The two hundred and seventy-first round

The next day, Qin Ying got up at the same time as before she asked for leave. Although she was demoted from the ancestral hall to the deputy official wailang by the angry Ministry of Rites, it did not mean that she could not go to the court in the morning.

The ancestral hall is from the five grades, and the outside Lang is from the five grades. There are differences between the names and grades of this official position, but they are still dangling between the five grades. Qin Ying was very calm about the promotion of officials. In her previous life, she experienced two or three small ups and downs, and in the end she didn't do anything, just watched everything be calm. I don't need to worry too much about it in this life, just do her part.

At that time, after sacrificing hundreds of thousands of dead souls, His Majesty crowned her with this official position, originally wanting to give her a chicken rib to gnaw, who knew that she did wear a high hat and held that part of the power. As soon as His Majesty said it, it was irreparable, and even if the original people in the Ministry of Rites had opinions about Qin Ying, they could only mention it behind her back, and they didn't dare to come out in front of her.

However, she asked for leave to visit Zhongnanshan, and as soon as she left, it was more than a month, and the staff wailang completed the things in Langzhong for her, and she, the person who came from the airborne, was also time to pat her cheek and give up a seat.

When Mei Sanniang tied Qin Ying's hair, seeing her absent-mindedness, she called her a few times before getting a response, so she asked coquettishly, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I'm thinking about the DPRK." Qin Ying looked at herself in the mirror and said casually.

She didn't care that Qin Ying said so carelessly, she nodded lightly and said, "Last night, I found a few silk books in my room, with a lot of words on them, which should have been unintentionally pulled down when you changed your robe, so don't lose it with you." Using a silver hairpin to fix the beam crown and bun, Mei Sanniang took out the silk book from her sleeve and handed it to Qin Ying.

Qin Ying pinched the silk book that still had her residual warmth and smiled: "Thank you." Then he got up and walked out of the wing, and went to the front yard in the orange-red morning light.

Mei Sanniang stood at the door of the wing room and looked at her fading figure, and suddenly her mind swept past the two-inch-long wound that she had glimpsed when the lights were dim last night. She lost all her strength and sat on her knees outside the porch, tears filling her eyes.

Qin Ying didn't look back, so she didn't know that Mei Sanniang was crying. When she went to the door of the house and asked the coachman to take the car out, she skillfully held the edge of the car and stepped on the crossbar, bowed her head into the carriage, and squinted her eyes to recuperate in a short way. Waiting for the meeting, she has to welcome the long-lost court meeting, and she has to face her long-lost colleagues.

I wonder what kind of expression my colleagues will show when they know that she has been demoted because she has been absent from work for a long time? I guess I want to laugh and hold back.

The car entered the side street after a while, Qin Ying got out of the carriage and walked dozens of steps calmly before standing in front of the palace gate. She didn't wear a fish talisman around her waist, and the palace gate guards couldn't remember her face if she didn't see Qin Ying for more than a month. Now she can't be put into the palace. Yesterday, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu accepted her fish talisman and was deliberately manipulating her.

She saw the adult's thoughts, but she didn't open her mouth, but respectfully handed it over to her immediate boss. She knew that she was not welcomed by the upper and lower levels of the Ministry of Rites, but she preferred to be a thorn in their side of the Ministry of Rites.

The Ministry of Rites is different from any of the official offices she had before, and if she doesn't seize the opportunity now, there will be no such shop in this village. She wants to make a name for herself in the Ministry of Rites. Let the adults who despised themselves in the past be speechless in the future.

"Lord Qin forgot to bring a fish bag today?" Hou Junji's voice came from behind.

She didn't bother to turn around and salute him pretendedly, and waited for his steps to keep up with her place before she turned her eyes and replied: "Qin is just waiting for someone." ”

Hou Junji touched a stubble that was neither soft nor hard, and at this time, Pi replied with a smile: "The early dynasty is about to open, hasn't the person Lord Qin been waiting for has come yet?" It's better to go with someone. "As soon as he stood in front of the guards, it was more effective than the fish talisman at his waist. The guards of the capital were trained by Hou Junji, and they all knew the face of the supreme commander.

Qin Ying hummed lightly, and swaggered in behind Hou Junji.

Although she was a fox and a fake tiger, the guards didn't dare to stop her. After all, they all saw Hou Junji take the initiative to talk to Qin Ying. Hou Junji is the secretary of the military department of the third grade, will he talk to a nobody? Just thinking about it like this, their eyes looked at Qin Ying's five-foot body with more awe.

At this time, there were already some people standing scattered under the corridor of the Liangyi Palace.

Qin Ying had already left Hou Junji's "blessing", walked to the right side of the Ministry of Rites, and bowed to Lord Shangshu, who was like a parent of food and clothing, before entering the circle of colleagues and standing. The Ministry of Rites Shangshu nodded in response, and turned his gaze to the side, as if he was still angry with Qin Ying.

Seeing the attitude of Lord Shangshu, the colleagues vaguely felt that Qin Ying's position in the ancestral hall was the first. There are not many officials in the Ministry of Rites, but they happen to be a fat shortage. Officials are very idle compared to other government offices. The main person in charge of the sacrificial medicine and the monk's crown book scientific examination and state exchange banquet sounds mysterious, but there is not much practical work to do, and every time he has to join forces with the various official offices below.

Moreover, the appointment and dismissal of officials in the Ministry of Rites does not need to alarm His Majesty, and Lord Shangshu has the absolute right to speak. The greetings of the ministers and adjutantants of several ceremonial departments did not stop, and their eyes met for a moment, and they had a deputy plan in their hearts.

Hou Junji walked to his subordinates and glanced meaningfully at the ceremonial department gathered in the distance.

Some of the naturally sensitive officers and adjutants felt like a man on their backs, and their shoulders trembled but they couldn't restrain their trembling.

Only Qin Ying followed his gaze without fear and glared back.

In the past, when she was still a nine-grade doctor, she was a full six grades behind him, and she dared to speak against him in public; Now that she is a fifth-grade official, only two grades short of him, how could she be afraid because of his gaze?

What's more, Qin Ying has never done anything harmful to him in private, but he has yin himself many times. It is said that if you do too many bad things, everything will not go well, she wants to see if Hou Junji can receive this retribution!

The bell of the Kai Dynasty rang, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu turned his head to see the firm look on Qin Ying's face, and was a little surprised for a while.

The courtiers of the civil and military classes entered the palace in order.

Qin Ying stood behind his former adjutant, thinking to himself that when he knelt down today, someone was blocking His Majesty's view, and his back could finally bend slightly. Usually in front of her is the elderly Lord Shangshu, who is about the same height as her with his waist and back, but the adjutant is different.

In the early dynasties, as usual, several courtiers who were good at writing made statements or argued one by one. Qin Ying lowered his head like someone else, not looking at who was speaking, but judging who was present and kneeling in the center of the hall by his residual vision. She maintained a sitting posture, and said impatiently in her heart, every time she went to court, it was actually a background, and it was better to sleep more at home. (To be continued.) )