Ji Dong then took another step forward, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low voice: "I would like to take the liberty of asking for advice from the Grand Tutor... After the fall of the previous dynasty, how did the Grand Tutor gain favor from His Majesty?"
When the two dynasties alternated, how did they achieve such a perfect transition?
He really admired and envied the Taifu's seamless experience in serving as an official.
Taifu Jiang's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, almost thinking that the other party was mocking him, but when he looked up, he saw that the young man in front of him had sincere eyes, and he really looked like he was asking for advice humbly.
"Why did Jifu Yin ask this?" Taifu Jiang looked solemn.
"I just want to discuss something with Taifu..."
Discuss?
Is this still some profound scholarship?
Taifu Jiang's expression changed for a moment, and his eyes seemed to say - Young man, your thoughts are very dangerous!
Ji Dong coughed lightly.
It is often dangerous to think ahead of others, and it is very easy for a person to go astray...
So didn’t he just go to Mr. Jiang, who was a veteran?
After all, the emperor's recent behavior is really disturbing.
There was a conquest of the Li tribe before, and now it's Dongwu... Doesn't it cost money to fight? I don't know what's going on with my own treasury?
In the past, he didn't realize that the emperor was still a prodigal son.
Alas, what he dislikes the most in his life is who loses his fortune.
When he thought of this, Ji Dong felt extremely heartbroken - if he continued like this, he would soon be unable to pay his salary.
And once it reaches that point, how can the crisis facing the court be just a deficit in the national treasury...
"..." Faintly affected by the pessimism of the young people in front of him, Jiang Taifu also subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Golden Palace behind him.
Judging from the current situation and his observations over the past eighteen years, it is undeniable that the current monarch in Daqing is the worst he has ever led.
Even the last emperor of the previous dynasty was probably inferior to this one in terms of his accomplishments in subjugating his country——
After all, there is still an objective fact that the previous dynasty has exhausted its energy, but the current person has relied on his own true ability to bring the situation to this situation...
It's not that the other party did it intentionally, but that some people are destined to be unable to take on big responsibilities due to their temperament and abilities.
I think back then, when Daqing was first established and the disputes between the princes began to emerge, this man was in the name of "benevolence and virtue".
However, it takes time to see people's hearts. Who would have thought that the only advantage that the other party can offer is actually a packaged illusion.
Thinking of this, Taifu Jiang said it was impossible not to worry.
He is already very old, and the loess has been buried almost up to his neck. According to those who are more open-minded, he must have taken life and death lightly.
But he really couldn't take it lightly.
He had planned to resign next year, and there were a lot of children and grandchildren waiting for him to play with - who would be willing to die?
And even if he puts aside his own life and death, he still has to make plans for the younger generations of his family.
The dangers during the change of dynasties are no joke. If you don't pay attention, you may fall to pieces.
But naturally he could only say: "What matters in this kind of thing is to let nature take its course..."
Ji Dong responded quickly: "I understand..."
Just like when he was taking the exam, many people asked him for advice on his experience. He had already thinned his hair while studying, and they all responded in a calm and calm tone - let nature take its course.
So, among those who are more successful, who hasn’t let nature take its course a few times in their lives?
Seeing that he was very polite, Taifu Jiang said slowly: "If Jifu Yin is free in the evening, he might as well go to Pingqing Hall with me to sit down."
Ji Xiu hurriedly saluted: "I will not break my promise."
Taifu Jiang nodded with a smile.
Although he has rich experience, it may not be applicable to the current situation. Sometimes you still have to listen to the ideas of young people and learn from each other's strengths to make up for your weaknesses, so that you can achieve success.
The two walked away one after the other.
Seeing Taifu Jiang's slightly old and shaky steps, the young censor Song Dian who was walking behind sighed almost imperceptibly.
Taifu Jiang is still alive, but the world seems to be falling into chaos again...
Turning his head to look at the person beside him, he saw the teacher also had a worried look on his face.
The meeting this morning really made people feel uneasy...
"The student plans to go back to the academy for a visit. Teacher, would you like to go with us?" Song Dian said.
It had only been a few years since he first entered the officialdom, but now that he was not prosperous, it was inevitable that there would be times when he felt confused and frustrated. Whenever he felt confused, he would go back to Yitong Academy for a walk. He might talk to his classmates, or he might be alone in the school.
If you look through the old books left by your ancestors in the library, or even if you just take a walk in the bamboo forest, you will always feel much more at peace.
"I won't go."
Ming Xiaozhi walked with his hands behind his back, a hint of sigh in his tone.
After leaving the inner palace gate and boarding the official sedan, once the curtains of the sedan were lowered, it soon felt stuffy.
Today's morning meeting was complicated and there were many disagreements, which inevitably dragged on for a long time. The scorching sun at noon hung overhead in the scorching heat.
"Get off the sedan."
After the official sedan passed through a long street, the Ming Yushi spoke out.
"My lord, we haven't arrived yet."
"It's okay, I want to come down and take a walk." The imperial censor of the Ming Dynasty bent out of the sedan chair and looked around. Not far ahead was the familiar high-walled Beijing Palace.
He had to walk this road back and forth every day in a sedan chair for almost twenty years, so even if he was just sitting in the sedan chair, he would know that he had arrived here.
Ming Xiaozhi walked slowly, and when he passed the familiar back wall, he couldn't help but stop.
He looked up at the leaves of the jujube branches stretching out from the courtyard wall. The leaves were thin and green, with tiny green and yellow flowers among them.
The attendant looked at his master looking at the jujube tree and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
These jujubes have to wait until autumn to mature. Are you already greedy?
Every year when the dates on this tree are ripe, the adults in his family will stand on tiptoe when passing by, waving their teeth to knock down a few and taste them.
I have to say that the dates at the eldest princess’s house are indeed crisp and sweet.
But whenever he followed the adults to do this, he always felt very guilty, especially sometimes when the adults had just impeached the eldest princess in the palace and then turned around to steal dates to eat...
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty stood here quietly for a long time, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the leaves of the jujube branches swaying.
This kind of movement obviously doesn't look like the wind.
The next moment, a jade-white hand was seen clinging to the branch, and a moment later, a head popped up.
The imperial censor of the Ming Dynasty was stunned - why did he climb the tree again?
The man had already sat on the wall along the tree trunk and patted the dust on his hands.
"Be careful!" Ming Yushi couldn't help but warned nervously.
Princess Jingrong heard this and went away. After a moment of shock, her eyes widened slightly: "Why is it you again?"
"I'm just passing by." Ming Yushi looked at her seriously, with a civil official's air, and frowned slightly: "Where is the maid in your palace? Why is no one following you?"
"I just woke up from my nap and sneaked out while they weren't paying attention."
The eldest princess's tone was a little careless, and she obviously didn't take the strictness in his tone into consideration. As she spoke, she took out a few green grapes from the lotus-pink cloth pocket around her waist, put them into her mouth, and ate them.
Said: "I don't want to run out of the house, I just sit here and enjoy the breeze."
As she swayed her feet happily, her pink shirt and green skirt swayed slightly in the summer wind.
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty was temporarily absent-minded.
When she was young, she did love to climb trees and walls, always sitting high up, but that was not the case for him. He was afraid of heights, so he couldn't join her.
"But you have something on your mind?" His tone unconsciously slowed down a lot.
When she was young, she would hide alone when she was worried.
"Of course." The eldest princess stuffed another grape and complained: "Xie Jiaojiao didn't let me eat ice cream today!"
The Ming Yushi was startled, just for this?
He felt a little funny, but when he saw her angry look, he said: "You can't eat anything that is too cold. The princess is doing it for your own good."
"But she ate a lot of it, and she ate it in front of me!"
"..." Ming Yushi was silent for a moment, this was indeed a bit too much.
"I'll ask Miss Xu to talk about her later..."
Listening to these childish words, a faint smile appeared on the face of the Ming Yushi. The jujube tree cast a shade of coolness on his head, making him feel much calmer and cooler in his heart.
He suddenly felt that if His Highness could stay like this, at least he would be worry-free.
But with the current situation in Daqing, how many days can it keep her safe?
A look of worry appeared in Ming Yushi's eyes, and he looked at the person sitting on the wall. He said something he had been pressing in his heart for a long time in a low voice——
"In the past, I have always deliberately singled out His Highness's faults for impeachment, which is really inappropriate. Whether Your Highness is raising a singer or a nanny, it is not my turn to comment..."
He suddenly figured out a lot now. What was famous or not was not what she cared about.
Maybe, she just needs to live happily.
He said in a shameful tone: "Even though I originally didn't want people with ulterior motives to get close to His Highness for fear that they would be detrimental to His Highness, my words were too intense and were really unseemly, and they did bring a lot of trouble to His Highness.
"
Besides, he does have selfish motives.
He knew very well that once such things were mixed with selfish motives, he would be inferior and the matter would be treated unfairly.
After Princess Jingrong paused for a moment while chewing, she turned to look at him and asked puzzledly: "What are you talking about?"
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty came back to his senses, shook his head, looked at the grapes in her hand, and asked casually: "Are these grapes sour?"
"It's so sweet."
The eldest princess took out two pills and threw them at him: "If you don't believe me, try them."
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but he could only catch one.
He bent down and picked up the grape that fell on the ground, wiped off the dust with his fingers, put it into his mouth, nodded and said, "Not bad."
Princess Jingrong laughed when she saw it, and the dignified Master Zuodu even picked grapes to eat.
"You should eat more fruits and vegetables." She pointed to the top of the other person's head: "The last time I saw you had a bald head, I heard my grandma say that eating more vegetables will make your hair grow faster. By the way, there are also
Sesame!"
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty raised his hand and touched the black gauze hat on his head - is it ugly?
How could he forget that she has always valued appearance since she was a child...
When he was about to go down to answer the call, he suddenly heard a shout coming from the wall.
"Xie Dingning!"
The sound came so suddenly that the eldest princess on the wall trembled in fright and said quickly: "I won't tell you anymore!"
With that said, he hugged the jujube tree.
"Watch your step..." Ming Yushi reminded nervously.
"I know!"
This voice soon disappeared behind the wall along with the touch of green shirt.
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty could still faintly hear the quarrels between mother and daughter, chattering and not giving in to the other.
He smiled helplessly, shook his head, and walked forward.
After leaving the princess's mansion and going further, there is a lively market.
The Censor of the Ming Dynasty held the crystal grape in his hand and his eyes fell on the door of a medical clinic on the street.
His hair has been falling out quite a bit, especially recently - when he was young, he just washed his hair, but now every time he washes his hair, looking at the falling strands in his hands, he even feels as if he is kneeling in a Buddhist temple.
Go through tonsure.
I guess just relying on dietary supplements may not be enough, so it’s time to seek medical help.
The imperial censor of the Ming Dynasty turned around and returned to the sedan chair. After changing into his regular clothes, he resolutely walked into the hospital.
There were four or five people in the hall waiting for the doctor to see him, and they were chatting during the interval.
But the content of the chat and the expressions on everyone's faces were not relaxing.
"I heard there's going to be another war..."
"General Xu hasn't come back from the expedition yet. Is he going to start fighting again?"
"This time it's with Dongwu."
"Dongwu is not easy to fight..." An old man shook his head and said, "General Xu personally led the troops before but did not get any benefits. It is said that that place is easy to defend but difficult to attack."
"Only my distant relatives from the south came to seek refuge. It is said that there are disaster victims everywhere... Is it really possible that there will be chaos again?"
"..."
The Ming Yushi sighed in his heart.
This is how his hair fell out.
…
Three days later.
The golden crow is setting in the west, and the sky is full of red clouds.
At this time, a group of about ten people and three cars entered the city gate and were being inspected by the city gate guards.
There was a horse-drawn carriage at the beginning, followed by a mule cart. The mule cart was covered with an oilcloth. When you opened it, you could see that it was some brand new lacquerware.
"You guys belong to Yuan's firm, and we go to the city once or twice a month." A middle-aged man in a navy blue gown handed over the firm's citation in a respectful and polite manner, "Your Majesty, please take a look."
The officer only glanced at them and then smiled: "They are all familiar faces."
He still knew about the relationship between Yuan's firm and the Zhenguo government.
With that said, he asked his men to let him go.
The middle-aged man thanked him and led the people into the city.
The driver of the carriage was a man in shorts, with a dark complexion, about forty years old.
From the moment he entered the city, he never looked around. When he arrived outside Yuan's shop, he stopped the carriage and followed the others to move the things on the mule cart.
"Old Liang, how many times have I told you, you don't have to do this." The middle-aged man in a long gown waved his hand to him and said, "Come in first and have a rest."
The man who was called Lao Liang lowered his eyes and walked in with his employer. It could be seen from the way he walked that there was something wrong with his right foot.
His employer was considerate of him and never asked him to do heavy work.
However, Lao Liang still felt that there was something fishy about his employer bringing him into the city.
