Chapter 797 Xu Fengnian made a big fuss in the Ministry of Rites, and the Imperial Heavenly Prison was waiting for the enemy in a tight battle.
The officials in the capital knew what kind of person is, not to mention wandering around in a python robe, they wished they could stay in the deep courtyard without seeing anyone.
The little official fought with his teeth and said, “Bei…Bei…Beiliang King, is there anything you need to do?”
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, “Didn’t Lord Yang just say that you would go to the Ministry of War?”
The little official who was sweating from his forehead said tremblingly: “It’s okay…It’s okay, the prince has just arrived, and our yamen is so gorgeous…”
Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, “Let’s go.”
Just as the little official was bent to prepare to apply oil to his feet, the notorious Northwest vassal king said softly: “Huang Qianshan, right? Remember before leaving, he said loudly, “The yamen is important, no one is involved, and you cannot enter without permission from the Ministry of War.”
Huang Qianshan, who was obedient, had a blank mind. When he finished shouting honestly, he walked away far away. The little official of the Arsenal Officer who knew it later woke up in horror. He was so scared that he could only walk tremblingly on the wall, thinking that I was looking for death.
But when he walked out for a long time, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He was stunned on the spot. He looked back and looked at the young vassal king who was still standing there, the young man who had often scolded and ridiculed with his colleagues a few years ago.
Huang Qianshan’s eyes were complicated, he sighed and turned around to move forward.
I’m afraid there will be no small officials qualified to participate in the court meeting in their entire lives, and gradually they will no longer be afraid and suspicious.
I just felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.
When Xu Fengnian got on the car, Xu Yanbing asked, “Why don’t you walk in and take a look?”
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, “When Xu Xiao was young, he wouldn’t go in.”
Xu Yanbing smiled knowingly and nodded, “The General should think so too.”
The carriage drove towards the Zhao Family Weng, which was not far away. It was time to retreat to the court, and many carriages came towards him. After all, in addition to the powerful six ministries, the capital also had a large and numerous yamen located elsewhere.
Carriages and horse riding officials passed by this inconspicuous carriage.
Xu Yanbing stopped outside the Ministry of Rites’ yamen. The carriages or mounts of officials from the Ministry of Rites had already filled the space, making the wide roads entering and leaving the yamen still crowded. There is no way. The Ministry of Rites is now the most noble and noble dynasty. The ushering in and seeing off the trip is extremely heavy. Many other officials who were unwilling to step into the Ministry of Rites before are now coming to the Ministry of Rites every now and then to find a doctor and a doctor to talk about the old condom. As for the Minister of Rites Sima Puhua and the Left Assistant Minister Jin Lanting, don’t expect it. Unless they are at the level of the Assistant Minister of Rites, they will never meet. Having said that, I’ve arrived at the waiterLang’s position was not very good
So when Xu Yanbing just stopped at random, a minor official from the Ministry of Rites came over soon, but he did not immediately act domineering or speak ill of harsh words. Tai’an City has deep water and many dragons, and there are countless bloody lessons from the past. It has summarized a truth: be kind to others, and if you can tolerate them, you will definitely be wrong. It is better to be a turtle with a head buzzard than to chop off with a knife.
The tiny official was very grateful for his cautiousness. When he saw the young man who lifted the curtain, he immediately realized that he was a member of the Ministry of Rites. Compared with the absurd and funny two people in the Arsenal of the Ministry of War, this guy quickly bowed deeply and said respectfully: “Sir, please see the King of Beiliang!”
Xu Fengnian walked out of the carriage, nodded, and walked straight to the Ministry of Rites.
The official from the Ministry of Rites behind him still dared not get up until Xu Fengnian walked into the door.
He looked humble and wished he could bend down and bow until the end of the world.
The person who led the way for the young vassal king was a lucky doctor in the Ministry of Rites’ temple sacrifice to the Qing officials and officials. He happened to meet the King of Northern Liang on a narrow road and had nowhere to escape. Several subordinates accompanied him instantly set a distance from the doctor, and he did not even have the awareness of sacrificing his life for justice.
Nowadays, the threshold of the Ministry of Rites is not easy to enter. If you don’t have enough acquaintances to lead the way, you will be troubled by other officials of the Ministry of Rites who have been resentful for many years. The fact is naturally true. However, this person in front of you will be the bullshit rules when he is still the Prince of Beiliang, he can already go to the hall with a sword!
So when the Qing officials and officials heard that the King of Beiliang said he wanted to meet the old Shangshu, he didn’t dare to let go of any farts. He lowered his head and bowed to help lead the way, saying that there was still an unshakable imperial study room to discuss politics after the resignation of the court, and it might take the prince to wait for a moment.
Xu Fengnian walked into Sima Puhua’s room, but did not refuse the doctor from the Ministry of Rites to serve tea and water.
Seeing the young vassal king standing in front of the book “The Frog’s Sound of the Mountain Spring” by Lord Shangshu, stopping to appreciate it, and carefully handed over a cup of hot tea, the doctor remembered something. After Beiliang’s inheritance, this young man was scolded for being a waste of resources and randomly wrote inscriptions and signatures on genuine calligraphy and paintings in the city, and even simply stamped the word “fake”. At first, many officials in the capital and scholars in the Central Plains, after obtaining the calligraphy and paintings circulated from the Beiliang Palace, they beat their chests and stamped their feet, hoping to catch the young man from Wutongyuan and beat them up. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, they immediately changed their faces, and each one was laughing from the other. The reason is simple. No matter how strong the Shilin leader resists, as long as you are willing to sell these calligraphy and paintings that are handed down by the young vassal kings, the next company’s bid will be doubled at the least. Even so, it will still be priced but not at all!
Thinking of this, the doctor felt a little guilty. When Jin Lanting, who hated Beiliang the most, entered the Ministry of Rites to sit in the second seat, he endured itHe gave up his love and sold several calligraphy and paintings to show his loyalty, but he still secretly hid a “Cool Post” and thought that one day he would take it out to show off to others when he was old and left the officialdom and returned home. Or maybe one day it is time to reach a critical moment in the career where you can go or not, and then you can hand over the short letter with only a few words to your early imperial examination teacher at a low price. It’s a waste of time to dream! Qingliang Tie, Qingliangshan, just relying on the two extremely special words “Qingliang” meanings, the doctor conservatively estimated that it would be worth 500 taels! gold!
After finishing the tea, Xu Fengnian walked to the desk and opened an exquisite sandalwood box, which was neatly placed with six ink ingots. He took out one of the ingots, which was made of two dragons spitting beads and gold patterns. The seal script was “Hua Zhang Huancai”, which was obviously from the court tribute ink of Chu Zhi, a master of ink making ink in the old Southern Tang Dynasty. Rare objects like this have been passed down for decades, but now they have become things on the Liyang official’s desk. However, compared with the displaced Spring and Autumn survivors, they also left their hometowns, these dead objects seem to be much luckier. They can survive until another scholar who knows the goods cannot let go. Many of the dead people can only know where they die in a foreign land.
The Minister of Shangshu Sima Puhua still did not return to the Ministry of Rites. The doctor who was suffering from the torture was getting paler and paler.
A cough sounded outside the door, and the doctor of the Qing official department walked out of the house calmly and saw that it was a good relationship with the Qing official department, Wailang, who had been a good person for more than ten years, but he could not be promoted. The latter said with a sad face: “Mr. Liu, Lord Shangshu arrived at the yamen and turned around and left, saying that he wanted to go to the provincial government to do business. He also said that he should not let the prince know. Let us only say that the political discussion took a long time today. We may not be able to leave the palace before noon. We also asked us to treat the prince well. Whoever made mistakes will be punished.”
Hearing this bad news, the doctor almost jumped and cursed, resisted the urge to run away on the spot, and took several deep breaths outside the house, as if his heart and liver were in pain.
At this time, the doctor suddenly appeared and whispered in the ear of Yuanwailang. The latter looked embarrassed. The doctor patted the latter’s shoulder heavily and said in a decisive tone: “Go quickly!”
After explaining the matter, the doctor returned to the house as calmly as possible, and told the young vassal king this tone. When he spoke, he was full of sincerity and guilt. A few years ago, he secretly gathered a maid in the mansion and caught the evil woman in bed, but he did not see the doctor so humble.
Xu Fengnian glanced at him, nodded expressionlessly, and said, “Sir Shangshu is not here, Minister Jiang and General Jin Lanting should be here.”
The doctor did not care about the implications of the two different names, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, “Mr. Jiang is here. Originally, Lord Jiang was off, and he went back to the yamen to handle government affairs. After resigning from the court, he returned to the Ministry of Rites and was here too!”
Compared with Shangshuwu, which stands out in the crowd, although the two ministers of the Ministry of Rites have one person in their own house, the house is connected to several other doctors and servants, so it does not seem so unique.
The Ministry of Rites is a place to teach people to follow rules, with its own rules and red tape that is so picky.
Xu Fengnian and the doctor walked to the house of Jiang Yongle, the doctor found that Jiang Yongle had just run back from outside, panting, and didn’t care about maintaining any manners in front of the officials.
When the doctor saw this right assistant minister, he had only one thought in his mind: Lord Jiang, take care of himself. It was not that the servant wanted to drag you into the water, but that the servant had already cheated and killed him. If I don’t let someone cheat you and scare you back, the servant might not be able to see the sun tomorrow. Well, in fact, the little bastard in Xiaguan’s family has a slang term used as a catchphrase. Now I think it’s reasonable: being in the world means being a dead fellow Taoist who will not die. To be honest, if you, Lord Jiang, accidentally died suddenly, the official will try his best to carry the burden of the Ministry of Rites on your shoulders.