Above the palace of the Haotian King, the ministers finally saw the Haotian King, who had not appeared for a few days, dressed in a red dress, with dragons and phoenixes flying in subtleties, and the woman who was not sitting on the throne leaned slightly and lifted a piece of green silk for herself.

"The king's wellness is the blessing of the ministers." Fortu spoke first.

As soon as Futu spoke, the ministers also echoed.

He didn't say anything, just looked at His Highness's people, and only spoke when everyone stopped agreeing with the discussion.

"The ministers have been worried in the past few days, the king is deceased, and Haotian is thriving." Stand up from your throne. "Today, the king has several edicts."

After that, a herald in front of the palace stepped forward.

"The rising sun has returned, Haotian Baisheng, Honglu Temple Qing is Moqing and for the country and the people, the policy is effective, the left minister, the unification of hundreds of ministers. The imperial historian Futu was loyal and patriotic, did his best, was promoted to the secretary of the imperial history platform, and supervised by hundreds of officials. ”

Jimo Qinghe didn't make too surprised or happy expressions, just bowed deeply, Futu is not a person who is too good at hiding his heart, and he is excited at the moment and is about to be unable to do etiquette.

Zuo Xiang and Yushitai Shangqing, can be said to be one person under 10,000 people, so far, these two king's henchmen, one from the county guard to the royal city, the other from the poor student to the official worship Zuo Xiang, finally came to the Haotian Dynasty, the most powerful position.

"In addition, there is another person who wants to meet with the hundred officials." The herald signaled to the herald. "Let him in."

"Zheng Xize in the suburbs of Xuanjing—" The herald shouted.

Jimo Qinghe frowned at this moment.

Zheng Xize was dressed in a purple sandalwood robe, although it was a majestic hall, he walked very calmly, and the hundred officials were either puzzled or guessed on the side, all looking at who this kid was.

"Meet the king, my king Chang'an."

Zheng Xize knelt down and bowed.

"Get up." The auditor nodded. "Zheng Xize was originally a student of the Rising Sun, and later entered the Haotian official system through the official selection examination, strictly abiding, honest and honest, and now let you see it."

Although the hundred officials were a little puzzled in their hearts as to why they let a newcomer go to the palace, no one dared to speak, but Futu stepped forward and gave his hand.

"The ministers in the royal capital often hear the reputation of strict laws in this new suburb of Beijing, and when I see it today, it is really sharp."

"Hmm." The auditor nodded. "I need a hundred xing, I need a new wind, and this king has also heard about Zheng Xize's strategy, which is very beneficial to the people."

"My king is wise." Futu bowed and saluted, and when he saw Futu say this, many officials also echoed.

Ji Xin seemed to be quite satisfied: "In this case, from today on, Zheng Xize will be promoted to Changshi and enter the Haotian Dynasty." ”

As soon as the salary was said, some officials whispered that although the position of Changshi was not high, it was extremely subtle, nominally a subordinate official of the prime minister, but he could be directly responsible for the king, and he did not know what the king's intention was.

"The minister will accept the order, for Haotian, and he will never give up."

Zheng Xize bowed again and received the will loudly, and his words were full of hardness that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Good! I hope you will contribute to the livelihood of our country and all people. ”

At this time, Jimo Qinghe has already restrained the faint anger of Zheng Xize when he first arrived, and restored the lonely and cold appearance of the unequaled son, Futu has no idea about Zheng Xize, as long as the eldest princess feels good, he will also feel good, but Zheng Xize, with a sharp edge, some court ministers saw the clue and secretly thought.

Wang Shi funeral day, the old-school courtiers are either too old or rewarded, now Jimo Qinghe and Futu are in high positions, the two parties seem to be harmonious but seem to be faintly divided into two camps, the king began to promote such a sharp new person, compared to the Jimo Lord who just entered the court, it is more than three points of youth and seven points of fearless, such a person, I am afraid it will be a knife.

The undercurrent in the court is surging, the salary is standing on the palace, the new monarch ascends the throne, the people are on the ground, and the new pattern really begins.

In the Imperial History Mansion of Kangping Kingdom in Hanzhou, people knelt in front of Su Suyi.

"Master, you are only less than a month away from officially taking up the post of Youtai Imperial History, but the young master is ......"

Su Suyi just still took care of her flowers.

"Hesong, do you still need me to teach these little things?"

The visitor shuddered. "He Song understands, and He Song will do it."

Su Suyi rubbed the petals twice, and her eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Blood is thicker than water, I don't know these four words, whether it's allowed or not."