangshu finally came to his senses and reached out to signal the two deputy to take their seats. Looking at these two ministers, Sima Puhua was uncomfortable in the past. One age could be his son, and the other was even more excessive. He could be his grandson, but his official rank was only one level different. He just waited for his retirement to return home. The official sucking on one of the chests should be replaced by a second-grade pheasant! But the elderly man lost this little thought today, but he felt a little sympathetic. He glanced at the door of the house, coughed, and moistened his throat, and then slowly said: “Now the Japanese official suddenly received the order to welcome King Liang into the city. I believe both adults knew about it.”
Jiang Yongle nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice. Jin Lanting, who was praised as a beautiful story in Tai’an City because of the fact that he had a beard to show his ambition, remained unchanged and deserved to be the Shinsanlang, who was known as the “great beauty of the style”.
Next, Sima Puhua said some ordinary official words. If such an official accent is a yamen discussion on weekdays, the old man in his seventies could say that he would not breathe for one or two hours. This is what the public practice is. But today the old Shangshu did not stop talking, and reached out to touch the Tianhuang paper-shaving room given by the imperial court. He was silent for a moment, and said something that seemed to have taken a lot of effort: “At the time of separation, the vassal king told me that he would come to our Ministry of Rites to sit when he had time.”
Jin Lanting was calm. Jiang Yongle was stunned, not knowing whether it was an illusion. He always felt that Lord Shangshu looked at him intentionally or unintentionally after he finished speaking, full of pity, as if he was watching a poor worm facing punishment.
Sima Puhua’s eyelids were low and he added a tepid sentence: “That man said he wanted to reminisce about the past.”
Jin Lanting narrowed his eyes, stroked his delicate beard, and smiled and said, “Oh”
Jiang Yongle sweated like rain. To reminisce about the past, should you find Jin Lanting, or to find yourself, or to take the officials who have been on the table on the Ministry of Rites to take the table
The old Shangshu’s two dry fingers subconsciously stroked the warm-textured Tian Huang Ruishi paperweight. I don’t know if it was because it was similar to the skin of the new concubine who was 28 Fang’s Fang’s age, or whether it was feeling the great grace of the emperor.
The young vassal king said that he wanted to come to the Ministry of Rites to sit, and that he wanted to reminisce about the past, but Sima Puhua missed a passage. In fact, King Liang had a lot of polite greetings to him, a second-rank official, outside of this. Now, Gao Tingshu and Fan Changhou probably don’t know the group of “Xiangfu New Officials”. Only the older “Yonghui Old Ministers” know that there was a big joke in the early years of the Tai’an City officialdom. It was a group of war horses from Xianli Ranch on Beiliang Road. Sima Puhua was the Minister of Rites at the time. When he saw the memorial that the Beiliang horse was nearly six feet tall, he couldn’t help laughing. He immediately shared this interesting news with a large group of colleagues from the Ministry of Rites. He also commented, “The Malaysian in Beiliang is really big enough., it can be compared to the mules that pull manure in Tai’an City. The world is so big that there are really all kinds of strange things. The strangest ones in Beiliang are. As a result, when the Liang horses entered Beijing, Sima Puhua, a scholar who had never held a knife in his life, realized that the height of the horse was not calculated by the head of the horse, but only to the back of the horse!
This big joke made Sima Puhua unable to raise his head for many years, but as Sima’s official rank became higher and higher, it was less and less mentioned. Unexpectedly, just today, the young vassal king uncovered the scar and said to Shangshu with a smile, “Shangshu, I don’t know where there are mules that are nearly six feet tall in the capital. I must be aware of this trip, right?”
At that time, Sima Puhua could answer, so he had to lower his eyebrows and smile dryly without saying anything. Could it be that he nodded and said yes?
The old Shangshu thought about it, the more he felt more and more aggrieved. The old man who always believed that he was good at qi cultivation unknowingly clenched the paperweight.
Jiang Yongle had already begun to think about whether to take leave after placing illness. If it really didn’t work, he gritted his teeth and fell firmly, and his nose and face were swollen!
Jin Lanting finally spoke, but his words made Jiang Yongle confused: “Sir, I just collected a few cages of autumn crabs produced in Chunshen Lake at the government office. It was the most plump time. Whether it was steamed or locust salt, it was good. When will the adults have free time? Let’s taste it with the officials?”
The old Shangshu nodded, and a smile appeared on his face: “I heard that the second-large student, known as the genius in poetry, has recently written a masterpiece of crabs that has spread throughout Beijing, which is a masterpiece. There are wine, crabs and poems, and a few friends are so beautiful! “
Jiang Yongle became the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, but after spending time in the ritual office where everyone was in circles and playing puzzles, his cultivation was actually not bad. After savoring it, he could only hear the implication of Jin Lanting.
The poem Gao Tingshu, the new school’s second-level son, mentioned by the old Shangshu, had a finishing touch: But look at the crabs with cold eyes and see how long you will be rampant!