"If you can talk to the old man about this, there must be a turnaround."

Eldest Sun Wuji nodded slightly, "Things have indeed taken a turn for the better, among the six departments of the three provinces of the DPRK and China, looking at it, both the civil and military sides trust, but the one with the cleanest background is the Ministry of Rites." ”

Gao Shilian sat cross-legged, sideways next to the small shelf on the side, "Zhang Yang is a lonely minister, born in the countryside, and has no interest relationship with the ministers of the court, and the Ministry of Rites has always had little contact with the Sixth Ministry, so in terms of the authority of the Metropolitan Protectorate, it is best to let the Ministry of Rites preside." ”

"In fact, His Majesty also has doubts in his heart about making this decision."

"Because sooner or later Zhang Yang has to leave the position of the secretary of the Ministry of Rites?"

Eldest Sun Wuji shook his head.

Gao Shilian smiled in surprise, "Is that the old man thinking wrong?" ”

The eldest grandson Wuji said: "Does my uncle think Zhang Yang can be trusted?" ”

At the beginning, the eldest grandson Wuji was a young man, and he was also a smart person, teaching him to behave in the world since he was a child, and now he is an important minister in the court, his talent is naturally needless to say, and the cultivation of wings is naturally more than before.

That's where the worry lies.

Some things can't be said clearly, when he left the court, this nephew accepted the kindness of many people and arranged a lot of manpower in the court.

If it weren't for Fang Xuanling and Wei Zheng, the eldest grandson Wuji would be the most powerful among the Wenchen now.

Gao Shilian sighed: "You, now you are a close minister of Your Majesty, and you can talk to Your Majesty from time to time, but Zhang Yang is different. ”

Now his voice was much lower, hoarse, and much weaker.

The eldest grandson Wuji took a sip of tea, and said again: "My nephew thinks that His Majesty has now transferred Zhang Yang to Taifu Temple, and he will never be used again for many years to come." ”

Gao Shilian took a deep breath, "Auxiliary, you are wrong. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji frowned and said, "Uncle, why do you say that." ”

Gao Shilian explained: "There are so many people in the DPRK, Zhang Yang's credit is not small, according to the feudal marquis into the Zhongshu Province, it is not an exaggeration, recover the Hexi Corridor, pacify the Western Turks, and reverse the situation against Tubo, this person's merit should be in the county and county?" ”

The eldest grandson Wuji nodded silently.

The words continued, "Look at Zhang Yang now? Since the pacification of Tibet, he never went to the Foreign Affairs Yuan again, and only went to the court in the future, and did not go to the early dynasty after arriving, and now he has left Chang'an City and hid in Lishan. ”

"Don't look at His Majesty's cold treatment of him now, he will be transferred from the Ministry of Rites to Taifu Temple, you can all see Your Majesty's intentions, it seems that the promotion is actually emptying his authority, and it is even possible to stay in Taifu Temple for the rest of his life."

Gao Shilian's words were light, "Auxiliary, don't you understand?" ”

Eldest Sun Wuji slowly raised his head, he thought of something, but he was not sure.

Gao Shilian patted the table, "They all say that your eldest grandson Wuji is an old fox, why don't you understand, the more Your Majesty trusts Zhang Yang, the more he will isolate him, and the more important he is, the more he will alienate Chang'an City, so that the lonely minister can be trusted." ”

Looking at the expression of the eldest grandson Wuji, he coughed violently again, he was already in poor health, and the more excited he was, the more unstable his breath became.

The servant on the side whispered, "The old gentleman has talked too much today, it's time to rest." ”

The eldest grandson Wuji stood up, "My nephew won't bother my uncle." ”

Gao Shilian's cough softened a lot, and he said in a low voice: "Auxiliary, Your Majesty is now more and more like an emperor, his mind is deep in the city, and his sophistication in power is no longer comparable to that of the past, you have to see clearly, it was not Your Majesty who drove Zhang Yang away." ”

His withered fingers pointed at the eldest grandson Wuji, "It's Your Majesty who hid Zhang Yang in Lishan to guard against you!" The kings and ministers of this world have never been so simple. ”

Gao Shilian's breath smoothed a little, "Don't think about the Khan that day. ”

Eldest Sun Wuji's footsteps stopped in front of the door, and he only stopped for a moment before leaving.

The nephew who taught him back then has now become Zhao Guogong, who plays a pivotal role in the court, maybe he understands that Zhang Yang is good at Tibet, and he also understands that Zhang Yang will definitely be treated well by His Majesty in the future.

Maybe he hasn't thought so deeply, but as the years and months of experience grow, he will understand one day.

Gao Shilian slowly stood up and rested under the support of the servants, and said in a low voice: "The old man is old, and he can give him less and less advice, and the auxiliary machine thinks too much and does little, he is afraid that he will go astray, and he is afraid that he will not die well." ”

The servant on the side was still supporting, he couldn't understand the old man's words, and there was a lot of respect in his eyes, at least His Majesty would let the old man die a good death.

There was a heavy snowfall at the beginning of the eleventh year of Zhenguan, and the land of Guanzhong after the snow was clear again, and in the blink of an eye, in March, several teams of soldiers and horses left Chang'an City.

These soldiers and horses came from the Wei Mansion, and among the soldiers and horses were three officials of Zhongshu Province and two officials of the Ministry of Rites.

The dust finally settled on the powers of the Metropolitan Protectorate, and the Chinese and military forces briefly compromised.

For the time being, the diplomatic authority of the Imperial Protectorate remained in the hands of the Ministry of Rites, which supervised the exchanges between the countries outside the border.

Next is the matter of the Hanhai Protectorate and the Tubo Protectorate.

But the rest is simple.

In Guanzhong in March, the weather was warm and cold, many villagers were busy in the fields, and rumbling thunder sounded in the sky.

On Lishan, Zhang Yang and Li Yue collected the clothes to dry.

The younger brothers and sisters are still leaving, because these children are already very playful in the Guozijian, and the masters of the Guozijian can't control them, and they can't take care of them in the palace.

Li Shimin simply let the children stay in Lishan, regardless of whether to ask.

Zhang Yang put the good clothes into the basket, there are many children in the family, and there are many clothes, "Does your father don't want these children." ”

Hearing this, Li Yueqiao glared, "What is the husband talking about, the queen mother also asked her to send a lot of clothes and food yesterday." ”

She also looked around, but thankfully the children didn't hear her.

Another burst of thunder exploded in the sky, and three or two drops of rain fell, and the couple hurriedly took their clothes into the house, and as soon as they reached the eaves with their front feet, the rain poured down.

Children sit in front of the eaves and watch the rain fall.

Handing over the clothes to the aunts, Zhang Yang sat down on the eaves, holding the scroll in his hand and looking at it, which recorded the affairs of the Ministry of Rites these days.

Xu Jingzong is already the nominal secretary of the Ministry of Rites, although there is no official appointment yet, he has witnessed the Ministry of Rites from a small three-person mansion to the present.

Whether it is qualifications or ability, he is the most suitable person to serve as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and there is no opinion from top to bottom of the Ministry of Rites.

And Xu Jingzong also got the career achievements that he had in mind, and serving as one of the six Shangshu was enough to glorify the lintel.

"Daddy, eat barbecue."

After receiving the meat skewers handed by his daughter, Zhang Yang said again: "How many barbecues have you eaten this month?" ”

Xiao Qingqing raised three fingers, "The third meal of the month." ”

Zhang Yang said: "In the future, eat less barbecue, up to three meals a month." ”

Seeing that his daughter pursed her lips and looked aggrieved, Zhang Yang said again: "Okay, from now on, you still have three meals." ”

"Hee-hee." She laughed and ran away with the skewers.

Li Yue was packing her clothes with her two aunts in the house, and although the thunder was loud and the rain was heavy, she was still in a good mood.

Zhang Yang held the scroll in his hand, listened to the sound of the rain and continued to look at the scroll in his hand, there are many things to do in the Ministry of Rites this year, such as the location of the capital protection mansion in Tubo, Xu Jingzong wants to build the capital protection mansion in Luo, that is, the north of the new Potala Palace.

In this way, it can be shown that the Tang Dynasty is above and the Potala Palace is below.

But Lu Dongzan, who was in Tubo, was always unwilling, he felt that this was disrespectful to the holy mountain, how could the capital of the Tang Dynasty be in front of the holy mountain.

Therefore, Xu Jingzong also said that Tubo still owes 300,000 yuan to the Tang Dynasty, and the money has not been paid off.

Then the holy mountain is still mortgaged in Datang.

Because of this matter, the Tubo people and the envoys sent by Guanzhong were in a stalemate.

Then there are the Uighurs, who, although submissive, are still wild, and it is very difficult to educate them.

The Uighurs were quite good at horsemanship, and they wanted to recruit their tribal men as cavalry, but when they heard that they were going to march north of Lake Baikal, the leaders of the Uighur tribes naturally agreed, but when it was time to collect troops, the Uighurs all ran away.

If this is something that cannot be helped, the Uighurs have always been accustomed to it.

Xu Jingzong had no choice but to write a chapter and ask the Heavenly Khan to canonize a Uighur Khan, and with the canonization of the Heavenly Khan, he would surrender justifiably, and it would be much smoother to take care of the orders in the future.

However, the concert was sent to the palace, but His Majesty did not give a clear answer, and the court and China also discussed it, but there was no follow-up.

There is also the matter of Xue Yantuo in Mobei, after the restoration of Yinan Khan, he had a serious illness, and the medical skills of the Xue Yantuo people were very poor, and they couldn't be cured, and they didn't know what they ate to treat the disease, but they became even sicker.

On the one hand, the people of Xue Yantuo wanted to send the Khan who had finally been restored to Chang'an City to Chang'an City, and the Heavenly Khan also sent a medical officer from the Imperial Physician Department to treat this Yi Nan Khan.

This made the Heavenly Khan more wise and martial in front of the countries outside the Guan.

This also greatly contributed to the progress of the construction of the Avenue of the Heavenly Khan.

Zhang Yang finished reading the scroll in his hand, but saw that Li Zhi had been standing aside, and his brows were tightly knit as if he had something on his mind.

Didn't this kid go and play with the blue sparrow? Zhang Yang was puzzled: "Come back so soon?" ”

Li Zhi was full of resentment, "Brother Huang knows how to strike iron, and he doesn't know what to play." ”

Zhang Yang nodded, "Your imperial sister has steamed a lot of steamed buns again, and I can't finish it now, so I'll leave it to you." ”

Hearing this, Li Zhi looked into the house and saw a cage and nearly half a dozen steamed buns, and was immediately dumbfounded, one or two steamed buns were full, where could he eat so much.

He stepped back again and whispered, "Brother-in-law, I heard the imperial brother and his guards discussing. ”

Zhang Yang was curious: "What are you talking about?" ”

Li Zhi lowered his voice again, "Brother Huang said that he was going to kill the monk named Xuanzang." ”

"Whew...... You say that......"

"How can the imperial brother kill someone!" Li Zhi was indignant, "Could it be that Monk Xuanzang is extremely evil?" ”

Zhang Yang turned his little head and turned his face towards the steamed buns, "You go and eat the steamed buns, don't ask about other things." ”

When he entered the house, Zhang Yang picked up another volume, which was sent by the Ministry of Works, Yan Li was going to prepare the account book for the second phase of the fortifications, and the needs for flowers were listed on it, but when he was looking, he saw a small figure standing in front of him again.

Looking at Li Zhi again, Zhang Yang said impatiently: "His Royal Highness King Jin, do you have anything else?" ”

Li Zhi chewed the steamed bun vigorously and said: "I heard that the imperial brother also said that Gao Shilian was seriously ill again because of the conversation with Zhao Guogong, and he has only improved now. ”

Zhang Yang put down the music again and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness King Jin, don't talk when eating. ”

Li Zhi stuffed another mouthful of steamed buns into his mouth, chewing vigorously with a wooden expression.

This kid couldn't eat two steamed buns, Zhang Yang looked at the steamed buns and was worried, and then reheated these steamed buns, put them in a food box and let the palace maid who accompanied the prince and princess send them to the palace for His Majesty to eat, and by the way, let him see what the steamed buns look like and what they taste.

This is the achievement of Taifu Temple, and it is in charge of the dinner table of the Tang people.

It's always a good thing to be able to make Datang's dinner table a few more dishes.

No matter how you say it, this is also the leftover from his own son and daughter, and the palace has a large population to eat.

There is a way that the daughter-in-law learned to cook, and the children are two years old, and the craft has not arrived home for seven years.

On a whim, I forgot about the swelling of the dough when it was fermented, and the steamed buns were too much.

Because of this rise, the children don't even have an appetite for dinner, and they even have hiccups.

As the sky fell into the night, the rain stopped, Zhang Yang lit the oil lamp in the workshop, and the whole person lay down under the lathe, adding some more parts to the lathe.

"His Royal Highness the King of Jin." Zhang Yang called.

Li Zhi, who was teasing the bear at the door, ran quickly, "What do you want my brother-in-law to order?" ”

Zhang Yang was still fixing the parts with his hands and said, "Do you see the thin iron pipe at the door?" ”

Li Zhi nodded heavily, "I see." ”

"Bring it."

The latte was quite heavy, and he leaned down and handed it to his brother-in-law.

Zhang Yang installed the bearing, fixed the bottom, and pushed the oil lamp out first, and the whole person slid out from the bottom.

Putting the skateboard that was originally on his back, Li Zhi whispered, "Brother-in-law, can I play this?" ”

"No, I'm going to fall."

Li Zhi turned his head and snorted coldly and left.

Zhang Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, applied tung oil to the parts inside the lathe, and turned the bearing inside the handle to turn.

It's okay to do the usual wrench work, but then attach a flywheel to the lathe and make a foot-driven flywheel that can be used for grinding circles and simple cutting.

Every time Zhang Yang came out of the workshop, the apron on his body always had a lot of oil stains, and the cloth gloves became black gloves full of tung oil.

Zhang Yang threw his gloves into the brazier, and the whole person jumped into the Huaqing Pool to wash it well.

Back at home, Li Yue was preparing clothes for her unborn child.

Zhang Yang changed into clean clothes, sat down comfortably and took a sip of tea, "This group of little people who have no conscience, if they don't skateboard for him, they will lose their temper, it seems that they still need to set up good rules for them." ”

The daughter had fallen asleep on the bear's back, and the twisting car was a novelty, but she was not interested in playing with too many new things, and she slept on the wide and comfortable bear back.

Even if this bear brought her up, she was only obsessed with the twisting car because of the freshness of the moment, but in the end she returned to the bear's back.