"Brother Tan, what you did in Jiangnan really made our supervisor's office face the face, allowing those who only know how to be a corpse and fight for power and profit to taste the power of our supervisor's office." As soon as Tan Zong finished speaking, the officials in the room surrounded him. One of the officials with a national face patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"Those guys only know to say in front of the official family that our supervisory office is troubled. Now, as soon as the matter in Jiangnan came out, they all closed their mouths, which is really satisfying." Then, a round-faced official standing in front of Tan Zong shouted at the people around him, "Everyone, do you say you are relieved or not."

"It's so satisfying. Brother Tan is so beautiful in Jiangnan."

"In the past, they were arrogant and showed off their might in front of us, and looked like a slut. As soon as the matter in Jiangnan came out, they immediately became turtles with their tails squatting, which made them feel so happy."

"Brother Tan, I heard that the battle of Yangzhou Prefecture was thrilling. Tell me quickly, how did you turn the tide and capture the rebels in one fell swoop."

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An echo sounded around him, and everyone praised Tan Zong in a verbal way.

Facing his enthusiastic colleagues, Tan Zong greeted him with a smile and seemed very humble. From these colleagues, he keenly realized that the relationship between the Supervision Office and the imperial officials seemed very tense.

"Brother Tan, go, I'm going to court." Just as Tan Zong was greeting the officials in the room, a drum sound suddenly rang out, and the former official with a national face said to him with a smile.

The drum is known as the Tongwen Drum. It sounds on time at 7:40 in the morning, reminding the officials waiting in the bungalow to enter the Meridian Gate. There is still a distance from Meridian Gate to the Golden Palace. The civil and military officials must arrive at the Golden Palace before 8:00.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, officials poured out of the bungalows one after another, and under the leadership of the cabinet masters and officials of various departments, the civil servants were on the left and the military generals were on the right, and silently entered from the left and right trunk gates of the Meridian Gate. Only dull and messy footsteps were heard at the scene.

After entering the Meridian Gate, Tan Zong was mixed with the officials of the Supervision Office, looking at the tall and majestic buildings along the way with great interest while walking. Because he came and went in a hurry last night and the sky was dim, he could not take a good look at the Forbidden City. Now it seems that the Forbidden City is majestic and magnificent, demonstrating the supreme authority of the emperor.

When they arrived at the south of Jinshui Bridge, the officials stopped and ranked according to their grade and their affiliated departments. Officials from various departments gathered together and formed several queues side by side.

There are two queues ahead of these several queues, inside which are cabinet masters and officials of various ministries. When the court comes, only these cabinet masters and officials of various ministries can enter the Golden Palace, and the others can only stand outside the hall.

The queue of the Supervision Office is located in the middle, which means that when you go to court, these officials of the Supervision Office will walk in front of each team, which is of great importance.

Among the officials in the Supervision Office, Tan Zong had the lowest rank, so he could only be at the end of the queue. He glanced at the officials in the queue on both sides from the corner of his eyes and found that the officials were all serious and squinted, standing there like clay sculptures.

Just as Tan Zong was secretly looking at the officials around him, a few crisp whips suddenly sounded. Then, the two queues of cabinet masters and officials from various departments, standing in front moved, leading the queues behind them across the Jinshui Bridge, standing on both sides of the imperial road under the Danban in Fengtianmen, waiting for the arrival of the saint.

A moment later, accompanied by a bell and drums, Emperor Qingping's imperial chariot surrounded by eunuchs, palace maids and guards and walked up to the imperial road. Seeing this, the civil and military officials along the way knelt down one after another like dominoes, and a wave of human beings was formed from a distance.

Tan Zong followed the officials and knelt down. He quietly looked up and found that the cabinet masters and officials from various departments were just bowing to Emperor Qingping, but did not kneel down. According to the rules, the officials of the court were going to salute Emperor Qingping in the Golden Palace.

After Emperor Qingping sat on the dragon chaise on the Golden Palace, the guards standing outside the hall whipped again. Then, the Honglu Temple sang to the class, and the cabinet masters and officials from various departments entered the Golden Palace one by one, while the rest could only stand respectfully on both sides of the imperial road.

"Long live the emperor." Shortly after the cabinet masters and officials from various departments entered the Golden Palace, a burst of powerful shouts came from it, and it seemed that they were worshiping Emperor Qingping.

"The official family has an order. Those who write to the letter to talk about the matter will stay, and the rest will return to the yamen to take charge of the officials." A moment later, an official from the Honglu Temple walked out of the Golden Palace and said loudly to the officials standing on both sides of the imperial road.

"Long live the emperor!" Hearing this, the officials knelt down one after another and kowtowed three times in front of the Golden Palace.

After the ceremony, officials from each department left in sequence in sequence, leaving only Tan Zong and twenty or thirty officials who had any questions left at the scene.

"Sir, please, please." Then, the official from the Honglu Temple turned sideways and made a gesture to invite them to come up at the remaining officials.

"Are you going to enter the Golden Palace?" Seeing this, Tan Zong couldn't help but have a thought in his heart.

"Sir Tan, follow me." As soon as Tan Zong's thought flashed, an official in the Supervision Office in front of him turned his head and whispered to him. It was the former official with a national face.

Upon hearing this, Tan Zong hurriedly followed the official with a national face. If he remembered correctly, the official with a national face was named Lin Qingliang, a doctor in the Supervision Office, and a fifth-rank official.

When they arrived in front of the Golden Palace, the twenty or thirty officials stood in the corridors on both sides of the entrance of the hall, with civil servants on the left and military generals on the right.

At first, Tan Zong thought that the officials on both sides of the Imperial Road would have to wait until Emperor Qingping came to court before leaving, and he couldn't help but feel depressed: God knows when he will leave the court, and the officials are not talking about the wind and sun here, but also delaying the handling of official duties.

He only now knew that when most officials went to court, they would go back to the yamen to handle official duties after bowing to the government office, and would not have to stand outside the Golden Palace and wait stupidly. No wonder they could be so leisurely in the bungalow. It turned out that it was just a slight mattress.

After Tan Zong stood in the corridor, he realized that the person standing beside him was an acquaintance, Zhou Heng, the doctor of the Ministry of Works, so he nodded at him friendly.

Seeing this, Zhou Heng smiled and nodded to Tan Zong. The two of them then stood there respectfully, waiting for the summons of the officials of the Honglu Temple.

Since he was standing at the entrance of the hall, Tan Zong and others could clearly hear the sounds in the hall, and listen to the movements inside with their ears erected.

Because Emperor Ping of Qing went to Chengde Villa to escape the summer heat, he accumulated a lot of matters and did not deal with them. He just came back yesterday and was exhausted. Officials from various departments should not report to avoid disturbing their rest. So after attending court today, they started the affairs at hand in sequence.

As time goes by, officials standing in the corridor were called in to report the matter one after another by officials of the Honglu Temple. After the matter was finished, they stood in the corridor again.

Tan Zong clearly felt that the atmosphere in the hall had gradually changed, from the gentle breeze and drizzle at the beginning, gradually becoming full of gunpowder. Not only did the civil officials and military generals quarreled over small matters, but the supervisory office and civil officials and military generals were also tense and attacked each other.

When the quarrel was fierce, the officials in the hall were making noises like shrews in the vegetable market, and they had no prestige of the officials of the dynasty. They were just cursing, which opened their eyes.

Until noon, Tan Zong had not been summoned to the hall. During this period, he went to the toilet to solve his physiological problems. In the toilet, he met a thin, black-faced middle-aged man squatting inside and spitting mist, smoking dry tobacco leisurely. Judging from the official uniform, he was a fifth-rank censor at the Censorate.

"You are the sixth-rank guerrilla guerrilla Tan Zongtan of the Supervision Office." Tan Zong nodded friendly to the thin black-faced middle-aged man, saying hello. The thin black-faced middle-aged man looked up and down at Tan Zong, pulled out the dry tobacco from his mouth, and asked tentatively.

"It's just that I'm here, I don't know what you call me?" Tan Zong didn't expect that he was so famous that he could be recognized by anyone just by going to the toilet. He smiled and bowed to the thin and thin middle-aged man with a black face and asked.

"Who is here, Lord Tan will naturally know then." The thin middle-aged man with black face looked at Tan Zong again, sneered, wiped his butt with straw paper, and left.

"Are you sick?" When the black-faced thin middle-aged man walked out of the toilet, Tan Zong, with a puzzled look, curled up the corner of his mouth, muttered, took out his little brother and put it on to water. He felt that the black-faced thin middle-aged man seemed to be full of hostility towards him.

At about 1:00 p.m., Emperor Ping of Qing announced a temporary suspension of court. Officials in the hall and Tan Zong and others in the corridor came to a courtyard for lunch under the eunuchs.

The officials entered different rooms according to the grade. The imperial kitchen had already prepared the meals according to the number of people and placed them on the table one by one. Everyone could start eating after they sat down.

Tan Zong and the twenty or thirty officials in the corridor were sitting at a table under the leadership of Lin Qingliang. The people who were at the same table with Tan Zong were all officials from the Supervision Office, whispering while eating.

Tan Zong looked at the room and immediately found something interesting. The officials who were eating in the room were clearly divided into three parts, including civil officials, military generals, and people from the Supervisory Office.

The eunuchs who were responsible for preparing the meal seemed to have known that the three forces in the court were in conflict, so the food was arranged according to the heads of the three forces, without any mistakes.

To Tan Zong's expectations, lunch was not as luxurious as he imagined. It can be simply described: according to the different regions of the north and south, the staple food is divided into pasta and rice. Each person has two meat and two vegetables in front of him, and each dish is not much. If it is not enough, the eunuchs will serve it again. The purpose of this is to eliminate waste. This has been the case since the founding of Dashun to show his importance to food.

After lunch and resting for about two cups of tea, the officials were taken back to the Golden Palace by the eunuch and continued to attend court.

"Brother Lin, who is that black-faced censor?" After Tan Zong stood firm in the corridor of the Golden Palace, he accidentally saw the black-faced thin censor mixed with the officials from various departments walking towards the gate of the Golden Palace, so he asked Lin Qingliang beside him in a low voice.

"The main hall is full of noise, no noise!" Lin Qingliang glanced at the black-faced and thin middle-aged censor, and was about to answer, but suddenly, the preface squad in charge of the correction of the ceremony of the Honglu Temple who was patrolling the side said to Tan Zong and Lin Qingliang in a deep voice.

When Lin Qingliang heard this, he shook his head helplessly at Tan Zong. These damn Honglu Temple preface classes were like flies with chicken blood, staring at the officials who went to court. Sometimes even farts would be scolded. It was like eating enough to do nothing.
Chapter completed!