Concubine Shu held a piece of paper in her hand and frowned.
There was a list of names written on this piece of paper, which were the candidate officials drafted by the Ministry of Rites this time. Shen Ye's name was written at the first one.
"No, big brother is reckless this time..."
A trace of anxiety appeared on Concubine Shu's face. She looked behind her and said, "You should leave the palace immediately and send a message to Fang Shangshu on my behalf, saying that the Ministry of Personnel must not recommend Shen Ye to be the Minister of Rites..."
The Shen family and the Fang family are close friends. She can understand her eldest brother's intention to increase the bargaining chip for King Run, but this is too obvious. Once His Majesty thinks of something based on this, their plan will be aborted just after it has begun. middle.
Right now, there is definitely no chance for King Run to walk from the back to the front.
Zhao Yuan shook her head and walked in from the door, looked at Concubine Shu, and asked doubtfully: "Concubine, the Minister of Rites is Zhang Yan, who is Shen Ye?"
Concubine Fang Shu was stunned, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "How do you know that the Minister of Rites is Zhang Yan?"
"I just came from my father's place. I heard what my father said." Zhao Yuan looked at Concubine Fang Shu and said in surprise: "Concubine, who is Zhang Yan? Why does it sound familiar?"
"Zhang Yan is the father of your Zhang family sister." Fang Shufei explained. She picked up the paper in her hand and looked at it again. Zhang Yan's name was ranked last. According to common sense, the position of the Minister of Etiquette was different. It's not his turn. Could it be that the order of the list submitted by the Ministry of Rites has been adjusted?
Zhao Yuan said happily: "Has your father-in-law been promoted?"
"Who is your father-in-law..." Fang Shufei glanced at him angrily and said: "At such a young age, from whom did I learn these words, and I am half-hearted about girls..."
"Mr. He." Zhao Yuan said confidently: "There are five mistresses in your family. I only have sisters from the Wang family, Zhang family, Bai family, and there are two more to go..."
Concubine Fang Shufei looked at him and asked: "Don't you have only four wives in your family?"
Zhao Yuan's expression was stunned, and he knew that he had let slip just now and almost confessed the imperial sister. He rolled his eyes and said with a naive smile: "Sir, there are only four junior wives. I remembered it wrong..."
Fortunately, Concubine Fang Shu did not argue with him about this. She looked at him and asked seriously: "Did you really hear my father say that the new Minister of Rites is the father of Zhang family sister?"
Zhao Yuan took out something from her arms, handed it to Concubine Fang Shu, and said, "Concubine, you will know by yourself."
Concubine Fang Shufei looked at a strange-shaped paper object in her hand and wondered: "What is this?"
"My teacher taught me how to fold this little frog." Zhao Yuan said: "Put it on the ground, press its butt, and it will jump forward. If you want to see it, I will let you see it."
Concubine Fang Shu shook her head and asked, "What does this have to do with Sister Zhang's father?"
Zhao Yuan took apart the paper art and said, "This is the paper my father gave me when I folded the little frog for my father just now. I saw my father-in-law's name on it."
Although Fang Shufei was amused that the father and son were actually playing with memorials, she was pleased with their lack of scruples. After taking it apart, she saw the list of candidates for the Minister of Rites submitted by the Ministry of Personnel. Zhang Yan's name was impressive. Listed first.
She looked at the paper in her hand and said in surprise: "Why has it changed..."
Zhao Yuan looked up at her and said, "Concubine, I want to go out of the palace to play with Zhang's sister."
Fang Shufei glanced at him dissatisfied and said, "What are you playing for? Have you finished your homework for today?"
Zhao Yuan looked at her and said innocently: "Sir, Mr. Zhang said that there was a lot of fun at Zhang's house, so he asked me to join in the fun..."
"Sir?" Fang Shufei murmured, and a bright light suddenly flashed in her mind.
She breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "No wonder..."
Based on her understanding of her eldest brother, he would never have thought of this, but she had forgotten that besides Fang Hong, there was also Tang Ning in the staff department.
If he hadn't been here this time, I'm afraid something good would have turned into something bad, and even their plan would have failed halfway...
She looked at Zhao Yuan, who was taking out a book to read, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Yuan said in surprise: "You asked me to study..."
Fang Shufei took the book from his hand, threw it aside, and said: "Stop studying and go play with your Zhang sister. From now on, whatever your husband says will be whatever you say, just listen to him..."
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Zhang family.
The Zhang family in the capital is famous for its poetry and calligraphy, and has countless disciples. Each generation has been appointed as a bachelor. It is a famous noble family in Beijing.
Although the position of Grand Scholar does not hold real power and does not participate in court affairs, its status is extremely respected. Everyone from the common people to the courtiers respects him very much.
It was the Zhang family's luncheon at this time. Everyone was eating slowly and slowly. No one talked or made too much noise.
At a certain moment, a servant walked in from outside and whispered: "Sir, His Royal Highness Prince Run is here."
During the dinner, a pretty little girl put down her chopsticks, looked at an old man in front of her, and whispered: "Grandpa, I'm done eating."
Academician Zhang nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Although the rules of the Zhang family are that the younger ones are not allowed to leave until the elders leave the table, but if the little girl does not go out, if King Run is invited in, all of them will have to stand up and salute, which will be troublesome.
King Run Zhao Yuan often comes to the Zhang family, and the Zhang family is no longer surprised by this.
After the meal, the servants cleared away the remains of the bowls and chopsticks. The old man wiped the corners of his mouth, glanced at a middle-aged man below, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Your Majesty wants to be re-appointed as the Minister of Rites. The Minister of Zhongshu will push it out."
Who is it?"
The middle-aged man said: "It's the child."
The Zhongshu Sheng was responsible for drafting and promulgating edicts. The former had become an errand of the Hanlin Academy many years ago. The Zhongshu Sheng of the Chen State was just an agency that promulgated government decrees and did not participate in court affairs. Most of them were some
Noble officials of the Qing Dynasty.
In fact, the same is true for the Ministry of Rites. After even the affairs of the imperial examination were handed over to the Ministry of Personnel, it was completely reduced to a place for the nobles. However, the Ministry of Rites is still nominally the head of the six departments. The power of the Minister of Rites is not great, and his status in the hearts of officials and even officials
, but it is half a level higher than the ministers of other departments.
If the Zhang family can produce another Minister of Rites in addition to the bachelor, they will be at the top of the Qingliu family.
However, there are still many officials in the court whose qualifications and abilities are above Zhang Yan's. No one can take this position, and this time it is just to fill up the numbers.
The old man looked at him and said: "The Ministry of Education is not much worse than the Ministry of Rites. You are still young, so you might as well practice more..."
The middle-aged man didn't have the slightest hope in this, so he nodded and said, "I understand, kid..."
Zhang's house, in the back garden.
Zhao Yuan picked a flower casually, handed it to the little girl with both hands, and said, "This is for you."
Just as the little girl was about to take it, he suddenly said: "Let me help you put it on your head. This flower will look great on your head."
The little girl blushed and said, "Okay then."
Zhao Yuan put the little flower on the little girl's head, stared at her, and said with a naive smile: "It's so pretty."
The little girl glanced at her mouth and said, "Not as good-looking as the Wang family sister and the Bai family sister."
"They have their own good looks, you have your own good looks, you are all good-looking..." Seeing that the little girl seemed to be about to speak again, Zhao Yuan hurriedly changed the subject and said: "I am here to congratulate you today, your father is going to be the Minister of Etiquette.
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"Liar..." The little girl turned away from him and said, "Dad said that it is impossible for him to be a minister..."
Zhao Yuan looked at her and asked, "Do you dare to bet?"
The little girl said: "What are you betting on?"
Zhao Yuan thought for a while and said, "If your father becomes the Minister of Rites, you will kiss me."
The little girl's face turned red and she curled her lips and said, "What if there isn't?"
Zhao Yuan smiled stupidly and said, "Then I'll kiss you."
The little girl looked at him and nodded hesitantly.
"Don't cheat." Zhao Yuan looked at her, stretched out her little finger, and said, "Pull the hook."
The little girl stretched out her little finger and hooked it with him, and said: "Hook..."
