Chang'an Avenue under the Chengtian Gate was cut into two sections of the east and west of the imperial city by two inner city gates.

The six departments together with the Hanlin Academy, the Honglu Temple are in the east, the Metropolitan Inspectorate, the General Administration, the Dali Temple and the frightening Jinyi Wei are all in the west, such a place where the official eunuchs gather, in addition to the officials on weekdays, very few people are willing to go from here, it can be said that the sedan chair is like a cloud, idlers to avoid, no matter how noisy it is, it looks like a rich and pure place outside.

There is no need to be on duty in the palace today, Zhuang Changxin returned to the ministry as soon as he went to the court, it was almost the winter solstice, and the evaluation of the officials had not yet been completed, and he was so busy that he was going to have wind under his feet.

There have been quite a lot of changes in officialdom this year, firstly, the Ministry of Officials has recruited and transferred competent officials from all over the country who are good at settling accounts, and the local shortages have to be filled.

Second, there are people who check the accounts and naturally there are bad debts, before His Majesty gave a deadline to let the officials related to the deficit of the Taifu Temple pay money to reduce the crime, a total of 23 people took the initiative to hand over the money, of which there are 14 people who are still in the official position, these people have also been removed from their official positions by His Majesty, although the progress of the audit is not fast, there is also progress, and in the last half a month, more than a dozen people have been found to have embezzled the money of the Taifu Temple, and the vacant vacancy must also be filled.

Third, His Majesty has reinstated a group of old officials who had been demoted before, and he has to set up a deliberation department in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, how to transfer the official positions of these people, how to match their colleagues, and how to make people who want to seek officials everywhere have a settlement, and the knowledge in this is enough to write ten books.

Looking at the roster sent by his subordinates, Zhuang Changxin looked at the wind and clouds, but in fact, he was about to get angry, and the tea that he had always loved in the teapot was also replaced by mulberry leaf tea with a clear heart like Li Congyuan.

The chaotic personnel were like a mess, and after a bit of a struggle in it, an hour had passed since they raised their heads again.

"Squire-sama, let's have lunch first."

A young official walking in the bureaucracy came over with today's food sign.

Zhuang Changxin didn't look at it: "Is there that hot vegetable car coming over today? If someone picks up the verdant ones, give me a bowl of ironing."

As he spoke, he stood up to himself, "That's it, don't bother you, I'll go pick up some food myself."

In the courtyard of the ministry, the kitchen of Guanglu Temple is distributing meals, in addition to the meat and vegetables that the officials are tired of eating on weekdays, there is also a small car with four corners wrapped in iron, and the car is lined with some cabbage, radish, bean sprouts, lotus root slices, kelp cloth and melon vegetables raised in the fire room, all of which are fresh, as well as tofu and meat slices, etc., because the weather is cold, and it is covered with a thin quilt.

There were a lot of small officials in front of the car who took food for the officials, Zhuang Changxin walked straight over and lifted the thin quilt to take a look, nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the back of the line to line up.

The little official in front of him hurriedly gave way:

"Squire-sama, please."

"It's okay, step by step, the way to nourish the heart."

When he said this, the little official in front of him was finally not afraid, but he was still sideways, and he didn't dare to turn his back to his superior.

Zhuang Changxin has always been kind to others, so he chatted with him:

"There are really a lot of people who eat this hot pot, and a refreshing dish is more appetizing than the stewed in that pot." ….

The little official hurriedly bowed: "It's Your Majesty's grace."

Zhuang Changxin smiled.

It is not wrong to say that His Majesty's heavenly grace is vast, before they and these ministers ate a big pot of rice stewed in Guanglu Temple at noon, with a lot of patterns and good names, as for the taste, it is not unpalatable, but after eating for a long time, it will make people feel that life is boring.

There are a lot of things in the court this year, several old ministers have had a little discomfort, even the not so old Li Congyuan once had a burning bubble on his mouth and couldn't speak, but it was cold, the hot dishes were wrapped in ashes, and the cold dishes were really unpalatable, when the officials were lamenting the difficult winter, Guanglu Temple seemed to be suddenly chiseled with a hammer in the top of the skull, and there was such a hot dish that could make people put seasonal fresh vegetables in their mouths.

Order a few kinds of green vegetables, blanch them in the pot for a while, and then season them according to personal preferences, not only the people who have a fire in the stomach like it, but the officials from Lianghu, Sichuan and Shu are also amazed.

"More cabbage, bean sprouts, tofu, lotus root slices, and some elbows

Slices, sour soup with more dogwood oil and pepper oil."

After a short time, Zhuang Changxin walked to the bottom of the porch with a tray carrying a bowl of hot vegetables and a few baked cakes, and some officials were standing there talking and eating, and he also raised his chopsticks.

There are people who oppose everything in this world, and when the hot pot first came out, some people thought the dishes were vulgar, and they disliked the kitchen cooking in front of the courtyard of the sixth department, which was insulting.

After a few days, there were fewer people who objected, first of all, they said that the scalding dish was not eaten directly, but also poured a spoonful of boiling soup, with bone broth, chicken soup, shrimp and fish boiled fresh soup, and then Zhuang Changxin's favorite sour soup, the soup base with the soaked sour radish, plus two spoons of dogwood oil, sour and spicy, appetizing, occasionally made him feel that he could review the roster for a whole day until the thing was done.

Of course, when he really faced the roster, Zhuang Changxin would know that the ambition just now was an illusion.

It's impossible to get the job done.

"Our majesty's *** is really unbearable." After taking a bite of the cabbage leaves soaked in the sour soup, he couldn't help but admire.

Others didn't know, but Zhuang Changxin got the news from Li Congyuan, and such a novel and thoughtful way of eating for their sake was thought of by His Majesty the Emperor himself, and he also specially recruited the cook of Guanglu Temple to enter the palace to teach him face-to-face.

The envoy of Guanglu Temple is also a very intelligent person, His Majesty has made such a compassionate act of the ministers, he can't immediately set up a monument in front of the gate of Guanglu Temple, but His Majesty only let him credit a few cooks, and never allow others to mention that His Majesty personally improved the food for his subordinates.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Changxin felt that the dishes in front of him were sweeter, and he wanted to go all night today to review the roster.

Because Zhuang Changxin is very popular on weekdays, someone came up after just sitting under the porch and eating a few bites of food:

"Have you heard about today's Metropolitan Procuratorate?"

"Metropolitan Procuratorate, what's the matter?"

The man was also carrying a tray, and was about to say something, when someone hurried in through the courtyard gate:

"It's a fight, it's a fight! Princess Yueqing brought a group of women to the gate of the Ducha Courtyard!"

Ooh! ….

People with good deeds put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran out, but they were stopped back, and the person who stopped them was Lu Yaohui, the right attendant of the Ministry of Officials, Li Congyuan loves to promote newcomers, he is not very old, but he is very old, and he does not wear warm ears on his head, and he is solemnly wearing a red official robe with a three-grade peacock complement, standing in the courtyard like a needle of the sea god.

When the other people in the courtyard saw him, they were like shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and honestly retreated to the hall.

The little official who had just delivered the word frowned and was reprimanded by him under the porch.

After training people, Lu Yaohui raised his head and remembered that Zhuang Changxin was also in the ministry today.

"Where's Zhuang Shilang?"

"Zhuang Shilang?"

A master bookkeeper said cautiously, "Just now, Xia Guan saw Zhuang Shilang going out through the back door, still holding a bowl of rice."

Lo Yiu-wai: "......"

He controlled a group of small ones, but let go of the skiniest monkey king?!

Wrapped in a cloak, the dough was torn and soaked in a soup bowl, and the attendant of the dignified ministry slipped through the urn city wall while walking and eating, and when he met a colleague from the Ministry of Industry who was going to Taichang Temple in a carriage to do business, he squeezed directly into the car.

In this way, he did not delay the lunch, nor the melon after lunch.

While the yamen everywhere were waiting to see the jokes of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Metropolitan Inspectorate was very quiet.

It's so quiet.

Zhuang Changxin pretended that he had something to do to find Zuodu Yushi Qian Clumsy, all the way into a no-man's land, and he even began to wonder if the eldest princess of Yueqing was angry and arrested and slashed all the people in the Great Metropolitan Procuratorate.

can take a group of women and say that they want to clear the accounts of Taifu Temple for five years in a month, what else can't such a person do?

Walking all the way to the front of the main hall, Zhuang Changxin breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good, they're all alive.

He put aside the empty soup bowl and chopsticks, poked his neck and began to watch the excitement.

The eldest princess of Yueqing wears

Dressed in a red princess robe, she sat on the top, and on either side there were two lines of maids with knives, standing beside the imperial historians of the Imperial Inspectorate.

The huge Metropolitan Procuratorate, together with the more than 40 imperial historians of Zuodu, were like poor scholars who had been robbed into the bandit village, standing there one by one, not daring to say a word.

Seeing the red official uniform worn by Qian Zhuo, Zhuang Chang was happy.

What you have experienced today must be unforgettable for Qian Zhuo.

"I am really grateful to have brought the female officials of the palace to visit your place today, and I am really grateful for the help of Qian Zongxian* and all the imperial historians, and when I finish what His Majesty has explained within a month, I will definitely bring my colleagues to the door to thank you."

When speaking, Zhao Mingyin, the eldest princess of Yueqing and the leader of the Duanji Palace, spoke in a very gentle and polite tone.

Qian Zhuo's face turned red, his throat was blocked by something, and after a while, he only held back two words.

"Not necessarily."

Zhao Mingyin smiled gently: "Qian Zongxian, don't be polite."

Qian Zhuo took a deep breath.

A few days ago, Princess Yueqing made a military order, and within a month she took a group of female account rooms to clarify the backlog of accounts in the Taifu Temple for five years, and then the first thing was to take away part of the account books from their Zuodu Yushi, Qian Zhuo did not want to offend his colleagues in the court for His Majesty to investigate the Taifu Temple, and on the other hand, he did not want anyone to come out and rob him of his errand, especially if this person was still a woman.

Even if she is a princess, she is a woman after all. ….

But Qian Zhuo didn't dare to object openly, and the imperial historians under his command almost poked the fold with a pen, and he didn't mix it.

Qian Zhuo was a little afraid, because of the slackness of the imperial historians in the matter of the Taifu Temple, His Majesty was obviously impatient, otherwise he would not have summoned Chu Jiyuan back to the dynasty, and directly let him make the imperial history of the right capital.

His Majesty did not point at their noses and scold them at the court meeting as before, but he had a poisonous plan to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle, and when Chu Jiyuan returned to the dynasty and established the deliberation department, the biggest ability of the Metropolitan Procuratorate was no longer to impeach hundreds of officials by grasping the etiquette and legal principles, but to have a place to supervise the accounts of various places.

This is a good thing for the "Metropolitan Inspectorate", but it may not be for the imperial historians...... In the face of solid accounts, their impassioned eloquence and the twists and turns of the evidence of the crimes are much thinner.

After that, the imperial history that entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate will be biased towards the Deliberation Division, or the original Four Divisions? Biased towards his money?

When the thirteen imperial histories found out about the illegal things, do they contact their colleagues and write together, or do they ask the review department to go out and find out the accounts of those corrupt officials over the years?

If it is the latter, how long can they stay hand in hand, advance and retreat together since the founding of Dayong?

He, the Imperial History of Zuodu, who drove the imperial histories from all over the world to leave and right the court together, still has a lot of place to speak?

In his opinion, the Duanji Palace in the West Garden was just His Majesty's preparations for Chu Jiyuan's return to the Dynasty in advance, and the eldest princess of Yueqing was sent by His Majesty to seize power with him.

Thinking about these things in his heart, Qian Zhuo naturally hoped that these female officials could do bad things earlier, not to mention the Duanji Palace, and even the Deliberation Division should not be built.

When Duanji Hall asked for the account books, he used some careful thinking and put some old accounts that were not marked in them.

If someone investigates, just say that the people below misplaced.

What he didn't expect was that in just two days, the eldest princess of Yueqing would come to "ask for advice" with their account books.

Those women not only found out the account books he had stuffed into, but also found a bunch of mistakes and omissions, and they actually stepped into the door of the Imperial Court to let the imperial historians "solve their doubts".

Since the establishment of the Dayong Dynasty, how has there ever been a woman who walked in from the main gate and had a "colleague"?

How could there ever be a woman with hundreds of female guards with knives to surround the imperial historians? This is called "solving puzzles"?! It's called blackmail!

How could there ever be a woman sitting at the top of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, pointing at their actions and arbitrarily praising and deprecating them?!

Slippery world!

"Princess ......"

"Qian Zongxian, as I said a long time ago, although I put on the princess's robe and brought the female guards of the princess's mansion to the door

Visit, but now I am the first Duanji Hall scholar in the Dayong Dynasty, please call me Bachelor Zhao."

Zhao Mingyin waved his hand, still smiling.

Qian Zhuo kept his mouth shut.

As an official for half his life, who doesn't want to have one day when he can enter the cabinet? Who doesn't want to add the title of "Scholar" before their official position?

He, Qian Clumsy, dignified Zuodu Yushi, is also a candidate for the future elder, how can he call a woman a scholar? .

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