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The news that Jin Youzi was begging to become an official immediately detonated the official circles in the capital.
¡°It¡¯s not just two vacancies, it¡¯s many.
When Hu Xi was staring at one of the positions, Yan Dajian was staring at the position of his Minister of Rites, and the right minister was staring at Yan Dajian's position, and the officials below were staring at the position of the right minister
This is a chain reaction similar to dominoes.
When the front moves, everything following will follow.
So why is parachute taboo in officialdom?
Originally, everyone was waiting to sit in a row and divide the fruits so that everyone could take a step forward, but the opportunity was lost because of the airborne landing.
How many people will this offend?
And Fang Xing is preparing to cut off Yan Dajian¡¯s dream.
"Uncle, there is nothing wrong with Yan Dajian!"
Huang Zhong felt that Yan Dajian had no grudges against the Fang family, and he was conscientious in his work, so why did he do it?
"I can't stand it."
"Can't you stand it?"
Huang Zhong thought Fang Xing was joking.
If nothing unexpected happens, that will be the future Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty.
If you ca n¡¯t get used to playing like a child, you have to get him if you ca n¡¯t see it?
Huang Zhong said dumbfounded: "Uncle, you should think about this matter again and again."
"That's all."
Fang Xing couldn¡¯t explain why he disliked Yan Dajian.
An Lun?
An Lun has always been wary of Yan Dajian. Dongchang has been staring at Yan Dajian and his son for a long time.
Why does An Lun stare stubbornly at Yan Dajian and his son?
Fang Xing felt that there might be something unknown in this.
And Fang Xing doesn¡¯t need to worry about these.
"In another year, Tudou will be able to learn martial arts, but before that, I hope everyone can remember him as his father."
After all, Fang Xing still refused to let his child work alone, but Yan Dajian became the cannon fodder for the Fang family to establish their authority.
"Who is the other person most likely to be?"
Huang Zhong is thinking about this official transfer, as well as the candidate for the Minister of Household Affairs and so on.
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The seventh year of Xuande was an ominous year.
Since the beginning of the year, the veterans of the imperial dynasty have fallen one after another.
The first person to go was Xia Yuanji.
Zhu Zhanji was really sad and stopped going to court for three days.
Fang woke up and went to Xia's house.
In the vast whiteness, he stood in front of the soul, thinking about his interactions with Xia Yuanji over the years.
Xia Xuan came over after saluting, and Fang Xing asked, "Is there anything wrong at home?"
Xia Xuan said, "Thank you, Uncle Xinghe. Everything is in order at home."
This group of old ministers are all ministers of the country, and they will never be seen again.
The ministers who followed later became even more miserable.
Fang Xing doesn¡¯t know why troubled times can breed countless heroes, but prosperous times can only breed worms.
He said to Xia Xuan: "The merits of respecting my father are unparalleled. You do it so well that everyone is watching."
Xia Xuan is different from Xia Yuanji. He prefers martial arts, but most of them are just talks on paper.
Zhu Zhanji has made a decree to make Xia Xuan the Shangbao Sicheng. This is to mourn and honor him after his death, and to protect his descendants.
After leaving Xia Mansion, Xu Jingchang happened to come to pay homage.
"Dehua, wait for me, brother, let's drink together later."
Xu Jingchang went in and went through the procedure without any sadness at all. When he came out, everyone in Xia Mansion had a dull face and showed no respect.
After a generation of glory, most of the younger generations will gradually become mediocre and disappear from the public.
Xu Jingchang and Fang woke up and arrived at Shenxianju.
Xu Jingchang has also become a bit old, and drinking is not as refreshing as before. He just drinks slowly and in small sips.
"Dehua, I envy you when I see you young!"
Xu Jingchang also talked a lot more.
"The street in Dingguo's mansion is called Dingfu Street. What could it be? There are currently three vacancies. Brother, I was just making suggestions, but His Majesty sent someone to scold me. Really, no one can guard against me, right?"
Xu Jingchang looked at Fang Xing eagerly, wanting to get some comfort or help.
"Why do you want to interfere in this matter?"
Fang Xing looked at him calmly, feeling that this guy was acting more and more unmeasured.
"that is notIt's your job to get involved, let alone you. My uncle has been closed to all guests for the past few days in order not to get involved in this muddy water, but you couldn't wait to jump in. You're seeking death. ! "
Fang Xing felt that Xu Jingchang shouldn¡¯t be so unwise, so he spoke in a harsh tone.
Xu Jingchang took a sip of wine and said with a blank look in his eyes: "Brother thinks he won't live for a few more years."
Fang Xing stared at him, looked him over and said, "If you drink less and play with women less, I guarantee 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 sigh of contentment.
He raised his glass and looked carefully at the green lines winding on the glass, just like his way of survival for many years.
I just live on my knees.
He moved his eyes away from the wine glass and looked at Fang Xing.
His serious look seemed to have broken some avenue.
"But if you don't drink and don't play with women, what's the point of being alive as a man?"
Fang Xing was shocked, but found that he was unable to refute Xu Jingchang's point of view.
Everyone¡¯s goal in life is different, most of them are to ¡®live¡¯. He was busy in order to live and for his children and grandchildren, and it was not until he was dying that he began to summarize his life.
If there is no theory of cultivating the afterlife, will there be a negative attitude towards life?
After dinner, he stayed at Shenxianju to talk to Mochou and his son.
Huanhuan has grown up, and Fang Xing is ready to take a look at the situation and throw him into the academy.
Mo Chou is a little worried about the child's ability to take care of himself.
"You don't go to the main house, but the children can go there to rest and eat, and come back after school in the afternoon."
This way, Mo Chou can take into account Mo Chou¡¯s desire not to disturb Zhang Shuhui and Xiao Bai, and it can also make it easier for Fang Xing to teach his children.
Mochou smiled: "Well, that's good too."
She always felt that she was redundant and had robbed Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai of their things, so she didn't want to go to the main house, which would make her feel that she was trying to get ahead of herself.
Fang Xing stood up and prepared to go back.
¡°Go back often.¡±
He finally warned.
Mochou nodded in agreement, but didn¡¯t know if he would put it into practice.
When he arrived at the door, Mochou asked in a low voice: "Master, they said that the whole capital is making a fuss over those official positions, and there will be blood if it doesn't work. You"
"I didn't interfere!"
Fang Xing told lies with his eyes open, but he was very confident.
After leaving the Immortal Residence, Fang Xing asked, "Did Yan Dajian still not run away?"
In recent days, all the hopefuls have been running away. Even Hu Hui, who has always seemed a bit dissociated from officialdom, went to Fang's house, which shows how fierce the competition is.
And the official position of Minister of Rites is obviously worthy of seeking connections.
Zhu Zhanji will observe the officials, but he will also ask the officials about the matter.
This is the largest official transfer during the Xuande period. If you miss this opportunity, the stable government in the future will make everything become a procedure, which is boring and difficult to find loopholes.
The veterans will gradually withdraw from the stage, who will take the stage?
"Master, Yan Dajian went to find Yang Rong earlier."
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"Eunuch, Yan Dajian just went to see Yang Rong."
An Lun lowered his head slightly, as if taking a nap.
There are bursts of sandalwood in the room, but the smell is a bit stronger and a bit boring.
An Lun sat on the chair, slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and asked: "How long?"
The visitor reported: "One stick of incense is more."
An Lun reached out and picked up a stick of sandalwood on the table and said, "Stare at him."
After the visitor left, An Lun sneered and said, "Do you also want to be a minister? You're such a heartless piece of shit, are you worthy of being a human being?"
The slender sandalwood was broken, then bounced up and fell on the table. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com