The living room of Shenfu is decorated in a grand and elegant manner, which is in line with the appearance of the prime minister's mansion.

Shen Shixing said this to Lin Yanchao with calm expression.

While speaking, the maid brought a bowl of lotus seed porridge to Shen Shixing and Lin Yanchao.

The two of them were having a chat while eating, and Shen Shixing spoke openly and did not hide the fact that Baolin Yanchao was not just because he was his disciple.

This not only did not make Lin Yanchao feel uncomfortable, but instead felt that Shen Shixing spoke openly. The two of them had both the status of teachers and students in the officialdom and the relationship between teachers and students in the secular world today.

Shen Shixing said: "I know you want to deal with Zhang Jing, but if you want to use today's affairs to attack Zhang Jing, it is wrong. In the eyes of the emperor, the civil servants want to hate Zhang Jing, so they want to protect Zhang Jing."

"A Dongchang, which is inconsistent with civil officials, is the Dongchang the emperor wants. So although Zhang Jing lost so badly today and was defeated, the emperor trusted him more because of this incident."

Lin Yanchao lowered his head and said, "My teacher is really inferior to students."

Shen Shixing said again: "Don't pretend to be ignorant of nothing in front of me. In fact, you know everything in your heart, but I would rather you go to the Nanli Shishi. When I arrive at the Beili Shishi, the next step is to enter the cabinet and become a minister. For you, you are still too early, which is equivalent to being at the forefront of the storm. But if you like to hit the stage one by one, then I can only be as beautiful as an adult."

Lin Yanchao said: "Students thank teachers for their cultivation."

After saying a few more words, Lin Yanchao immediately stood up and said goodbye.

Shen Shixing was drinking porridge, and at this time Shen Jiu had already entered from behind the screen and cleaned up the tea bowls.

Shen Jiu smiled and said, "Master, today's Master Lin is really not afraid of Zhang Jing at all."

Shen Shixing said: "Yes, he is simply arrogant. He doesn't take Dongchang seriously now. What about the future? By the way, he is not a ritual servant. He is so powerful at such a young age. Fortunately, he is still dedicated to the country and the people. However, throughout the ages, emperors have always used people to keep their skills but not trustworthy. This time, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites depends on what the emperor thinks."

At this moment, the question book that the court has already been presented to the emperor.

In the warm pavilion of Qianqing Palace.

Zhang Jing served the emperor to take off his boots, support him onto the kang, then grind ink, and handed over a red pen.

The emperor pointed at Zhang Jing with a red pen and said, "Today, in front of the left gate of Que Zuo, the face of Dongchang has been completely forgotten, and it also has my face. How can you raise your head in front of the court officials in the future?"

Zhang Jing said depressedly: "Long live, I am stupid. I can only serve you in my life. I will not do anything else. Long live, please let me return to the palace to serve you. Who do this Dongchang loves?"

The emperor said, "You are still stubborn. Did I ask you to frame the minister? Don't you know that this person is my prime minister?"

Zhang Jing did not dare to say anything and beat the emperor's legs.

"Why don't you say it?"

"Old slave... I'm afraid that Long Live the Lord will say that I'm stubborn. I'm just trying Lin Sanyuan's loyalty for the emperor, so I threw a bait and tried it."

The emperor smiled angrily and said, "I really thank you. Do you think this is OK? I don't have to ask the Ministry of Personnel to hire people in the future, just ask the East Factory?"

Zhang Jing cried and said, "Long live, I know I am wrong."

The emperor slapped the table and shouted, "What should I say about Gao Huai?"

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed and said, "Your Majesty, I'm not talking nonsense. I've long suspected that he did have contact with Lin Sanyuan."

"Are there any certificates?"

Zhang Jing hesitated and said, "I can't take it for a while."

The emperor sneered and moved his pen to the inscription book on the Ministry of Personnel in front of him. The first name was Lin Yanchao and the second name was Huang Fengxiang.

The emperor was about to start writing and suddenly asked Zhang Jing: "Can there be a thirty-year-old cabinet master in this dynasty?"

Zhang Jing said: "It has never happened. I remember that Peng Shi, a man who entered the cabinet at the age of 32, participated in the maintenance service."

The emperor nodded and said, "That was Peng Wenxian, but how could it be compared with today at that time?"

The emperor stopped writing, hesitated for a while and then suddenly said, "I remember that Lin Yanchao had never taught Nei Shutang!"

Zhang Jing said: "Your Majesty is wise."

The emperor closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened his eyes and said, "There is no wind and waves. I will immediately pass on my decree to let Gao Huai go to Nanjing to serve as the governor of Xiaoling Palace and set off tomorrow."

Zhang Jing was overjoyed when he heard this. Gao Huai's departure was equivalent to eliminating his great troubles. Zhang Jing immediately shouted: "I am obeying the sacred order."

The emperor glanced at Zhang Jing and said, "How are you happy? Do you understand my intention?"

Sweat dripped from Zhang Jing's forehead, and then immediately calmed down his joy and said, "For what the emperor taught, the eunuchs in the palace must not have any contact with the previous dynasty, or even have no connection with them."

The emperor nodded, as if he remembered the past: "At that time... Feng Daban was too close to the outside court."

After saying that, the emperor's pen paused slightly in the title book, he immediately wrote the name between the two names.

Zhang Jing smiled bitterly when he saw this.

Two days later, it snowed in the capital at night.

After the snow stopped, the street stalls had already handed the lights, and the sound of scattered carriages sounded on the streets.

This scene has long been accustomed to the people in Beijing.

After midnight, the Beijing official who lived in the outer city got up early and came to court from home.

The coachman and followers of the Beijing officials also wanted to follow them on the road.

The snow fell last night covered the streets with a thin layer, and the weather was still cold after the snow.

In the whistling north wind, the porridge shops and cake shops on both sides of the street are already open.

Several carriages outside a porridge shop stopped, and the wind lights on the carriage illuminated the streets and alleys. The entire capital city outside the streets and alleys was gradually waking up, and the sky began to show white fish belly.

Several officials walked into the porridge shop, and their servants could only stand outside the shop. Although there were many empty seats in the shop, they did not dare to enter in because of their identity. They could only shrink their necks and drink a bowl of hot bean porridge outside the door.

In the shop, the boss brought a few bowls of hot bean porridge. Although the officials were sweating, they still agreed to it together.

Several officials called the boss out and asked, "Why is this bean porridge in the store so delicious? But are there any tricks?"

The store owner smiled and said, "I asked a few masters, but the young man had no ability, so he could cook bean porridge. It was nothing. The beans were extremely difficult to cook, so the villain had cooked them well, and then put them in the pot. He cooked a pot of white porridge with white rice in the middle of the night every day. When the guests were about to eat them, they poured the beans on the white porridge."

All the officials smiled and said, "This is not the way Shi Chong cooks bean porridge."

The store owner didn’t know who Shi Chong was, so he could only laugh dryly at the moment.

One of these officials is Lu Yicheng, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue. He has been an official in the capital for many years but still lives in the shabby alleys in the outer city. The Ministry of Revenue is a fat man, and he has made a lot of money in recent years as the Lang Office.

But he was very cautious, at least he did not show his appearance, and he still lived in the outer city. When he went to the yamen, he ate a bowl of hot bean porridge with the lowly officials to show that he was clean and honest.

"Mr. Lu, I heard that you have pushed you to go back to your hometown to visit your relatives again and are on duty at the headquarters. This move is really a role model for our officials."

Lu Yicheng knew that he was unwilling to return to his hometown because he was afraid of leaving this hot position of the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue. If he could not regain his post after returning to his hometown, he would be in trouble if he was placed in the place.

Lu Yicheng smiled and said, "Where, where, it is Lu's duty to serve the imperial court. First, then the family, and loyal to the country, that is, to be filial to the family."

"Well said!" Several officials applauded.

"No wonder Lord Lu moved to the fifth-rank doctor in just eight years as an official. Such hardworking and dedicated public service, first public and then private are really our role models."

Lu Yicheng smiled and said humbly: "I dare not take it, I dare not take it."

"Get it, get it."

Lu Yicheng's smile was even more obvious. For eight years, he has been a low-key person in front of Shangguan. He has never returned to his hometown to visit relatives. It is not for his current status.

As for Lin Yanchao's kindness when he came forward to let him stay in Beijing as an official, he had long lost his memory.

Everyone pushed for a while, but saw another carriage stopping, and an official walked into the porridge shop opposite.

Everyone knew this person when they looked.

"Isn't that the doctor Guo?"

“That’s right.”

"Do you want to say hello?"

"Hey, a big shot like Doctor Guo, how can you like me?"

"He is a celebrity in front of Shen Guide, the Minister of Rites!"

Lu Yicheng felt sad after seeing it. He had been an official for eight years and climbed to the position of doctor in the Ministry of Revenue. This was a quick success in the Jinshi re-received in the same year.

But Guo Zhengyu was a Jinshi in the 11th year of Wanli. He had been on an equal footing with him in just five years as an official, which made Lu Yicheng feel balanced.

Lu Yicheng listened to the officials talking about how Guo Zhengyu was. He spoke out for the sake of the public republic of the world and lame his leg.

Then, the Tianli Daily was very exciting.

Listening to all kinds of things, his heart was strangely uncomfortable. Lu Yicheng couldn't help but complain that Guo Zhengyu could have the support of Lin Yanchao today. If Lin Yanchao could have the support of him as he was to Guo Zhengyu, his future today would be more than just a doctor in the Ministry of Revenue.

Thinking of this, Lu Yicheng felt bad, so he put down half of the bean porridge.

Forget the money, all the officials walked out of the porridge shop. At this time, someone had already come out of the Huangming Daily Newspaper on the street. Several servants were loading bundles of Huangming Times newspapers on horse-drawn carriages and preparing to transport them to newspaper stands in various parts of the capital.

An official in Lu Yicheng's side walked to the carriage with his hands behind his back. When the clerk who was looking at the newspaper saw the official, he immediately said attentively: "This is not Lord Li, what wind has blown you?"

"Stop being polite, what's new in the newspaper today?"

"Yes, Lord Li wants to hear about this matter. The Minister of Rites' recommendation has already come true."

"Oh, who is the adult who pushed it up?"

"It's better to see it for yourself!"

The minor official presented the newspaper. The Huangming Times of the Censorate sold a piece of money for five cents. Even the officials didn't want to buy it, so they had the idea of ​​freely reporting.

The official took the Times and took a breath on the spot.

The other officials also rush to read the newspaper, but when they arrived at Lu Yicheng's hands, his face twitched after reading it.

The wind is blowing, and it looks like it is about to snow.
Chapter completed!