Traveling all the way to Yanqi, come and visit the upper country.
After experiencing the rain on the lake, the boat is parked on the edge of the lake in the cold.
Shuo Qi Xiong Sanfu, closed the door to control Kyushu.
There are 100,000 households in the Wuling Tombs, and there are red towers on the banks.
After Emperor Chengzu moved the capital to Beijing, in order to convey the central government's decrees to the world, forty-one post stations were set up around the capital, and later this number increased to forty-six.
"Luhe Station, also known as Tongzhou Station, is the first station in Beijing and one of the rare land and water stations in the world."
When Du Yinxi walked out of the cabin, what caught his eye was the burning lighthouse not far away. It was about fifteen feet high and was an octagonal and thirteen-level solid brick tower with dense eaves. It was built in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
On the side, the person who also came out of the hatch was a young man with bright eyes and thin cheeks. It was a pity that a scar appeared on his face, destroying everything.
"Du Gong——" The young man stood with his hands clasped in front of him, his attitude was extremely close.
"And Nong, this burning lighthouse is a must-see, it is a great sight in Tongzhou."
Du Yinxi looked at Wang Fuzhi's cheek and had to sigh, secretly thinking it was a pity, but he cherished his talent and filial piety and felt heartbroken.
In the 16th year of Chongzhen's reign, Zhang Xianzhong captured Hengzhou and sought out celebrities everywhere. Those who disobeyed would be thrown into the Xiang River. Unfortunately, his father Chaopin was arrested.
The 24-year-old Wang Fuzhi cut his face with a knife, pierced his wrists, applied poison, and let the wounds fester. Then he went to Zhang Xianzhong's military camp alone and said: "I have become a useless person, and my father is over 70 years old. To you,
It’s useless, please let us father and son get together.”
Zhang Xianzhong was impressed by his awe-inspiring aura and released the father and son.
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, talent has been the most important thing. Officials do not stick to appearance. However, being ugly and having scars on the face are two different things. It can be called disabled.
This not only hinders the view, but also lacks the majesty of an official, making it difficult to control the people. Naturally, it is impossible to be an official, and the official career is in danger.
"If Mr. Du is not going to the capital to see His Majesty, why would he want to visit the pagoda?"
Wang Huzhi's strange way, his loose sleeves are blown by the river breeze, making him graceful and graceful.
"Luhe Station is the stop before entering Beijing. Not only do I have to rest here and wash away the dust, but I also have to be welcomed by the Ministry of Etiquette."
Du Yinxi said softly: "I have no control over the time arrangement. If time is not tight, I can go sightseeing in Tongzhou."
"However, you can stay in Tongzhou and your hard work going north will not be in vain."
"When Duke Du was recommended to be sent to prison, my husband felt happy but not tired."
Although he is nearly thirty years old, Wang Fuzhi is in high spirits and cherishes such a rare opportunity.
"This is what you deserve..."
Du Yinxi shook his head, looked at his face, and hesitated to speak.
Wang Fuzhi said in a relaxed tone: "Being able to exchange a mere piece of skin and flesh for my father's life is the greatest blessing in the world. I can't ask for it, and I don't feel hurt."
"You have a good attitude."
Du Yinxi smiled, stroked his forehead with his hand, and looked at the rows of shops on both sides of the canal, feeling very good.
The small black-topped boats, like dragonflies flitting across the water, shuttled back and forth through the gaps in the congested canal, revealing a prosperous scene.
Although this was far from what he had remembered, it finally restored some vitality, just like the Ming Dynasty.
For a moment, he felt quite sentimental.
Although shipping has become a trend nowadays, in the eyes of many conservatives, although the canal has many flaws, it is calm and visible and tangible.
The sea is unpredictable, and it is difficult to survive if it capsizes.
Although Du Yinxi supported maritime transportation, he was still worried and headed north through the canal.
Having been the governor of Jiangsu for more than three years, he had already expected to enter Beijing.
I wonder if this time he will be promoted to the rank of Minister openly or secretly, or to the rank of Minister?
It's a pity that there are no shortages in the six departments, so you can't go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, right? Although Qingliu is good, it doesn't have much real power.
For a feudal official like him, it was difficult to adapt for a while.
After arriving at Luheyi, it turned out that there were officials from the Ministry of Rites who had already estimated the time and were waiting on the ground.
The inn also prepared a room, with plenty of hot water and delicious food, which helped him get rid of his fatigue.
"Du Zhongcheng, please take a break today and set off for Beijing tomorrow."
The governor has the power of supervision and command of the army, and as a rule, he has the title of left deputy censor of the capital procuratorate.
The etiquette training from the Ministry of Rites only took an hour, and Du Yinxi accepted it completely and learned very quickly.
"Is there a communiqué?"
"Please wait a moment, it was posted just a few days ago." Yi Cheng smiled politely.
Du Yinxi sat on a chair and looked at the news about the restoration of Korea in the Ming Dynasty Gazette, especially the low-price grain purchase, trade, naval control and other matters in the back. He felt that the court was not decent enough.
This is not the first time you have helped people restore their country, how can you be so petty?
But he understood that these words could not be spoken, as they had become a matter of public discussion, so he could only act accordingly instead of complaining.
After reading for half a quarter of an hour, he turned the page and saw another piece of news: Zhu Mou, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, resigned as the Minister of the Lifan Academy...
"this--"
Du Yinxi was stunned, and his heart suddenly became hot.
Standing up, he looked at the ships in the distance and the willow trees by the river, his thoughts changing.
How could it be such a coincidence? When he was called to Beijing, there was a vacancy in the Lifan Academy.
Although there are three words for "Lifan Yuan", and it is not followed by "Ministry" and "Yuan", it seems that it is not formal enough and has little power, not as good as Yisi...
But there is no doubt that the Minister of Lifan Yuan is a second-rank official, far above his second-rank official.
According to the convention, if the official in the capital is one level higher, even if he is promoted to minister, he will only be promoted to the left, while the minister will be promoted to the left.
"The position of Six-Bus Minister is a difficult one. I am not qualified enough and I am not a minister of Qiandi. Even if I am given Six-Bus Minister, it will be difficult for me to sit firmly."
"The Lifan Yuan is just right. It doesn't have much power, and its official rank is just right. Once it's straightened out, whether it's being transferred to the six ministries or joining the cabinet, it can be said to be a matter of course."
The more he thought like this, the hotter his heart became.
I tossed and turned during the night and couldn't even fall asleep until midnight.
At dawn, Du Yinxi got up, took a boat, and headed west to Beijing.
As for Wang Fuzhi, he was tired from traveling and traveling, so he temporarily rested in Tongzhou for a few days.
As soon as they passed Chongwen Gate, Du Yinxi was surprised by the spacious and orderly outer city: Is this still the same Beijing when I took the exam?
Although there were too many doubts in his mind, he could only quickly wash away his dust, changed some clothes, and waited outside the imperial city.
The young eunuch ushered him in. After walking for a long time, he finally came to a shady place.
Octagonal wing pavilion.
The emperor was playing chess boredly, and the person playing against him was Zhu Mou, the minister of household affairs, who was a man of the hour these days.
"General——"
"Your Majesty, this move is a stroke of genius. I surrender to you."
"You kid, let me go. Don't think I don't know."
Zhu Yixi laughed and cursed, then waved her hand in disgust and told him to get lost.
Zhu Mou didn't take it seriously either and left with a smile.
Before leaving, when he saw Du Yinxi, he just nodded slightly.