Outside the house, the night is gradually sinking, the evening breeze is slow, and the chrysanthemums in the Jinhua courtyard are full of chrysanthemums trembling lightly. Zhuo Yijia in the west wing of the www.biquge.info pen %fun %pavilion looked at the "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" in his hand, this is indeed the authentic handiwork.

Zhuo Yijia slowly put away the painting, put it on the table, and looked at Zhuo Yirou: "I don't know if this painting of yours is the one in my father's study, anyway, if you lie to me, everything I promised you will have to be invalidated." ”

Zhuo Yirou was a little anxious when she heard this, and looked at Zhuo Yijia and hurriedly said: "It really can't be true, what am I lying to you about!"

"Why lie to me? I know you never liked me. It's not impossible to lie to me and hurt me. Zhuo Yijia looked at Zhuo Yirou and said slowly.

"I really didn't like you before, and that's because of Lin Yi. Now that you help me get married to the Sun family, I naturally won't do anything to you anymore. Zhuo Yirou paused as she spoke, looking at Zhuo Yijia's voice a little quieter, "As for the harm to you on the first night, I do have a grudge. I also thought about making trouble with you, but I know that with the current situation of the two of us, you have so many eyes, and I will suffer if I find it. Zhuo Yirou said and pouted, she did look down on Zhuo Yijia of the concubine, and felt that her status was low, but now that she has a request for her, what else can she do to her.

Zhuo Yijia listened to Zhuo Yirou's words, waited for her to finish speaking, thought for a while, and then looked at Zhuo Yirou and said: "Then I will believe you for the time being, I will keep this painting, and I will return it to you after I finish the matter." As for what you want to do for me, you don't have to do it for the time being, and Zhuo Yiping's side will not move for the time being, and I will do it when I think of you. ”

"What do you think?" Zhuo Yirou asked, looking at Zhuo Yijia.

"Naturally, I thought of a way to do it, otherwise you would have harmed her so rashly, do you really think that grandmother and they would not be able to find out?" Zhuo Yijia said and stood up, walked outside the window, looked at Zhuo Taiye who came back from outside, turned his head to Zhuo Yiju, and said, "Grandfather is back, you go back." ”

The night outside the house has sunk, Jinhuayuan is different from other courtyards, because it is the main courtyard, there are wooden pillars hanging lamps in the courtyard, and there are many octagonal lamps made of glass hanging outside each house, as soon as night comes, the maids will light the lanterns hanging on the wooden pillars on the roadside and the octagonal lanterns hanging on the roadside.

The whole courtyard is also lit up at night, and there is no need for maids to wait for lanterns.

At this time, Mrs. Zhuo did not have a maid to lead the way with a lantern, and there was not even a small maid next to him, and he looked like he was thinking while walking with his head down.

When Zhuo Yirou heard this, she stretched her neck, and saw Mrs. Zhuo walking towards the main house in Jinhua Courtyard through the window, and her neck shrank again, "Then I have to go back." Saying that, he got up, remembered the painting again, turned his head to look at the painting on the table, and said to Zhuo Yijia: "You put this painting away, how conspicuous it is on the table, it will be bad if it is seen." "My grandfather and my father are one and the same.

Zhuo Yirou nodded.

Zhuo Yirou got up when she heard this, walked to the door, and was about to wait for Mrs. Zhuo to walk into the house before going out, but Mrs. Zhuo had already turned his head, looked at Zhuo Yijia standing in front of the window, and stopped.

"What are you doing? Mrs. Zhuo asked gently.

"Looking at the chrysanthemums outside the window. Zhuo Yijia looked at Mrs. Zhuo, and her voice was just as gentle, "Where did grandfather go, he came back so late, can he have dinner?"

Mrs. Zhuo nodded at Zhuo Yijia, "I went to your father's place to talk about things, and I ate with him." With that, he lifted his feet and walked into the main house.

Zhuo Yirou stood in the room, listening to the conversation between Mrs. Zhuo and Zhuo Yijia, and couldn't close her mouth in surprise. When did her grandfather become so kind? Except for the sixth child, she had never seen her grandfather take the initiative to speak to any granddaughter. Not to mention answering their own itinerary.

Watching Mrs. Zhuo walk into the main house, Zhuo Yijia turned back to Zhuo Yi and said, "Let's go." ”

Zhuo Yirou retracted her stunned gaze at Zhuo Yijia, nodded, and went out with Qin'er to leave.

Seeing Zhuo Yirou walking away, Zhihua walked in and lit the lights in the house. Because Zhuo Yijia and Zhuo Yirou were talking, they didn't come in to disturb them, so they didn't light the lamp.

"Did you hear that?" asked Zhuo Yijia, turning his head to look at the painting that lit the lamp.

Zhihua lit the lamp, blew out the fire breaker, nodded, and looked at Zhuo Yijia: "I heard it." "Zhihua and Qin'er are guarding the door outside, they are both people who have practiced kung fu, and they don't use internal force to suppress the sound when they speak in the house, so they naturally hear it clearly.

"How did she get it?" Zhuo Yijia asked, looking at Zhihua.

When Zhihua and Qin'er were outside the house, Zhihua asked Qin'er Zhuo Yirou how she got the painting scroll.

"The second lady took advantage of the absence of Mrs. Zhuo and her father, and climbed through the window to steal it. I also took another painting and put it up. Zhihua replied.

Zhuo Yijia listened to Zhihua's words, picked up the painting scroll on the table, looked at it, turned his head to Zhihua and ordered: "When I have time to go back, go to Sanniang to prepare some fine ink for me, plus some green and crimson stone powder." ”

Zhihua nodded. Zhuo Yijia took the painting into the study at the back of the inner room and put it in the drawer of the study.

The evening breeze is blowing, the twilight is getting thicker, the half-curved moon hangs in the night sky, the clear sky has a deep dark blue, and the stars in the sky are like gold flakes on black and blue satin, a little bright.

The night was quiet. The next day, in the Nanshang court, because the Dali Temple Siqing was imprisoned, it was different from Xia Chengwen's deputy position in the military department. The head of the vacant one, the main seat of Dali Temple, has become a string hanging in the hearts of people in the court, and I want to touch it, but I am afraid that I will make a noise to provoke Emperor Ming Xian to hear it. If you don't touch it, it's not a taste to hang in your heart. So the atmosphere in the court hall that day was extremely cautious.

Emperor Ming Xian sat in the court, as if he was listening carefully to some of the corrupt achievements of the state officials in the imperial history below, but he never said a word.

After the imperial history finished speaking, silence returned to the court.

"Didn't anyone start playing?" Emperor Ming Xian looked at the courtiers standing in the court, and his voice was majestic.

After that, there was silence again. After a while, Emperor Ming Xian's gaze fell on Uncle Zheng Tian, who was standing in the crowd with his head hanging and not saying a word.

"What about Zheng Aiqing? Emperor Ming Xian looked at Uncle Zheng Tian and asked, with gentleness and kindness in his voice.

When Zheng Shaoqing heard this, he walked out to the side, holding the wat card in both hands, and replied to Emperor Ming Xian: "Back to the emperor, the minister only returned to the house yesterday, and I don't know much about what happened recently." ”

Emperor Ming Xian looked at Uncle Zheng Tian and suddenly said, "Yes, I have forgotten that Aiqing was only released from prison yesterday." Speaking of which, I have wronged you, I have been wronged and have been in prison for so long. Therefore, the head of Dali Temple must be honest and honest, otherwise I don't know how many such unjust cases will occur in the future. These days, I have wronged Aiqing. Emperor Ming Xian said to Uncle Zheng Tian. Not a word about his attitude at the time.

"Emperor Xie is compassionate. Uncle Zheng Tian arched his hand at Emperor Ming Xian again, but the words were as cold as usual.

Emperor Ming Xian looked at Uncle Zheng Tian, his face was softened, but his eyes were a little gloomy.

When it comes to this, Emperor Ming Xian is just waiting for someone to come out and mention the matter of Dali Temple.

Sure enough, as soon as Uncle Zheng Tian's words fell, Sun Xiang, who was standing first in the right row, came out with a wat card, stood next to Uncle Zheng Tian and arched his hand to Emperor Ming Xian: "Back to the emperor, the minister has something to play." ”

Emperor Ming Xian moved his gaze from Uncle Zheng Tian to Sun Xiang, and said, "Play." ”

Uncle Zheng Tian quietly returned to his position.

"Dali Temple Siqing is one of the nine Qings, the person in charge of one of the three divisions, and the three chief justices, all of which are indispensable. It should be settled as early as possible. Sun said to Emperor Ming Xian.

Emperor Ming Xian looked at Sun Xiang who was standing below, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak for a while.

Emperor Ming Xian didn't speak, and no one in the court dared to speak. There was a moment of silence.

After a while, Emperor Ming Xian looked at Sun Xiang and said, "What Sun Xiang said is very true, but I haven't thought of the right person yet." Can Sun Xiang have it?"

Sun Xiang had already prepared a candidate, but seeing this, he looked up at Emperor Ming Xian's somewhat uncertain face, and said, "The ministers haven't figured it out yet, and they have to discuss it with the ministers." Saying that, taking advantage of Emperor Ming Xian's inattention, he handed a look to the side to Vice Minister Jiang.

"Is there a suitable candidate for Aiqing?" Emperor Ming Xian's eyes moved away from Sun Xiang and glanced at everyone.

Silence returned to the court. Mrs. Zhuo, who was standing in the left row, glanced at Sun Xiang who was standing in the pavilion. In his heart, Sun Xiang didn't want to recommend Uncle Zheng Tian. If Uncle Zheng Tian is promoted, then it will be a loss for him to go along with it or not.

Chaozhong was quiet for a while, and the deputy minister next to him, Jiang Wen Dongjiang, glanced at Sun Xiang, and stood up with a wat card, "Back to the emperor, there is a candidate in the minister's heart." "Jiang Xiang had a close relationship with Wu Cheng before, and he had seen the painting for Wu Cheng before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but now that Wu Cheng had an accident, he got closer to Sun Xiang. When Jiang Cai received Sun Xiang's eyes, he began to focus on observing the best time to start playing.

"Oh, Jiang Xiang has someone to choose? Let's hear it. Emperor Ming Xian looked at Jiang Xiang who was standing below and said.

Jiang Xiang stood in the hall, his voice full of anger, "The minister thinks that the right deputy of the Imperial Palace, He Qinghe, has a virtuous talent, is honest and upright, and he is also from Dali Temple, and later transferred to the Metropolitan Inspection Academy, so he also understands many internal affairs in Dali Temple." Now that he is transferred back to Dali Temple, he should be competent. ”

When Emperor Ming Xian heard this, he looked at Jiang Xiang, and then at Sun Xiang, who had already stood back, and was noncommittal.

Seeing that Emperor Ming Xian didn't speak, one of the officials on both sides stood up, holding the wat card and arching his hand to Emperor Ming Xian: "The minister seconded the proposal." ”

The second also stood up, "The minister also seconded the proposal." ”

The third, the fourth...

Emperor Ming Xian looked at the courtiers who stood up one after another, and the yin owl in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and in the end, most of the officials in the court stood up.

Emperor Ming Xian looked at the large pile of officials standing in the hall, and his eyes fell on Sun Xiang, who was still standing silently in the first row on the right, "What does Sun Xiang think?"

"The old minister is stupid, this matter is all based on what the emperor said. Sun Xiang stood up and said respectfully to Emperor Ming Xian.

Emperor Ming Xian mocked the corners of his lips, but he was really an old fox. Obviously that's what he meant, he didn't even have to move his mouth, so many people stood up for him to speak. This influence is greater than that of any other emperor.

"What about the others? Do they think that this position is only suitable for Lord He Qinghe? If so, then I will be decided in the court. Emperor Ming Xian let his body crooked, looking at the few officials who were still standing before coming out.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Guozi, the secretary of the Criminal Department, stood up with a wat card, "The minister has someone to recommend." ”

"Oh?" Emperor Ming Xian said, turned up, looked at Jiang Guozi and raised his eyebrows, and said, "Who is Jiang Shangshu recommending?"

"Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Uncle Zheng Tian. Jiang Guozi said that his face was expressionless, and he was still expressionless after speaking.

"Uncle Zheng Tian?" Emperor Ming Xian turned his head to look at Uncle Zheng Tian, who was standing in place and did not come out, and then turned his head to look at Jiang Guozi, "Jiang Shangshu thinks Zheng Aiqing is more suitable than He Aiqing?" Prime Minister Sun is the prime minister, and there are countless protégés in the DPRK and China, and nine times out of ten, the things he said will be decided like that. Although Jiang Guozi is under Sun Xiang, he is not a direct subordinate of Sun Xiang, coupled with his stubborn and upright character, he is opposite to Sun, and these two are not pleased.

"Lord Ho is good for Lord He. Didn't he transfer Master He to the Metropolitan Procuratorate back then, wasn't it because he was upright and suitable to be the imperial historian?" Jiang Guozi didn't say so straight this time, bypassing the words buried by Emperor Ming Xian, he was a little more shrewd, paused, and said, "Now that I am transferred back to Dali Temple, which is mainly handling cases, what about the position of the right deputy of the Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procuratorate?" Those who live in office will be rewarded. Its official subordinates should be examined from the officials in the hall, or the officials in the temple should be promoted. It stands to reason that Zheng Shaoqing is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, a direct subordinate of Siqing, and also the deputy of Dali Temple. The vacant position of Shaoqing, and then promoted in Dali Temple, take this opportunity to change the flow of people who do not think of their jobs within Dali Temple. ”