Xue Ji could feel that after returning from outside, His Majesty's attitude towards him had quietly changed. On the surface, it seems to be more intimate, but when you look closely, it seems to be estranged...... It's unpredictable.

Chen Yu's matter must have become a thorn in His Majesty's heart, but Xue Ji has his own insistence, since the marriage contract has been decided, it cannot be dissolved at will, and regardless of the future career, it is said that Xue Chen and Hua Jue are already in love, how can they tear down the child's good deeds?

There are many idlers in the capital who chew the root of their tongues, and even officials privately say that Xue Ji's wife is benevolent and buries his future in vain.

Xue Ji listened, even if he had thousands of thoughts in his heart, he could only laugh at them, and he couldn't argue with others one by one.

Recently, there have been many affairs between the DPRK and China, first the chaos in the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River caused an uproar, and then there were complicated and complicated matters concerning the size of the river repair, and no one from the emperor himself to the local officials could not be idle.

In other words, no one dares to be idle.

I still remember that when I just returned to Beijing, Qin Xu said that he wanted Xue Ji to recuperate for half a month, but in fact, it was only about ten days, and Xue Ji rushed back to Shangshu Province by himself.

In the first few days after returning to Shangshu Province, Xue Ji only felt that these officials around him were very strange, and there were those who came to the side to talk to him when they had nothing to do, and there were also those who served tea and water with nothing to do.

However, in two or three days, as long as Xue Ji sits in the yamen of Shangshu Province, he will definitely not be idle around him, and sometimes he can't cope with a few decrees after an hour or two.

Within ten days, Xue Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and found out a few officials early in the morning and reprimanded them angrily in front of everyone. Finally, this unhealthy trend can be suppressed.

After a long absence, Xue Ji was finally able to sit quietly at the table and take care of government affairs. The most important matter at hand is to dispose of King An's will.

"Send King An to the fief?" Xue Ji had expected this, but he didn't expect that there was another one behind this will. I looked at it carefully and was stunned. "Why did Your Majesty allow him to take the Liu family?"

King An's biological mother Liu is indeed a poor person, Qin Heng never looked at him when he was alive, King An was deeply involved in the battle for the heir, and rarely accidentally harmed his biological mother, and he didn't see his biological son for more than 20 years......

However, no matter how pitiful she is, it is the only bargaining chip that can contain King An. As long as he holds the Liu family in his hands, no matter how obsessed King An is, he has to take care of his mother's safety.

It is impossible for His Majesty not to think of this layer, so why did he let the Liu family return to the fiefdom with King An?

Xu Lang was transferred to Shangshu Province not long ago, and he was sitting at the table on the left side of Xue Ji at this time, with a stamped document in his hand, just about to be issued. Hearing Xue Ji's movements, he leaned over and glanced at it, and as soon as the handwriting entered his eyes, he counted it in his heart, chuckled, and said, "King An's wings are broken, and His Majesty no longer needs chips."

"What do you mean by that?"

Xu Lang moved the chair next to Xue Ji, put the hot tea he had just changed, and said with great interest: "Qing Zhi doesn't know, as soon as Chen Yu dies, there are not many people left around King An who have fled away. His fiefdom is poor and poor, and he is not short of food and clothing, and if King An wants to do anything else, he is afraid that he will not have enough spare energy."

The autumn breeze brings a touch of freshness, blowing away the summer heat, the grass in the bushes has faded to the green, and the ancient trees in the capital have replaced with yellow leaves.

August of the fourth year of Changning quietly came.

The sky gradually darkened, and the lights of the market were as bright as day, and the lanterns in front of the restaurant were hanging high, and the dignitaries were coming and going. I saw a carriage parked in front of the door, and a person came from the car, and the person who greeted the guests in front of the restaurant saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Lord Yu is here, please come in!"

Yu Huan bowed slightly, took off the cloak on his shoulders, handed it to the little guy next to him, and then walked into the restaurant.

"Lord Yu, didn't you charter the venue today?" During the banquet, an official of the Ministry of Rites held a wine glass in his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "This is not like your style."

Yu Huan lifted his clothes and sat down on the main seat, raised his hand and poured a glass of wine, and said angrily: "Your Majesty has the heart to strictly investigate the officialdom, and the list in Dali Temple has come out, who dares not to know the restraint?" Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed: "Left, no

After a year and a half of grievances, he can still hold on."

"My lord, you said that the list ......" The voice was unconfident, obviously suspicious.

Yu Huan said casually: "Let's clean our hands and feet, he Feng Mingjian can't find the slightest bit when he comes to check it himself, you are just too timid."

"My lord, the prime minister knows everything."

"His hands are not clean, he does not dare."

Yu Huan raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, and praised it. The banquet was full of officials from the DPRK and China, and it was inevitable that the major events of the DPRK and China would be mentioned in their words, Yu Huan joked a sentence or two from time to time, and the laughter in the private room was endless, accompanied by echoing or flattery.

At this moment, the list mentioned in Yu Huan's mouth had been transferred from the table in Dali Temple to the hands of the Son of Heaven, and the lines of clear handwriting entered Qin Xu's eyes, Feng Mingjian stood on one side with his hands down, only to see that his eyebrows gradually locked, and his expression became a little hideous.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid this list is not all." Feng Mingjian lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

Just listen to the "bang".

Qin Xu slapped the paper in his hand on the table fiercely, and the green tendons on his tightly clenched fists burst out, showing the anger of the Son of Heaven.

"Even Yu Huan has written it up, and it's not all?"

"Lord Yu hides it cleanly and wants to catch the evidence, I'm afraid it's not easy, except for him, the prime minister ......."

Before he finished speaking, a small eunuch came in from outside the door, bowed down, and handed over the paperwork in his hand. "Your Majesty, I delivered it overnight."

Qin Xu's gaze froze slightly, and he glanced at Feng Mingzhen on the side.

"Let's go down."

Qin Xu took the document and opened it casually, thousands of words were sprinkled on the paper, there was no lack of literary brilliance between the lines, and there were sensational words between the lines, but they were roughly swept, as if they had seen Jiang Yansheng in tears.

"He's quick to hide." Qin Xu sneered and threw the Chinese book in his hand on the top of Fang Cai's list.

Feng Mingjian was puzzled and asked tentatively, "What is the Prime Minister's presentation?"

"Worry about my mother."

Just four words, Feng Mingzhen seemed to have guessed in his heart, and he didn't know the details, frowned, didn't say a word, and thought secretly in his heart.

Qin Xu glanced at him, raised his hand and threw the document in front of him: "Read it yourself."

Feng Mingjian bent down to pick it up and looked at it word by word.

This matter is not a big deal, but Jiang Yan is in the position of prime minister, and it coincides with the shocking changes in the situation between the DPRK and China, so it is a bit unusual to encounter this incident.

Jiang Yan's mother died not long ago, and he asked himself to worry about his mother for three years.

According to the usual practice and the explicit provisions of the Great Zhou Dynasty, if an official encounters a major funeral of his parents, he or she needs to go home to observe filial piety for three years, which is called the parents' worries.

Jiang Yan's move is reasonable and ordinary, but he is the prime minister and holds an important position in the imperial court. Not to mention the prime minister, who would be willing to let go of the power of the court and go home for three years?

Feng Mingzhen frowned, he had only checked Jiang Yan's various deeds not long ago, and there were many details of his life experience. If memory serves, Jiang Yan is a concubine, and his biological mother died as early as when he was a child.

"How did the minister hear that the prime minister's biological mother had already died?"

Qin Xu was stunned, he had already passed away? He took Jiang Yan's invitation document from Feng Mingjian's hand again, and read it carefully again. is indeed worried about his mother, Jiang Yan is full of mother's affection, which is tear-jerking.

"Are you really sure? His birth mother is long gone?"

Feng Ming shook his head in response, and his tone was very affirmative: "It's true."

Qin Xu's eyes sank, and he immediately picked up the pen and put pen to paper, and wrote down the question after Jiang Yan's thousand words. After completing the book, he closed the paperwork again, summoned the little eunuch who presented it, and instructed him to take the document and send it back to the prime minister's house.

Without waiting for Jiang Yan to explain again, as soon as the court dispersed at noon the next day, there were eunuchs waiting outside the palace, and as soon as Jiang Yan stepped out of the main hall, he immediately stepped forward to salute and asked, "Prime Minister, Your Majesty is invited."

Before Jiang Yan had time to change out of his heavy court clothes, he was invited to the imperial study. When he entered the door, Qin Xu was leaning back in a chair

I closed my eyes and recuperated, and there was a cup of medicinal food on the table.

"Chen Jiang Yan knocks to see Your Majesty."

Hearing the sound, Qin Xu slowly opened his eyes, his hand holding his forehead hung down, and he frowned at the people who knelt down and saluted. He was not in a hurry to scream, his eyes wandered back and forth on the person for a long time before he asked, "The prime minister asked for his mother to worry about Ding yesterday, and the thousand-word petition is all a filial piety word, and I am very moved."

"It's just that I have a question."

After a pause, Qin Xu stood up and walked out of his seat and walked in front of Jiang Yan.

"The prime minister should have seen the approval, right? Isn't it time to explain to me?"

Jiang Yan buried his head deeply, thousands of thoughts were hidden in his eyes, he had already read His Majesty's approval, needless to say, he knew that Feng Mingzhen must be by his side at that time.

Feng Mingzhen was already investigating his family's private affairs, and the intention was obvious.

At this time, in the face of Qin Xu's questioning, Jiang Yan's palms oozed cold sweat, he leaned over to remain calm, and replied in a deep voice: "The minister's biological mother is indeed long gone, and the mother-in-law is virtuous, and she has always regarded the minister as her own, so gracious, the minister has mentioned it in the recital...... Now that my grandmother has passed away suddenly, the minister is grieving, and I beg to be sorry for my mother for three years, and I beg your majesty to grant permission."

Qin Xu sneered in his heart, and the expression on his face was not obvious.

It turned out to be such a worried about his mother and his mother. Then can you worry about your stepmother again another day? Worried about your mother?

No one will believe this when they say it, and the Ming people know that this is just an excuse, an excuse to avoid the wind and rain and be idle.

With a smile on his face, Qin Xu bent down to help Jiang Yan up, and persuaded him cordially: "There are many affairs between the DPRK and China, and you can't do without you, Prime Minister. Since he is not his biological mother, then the prime minister can also keep filial piety in his heart."