Chapter 612 The current leader of the Xixia Kingdom, Li Qianshun, believes in the Han people
Chapter 612: Now he is an important Han official trusted by Li Qianshun, the leader of the Xixia Kingdom in the Ming Dynasty (first update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 612: Now he is an important Han official trusted by Li Qianshun, the leader of the Xixia Kingdom in the Ming Dynasty (first update)
Walking in the car in despair, Cai Jing felt regret in his heart.
Didn't he want to be happy for a while? In order to force the deputy prime minister Zhao Tingzhi out of the court, he was already a little carried away and made the officials unhappy.
Thinking of this, Cai Jing couldn't help but pat Dong's thigh several times, but there was nothing he could do about it.
If you can't see the king, but you can see him clearly, how can you make the official change his mind?
After thinking for a long time, Cai Jing simply opened the car curtain and gave instructions to his confidants outside the car. Then he slowly lowered the car curtain and began to think carefully.
That night, many of Cai's party's minions and confidants gathered in Cai's Mansion. They dispersed near midnight.
After another two months, the official family finally recovered, and then the imperial meeting was announced again.
Sure enough, the direction of the imperial court has also changed, and many people have begun to express their opinions to the officials.
The re-establishment of the three envoys will be helpful for the imperial court to handle many matters such as the Ministry of Revenue and the transportation of salt and iron.
The official Zhao Ji, who was high up behind the imperial court, watched those ministers and ministers in the DPRK turn the tide and strongly supported the re-establishment of the three envoys.
The only ones who were still stubborn and rebellious were the officials of the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Household Affairs. Compared with the strength of the ministers and workers of the Manchu Dynasty, they were really too weak.
Cai Jing, who had been silent at court meetings for many months after confinement, finally stood up and gave a conclusion, whether the official resettlement of the three ministers was in line with the reform of the Ming Dynasty and the Song Dynasty.
Seeing Cai Jing talking eloquently in the court, Zhao Tingzhi also looked sad and happy for the rest of his life.
Zhao Ji, an official, couldn't help but feel relaxed, his eyes widened, and his heart was at ease.
In the past, with Cai Jing's active cooperation, the imperial court's decision to re-establish the three envoys was passed.
Zhao Tingzhi, the deputy prime minister, finally breathed a sigh of relief as he finally gained a firm foothold in the court at a time when his position was in jeopardy.
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In the Central Plains, everything has recovered, but in the Xingqing Mansion area in the north-northwest, remnants of snow can still be seen in the countryside.
Now, as of dawn, Wang Fu no longer has the Imperial City Sigan Tan beside him to escort him.
Wang Fu didn't know whether there were some tricks in the caravan he was traveling with that were watching him covertly or covertly.
It was precisely through the legs and channels of the smuggling caravan that Wang Funa was able to enter the Xixia territory unobstructed.
In addition, Wang Fu was not a good person after all, he was good at making friends, and he was quite generous in his dealings, so he managed to win over the leader of the caravan, the head of the guard, and others as if they were brothers.
After that, he was able to arrive at Xingqing Mansion safely. After following the caravan into Xingqing Mansion, Wang Fu said goodbye to the caravan and went straight to an inn.
In the inn, Wang Fu took the concoction and began to wash his beard and hair, which had lost its color.
After several basins of water, I finally regained my original eyebrow color. I looked at my face in the bronze mirror that was full of weather and fatigue.
At this moment, Wang Fu really had the urge to leave Xingqing Mansion and count balls.
After all, it was outside the Xixia Kingdom, and the Song Dynasty was probably not very well-informed. If he could leave Xixia and go directly to the Liao Kingdom, it would be possible.
Just as he thought a little in his heart, Wang Fu's heart began to beat a little. Can he lower his head and see the package on the table? Can the money and silk there support him to reach the Liao Kingdom?
And in those two years, the relationship between Liao and Xixia was quite tense.
Just when Wang Fu touched his face and was silent, he heard a knocking sound on his door.
"Which friend?" Wang Fu's eyelids twitched, he turned around and asked.
But there was no sound coming from outside the door, and there were footsteps gradually getting further away.
Wang Fu was stunned for a few breaths, and then he cautiously arrived at the door and slowly opened it.
But there was no one outside the house. There were only two pieces of paper and a letter placed at the door.
Wang Fu glanced at it and his eyes suddenly widened. He immediately copied all the letters and papers into his lap and quickly closed the door.
And those two pieces of paper were not the kind of notices that Wang Fu had seen before, offering a reward for him.
After seeing those two notices, Wang Fu's eyelids jumped, and his intuition told him that it must be someone from the Imperial City Department who did it.
The content of the letter in the envelope is very simple. Please tell Wang Fu and ask him to take the reward notices to the Minister of Public Affairs, Jing Jing.
And the letter explained in detail the origin of the minister of the Western Xia Zhongshu. In the last years of Xia Yizong and Li Liangzuo, there was a young Confucian scholar Jing Xun from Yan'an in the Song Dynasty who committed a capital crime and fled to the west.
He fled to Xixia and was recommended by Su Li, a Han official trusted by Li Liangzuo. He became an official in Xixia and was appreciated by Li Liangzuo and awarded him the title of bachelor.
In the Ming Dynasty, he had already served three Xixia lords. He could be said to be a veteran of three dynasties. Among the Han people who served in the Xia Dynasty, he was considered to be a high-ranking person.
Just ask me to go with my wanted notice, and I will definitely be able to see that important Han minister who is nearly seventy years old, but still in a high position in Xixia, and has the trust of Li Qianshun, the current leader of Xixia in the Ming Dynasty.
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After reading the letter, Wang Fu, who had regained his luster, looked straight at the two wanted notices.
Before, I slumped down on that simple inn bed, and sure enough, I had not escaped the clutches of the Imperial City of the Song Dynasty at all.
Those despicable and shameless people were clearly staring at me in the dark.
When I thought about it, I went from being a scholar-born official in the Song Dynasty to a commoner in the blink of an eye.
Then the Imperial City Secretary slapped him on the head with a bunch of accusations, and then threw him to Xixia without any explanation.
Why? Why did I risk my life to go to Xixia to try for a better future?
And the reason for all that was because that bastard Cai Laoliu took a fancy to his own talents.
When I thought about the fact that I had learned a few months ago that the new Secretary Cheng was actually Cai Yao, the sixth son of Prime Minister Cai, I was so excited that I took the initiative to make friends with him.
He used sweet words and asked for no money to make Mr. Cai smile, which made him praise him...
Wang Fu was so angry that he was shaking all over, and tears fell straight from his eyes. Regret and annoyance made him couldn't help but raise his palm and give himself two big dicks.
You make me talk mean, you make me talk mean, it turns out that I have provoked such a sick-minded Cai family.
When he opened his legs and walked towards the outside of the inn with an extremely heavy expression.
The shopkeeper looked at the yellow-haired stranger with a confused look on his face, and couldn't help but curiously asked the shopkeeper when a yellow-haired Hufan lived in the inn.
Before the innkeeper could talk to the waiter, Wang Fu had already turned the corner and headed north towards Xingqing Fucheng.
Following the address written in the letter, Wang Fu finally arrived at the residence of Jing Xun, an important official of the Western Xia Han people.
Looking at the tall mansion, Wang Fu, who had just had a sore mouth in the inn, wiped his face, expertly put on a warm and flattering smile, and walked towards the steps...
I’ll update the thread tomorrow for now. I’ll rest first. Wake up and keep working hard!