"Master, are you going now?" Ye He asked.

Xie Changyu's dark eyes stopped on the clear and handsome back in the distance, and he lowered his eyes halfway: "Forget it." ”

......

At noon the next day, more than a dozen officials from the Prime Minister's Office visited, and each of them was empty-handed, either joining hands with beautiful women and jewelry, or bringing famous paintings and ink treasures.

Ye He reported the news to Xie Changyu, but after speaking, he saw that the woman in red had no waves, her snow-white hand was holding a porcelain bowl, and she was holding a spoon in her empty hand to stir the duck soup in the bowl repeatedly.

"Magpie—"

Xie Changyu shouted, and the magpie ran out of the door in a 100-meter sprint around the stove of Agarwood Garden.

She wore a brown headscarf worn by the cook on her head and an iron spoon in her hand.

It's really a brutal and naïve little girl. Fortunately, Ye He was used to it, and his face no longer twitched.

The magpie smiled and said, "Miss, what are your orders?"

Xie Changyu raised the porcelain bowl in his hand, opened his lips and said, "The duck soup is boiled well, is there still it in the pot?"

"Don't worry, the first slave maid saw that the young lady drank three bowls of everything, and I was afraid that it would not be enough to boil another pot. ”

"Ahem...... Xie Changyu covered his mouth and coughed: "Don't say that your young lady can drink so much, it's only two and a half bowls......!" You go and serve a new bowl, put all the salt in the agarwood garden into it, give you half a stick of incense, and immediately serve the finished product. ”

The magpie's mouth opened wide in surprise - how salty was it to put all the salt in it, and the young lady was so heavy now?

Ye He looked at the magpie funny, and pretended to scold: "Dumb girl, why are you stunned, don't go quickly after Miss's orders!"

When the words fell, he didn't forget to give Xie Changyu a thumbs up: "He is worthy of being the master!"

There are so many tricks!

......

Prime Minister's Mansion - Council Hall.

Sixteen officials in regular uniforms sat neatly at the arranged tables.

These officials, each smiling at each other, only occasionally showed a look of embarrassment and stared at Jiang Yan on the main seat, their eyes revealing some begging meaning.

Jiang Yan put the booklet in his hand on the table, looked down with cold eyes, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his lips, mixed with the smell of officialdom.

He raised his hand and said in an elegant manner: "Everyone, please drink tea." ”

At your fingertips.

Jiang Yan categorized the officials present into categories - ***, diehards, and conservatives.

At first, these officials could still resist their inner impulses, laughing and playing in an official tone, admiring the Xiangfu's carved beams and beautiful buildings, and sighing for a while that the Xiangfu's well-guarded and official-style style, they were all filming the sycophants of the youngest and promising prime minister in the history of Dayan.

Finally, when the first adventurous person bravely stood up and told that his family was too shy to contribute to the disaster relief, one by one he changed his ways and began to cry poor.

None of the people present were not human spirits.

Du Si lined with such a thorny political problem, what earth-shattering things will this young prime minister do?

Jiang Yan didn't say a word, and looked coldly at these wine bags and rice bags that relied on hereditary official positions and embezzled public funds and didn't take the common people in their eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he calmly took a sip of tea, and raised his head to signal the next person to continue.

Among the officials, there was a young man in a brown robe who stood out a little.

He has slender eyebrows and eyes, a cinnabar mole at the end of his eyes, and a clear appearance, but his face is softer, and he doesn't look like a good person.

This is the third son of the Du family in Shengjing, named Du Qingrao, and the family is a hereditary official position.

Last month, Du Gongzi's own brother died of hysteria, and the old man of the Du family tried to get Du San to the imperial court to become a clear water official.

It stands to reason that Du Qingrao has only been an official for a month, and this kind of big event can't be his turn, but Du Qingrao wants to imitate those old fritters in the court and rush to the door.

Others said in their hearts that this Du San really wasted this shrewd look, and he was a fool for a long time!

Maybe the prime minister hasn't paid attention to you on the head, but you want to show your face!

Du Qingrao said: "Xia Guan went back to the south of the Yangtze River and accidentally found a few Yangzhou thin horses, which didn't take advantage of this excitement, Xia Guan brought a few thin horses over to serve the adults." ”

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and several delicate women came in through the gate, all of them charming, beautiful as flowers, and not vulgar.

Jiang Yan looked at Xuanyi slightly.

Is the guard at the door dead?

Xuanyi shook his head in a daze, saying that he really didn't know, those officials who sent beautiful women were all stopped at the door, when did this Du Sangongzi bring these six women in.

The woman swayed her waist and leaned over slightly, and called delicately: "Prime Minister, Ann~"

The ministers thought to themselves that this Jiang banquet was really a blessing, were so many beauties busy coming?

"Dumb girl, add tea to all of you. ”

Jiang Yan called coldly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold and dangerous smile: "Third Master Du, I thank you for your kindness, but there is no need for beauties, you take these women away immediately, if you are seen by Madame, it will not be good." ”

The mute girl covered her face, carrying the teapot to Du Qingrao's position, and with a shake of her hand, she accidentally hit the hot teapot into a Yangzhou thin horse on the side.

The weak woman was burned by the spout and screamed in pain.

Du Qingrao only looked at the woman, and there was a hint of grievance in her eyes. I saw Du Qingrao looking at the masked mute girl, with a flash of ridicule in his eyes, and suddenly gave up his hand.

Said with a smile: "The love between the lord and the lady is really enviable, but these thin horses found by the lower officials are all strictly trained, and their appearance is unnatural. ”

Outside the door, Xie Changyu held a tray and leaned against the wall near the door to eavesdrop.

I thought to myself, who is this person, so arrogant!

obviously came to compliment Jiang Yan, but he sarcastically ridiculed the subordinates in Jiang Yan's mansion for not being able to take action, did they not speak or did they do it on purpose?

Not playing according to common sense?

Another point, why is there not even a gatekeeper outside the heavily guarded Prime Minister's Mansion Hall, except for a few secret guards?

Inside the door.

Jiang Yan put down the tea: "Du Qingrao, you don't have to go around the bend in front of this prime minister, just say the purpose of your visit." ”

Du Qingrao laughed after hearing this: "It is worthy of being an adult, and you can see through the thoughts of the lower officials at a glance." ”

The tails of his narrow eyes were abnormally red, and the corners of his mouth widened: "Xiaguan came this time to give advice to adults." ”

Jiang Yan's deep gaze looked at Du Qingrao, his hands were crossed on the table, and the mutton fat jade ring on his finger flashed with a thin light.

"If it's a good way, listen to it. ”

Du Qinghuan said confidently: "The world is not as good as before, although the DPRK and Chinese colleagues are not necessarily shy in their pockets, but it is also impractical to invest their money in disaster relief funds at one time." Presumably, our richest man in Dayan-Lu Wenjing, no one knows how much his wealth is, you might as well visit Lu Wenjing, if he is willing to make a big head, then the rest of the silver two will not be stingy. ”