I'm still so majestic

This rain continued for more than half a month, and the sky in the capital was cloudy all day long.

All the officials in the court were very worried about this. On the fourth day of May, when they went to the court, all the officials turned their heads to look at the continuous drizzle outside, and sighed: "Your Majesty, although the rain is not heavy these days, it has been falling like this. There will be disaster."

Yan Ji silently praised their intuition in his heart, and raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face: "In this season, we should plan ahead. Do you have any opinions?"

All the ministers: "..."

The ministers had a tacit understanding and turned to look at Luo Ming, Minister of the Ministry of Industry.

Luo Ming stretched out his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and walked forward. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the emperor holding his chin with a smile: "Forget it, let the people next to Luo Qing talk about it first."

Next to him is Chen Zhixiao, Minister of Rites.

Chen Zhixiao was taken aback by Diwang's unconventional behavior. He subconsciously took a step forward, but he didn't know what to say. After all, he was not professional.

He lowered his head and looked at Luo Ming out of the corner of his eye. Luo Ming winked and opened his mouth silently.

Chen Zhixiao understood what he said, and his expression relaxed: "I think that it is very easy to suffer from floods when it is rainy, and the rivers along the Huai River in the south of the Yangtze River are often blocked. The imperial court should send people to dredge the sediment and build dams, so as to prevent floods. , can also drain water, which is beneficial to people’s livelihood.”

Yan Ji smiled: "That's right."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the Minister of the Ministry of Industry: "What do you think Luo Qing?"

Luo Ming bowed: "I have the same opinion as Chen Shangshu."

As soon as the words fell, the emperor who was still smiling on the Nine Dragon Seat suddenly narrowed his eyes: "That is to say, your Ministry of Industry specializes in civil engineering, and your opinion is the same as that of the Ministry of Rites who doesn't know much about it. What's the use?"

Luo Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground: "The minister is incompetent."

"Dredging deposits, building dams, such simple and useless things, other people don't understand, so it's okay to say that, you are the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, it's ridiculous to say such things!" If you don’t have the ability to sit in this position, if you don’t have the ability to do things with a salary, get down as soon as possible.

Luo Ming pressed his head extremely low: "Yes."

Yan Ji's face did not soften, but his lips were still pursed.

All the ministers looked at each other, and finally turned their attention to Yan Zhou. Yan Zhou took a step forward with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty, this matter was brought up suddenly, and Luo Shangshu had never thought about it. If he thought about it carefully, he should not let His Majesty disappointment."

"It's best to be like this." Yan Ji snorted coldly, his expression softened a little: "Since Uncle Wang said so, let's all get up."

Luo Ming stood up and retreated: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The rest of the courtiers looked at each other and felt that the emperor was really kind to the prince. After all, His Majesty has such a temperament, it is not easy to put out the fire with a single sentence when he is angry.

Yan Zhou lowered his head, hiding the smug smile on the corner of his lips.

Yan Ji's eyes swept over him calmly, and stopped on the court officials: "Since you have mentioned this matter today, you should do it beautifully. After you go back, you will think of any proper way."

The ministers bowed and agreed.

Yan Ji waved his hand and left the court. All the officials saw the displeasure on his brows that had not completely dissipated, and quietly watched him go. No one dared to make a sound.

Out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Yan Ji's tightly pursed lips curved into a beautiful arc: "How is my aura? From time to time, it is especially in line with my personality of a child with uncertain weather."

Shao He defended his shortcomings very much, and immediately retorted: "It is clearly wise and majestic."

Xie Wenzhuo smiled and handed the hand stove to Yanji to hold, without saying a word.

Yan Ji was in a good mood, and stretched out his hands to rub Shao He's hair. The little eunuch whose hair was being rubbed bent his watery eyes, and looked up to see Yan Ji's cloak strap was undone. He came around and tied the cloak straps before him.

Shao He was a little sad.

He found more and more that since Taifu Xie entered Xuanjing Palace, almost all the affairs in his hands were taken care of by others.

Yan Ji didn't pay attention to Shao He's little emotions, and smiled while hugging his hand.It was still drizzle that day, Xie Wenzhuo held an umbrella to cover him from the rain, the ink color of the landscape on the umbrella surface was reflected on the young man's face with the light, his appearance was beautiful, and the picture was indescribable.

Xie Wenzhuo's heart burned, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand to gently touch the mole at the corner of Yanji's eye. When he came back to his senses, he saw Yanji looking at him suspiciously, and smiled slightly: "The wind just dropped a little rain here. .”

Yan Ji didn't care too much, nodded and continued to walk towards the imperial study room. Shao He and Xie Wenzhuo followed him on both sides, and walked across the bluestone road. From a distance, he saw Su standing outside the study room. Granny.

"..." Yan Ji instantly turned to look at Shao He: "Go, bring Er Gouzi."

Recently, Shao He was always abused by the old grand master Su. Seeing Su Mou gave him a headache, and he reacted very quickly when he heard the words. He held up his umbrella and turned his head back to Xuanjing Palace.

Yan Ji pulled Xie Wenzhuo back and waited for Shao He to come back, feeling that he was really tired of being the emperor.

Xie Wenzhuo's brows and eyes were full of warmth, and he held an umbrella for Yanji. After about a cup of tea, Shao He ran over with two dogs. The latter saw Yanji and rubbed his ears , claw.

Then because of the rain on his paws, Yan Ji disliked him.

Ergouzi looked at Yanji with teary eyes.

Wronged.

Very aggrieved.

Especially wronged.

Yan Ji reached out to touch its ears, took it out, looked up, and found that there was another person standing beside the imperial study, Fu Zhihuai.

Fu Zhihuai and Mrs. Su stood there, chatting happily.

Yanji suddenly remembered that Fu Zhihuai used to be Su Mou's student.

It really succeeded in learning the essence.

Seeing Yan Ji, Su Mou and Fu Zhihuai saluted: "Your Majesty."

Yan Ji gave a hum, and then bowed his head and winked at Er Gouzi without paying any respects.

Ergouzi was eager to compete for favor, and after knowing it, he was very eager to show off, and walked behind Yanji.After watching Yan Ji enter the imperial study room, he squatted down by the door, and when Fu Zhihuai came over, he looked up and let him go. When he reached Su Mou, he narrowed his eyes and raised his head to roar.

Su Mo was taken aback, and looked at Shao He.

Shao He spoke with difficulty: "Grand Master, it... is a little stricter on people's appearance."

Su Mou: "..."

The old man was also a flower in the court of Kyoto when he was young, okay? !

Seeing the accusation in the old master's eyes, Shao He was speechless and lowered his head.

Su Mou stood at the door for a while, stepped forward several times and was yelled back by Ergouzi, and knew that he would not see the emperor today, so he could only sigh, turned and left.

Sitting in the study, Yan Ji sighed when he saw Su Mou's figure going away from the window.

Fu Zhihuai raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The Grand Master has been loyal to the court all his life, and he is not a jackal, why is His Majesty so afraid?"

Yan Ji expressed nothing on his face, and told the whole story of Mrs. Su's forced marriage these days.

After hearing what he said, Fu Zhihuai couldn't help laughing, he had enough, and said sternly: "The teacher is not such a rigid person, if His Majesty feels troubled, just let the minister talk about it, it makes sense, and the teacher will definitely not Go on..."

He laughed again.

Yan Ji looked at him: "Are you sure the Grand Master is an enlightened person?"

Fu Zhihuai nodded with a smile.

"That's good." Yan Ji sighed: "I'll leave this matter to you, I can't take it anymore."

Fu Zhihuai responded.

Seeing his affirmative appearance, Yan Ji felt a lot more at ease, and when she saw Fu Zhihuai's love poems whose defilement continued to rise every day, she also felt cute and refreshed.

So when Fu Zhihuai left this day, it was rare that there was no wind under his feet, and the smile on his brows and eyes was very warm.

Yan Ji turned to look at Xie Wenzhuo: "Could it be that the Prime Minister has developed further with his favorite person?"

Xie Wenzhuo paused for a moment with a smile, then fell silent for a while, the black man felt very at ease: "When things are extreme, they will turn back, and when the light turns back."

Yan Ji understood, looked down at the love poem in his hand, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the lines between the lines were forcibly suppressed by Fu Zhihuai... so what.

It's very pathetic.

……

Yanji found that since Fu Zhihuai said that he would go back to talk to Mrs. Su, Su Mou really stopped his frenzied forced marriage.

Yanji was delighted to hear this, and smiled when he went to court.All the ministers have been discussing the countermeasures for the waterlogging of the Jiangnan and Huaihe Rivers during the rainy days. Seeing that the emperor is in a good mood, he boldly submitted the memorial.

For five days in a row, Yanji did not make things difficult for them.

The ministers gradually let go, and a few days later, Luo Ming, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, submitted the paper, and the emperor saw it in the court hall.

"This is what you came up with after thinking for almost ten days? It doesn't make any sense!" Yan Ji raised his hand, and the book fell to Luo Ming's feet: "Look at what you wrote here. In the Jiangnan and Huaihe River areas, no matter the climate or Terrain, how can it stand up to your tossing?!"

All the ministers fell to the ground: "Your Majesty, calm down."

"Calm your anger?" Yan Ji snorted coldly: "A bunch of people are being raised by the court, they only talk nonsense and don't do practical things. This book is beautifully written, and it doesn't stand up to scrutiny at all. What is it!"

Baiguan lowered his head, not daring to vent his breath.Listening carefully to the movement above, after a long silence like this, I heard the emperor's calm voice: "Forget it, you people have stayed in the capital for a long time, how can you know what other places are like."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head: "It's better to send someone to the Jiangnan Huai River area to help prevent flooding after inspection."

The eyes of the ministers lit up.

Everyone knows it's a good job.

Yan Ji tapped the handrail a few times with his fingers, and after a while, he spoke again: "Go back, each of you will write me a copy of the countermeasures for flood control in the Jiangnan and Huai River areas, and the inspector will select the person who has the most feasible countermeasures."

Baiguan bowed: "Yes."

Yan Ji leaned on the back of the chair, looking as if he was too impatient to talk to them: "How do you think about it yourself, now, can you play?"

There was silence for a while.

In the silence, Minister of the Ministry of War took a step forward, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, the minister has played... the Chifang monarch passed away last night, and the third prince, Yun Muzhi, was appointed as the monarch in his will."

Chifang Kingdom, Yunmuzhi.

Yan Ji paused with his fingers, and a strong uneasiness and disobedience suddenly arose in his heart.

Not right... not right, what is wrong?

correct!

Yan Ji's pupils suddenly shrank.

He suddenly remembered that Yun Muzhi had ascended the throne on November [-]th of the first year of Daqi.

And now, on May eleventh.

It was half a year too early!

For a while, I was in a state of disarray.

Yan Ji clasped the handrail firmly, lost the mood to deal with the courtiers, waved his hand to say goodbye and walked out.

The wind outside the hall was mixed with rainwater, and it was icy cold on the face, Yanji was calmed down by the wind, suppressed the disturbed thoughts, quickly went through many things in his mind, and his eyes were clear.

Everything about Yun Muzhi was the same in previous lives, but now it has changed.

Yan Ji narrowed his eyes.

Is it...

This is the key to his end of rebirth?