The news that Jin Youzi begged to retire suddenly triggered the officialdom in the capital.

This is not just a vacancy between two official positions, but many.

When Hu Yi was staring at one of the positions, Yan Dajian was staring at his position as the Minister of Rites, and the Right Assistant Minister was staring at Yan Dajian's position, and the officials below were staring at the Right Assistant Minister...

This is a chain reaction similar to dominoes.

The movement ahead followed the movement.

So why are there any taboos in the officialdom?

Originally, everyone was waiting to sit in a row and divide the fruits and fruits. Everyone could take a step forward, but they lost the opportunity because of the airborne.

How many people will this offend?

Fang Xing was preparing to cut off Yan Dajian's dream.

"Brother, Yan Dajian is not wrong!"

Huang Zhong felt that Yan Dajian and the Fang family had no grudges, and he was diligent in doing things, so why did he mess with him?

"I can't stand it."

"Don't like it?"

Huang Zhong felt that Fang Xing was joking.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the future Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty.

If you say that you can't stand it like a child, you should go and get rid of him?

Huang Zhong said laughing and crying: "Mr., you still have to think about this matter again and again."

"That's it."

Fang Xing couldn't explain why he hated Yan Dajian.

An Lun?

An Lun has always been vigilant about Yan Dajian, and Dongchang has been staring at Yan Dajian and his son for a long time.

Why did An Lun stare at Yan Dajian and his son stubbornly?

Fang Xing felt that there was something unknown here.

And there is no need to care about these things.

"In another year, Potato will be able to learn martial arts, and before that, I hope everyone can remember his father."

Fang Xing finally refused to let his children work alone, but Yan Dajian became the cannon fodder for the Fang family to establish his authority.

"Who is the other person most likely?"

Huang Zhong was thinking about the transfer of officials, the candidates for the Minister of Revenue, etc.

...

The seventh year of Xuande was an ominous year.

Starting from the beginning of the year, the old ministers of the state fell one after another.

The first one to go was Xia Yuanji.

Zhu Zhanji was really sad, so he stopped for three days.

Fang woke up to the Xia family.

In the vast white area, he stood in front of the spirit and recalled his years of interaction with Xia Yuanji.

After Xia Xuan bowed, Fang Xing asked, "Is there any difference at home?"

Xia Xuan said: "Thank you, Xing and Bo, the family is right."

These old ministers are all ministers who are in charge of the country and will never be seen in the future.

The ministers in the future became more and more unbearable.

Fang Xing didn't know why the troubled times gave birth to countless heroes, but the prosperous times could only cultivate borers.

He said to Xia Xuan: "Honor of Father has unparalleled achievements. You are so happy to do it, everyone is watching."

Xia Xuan and Xia Yuanji are different. He prefers martial arts, but most of them talk about war on paper.

Zhu Zhanji had already issued an order, and Meng Yin Xia Xuan was the Chief of Shang Bao, which is the Ai Rong after his death, Yin and his descendants.

After leaving Xia Mansion, Xu Jingchang happened to come to worship.

"Dear, wait for brother, let's have a drink together later."

Xu Jingchang went in without any grief and went through the procedure. When he came out, the people in the Xia Mansion were all silly and had no respect.

After a generation of glory, most of the younger generations will gradually become mediocre and gradually become lost to everyone.

Xu Jingchang and Fang woke up to Shenxianju.

Xu Jingchang also became a little old-fashioned, and he couldn't drink as happily as before. He just drank slowly and sipped in small sips.

"Deva, I envy you when I see you young!"

Xu Jingchang also said a lot more.

"The street in Dingguo Duke's Mansion is called Dingfu Street. What may I decide? Now there are three locations missing. Brother, I just made a suggestion. My Majesty sent someone to scold me. It's true, no one can guard against me, right?"

Xu Jingchang looked at Fang Xing baldly, wanting to get comfort or help.

"Why do you want to interfere in this matter?"

Fang Xing looked at him calmly, feeling that this guy was becoming more and more rude in his work.

"That's not something you should interfere. Not to mention you, my brother-in-law has been closed to thank the guests these days. In order not to disturb the muddy water, you can't wait to jump in. This is looking for death!"

Fang Xing felt that Xu Jingchang shouldn't be so unwise, so his tone became heavier.

Xu Jingchang took a sip of wine and said with a blank look: "Brother thinks he can't live for a few years."

Fang Xing stared at him, looked at him and said, "You drink less and play with women less, and you can guarantee that you can live another twenty years."

Xu Jingchang looked at him quietly. Just when Fang Xing thought he would follow his advice, Xu Jingchang sighed.

This is a sigh of regret.

It's also a satisfying sigh.

He raised his wine glass and watched carefully as the blue lines meandered on the wine glass, just like his many years of survival.

I just crawled in life.

His eyes moved away from the wine glass and looked at Fang Xing.

His serious appearance seemed to have broken through some great avenue.

"But if you don't drink or play with women, what's the point of that man still alive?"

Fang Xing was stunned, but found that he could not refute Xu Jingchang's views.

Everyone has different goals in life, mostly for "living". They are busy for their children and grandchildren until they are dying, and they begin to summarize their lives.

If there is no saying that one can cultivate the next life, will one have a negative attitude towards life?

After dinner, he stayed at Shenxianju to talk to Mochou and his son.

Huanhuan was getting older, and Fang Xing was about to see the situation and threw him into the academy.

Mo Chou was a little worried about his child's ability to take care of himself.

"You don't go to the main house, but your child can usually go there to rest and have dinner and come back after school in the afternoon."

This will take into account Mochou and not disturb Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's ideas, and it will also facilitate the teaching of the children.

Mo Chou smiled and said, "Well, that's good."

She always felt that she was redundant and had snatched Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's things, so she didn't want to go to the main house, which would make her feel that she was getting more and more aggressive.

Fang woke up and prepared to go back.

"Go back often."

He finally reminded.

Mochou nodded and agreed, but he didn't know if it would be implemented.

When he arrived at the door, Mo Chou asked in a low voice: "Master, they said that the capital is making trouble for those official positions. If it is not done well, it will cause blood. You..."

"I didn't get involved!"

Fang Xing spoke lies with his eyes open, but he was very confident.

After leaving Shenxianju, Fang Xing asked, "Did Yan Dajian still not go to run?"

In recent days, people with hope have been running, and even Hu Yi, who has always seemed a little out of the officialdom, has gone to the Fang family, which shows how fierce the competition is.

The official position of the Minister of Rites is obviously worthy of being in contact.

Zhu Zhanji would observe the ministers, but he would also ask the ministers about this matter.
To be continued...