The second assistant of the cabinet, Xu Jie, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, has always been a person who has no sense of existence.

He is now considered a high authority, and he is successful in a word, but whether it is above the court or in the cabinet, Xu Ge Lao does not say a word, and allows Yan Song to monopolize the chalk power, and Yan Shifan is flying and domineering.

No matter what the Yan family's father and son said or did, he always lowered his eyelids and acquiesced. According to later generations, quasi-a rubber stamp.

The cabinet of the Ming Dynasty has always been a place of right and wrong, involving specific conflicts of interest, and the struggle between political and chalky is extremely cruel. The cabinet generally has six scholars: Zhongji, Jianji, Wenhua, Wuying, Wenyuange, and Dongge. In exceptional cases, one or two will be added, or for other reasons, there will be temporary vacancies.

Speaking of which, everyone is a cabinet minister, and when other officials see them, they will respectfully shout "cabinet elder" or "so-and-so minister".

Although the Ming Dynasty did not have a prime minister, the ministers actually played the role of the prime minister of the previous dynasty.

The functions of these six auxiliary ministers are clear, the first assistant is in charge of the overall situation, and the second assistant is responsible for the general affairs. The other four were in charge of different ministries, halls, and yamen.

However, there is a big difference in authority between the ministers and the ministers.

The most important power of the cabinet is to give advice on how to deal with the recitals of the ministers, which they call "draft votes", and then forward the excerpts to the celebrants. After the celebrant reviewed, he felt that the cabinet's disposition was appropriate, and he would write the word "quasi" in cinnabar, which was the so-called "approval red".

Generally speaking, the cabinet will approve of the vote of the celebrant and the celebrant. After all, there are so many chalk families, so many things, and most of them are trivial things, and most of them are trivial things, and most of them will give the cabinet a little face.

Therefore, this right to vote can be said to be a symbol of the power of the auxiliary minister.

According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, only the first assistant has the right to vote. The other five can only put forward their own opinions, and whether to adopt it or not depends on Shousuke's mood.

And the second assistant, although he ranks second in the cabinet, can talk about power, but there is no difference from the other four.

Therefore, from the time of Chengzu, the first assistant and the second assistant of the cabinet were incompatible, and the fight was fierce, in order to obtain the chalk power of the proposed vote. Although the difference between Motosuke and Jifu is one word, they go further to heaven and take a step back to hell, and the difference is too great.

But since Xu Jie became the second assistant, the chalk family didn't care about any of the chalk affairs, and he was in a daze in the cabinet all day long, looking like a corpse vegetarian meal, and even the right to draft votes was handed over to Yan Song's father and son.

He is the second assistant, but he uses it to do it without worry.

Of course, there are many unpleasant words, such as: Xu Ge is already old and confused, and he occupies the position of the second assistant and is purely deaf ears...... If you want to be faint, how can you make people proclaim...... Lady Jifu is eating and waiting for death......

These words are unpleasant, and some even escalate to personal attacks.

Most of the scholars in the Ming Dynasty were extreme, and the scholars couldn't rub sand in their eyes.

For these gossips, Xu Jie didn't pay attention to them at all: a certain good intention, how do you know, time can test everything.

But the only thing that made him sigh, grieved, and intolerable was someone talking about his grandson

For forbearance, for the sake of the government, his only granddaughter married Yan Song's grandson as a concubine.

The granddaughter of Xu Huating, who is admired by scholars all over the world, actually made a concubine for Hot Year, just to please Yan Song, how can she not be despised by the world?

No matter what others talked about or how they rolled their eyes, Xu Jie buried this humiliation deep in his heart, and on the surface he still looked so groggy until this morning.

"Elder Ge, Sister Chalk has sent a letter." The housekeeper hurried into the study with a standard Songjiang accent, with a sad and indignant look on his face. …,

The so-called Sister Xiao Cha is Xu Jie's only granddaughter, although she has been married to Yan Mansion for many years, the Xu family still can't change her mind.

"Oh, what did she say?" Xu Jie said lightly: "Go and tell her, if it's not a terrible chalk, bring less letters back to your parents' house." ”

The reason why she arranged for her granddaughter to go to Yan's house was not only to reduce Yan Song's vigilance, but also to let her take on the role of ventilating and reporting information. This move has been in ambush for many years, and it must not be used lightly until it is critical.

"It's not a big chalk, it's just ......" The housekeeper has been with Xu Jie for more than 20 years, he is a distant relative of the Xu family, Xiucai was born, in addition to managing the daily affairs of the house, he also plays the role of the old secretary of Xu Ge, and is his first-class confidant.

"What's wrong?" Xu Jie saw that the housekeeper's expression was abnormal, and he was a little surprised, knowing that he was wrong.

The housekeeper lowered his voice: "Xiangye, Sister Chalk, she ...... Because she didn't pay attention to her words in front of Xiao Ge Lao, she angered her father-in-law, and was dealt with by the family law, and she was seriously injured...... Bring the letter and say, let ...... Let my mother's family bring some wound medicine to the past, and it's best to ask a Lang Zhong to take a look. ”

At this point, the housekeeper's tears fell.

"Oh, that's it!" Xu Jie's expression was calm and said: "Confused, Sister Xiao Cha is now a member of the Yan family, is the Yan family short of injury medicine?" Let my mother's family invite a Lang Zhong to go to see a doctor, what's the matter. Go and talk back, saying that her surname is Yan, don't always run back to her parents' house to ask for things. ”

"Xiangye." The housekeeper was still wiping away tears.

"Go ahead!" Xu Jie waved his hand: "I want to be quiet, don't bother if it's okay." ”

"Yes." The housekeeper was about to withdraw, but Xu Jie stopped him.

"Although Yan Shifan is short-tempered, he is also a person who knows measure, how could he make such a dead move, and who provoked him?"

Butler: "If you go back to the old pavilion, it is said that Yan Shifan and Wu Jiebi lost two games in a row, and they lost face and became hysterical." ”

"Oh, it's another one. I remember that Yan Shifan lost to Wu Jie at Li Wei's birthday banquet, why did he come? Xu Jie shook his head and stretched out his hand, "Give me Wu Jie's poems, but I want to see what poems forced Xiao Yan to be so embarrassed." In the competition at the birthday banquet, I also read Wu Jie's "Yulin Bell", although it was written very well, but the style was too low. It's just some ups and downs, men and women, but I don't like it very much. ”

Wu Jie, although Xu Jie has never met, he knows it very well. knows that he is a close minister of the Son of Heaven, and the chalkiness of the gold system is his handwriting. But because the stakes were so high, he could only remain silent. At the beginning, when Wu Jie threw the scroll over because he couldn't sign up for the exam, Xu Jie, in order to avoid suspicion and not to have a direct chalk with Yan Dang, didn't even look at it, and threw it on the bookshelf.

Unexpectedly, only a few days later, Wu Jie and Yan Shifan had a quarrel like this.

Only then did the housekeeper take out two pieces of paper full of words from his sleeve and hand them over: "Ge Lao, this is the poem of Xiao Ge Lao and Wu Jie." In the past few days, these two have competed repeatedly, and the entire Jingcha City has become a sensation. ”

"Well, maybe I should really look at Wu Jie's poems." After waving his hand to let the housekeeper go out, Xu Jie first picked up Yan Shifan's poem manuscript, only glanced at it, and called out, "Okay." ”

"It's a good sentence that the autumn wind rises from the northwest and blows my wandering clothes. Where do the floating clouds come from, Anzhi is not his hometown. , a good Yan Donglou, it is really strict and orderly, and the weather is strict, worthy of the comment of the poet master. Xu Jie sighed, and suddenly became a little jealous.

It's really terrifying, I think when I was young, I also worked a lot on poetry, but what can be made tastes like chewing wax, so I broke off this idea and single-mindedly used chalk force on the chalky article. …,

If you don't do it, you can't.

Poetry is a thing, and it is talent that pays attention to it. Without that talent, strong writing can only make people laugh.

This Yan Donglou is really talented, but unfortunately, his character is unbearable.

sighed for a long time, gently put Yan Shifan's poem manuscript on the case, and after a long aftertaste, Xu Jie still couldn't raise the interest to read Wu Jie's manuscript.

To tell the truth, although Xu Jie is a chalk disciple of the heart school, he has a preference for articles and poems that are strict and rigorous.

The "Yulin Bell" made at the birthday banquet of Li Mansion on the day of Wu Festival, the people in the Beijing Chalk City said that it was good, and it was also sung all over the city, and it had the taste of being passed on to the world. But Xu Jie was disgusted at first glance, this kind of cowardly chalk characters have never been his dish.

Even if you write flowers, it's just a small tone, and wait for it. What's more, what is described in the words is nothing more than a Qinglou affair, which is a flamboyant style, but it is immoral.

Reading taste, like is like, no matter how bad the writing is, just a little bit of liking, that is heavenly. If you don't like it, you don't like it, and no matter how good it is, it can only make people bored.

This has been true throughout the ages.

Therefore, Xu Jie's words for Wu Jie did not have a feeling of amazement like others.

And now, Yan Shifan's poem is so well written that he can't lift his energy to read Wu Jie's manuscript.

After sitting in front of the case for a while, and thinking of what happened to his precious granddaughter in the Yan family, Xu Jie's heart suddenly became a little sad, and he suddenly felt a burst of hatred in his heart, and tore Yan Shifan's manuscript to shreds and threw it on the ground: "Although the poem is good, the person is rotten, this Yan Shifan is simply a splash!" It's good to lose in Wu Jie's hands, rotten people have their own chalk grinding. In my opinion, Wu Jie has won the favor of His Majesty, and it would be a good thing if he could give Yan Shifan some bad medicine. ”

Xiao Yan's arrogance Xu Jie is very clear, knowing that this person is the most extreme, striving to be the first in everything, and losing to Wu Jie twice in a row, I don't know what kind of anger I want to become.

Although Wu Jie is not a good person, he has done a great job in this matter.

Thinking of this, Xu Jie's heart moved, and he was a little curious about Wu Jie's poems.

I thought that a while ago, my protégé, Gao Wentao of Xinjin Zhixian County, wrote to Beijing Chalk City to say that his proud chalk student Wu Jie was taken away by Jinyiwei, and he didn't know what the situation was now. As the second assistant of the cabinet, if you have the opportunity, you will also look forward to taking care of one or two.

In the letter, the relationship between Wu Jie and him was clearly stated, and between the lines, the meaning of appreciation was overflowing.

Xu Jie subconsciously picked out the letter from the shelf, read it again, smiled faintly, and said in his heart: Ask Tao, ask Tao, does Wu Jie still need to be taken care of by others today?

Of course, he is now encountering a hurdle that he can't overcome, and he has never been able to apply for the name. If he wanted, he just had to talk to the Son of Heaven, but he didn't do that.

From this point, it can be seen that this Wu Jie is not a simple character.

He is now favored by the emperor, if he can't even settle such a trivial matter, what status can he talk about in the eyes of the Son of Heaven. When ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, it is related to their own future, and they have already mobilized all the power they can use. But Wu Jie didn't do this, but forbearance and forbearance, but challenged Yan Shifan's status as a literary grandmaster in Shilin, so that everyone could not ignore his existence. This method is really old-fashioned!

Thinking like this, Xu Jie suddenly became very interested in Wu Jie, and couldn't help but spread out Wu Jie's poem manuscript and looked at it intently.

This poem by Wu Jie has a lot of words and is a bit long. …,

Xu Jie only glanced at it, his eyebrows and beard were windless, and he only felt a layer of goosebumps on his body, and a cool breeze hit from the top of his head, directly blowing through his chalky body.

After reading for a long time, he let out a long breath, got up from his chair suddenly, threw himself towards the bookshelf, and quickly flipped through the manuscripts on the shelf, trying to find out the book that Wu Jie had handed to him.

The prime minister's study is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mountain of books.

The study was surprisingly large, with bookshelves occupying the other two walls, except for the windows and the door, filled with books, manuscripts, and documents.

Even so, there were a lot of manuscripts that had nowhere to go, piled up on the floor, squeezing a large study very narrowly.

He had been in a trance by Wu Jie's poems, he didn't pay attention to his feet, he tripped and stumbled, and the whole person hit the bookshelf.

"Whoa!" With a bang, books kept falling from above. Dust was flying, and the air smelled of old books.

When the housekeeper heard the voice, he hurriedly ran into the library: "Old Ge! ”

"It doesn't matter." Xu Jie smiled and withdrew from the housekeeper, holding a scroll in his hand, and smiled: "I found it, it's really here." ”

"It's Wu Jie's scroll, didn't Elder Ge say that he didn't care about it?"

"One time, another time." Xu Jie sat back in his chair and looked at Wu Jie's scroll over and over again, his expression still very calm.

The housekeeper suddenly became a little worried in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly look at his own prime minister.

But I saw that Xu Xiang's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the subtle cold hairs on the back of his hands were quietly erected, and there was a circle of small bumps on his neck.

No one knows better than the housekeeper that this is what Xu Ge Lao looks like when he is excited. But he respects his identity and never shows his emotions in front of others, but this is not a housekeeper.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Jie let out a long breath, put the manuscript on the case preciously, and looked back at the housekeeper: "What time is it?" ”

"Noon."

"It's time to eat!" Xu Jie turned his head again, looking at the snow in the yard, looking at the first sunny day after the snow, and the blue sky: "Go to the bar!" ”

The housekeeper was so shocked that he almost screamed, he had been his staff and steward for more than 20 years, and he knew Xu Ge's habits very well.

Xu Ge is a strange person, he never drinks alcohol every day, he doesn't drink chalky tea, and he doesn't even eat a little fat, saying that these things are easy to confuse people after they are used.

Whether it is staying up late to deal with government affairs every day, or keeping vigil in the cabinet, Xu Jie is a glass of boiled water.

There are also a lot of good liquor brewed in the mansion, and there is even distilled liquor given by the emperor, but this is all prepared for visiting guests, and Xu Ge Lao will not take a look at it at all.

Today, I suddenly changed my temper to drink, and the housekeeper only felt worried.

The stranger thing is still to come, Xu Ge Lao not only drinks, but also drinks a lot. First, I dried two large bowls of rice wine in one go, and felt that it was not enjoyable, so I changed to white wine.

After Xu Jie, who was not sticky with wine, took a sip of liquor, his face was immediately burned red by alcohol, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing that the pavilion was a little unbearable, the housekeeper was worried and was about to step forward to persuade him.

But at this time, Xu Jie suddenly pulled out a ruyi made of ebony from his big sleeve and knocked it on top of a bowl containing soup.

The voice was crisp and melodious, which frightened the butler to jump.

"Okay, good Wu Shizhen!" Xu Jie let out a long howl and sang loudly: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. …,

The moon does not relieve drinking, and the shadow disciples follow me......

"Good poetry, it's really a surging weather and a magnificent atmosphere!"

"Straight to my Xu Jie's heart, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, in front of such an eternal swan song, no matter how good you are, how can you be an opponent."

This poem should be accompanied by wine, a good sentence of poverty and sorrow, three hundred glasses of wine. Although there is too much sorrow and little wine, the wine does not come to me. actually broke Xu Jie's drinking ring alive! ”

"If the sky does not love wine, the wine star is not in the sky.

If the earth does not love wine, there shall be no fountain of wine on the earth.

Heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is worthy of heaven. ”

For a while, the room was full of Xu Jie's singing.

sang to the chalky place, but saw that his hair was also scattered, and his figure was also chalky.

"Poof!" It was about too much chalk force, and the bowl was smashed to pieces, and the table was full of hot noodle soup.

A few maids came in a panic and were about to clean up.

The housekeeper hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop them, and shook his head again and again, signaling not to disturb the Xiangye's interest.

Xu Ge has had a hard time all these years, if he doesn't chalky again, he is afraid that he will be sick.

simply, let go of the wreckage once, and get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Jie sang this poem many times, and suddenly let out a long howl, tears rolled down, and ended with another poem: "Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling." He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

"Breathtaking, breathtaking, Xu Jie finally got drunk happily, good wine, good poetry, good Wu Shizhen, I was really wrong before. I thought you could only write something that was sung in a low voice, sad and sad. But I don't want to have such an atmosphere in your chest. Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, with Wu Shizhen, take his own humiliation! ”

"As soon as this poem came out, Wu Jie had already established the status of a poetry sect in Shilin, but you had to deliberately make it difficult in the exam, isn't it a joke? Who can stop the Yangtze River water that is rolling in and reluctant day and night. Who can stop the immortal-like poetry and heroism under the moon? ”

"Come on, prepare a sedan chair, and go to Yanfu."

"Yes, Ge Lao, I'll go and prepare."

"Wait." Xu Jie suddenly woke up and stopped the housekeeper: "Wait, wait." [To be continued, "This article is chalky by mentioning the chalk supply". If you like this work, you are welcome to ◣◥ to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. 】