Ugly time.

The night sky is gradually becoming transparent.

In the carriage, Ge Min finished reading the manuscript with trepidation. Suddenly, a cold wind blew in, causing him to shiver, and hurriedly wrapped his mink fur tightly.

He will be skeptical of the content of the manuscript, but he would rather believe it than believe it.

For a while, the fox was even more suspicious.

He half-squinted his eyes, lest he miss Yao Hongyi's every delicate expression, and asked, "Since you want to join forces to squeeze out the Ministry of Rites, why do you want me to know?" ”

Yao Hongyi smiled but did not answer.

Ge Mincai asked again: "If you want the Ministry of Rites to know, why don't you tell Lord Xu directly?" ”

Yao Hongyi still didn't answer, his eyes were terrifyingly deep against the background of the dim candle flame.

Ge Min had no choice but to secretly think about the mystery inside.

This "financial budget plan" involves the governor of political affairs, five books other than the Ministry of Rites, a scholar of Hanlin and a palace attendant......

There is no prime minister.

He had an idea and said tentatively: "It was Pang Xianggong who sent you?" ”

"Yes."

Yao Hongyi smiled slightly and nodded.

"Why?"

"As you guessed, Xianggong doesn't like people to cross him and do this kind of thing."

"Even if it's good for the people?"

"Well, even if it's good for the people."

Ge Min stroked his chin, his expression was like a mystery, and he muttered for a long time, gradually revealing a wicked smile.

"Why me?"

Yao Hongyi grinned, and when he heard him ask, he knew that he was already moved.

"Xu Yaoling is too pedantic; Ye Mingcheng...... It's both clear and wise, but it's too dangerous. ”

"Hahahaha!"

Ge Min laughed when he heard this, stroked his palms and said, "Brother Yigong's eyes are like torches. ”

"On the fifth day of the first month, act on the opportunity."

"Wait!"

"Huh?"

"I don't really care about what will happen to the Ministry of Rites, but if I am at the mercy of someone as a pawn, my little brother will never want to."

The implication is to ask for returns.

In this section, Yao Hongyi has been calculating since the beginning, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and the corners of his mouth always had a smile: "What if...... What about being a pawn of the official? ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"The prime minister doesn't like someone to trespass, does the official family like it?"

Ge Min was stunned and shook his hands involuntarily.

"This ......"

"Brother Zhaolan, when you return home, you should think about it."

Yao Hongyi lifted the curtain of the door and pushed him out of the car.

Then he whispered to the coachman: "Let's go!" ”

Ge Mincai was still pondering, and unexpectedly, he almost fell.

When I looked back, the carriage had already driven away.

Except for the sound of horses' hooves gradually disappearing, the empty bridgehead seems to have nothing happened.

……

The carriage is not going to Yaofu.

In front of the teahouse in Yufupo, the sound of the footsteps is from far and near.

Pang Ji followed the prestige, and after confirming the visitor, he called: "Yigong." ”

"Teacher."

"Done?"

"Yes."

"So good," Pang Ji smiled as if self-deprecatingly, sighed, and said, "Let's go, go in and have a cup of tea." ”

Yao Hongyi didn't move.

"What's wrong?"

Pang Ji asked.

"Teacher,"

Ge Mincai's question asked Yao Hongyi's heart. Taking a deep breath, for the first time in his life, he questioned Pang's approach: "Even if it is beneficial to the people of the community? ”

"Huh?"

"Even if it's beneficial to the people of the society, teacher, do you want to intervene in the peace?"

Pang Jiding looked at him for a while, and then lost his voice: "Do you think that the teacher is 'meddling in peace'?" ”

"How not?"

Yao Hongyi gradually became a little resentful.

This "financial budget plan" is the work of everyone, and it also embodies his hard work!

Pang Ji shook his head lightly, and said helplessly: "If you don't have concerns, tell me about this matter...... You, just wait to be hated by the officials! ”

"The disciple thinks," Yao Hongyi gritted his teeth and said all the words in his heart: "The teacher is prejudiced against the official family. ”

"Am I biased against him?"

Pang Ji didn't laugh angrily.

The low laugh shook his chest, and it was not until the laughter stopped that he pointed at Yao Hongyi and said, "It's you who have prejudice against being a teacher!" ”

Yao Hongyi stopped breathing, stared at Pang Ji, and did not look away.

After a long time, he said: "Teacher, you will say it with your conscience, isn't the official family a Ming Jun?" ”

Pang Ji stiffened slightly.

Doesn't it count?

He asked himself seriously.

Putting aside the grievances between them, the official family is much better than the first emperor.

Regardless of means, vision, and strategy, it is much better. Most importantly, the official family is a person of extreme patience and perseverance.

Even compared with Emperor Taizong, it is not inferior.

But...... Is it Mingjun?

A pair of ink-like deep eyes unexpectedly appeared in Pang Ji's mind.

The backlit figure, the blood-spattered face.

In the early morning of Taiyuan Mansion, the plain white "bamboo leaf weaving".

That is a strategy that he knows by heart.

That cup of white dew tea.

"It's just that you haven't seen anything better."

Pang Ji frowned and smiled bitterly.

"The disciple doesn't think that the official family is inferior to Taizong."

Yao Hongyi subconsciously felt that Pang Ji was referring to Taizong.

"No, it's not Emperor Taizong......" Pang Ji shook his head frequently, and sighed with emotion: "It's not the first emperor." ”

“……”

"The 'financial budget plan' will be implemented eventually," Pang Ji didn't want to explain to him, but only assured: "The official family will definitely let it be implemented, but if you don't suffer some hardships, he will hold a grudge." ”

"What?"

Yao Hongyi was suffocated, completely puzzled.

"Officials hate things they can't control."

"The whole world is his, so why not let him control everything?"

Yao Hongyi asked rhetorically.

Hearing this, all of a sudden, Pang Ji's heart moved.

Yes.

The whole world is his.

He deserves to be in control!

At this moment, Pang Ji finally knew what the official family lacked.

It's self-confidence.

Confidence in mastering the world.

That kind of self-confidence that "everything in the world is owned by me".

His inexplicable stubbornness in controlling the things around him seems to be more out of uneasiness.

What are the officials worried about?

Pang Ji was frightened by his thoughts, and for a moment, he almost couldn't kick out of breath.

"Teacher?"

Yao Hongyi called him.

"You can go home for the time being, and guarantee the teacher, and the plan will be implemented smoothly."

Pang Ji's face was pale, and he commanded thoughtfully.

……

The third day of the Lunar New Year.

Mao time.

The official family is in the Wende Hall as usual, holding the scroll and reading it carefully.

Everything is the same as before.

However, under his eyes, there were traces of insomnia.

Insomnia that I haven't had in a long time.

- "It's just that my father doesn't believe that his son is sincerely repentant, probably because of ...... Even if you are self-disciplined like your father, you don't think it's happy from the bottom of your heart. ”

Chai Jue's words, like a ghost, are constantly chasing his soul that has been floating all along.

The official looked at the book in front of him.

This book, which was more like a notebook, had been read thousands of times by him, and it had long since been dilapidated.

"Weighing the arts".

There are only two words on the cover.

- "Thinking about it this way, my father's strict self-discipline is more like a panic. ”

Terrified?

Yes.

Terrified.

He was terrified.

From the moment he took the book from the man handing him over, he had never felt at ease.

- "Why did you give it to me?" ”

To this day, he still remembers the shock he felt when he first read it.

It is no exaggeration to say that whoever gets this book wins the world.

Why is it for him?

In the afternoon of the next day, Chai Nan, who was just an ordinary prince, couldn't help but ask.

The man had a pair of lazy but restrained eyes.

There are eyes as black as ink like him.

"Because, it's so much more fun."

……