The most powerful minister in the world

Flowers are blooming in the south of the Yangtze River, but the flowers far away in the capital are in bud.

In the Taihua Palace, Emperor Qianyang Yun Gongzheng was lying on the couch with a cheerful look and patting his thighs. On the imperial table were three memorials from Jingxi.

There are memorials about the great victory in suppressing bandits on the west coast of Jiangnan, memorials about sending tens of thousands of mountain bandits to the frontiers, and memorials about preparations to improve the administration of officials.

Yun Ziying and Zuo Que in the audience were whispering to each other. Seeing His Majesty's refreshing and high-spirited appearance in the past few days, they felt a lot more relaxed.

Emperor Qianyang watched the two of them muttering quietly through the curling green smoke. He picked up the jade Ruyi on the table and knocked it. The two of them immediately stood up beating their hands.

"What are you talking about? Let me listen."

Yun Ziying said with a smile: "Lao Zheng of Zuo Ge and his ministers praised Jing Xi's achievements in suppressing the bandits. I heard that after he arrived there, he trained Xiziying who was good at fighting hard battles in less than two months. I believe that the soldiers of Jiangnan will be determined in the future." It is indeed a great blessing for the imperial court that it will prosper."

"Hmph~" Qian Yang was lying down with his forehead and Yu Ruyi tapping his legs, "If he didn't even have this ability, how could I let him go? But, this record does make me proud."

Hearing this, the two people in the audience looked at each other and smiled. How many days have passed, and the memorial is still on the table, but it is really possible to hold it. I don't know who was full of praise for it in the morning.

As if he noticed something strange between the two of them, Qian Yang coughed twice and asked, "What has Zilang been busy with recently? It's rare to see him entering the palace these days."

"Returning to my father, my brother is helping the Ministry of Revenue to promote trade between the four countries."

"Oh~ I remember, I also agreed with him. Hmm~ Over the years, he has worked really hard for me to appease the neighboring countries. When you have free time, go to the Ministry of Household Affairs more often."

"Yes."

Zuo Que gently twirled his beard and stared at the carpet with his eyes slanting in concentration. Qian Yang called him a few times before he came back to his senses.

"What are you trying to figure out again, old thing?"

"Oh ho ho~ Your Majesty, I am just thinking that General Jing has been to Jiangnan Road for more than a few months. I wonder if he has ever interacted with King Annan?"

At this time, Qian Yang no longer lay down, and sat up with the help of Tan Si, a pair of longan eyes showing a cold light: "Him? Huh, if he is so restless, it doesn't look like him."

Zuo Que flipped up his sleeves and said with a smile: "Oh ho ho, talking about the south of the Yangtze River, I suddenly remembered that when I was young, I went fishing in the West Lake after the rain. I first used earth dragons as bait, but no fish bit the hook for a while. If you replace it with fresh corn, the connecting rod will not stop."

"Then, the spring thunder shook, the light rain drifted sideways, and the fish was so big that it took two people to pull it ashore."

Hearing this, Qian Yang said calmly: "Give Jing Xi a secret decree. As long as it does not affect the daily handling of cases among the state governments, the offending officials can be executed first and then reported."

Zuo Que chuckled again and said: "There are too many fish, so naturally the fish basket must be bigger, otherwise it won't be able to hold them."

Qian Yang smiled and pointed at Zuo Que, turned to the chief eunuch Qin Si and whispered in a low voice: "Have you seen what an old fox is? He is the one who stands in the hall."

While Qin Si covered her mouth and snickered, Qian Yang added: "As for the vacant local official positions, Jing Xi will appoint someone to take over."

Zuo Que bowed his hands and said seriously: "Your Majesty is wise."

In front of the Taihua Palace, the jade class was clearly divided. Qianyang knocked on the imperial table, thought for a moment and pursed his lips and said: "The imperial court will send another envoy to assist Jingxi in arranging for future officials to fill the vacancies."

"Your Majesty, you are wise!"

Yun Ziying, who was listening carefully in the hall, naturally lowered his hands. As if he felt his father's eyes, he raised his head and said, "I think Wu Qingfeng, the former Minister of Dali Temple who has been idle at home, is the most appropriate."

"Him?" Qianyang snorted coldly, "I haven't gone into details about the last time he changed his mind. Why, he asked you to put in a good word for him? Let him stay in his house honestly."

Wu Qingfeng, the former Minister of Dali Temple and the Prince Consort of the current dynasty, was dismissed from his official post because of Li Junhao's replacement and has been idle at home.

Qian Yang's guess was generally good, but it was not Wu Qingfeng who came to Yun Ziying to intercede, but Princess Yongcheng who stopped Yun Ziying at the Prince's Mansion a few days ago.

Princess Yongcheng is the only princess in the Southern Kingdom. She has a fresh and refined appearance, a little playful, but she is not very popular with Qian Yang.

As for Wu Qingfeng, who was then the leader of the Jing Family Army, the reasons were complicated. It could be said to be an overt and covert struggle for power, or it could be said to be to contain the Jing Family Army. After all, Wu Qingfeng was considered Jing Lixiao's godson. , let’s not mention this for now.

In short, Princess Yongcheng fell in love with such a plain-looking general at the celebration banquet.

Now, when Yun Ziying saw his father's displeasure, he stopped mentioning it. On the other hand, Zuo Que, who was beside him, twirled his beard and looked at it for a moment, then smiled and said, "I think it's feasible."

"Is it possible?" Qian Yang asked calmly.

Zuo Que did not answer, but nodded slightly.

Qian Yang groaned, as if rolling his eyes and said: "Draw up the decree and appoint Wu Qingfeng as the censor of the Southern Patrol. We will set off in three days."

Jingxi, who was on the edge of the West Lake, had no idea about the capital's arrangements. He only rowed on the lake, picking up the freshest canopy.

I saw him looking slightly drunk, lying on the bow of the boat, with the wine spoon reaching halfway into the barrel, which contained the most expensive wine in the south of the Yangtze River.

Lian'er's slender hands clasped the curtain and handed it to his mouth one after another.

Feng Zhuoyi was lying on the other side of him, holding a small plate of thumb-sized green dumplings in his hand. Sometimes he would fill his mouth with one, and sometimes he would put his hand holding the green dumpling into the water.

Countless red carp and black carp kept swimming after the boat.

The ears are filled with the elegant sound of the piano, and the sound of the woman's crying oriole. Occasionally, two boats meet, and everyone on the boat will get up to greet each other and exchange the fine wines on the awning boat.

Or exchange the calligraphy treasures and poems written by Chengxing.

Look at all the romantic and beautiful husbands from the south of the Yangtze River, dressed in white and standing on the river with their hands behind their backs, singing heart-warming songs in the clear sky and white sun, amid the sparkling water.

Look again at the red pillars on the shore, and in the pavilion with green tile roof, there are handsome young men in rich brocade clothes, and beautiful ladies are fanning their heads.

As the saying goes, don't get drunk in front of flowers in life, and life with flowers is also dull. Youth is easy to live and never comes back again.

"Master, Master, stop drinking. Look over there. Someone seems to have jumped into the river!"

The curtain swayed and Jingxi spoke anxiously, but Jingxi yawned, chewed lotus seeds and waved his hands: "If someone wants to die, it would be the greatest blasphemy for you to stop him. Just let him go."

"Oh, sir, a girl jumped into the river, and a group of men were gathered around the bank to watch the show."

"Huh?" Jingxi suddenly raised his head and looked towards where Lian'er was pointing, "Hey, he's quite handsome."

Hearing this, Lian'er pouted her little mouth, grabbed Jingxi's arm and bit it. Jingxi screamed, and the boatman thought he was hit by the barb of the lotus pod, so he hurriedly looked for her from the front.

"Quick, quick, turn around and fish out the woman who fell into the water!"

The boatman was slapped in the ears by Jingxi's shouts, he paused, fiddled with the oars at the stern, and the large awning boat immediately turned around and headed quickly!