Since returning to Beijing last year and being promoted to the head of the imperial history, Wang Fulin has left Beijing for the first time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Early in the morning, when he returned to the Metropolitan Procuratorate after a half-month absence, he found that all the colleagues who came and went politely greeted him, many of whom were extremely unfamiliar with each other in the past, and they couldn't even talk about nodding their heads when they met. Knowing that this was mostly because he had been in the Qianqing Palace for a long time yesterday, he didn't pay too much attention to it, and after entering the Imperial History Straight Room of Guangdong Road, he first met Zheng Yougui, the secretary who was close to him, and then Hu Quan, the capital official, and then invited Zhao Mingxian, who was in charge of the affairs of the Dao before.

For this senior, who is older than himself and became a Guangdong governor after him, Wang Fulin has always maintained a rather polite attitude. The reason is very simple, respect is mutual, since Zhao Mingxian has never relied on his qualifications to criticize him, but is very conscientious to do everything assigned, of course he does not hesitate to show his respect for his predecessors.

At this moment, he learned about the operation of the entire Guangdong Dao in his absence, so he said in a deliberate tone: "Brother Zhao has a long history, Chen Zongxian has mentioned before, and now among the thirteen Dao masters of the Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, there are those who have completed the senior examination and will be promoted at the end of the year, I plan to recommend Brother Zhao." Therefore, I would like to ask Brother Zhao's opinion in advance. ”

Although there are still three months before the end of the year, Zhao Mingxian was surprised when he heard it, but he couldn't help but sigh that Wang Fulin was not as unruly as rumored, but was really generous to his subordinates. Although he has never been forced to fight for credit, but he has stayed in Guangdong Province with a more senior imperial history, even if the acting director has always been cautious this time, there are already other Taoist imperial historians behind his back to pull him to take the position of the head of the imperial history. Although he is not moved, what is worse than pouting is to spread gossip behind his back, although he is not afraid of a while, but he is also afraid of a long time, Wang Fulin has no mind, and his boss Chen Wei thinks he has a big heart!

Therefore, seeing that Wang Fulin politely asked for his opinion, Zhao Mingxian got up and said: "The master is so concerned, the lower officials are really a little frightened. Since returning to Beijing, Xia Guan has not done much, and his previous performance appraisal is not considered first-class......"

"Brother Zhao doesn't have to be so humble, then this matter is decided. At the end of the year, the vacancies should be the two heads of Sichuan Province and Guangxi Province, and Brother Zhao just has a number in his heart. ”

When Zhao Mingxian was politely sent out, Wang Fulin lowered the curtain and returned to his seat, but he knew that he didn't want Zhao Mingxian to be transferred out of Guangdong Road so quickly. After all, having an experienced subordinate who is willing to listen to assignments can actually feel handy as a boss. However, since Hu Quan had already reported the undercurrent of the Metropolitan Procuratorate when he was away, in order to prevent Zhao Mingxian from being calculated when he turned around, or if he had more enemies for no reason, he simply happily sent a favor to Zhao Mingxian, so that he had a good chance to be promoted to the head of the government. But then he had to face the next problem.

Zhao Mingxian is a vacancy in the imperial history, and it is best not to let Zhang Juzheng repeat his old skills and transfer people from the outside. Otherwise, he will seem too accomplished.

Fortunately, before Emperor Tian Yi came to recruit him and instructed him to stay in the Imperial Court to envelop the officials, he had been secretly paying attention to talents.

His requirements are not high, low or not, summed up, is a good character, quite talented, but not pedantic, and under the palm of the unsatisfactory supervision of the imperial history. And through Hu Quan and Liu Wanfeng, plus Wang Xijue's analysis of him, only three or four people were selected on his list.

For this reason, even if he has Zhao Mingxian under his hands, Wang Jiguang, Wang Xuezeng, and Gu Yuncheng have been with him for more than a year, he does not hesitate to exchange the other two except Wang Jiguang to another way in the future.

The plasticity of the true Qingliu gentleman is really poor!

The 110 imperial historians of the thirteen provinces in the Imperial Procuratorate are much larger than the six science corridors with a total of dozens of people, and because of the special trial system of testing the imperial history, it is slightly lower than the six science corridors with extremely strict selection. Previously, under Wang Fulin's strong advocacy, sixteen of the twenty imperial historians were left behind, while some of the imperial historians who were older than them felt even more pressure.

After all, there are only so many dozen or twenty patrols and the big difference in learning imperial history all year round, even if it is patrolling the city, patrolling salt, patrolling, even inspecting Lugou Bridge, it is better than having qualifications in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but only a little bit of it.

Because he nested in the courtyard of the capital city, he could only expect a piece of music to be sent up, and then it would cause a sensation in the government and the opposition, and the world would spread the word. But this situation is still very rare, so whenever various errands are assigned, the competition between the various provinces is unprecedentedly hot. Those who compete for the way behind their backs, those who compete for family background, those who ask for help from the party in the same year, those who jointly recommend Baoju, those who stab knives in the back, and all kinds of tricks don't know how much to use. But even so, there are still a few happy and a few sad.

On this day, Zhao Pengcheng, the superintendent of Shandong Province, lost the competition, and watched his seniority lose the big difference between the Shandong Inspector.

And what made him grit his teeth even more was that Cao Ren, the head of the imperial history who recommended his competitor, still pretended to comfort himself, saying that he would still have a chance next year.

Still have a chance next year? Oh, it's a joke! He was originally a promising Hanlin Shujishi, but after the museum was disbanded, he was unable to stay in the museum because of Ding Wei, and he was not able to enter the Six Science Corridors. Originally, he had a former Hanlin title on his body, and he should have a bright future in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but he never expected that he had been working in the imperial history for two years, and when he waited until next year, it would be three full years, but he had never been a governor. How many imperial historians with three years of seniority in the Metropolitan Procuratorate have never been on patrol?

In the evening, it was his turn to be on duty at night, and for the first time in his life, he brought wine into the straight room, looking at the case file in his hand, and borrowing wine to kill his sorrows. Just when the drunkenness rose to three or four points, he suddenly heard someone else's voice faintly outside. He didn't want to listen, but when he caught one of the names, he unconsciously pricked up his ears.

"To say that the Guangdong Dao was originally a trial of the imperial history, but this year he transferred to supervise the imperial history, and Wang Yanchen Wang Ye, who was released to patrol Guangdong, said that his luck was good or not, and it was not bad to say that it was bad."

"You've heard of that, too? That's right, it is said that when the pavilion selected Shu Jishi before, this Wang Ye had already been selected, and he was very promising! I don't know what's going on, but I'm dethroned. ”

"Yes, I have always said that the selection of the hall is quite fair, but I didn't expect him to be plotted by others because of this surname. It's just that Lord Shousuke must have found out after all, otherwise he wouldn't have sent people to the Metropolitan Procuratorate. ”

"If it is sent to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, it depends on who it is assigned to. This is the thirteen Dao of the Imperial Court, a total of thirteen masters of the imperial history, and it fell into the hands of others, maybe it will not be the result now. I heard that this Wang Ye and Wang Zhangdao said goodbye to the same surname, but they have never been associated with the clan, and they are usually a very ordinary relationship between bosses and subordinates, but when they encountered a big difference in patrol, Wang Zhangdao chose him. ”

"I heard that Ma Chaoyang, who patrolled Nanzhili, was actually more boring, almost a saw-mouthed gourd, and he usually didn't say a word. Therefore, in a place like the Metropolitan Procuratorate, either you have the appreciation of nobles in the imperial court, or you have a fair and selfless peak, otherwise how can you have a good opportunity? Even if you come back after patrolling the imperial history, maybe because you offend the local magnates or the eunuchs, you will have to move to the left. ”

As the voice gradually deepened, as if someone had already walked through the door, Zhao Pengcheng sat up straight all of a sudden, and the originally not strong alcohol suddenly diluted a lot. He shook his head vigorously, then suddenly laughed twice, and said to himself: "Wang Yanchen...... It's just that the newcomer who has just changed from trying the imperial history to supervising the imperial history has also been released, but I am still sitting here waiting for next year's opportunity. I think they were placed under the fledgling Wang Fulin with shallow qualifications, and I don't know how many people secretly laughed at them, including me, a fool. Well, now it's someone's turn to laugh at me! ”

Hu Quan, who had just walked out of the window of this straight room with Liu Wanfeng, had not left far at the moment, and Hu Quan, who happened to be able to hear the words clearly, raised his eyebrows, and then glanced at Liu Wanfeng. The two young officials who had been in the Imperial Court for longer than any imperial history left quietly, without alarming Zhao Pengcheng in the slightest.

Early the next morning, Zhao Pengcheng woke up in an angry cry. When he opened his eyes sleepily and recognized that it was Cao Ren, the head of the Dao Imperial History, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed greatly. Because on his desk, the wine urn he bought from the restaurant in the back street was still there, and not only that, but he was drunk to death last night, and he didn't have time to clean it up.

Even though he had hated Cao Ren to death because of the bad news, but now that he had made the big mistake of drinking at night in Yazhong, he still hurriedly pushed the table and stood up, but his strength was too strong, and when he got up, he actually brought down the chair behind him, and the movement of pushing the table directly made the wine urn on the edge of the table shake twice, and finally fell to the ground with a bang and shattered.

"Zhao Pengcheng, you still kept saying that you felt wronged before, just your virtue of drinking at night in an official office, and you still want to send a patrol to press a big difference? You haven't even understood this rule in the past two years? ”

Seeing that Cao Ren was angry and turned around and left, Zhao Pengcheng's face suddenly turned pale. He knew that he had settled down because of his errand before, although he dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, but after all, he still showed some traces in front of Cao Ren, and now he suddenly committed such a mistake, which is not the biggest, but it is not a small mistake to seriously investigate it, it can be said that Cao Ren has grasped the weakness, he only feels sad, and he can't even care about cleaning up the wine urn on the ground, and suddenly slumps down on the chair.

After a long while, a small official flashed in from outside, and as soon as he saw the mess on the ground, he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Master Zhao, what's going on? I'll pack up the things, you hurry up and apologize to the master of the boss and admit his mistake, I look at him as if he went to Chen Zongxian. ”

Just now, he wanted to break the jar, but as soon as he heard that Cao Ren, the imperial historian of the palm, seemed to be going to the left capital imperial history Chen Wei to complain, Zhao Pengcheng was suddenly confused, and he didn't care so much, nodded stiffly at the little official, and then rushed out of the house. When he got outside, he found that it was not early, and the imperial historians who got up early to enter the yamen came in one by one, but they did not get up and wash, and their clothes were even more messy.

I knew that I would change this official uniform as a façade last night, but it would not be like now!

Realizing that he couldn't go to the main hall with this sloppy appearance, he could only quickly turn back to the room. At this time, he recognized that the little official who reported the news was Wang Shuban, who belonged to Shandong Province, and saw that he was busy cleaning up the debris all over the ground, thinking that the other party had just come to report the news, and he should be willing to help him, he could only endure the embarrassment and stepped forward and whispered: "My clothes are full of alcohol, so I am afraid that going to see Chen Zongxian will not only not be able to save anything, but will provoke the anger of Lord Zongxian." ”

Wang Shuban quickly swept all the pieces into the dustpan, then wiped his hands and looked at Zhao Pengcheng, and then said with a smile: "What Zhao Ye said is also true, the taste of wine in your mouth is okay, just chew some tea." As for your official uniform, the little one will go find some orange peel to wipe it, and then iron it for you, and it won't be in the way when you wear it. It's Lord Zongxian, do you want to find someone to find out for you first, what is the master in charge of going to Lord Zongxian to say? ”

Zhao Pengcheng was slightly stunned, and then as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, he nodded again and again: "You go quickly, if you use the silver, I will make it up to you when you come back!" ”

At this time, he has always been frugal, and he can no longer care about any money. If he can't stay in the Metropolitan Procuratorate and is swept away, then what future does he have?

It's a pity that he almost doesn't drink all year round except for the New Year, this is the first time in the two years since he entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate to bring wine to the yamen, and he was caught by Cao Ren by such a coincidence!

Wang Shuban agreed, but did not go out, even when Zhao Pengcheng hurriedly took out a piece of silver and handed it over, he still smiled and shook his head, but pointed to the official uniform on Zhao Pengcheng's body. Zhao Pengcheng suddenly realized, and quickly took off his official uniform and handed it to the other party, while he randomly found a civilian dress to wear on his body.

At this point, he is like an ant on a hot pot, and he is afraid that his colleagues will come first at this time, and he is afraid that he will not find out the news when he goes to Chen Wei, or the result is very bad...... Just when he was thinking about it and almost desperate, he saw Wang Shuban come back with his clothes in his arms.

After handing over the ironed clothes, which were smooth and without a trace of wrinkles, with a smile on his face, Wang Shuban knew that Zhao Pengcheng was in a hurry, and immediately gave his hand to congratulate him unhurriedly.

"Master Zhao, you don't have to worry, I just asked Brother Hu to go to Lord Zongxian to take a look, Cao Zhangdao went to talk to Lord Zongxian, but he casually mentioned the matter of your drinking, complaining that you don't know the inspection points, and you have to make a note when you look back at the performance appraisal. But it just so happened that Wang Zhangdao of Guangdong Road was also there, and Wang Zhangdao said two words for you, saying that he remembered that you came out of the Hanlin Academy, and he had always been square, and his life was hard, and he would definitely not drink without anything. Since you are a first-time offender, and you have always had good grades, you should not be so harsh. When Lord Zongxian heard this, he instructed Cao Zhangdao to let it go once to see the after-effects. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Pengcheng was stunned. He didn't even know how he got dressed under the service of Wang Shuban, and he didn't know how he greeted people after his colleagues arrived one by one, and even the whole day was in a daze. It wasn't until the evening when he was disbanding that a colleague who was on duty for the night asked why he didn't go home, and he woke up like a dream, and with a reluctant smile, he packed his things and walked out.

When he arrived at the gate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he happened to bump into Cao Ren talking to someone. When he saw him, the five-year-old master snorted coldly, but he pulled the person who spoke away.

Knowing that Cao Ren had lost face in front of Chen Ji, he was afraid that he would hate himself, and Zhao Pengcheng didn't bother to make a small bow for this master of the imperial history, and wanted to leave when he went down the steps. But at this moment, he saw Wang Fulin and Wang Jiguang talking not far away, and he couldn't help but take a step over.

But when he got closer, he called Wang Zhangdao, and he suddenly realized that he asked people to find out what kind of scene Cao Ren was on Chen Yan's side, but this was unspeakable, what did he say to Wang Fulin at the moment, thank you for pleading for yourself? Isn't this a clear sign that he has a weak heart?

PS: Continue a change...... Anyway, the house has been really messy recently, and the air conditioner at my grandmother's house is broken again, so I gave her an emergency online shopping yesterday and went to supervise the installation today (to be continued.) )