At sunset, countless officials who returned home from the major yamen on both sides of the left and right gates of Chang'an have always been a scenic spot in the capital. The number of officials working in these yamen, the complexity of grades, the messy clothes, the ages and the very different tools of transportation are all things that people who have never seen before cannot understand. It is like a nobleman like a Shangshu, perhaps the official uniform is simple, with only seventy-eighty-eighty-eighty-tie pulling a broken cart with an old cow; while the position is as low as the head, the rich and the rich in the family are brightly dressed, and the two of them have to use various decorations on their sedan chairs. On the way, whether to give way or fight for the way is always inevitable every day.

As the sky became completely dark, there were not fewer pedestrians on the road, but more pedestrians on the road. After all, during the Hongzhi period, few officials from the Ministry and the Court were actually Shen Zhengsan, and most of them would finish their work before returning home. However, at this time, those shabby or luxurious carriages and sedans were all courtesy of a carriage that drove out of the right gate of Chang'an. The reason was very simple. The person in the car was Li Dongyang, the prince's prince's lord, the minister of the Ministry of Revenue and the grandson of the Jinshen Hall. In addition to being courtesy, there were also low-ranking civil servants who were whispering to each other on two legs.

"The memorials have been delivered for two or three days, and I don't know what the cabinet is about to those memorials!"

"Yes, I heard that the day when His Highness the Crown Prince fled to Wenhua Palace to give lectures was Mr. Li who taught the Book of Rites."

What the outsider was talking about, and Li Dongyang in the car naturally didn't know. The Grand Secretary of the Cabinet went home to rest. According to the rules, he could not make an exception. What's more, those memorials carefully decorated and passionate memorials were not sent to the cabinet before the eunuch of the Silichus was sent to the imperial front forum forum. Where did he go to see it? Not seeing it does not mean that he didn't hear it. He has always been a person who is concerned about the movements in the court and officialdom, and this is inevitable that he is worried about the emperor's attitude.

Emperor Hongzhi was indeed a person who was good at doing good, but he had not been stubborn about some things. For example, the Zhang brothers were rampant and there were no one who knew how many censors wrote to impeach them, but almost all of them were left. The emperor even asked Guanglu Temple to serve as a wine for Zhang Heling to apologize to the censors. In the end, he couldn't stand it and actually taught the lesson himself. As for the words of the admonition, no one knew. Although Xu Xun is not as good as the Zhang brothers, since the prince likes it, it is not easy to move. What's more, if there is no evidence to report the news, which emperor would like the censors who brought the prince in?

"Master, Ma Shangshu's car is ahead, and it seems to be waiting for us."

When Li Dongyang heard the coachman's words, he pondered for a moment and immediately ordered the car to drive over. When the car stopped, he raised the curtains and saw that in the car opposite, the white-haired Ma Wensheng also looked over with a thick cotton curtain. While looking at each other, Ma Wensheng said, "Old Ge, the prince left halfway while teaching in Wenhua Hall a few days ago. A few censors in the court meeting were very buzzing. After I inquired carefully, I couldn't help but write a letter to make suggestions."

Seeing Li Dongyang's face shocked, Ma Wensheng hesitated for a moment and sighed: "I still remember that on the sixth day of the third month of the 11th year of Hongzhi, I gave lectures with the prince at Wenhua Hall. Five years later, in April of the 15th year of Hongzhi, I gave lectures to the prince at Wenhua Hall again. In addition, it was only the main dynasty, the winter solstice and the first day of each month, and I visited Wenhua Hall. Now, although there are many opportunities to meet Ruiyan in the past few months, every time I only have half a day, I can hardly see the prince's window textbooks. I am really worried.

Xing'an's predecessor is already a fait accompli. I don't want to say anything more, but it is impossible for me to instigate the prince to skip classes!"

In addition to their daily business exchanges, the top cabinet ministers and ministerial leaders of the Ming Dynasty did not easily interact easily. After all, when they arrived at their class, it was not a good thing to walk too hard in the eyes of the emperor. Therefore, although Li Dongyang respected Ma Wensheng as a human being, he also had a headache about his old age and was only having a general relationship with them. At this time, after hearing Ma Wensheng say these words, he couldn't help but frown tightly together.

"Brother Yozhai, things may not be as circulated outside. Why do you get involved with those censors?"

Ma Wensheng was old and didn't know if he didn't hear Li Dongyang clearly at this moment, but he deliberately pretended not to hear it. He paused and continued, "I have a handful of old bones and wrote several letters to retire several times. I shouldn't have occupied the position of Minister of Personnel again, but I really don't want to say something. Master Li should know better than me. The big characters that the crown prince can write now are in total. I am just afraid that there are already eunuchs in the palace who are favored by him. If there are treacherous villains outside and hook up on the crown prince to learn bad things, this will be out of control. I will never tolerate it! Even if what I said is wrong, as long as the emperor remembers it in his heart, at least it can be prevented from getting worse. It can be said that I will share the worries of the court before returning home."

Seeing the deep wrinkles on Ma Wensheng's face, Li Dongyang thought about it and wanted to persuade him for a few more words. It was obvious that the old man had white eyebrows, white beards and very stubborn. Finally, he pressed it down and nodded and said, "Well, I understand."

Li Dongyang's voice was not loud, and there were many pedestrians coming and going on the street. Ma Wensheng, who was behind his ear, couldn't help staring at Li Dongyang for a long time, until he almost figured out the mouth shape. He probably understood what the old man meant, and immediately nodded slightly, resigned, and put down the curtains.

Li Dongyang looked at the carriage that was so simple that it was not like a first-rank official who was gone, and then put down his hand and ordered the coachman to go. It was not the first time that he had deep helplessness to the Minister of Personnel, but this time after the helplessness, he thought for the first time that if this stubborn old man was not there, then who should be replaced?

Speaking of which, at least the most slippery Jiao Fang would never wade into this muddy water at this moment!

When the carriage turned into Li Ge Lao Hutong, Li Dongyang threw all these messy emotions behind his head. When he got off the car, his face did not feel as depressed as before. The butler who came forward carefully helped him get out of the car, then said: "Master, there are two groups of guests waiting for you here today. One is Mr. Liu, the Minister of War, the other is Mr. Wang, the Minister of Rites, and Mr. Xiao Wang, the head of the Wuxuan Department of the Ministry of War."

Liu Daxia, and Wang Hua and Wang Shouren!

Li Dongyang immediately understood the identities of the two groups of guests, and asked slightly with his brows: "Did he come at the same time or one after another?"

"It was Lord Wang and Lord Xiao Wang who came first, Lord Liu later. Lord Wang and Lord Xiao Wang were in the small flower hall, and Lord Liu was in the study. The young man didn't let Lord Liu know that there were guests in front of him."

"very good."

Li Dongyang nodded to the butler with appreciation and told him to go in and pass the message to Mrs. Zhu and Li Zhaofan, saying that he would not have to wait for him to have dinner together, so he tidied up his clothes and went to the study. He and Liu Daxia were both Hanlin Academy and both from Hunan. Although he grew up in the capital, others could not help but regard them as fellow villagers. In addition, they are now in the cabinet department, but this friendship has not been lost. Only Liu Daxia rarely comes to him, and it is really strange today.

Is it the same as Ma Wensheng? It is very likely that if you want to be stubborn, Liu Daxia will not let Ma Wensheng!

So, when he pushed the door into the study, Li Dongyang's face was full of warm smile: "Brother Dongshan, why are you free to visit me today?"

"Whatever guest I am, I am almost angry with that Wang Shouren!"

Liu Daxia stood up angrily and bowed to Li Dongyang. The two of them sat down. The book Tong immediately changed the tea plate with a small tea plate of danguis. After the person left, he said bluntly, "He is the head of the Wuxuan Department, not the head of the official position. He has transferred all kinds of historical and historical records to read. If the official position is not lending him, he will die. I just used the excuse of the funeral of the Duke Dingguo Mansion a few days ago and lent the person to the Ministry of Rites. As a result, after Dingchangsun submitted a letter, he actually sent the person back to me! That's fine. Today, he actually told me that the prince of Xing'an, Xu Xun, was practicing troops in Xiyuan, and he was willing to go there to stare!"

Li Dongyang, who was drinking tea, heard this and choked his throat with a sip of water and coughed repeatedly. After all, it was his suggestion to Liu Jian that he liberated Wang Shouren from the idle job of mourning Duke Ding. However, Wang Shouren actually made such a shocking suggestion, but he never expected that he could not help but think about the father and son who were waiting in the small flower hall.

"It is common for young people to be full of vigor. Since Brother Dongshan doesn't like him, it's better to send him to Xiyuan to keep an eye on it. In the past few days, several censors have been fiddling with writing books, and even Ma Wensheng mentioned Xu Xun's matter to me today. In this way, it can save those people from staring at such a trivial matter."

"Insignificant?" Liu Daxia indeed fell into the trap of Li Dongyang's redirection of the topic, and his eyebrows almost didn't stand up. "Xiya, you are so well-educated. Your Highness escaped your lectures. How can you be so calm? Ma Wensheng said nicely, he was not merciful, and he didn't say nicely, that was just an act of impulse! But he finally did a good thing this time! Forget it, I'm too lazy to do more trouble with him. After all, I've been wrong to promote him to the position. Alas, I regret it, I didn't see such a treacherous minister..."

Li Dongyang's original intention was that it was getting late at this moment. Liu Daxia came hungry and obviously couldn't sit for long. Unexpectedly, this old man, who was ten years older than him, was just talking nonsense. Sometimes he criticized Ma Wensheng for being wronged, sometimes he talked about the situation of the nine-sided army, and sometimes he turned on the head of the crown prince Zhu Houzhao... When Li Dongyang, who was hungry, finally sent the person out, he suddenly heard Liu Daxia's stomach screaming without competing.

Should you make you forget the time when you say it!

If it were to be normal, Li Dongyang might have kept people for food, but this time there was another wave of customers to see him. So he saw Liu Daxia get into the carriage that was as trembling as his age. He knew that the innocence of the Ministry of War was reluctant to buy something outside to fill his stomach. After turning around, he couldn't help but instruct: "Go, give Liu Shangshu a box of snacks immediately."

After saying this, Li Dongyang had to go and use half a piece of jujube cake to cushion first, and then walked to the small flower hall. As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Hua and Wang Shouren both standing up, and then asked seriously: "Boan, are you really planning to go to Xiyuan to observe the avant-garde drills of the government army? It's cold, and it's also the important juncture of the martial arts election at the end of the year, not to mention that Xu Xun is in trouble, and it's too late for others to hide from him. Do you have to get in on your own?"

Wang Shouren seemed to have not seen his father wink frequently, bowed and said loudly: "Report to Mr. Li, what I am afraid of is not trouble.
Chapter completed!