I'm still so majestic

Going back in the evening, eating and bathing as usual, being watched by two pairs of eyes and drinking medicine, it is again Taifu Xie's shameless teaching.

Xie Wenzhuo came here after taking a bath, covered in water vapor, and slowly spoke out the content of the scroll in a low voice, Yan Ji listened, raised his eyes a little and saw his beautiful face and collarbone, and suddenly felt a little distracted .

After about a cup of tea, Xie Wenzhuo closed the scroll in his hand and raised his head: "How is Your Majesty feeling today?"

"...not bad."

"That's good." Xie Wenzhuo said: "Your Majesty has already tied his hair, so don't feel embarrassed about this matter. The ancestors said that food and sex are also good. If it is appropriate, it will also benefit the body."

Yan Ji looked at Xie Wenzhuo's calm and introverted appearance, and really couldn't bear to discuss such a shameful topic with him, so he hummed in a low voice.

The corners of Xie Wenzhuo's lips curled up: "Your Majesty, rest earlier."

Yan Ji nodded.

Xie Wenzhuo stood up with the scroll in his arms, leaned over to tuck in the quilt for Yan Ji, and took a warm hand stove from the side to hug him, then turned around and turned off the lights to go to the side hall.

Yan Ji heard the sound of the wooden door being gently closed in the dark, reached out to touch the stove in his arms, and felt that such a life was actually not bad for a moment.

He smiled silently, hugged the stove tightly, and closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly.

All the officials in the court have been appointed, the disturbance of the Rong people will stop, the rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River will send people back, and the banquet of the nine kingdoms is already being prepared, so there are only a few complicated and trivial matters left in the court.

Yan Ji's life was very smooth, drinking tea and chatting with Xie Wenzhuo in Xuanjing Hall, occasionally being stimulated by Fu Zhihuai's love poems and daily routine of breaking shame every night, he went to the court hall to be a bear, and looked at Yan Zhou The distorted expression that he tried his best to suppress felt comfortable all over.

Slowly, the court officials got a general idea of ​​the new emperor's mind.

Although the emperor's words are a bit disgusting on weekdays, especially when facing Yan Zhou, he will always follow Yan Zhou's wishes after tossing. In fact, he is spoiled and playing with a child's temper. mind.

Speaking of which, Prince Lin is the one who is really in charge of the court.

These words reached the ears of Mrs. Su and Fu Zhihuai, one of them was calm and the other raised his eyebrows and smiled without saying anything.Yan Zhou was a little proud, after a few trials, he found that it was true as others said, and his suspicion of Yan Ji gradually faded.

Yan Ji was delighted to hear this, and smiled and played the foolish Baitian in the court. On the surface, everything was promised to Yan Zhou, but behind the scenes, he was playing tricks with the prime minister.

The days were fairly peaceful, and the officials felt relaxed, so they began to wait for the Nine Kingdoms Banquet in the near future, after all, it was a rare time to relax.

Among them, Yan Zhou is the one who is most looking forward to it. He has been very proud of himself recently, he is in control of the situation he has set up, and he has heard a lot of flattery in his ears, so he is in a good mood.

It's just that Yan Zhou didn't expect that something would happen to Jiangnan before the Nine Kingdoms Banquet started.

On February 27th, in the Shang Dynasty, the Minister of the Ministry of War bowed and handed over the memorial. Daojiangnan suddenly rioted for the fourth time. Zhou Jing, Zhuo Wenshu and Chen Han led the troops to quell the disturbance. Although he fought back against the rebels, he was seriously injured and died that night.

The emperor praised his bravery, promoted him to an official position, and bestowed pearls, jade, gold and silver on his family as a show of relief. All the officials in the court pretended to mourn for a long time, and then began to argue about who should be sent.

Yan Zhou lowered his head, his face was full of sadness, but his eyes were full of darkness.

No one knew better than him what was behind the Jiangnan rebellion. He didn't believe that the three were killed by the rebels.

So who is standing behind this incident?

And what role does the emperor... play in it?

Yan Zhou couldn't help but looked up at Yan Ji, but looked at the latter with clear eyes: "Does Uncle Wang still have a suitable candidate in mind?"

The ministers were a little surprised.

All three of them died in the suppression of the rebellion before Prince Lin. Although their reputations sounded brave, they were incompetent in the final analysis. Thinking about what Yan Zhou said before, it was safe, and it was the rhythm of face-slapping.

But now the emperor still wants to ask Yan Zhou what he means, and he really treats him very kindly.

Yan Zhou looked at Yan Ji.

Yan Ji smiled very kindly.

Yan Zhou thought about Yan Ji's appearance these days, and his doubts subsided, but he still felt a headache when it came to the selection of candidates.

If there is, it has been slapped in the face before, and this matter is strange, and the re-recommendation must be the rhythm of being slapped in the face again.

If he said no, it would make people feel that he had the intention of retreating.

Really embarrassing.

Seeing his embarrassing appearance, Yan Ji felt happy, and asked again: "Does Uncle Wang still have a suitable candidate in mind?"

Yan Zhou was silent for a moment, weighing the consequences of having and not bringing, and said: "Not at all."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head.

Yan Ji didn't make it difficult for him, and looked at the ministers who were watching the play beside him: "Then, do you have any recommendations?"

Baiguan raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, for fear that he would be slapped in the face.

After being silent for a long time, Fu Zhihuai took a step forward: "Your Majesty, I have a recommendation from one of my ministers. This person is named Jiang Baili, who works in the Ministry of Punishment. He is the grandson of the Jiang family, a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River."

After the words fell, Wei Rong, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment standing behind him, bowed down: "The minister seconded the proposal."

Yan Ji tapped the handrail lightly: "What do you think?"

People from Mr. Su's group naturally didn't feel that something was wrong, and all the officials behind Yan Zhou were eager to send this hot potato out, and they all bowed their heads and agreed.

"Then the prime minister will be in charge of this matter, and the six departments will continue to arrange it. This time, there will be no more mistakes." Yan Ji emphasized the last two words, watching the two ministers, Gong and Li, secretly wipe their sweat, and then laughed: "Don't do those nonsense this time, get ready and go to the south of the Yangtze River quickly, so you don't have to go to the court to say empty words."

Fu Zhihuai and the six ministers bowed their heads and agreed.

Yanji stayed for a while, seeing that the officials had nothing else to play, so he waved his hand and retreated.

Yan Zhou turned and walked out, followed by the courtiers behind him, not daring to say anything.When passing by the gate of the palace, I happened to see Fu Zhihuai standing over there smiling, and his eyes darkened a little.

Fu Zhihuai also saw him, but he didn't come forward to say hello, the corners of his eyes raised a little more, and for a while he was somewhat similar to Yan Ji.

Yan Zhou looked at it and suddenly felt even worse.

……

Jiang Baili is the doorman that Fu Zhihuai mentioned earlier.

He was previously sent to Jiangnan by Fu Zhihuai, secretly grasped the movements of Chifang Kingdom, added some control, and pretended to be a turmoil, leaving the lives of the three recommended by Yan Zhou in Jiangnan.

After returning to Beijing, Fu Zhihuai put him in the criminal department, waiting for today.

Yanji admired Jiang Baili's methods very much, and he was even more satisfied when he heard that Fu Zhihuai said that Wei Rong intended to train him to be the next minister.

If Wei Rong blindly gave Wei Cheng the seat of Shangshu, he really didn't know what to say.

but……

Yan Ji looked up at Fu Zhihuai: "I originally thought that you would directly ask Wei Rong to recommend Jiang Baili, after all Wei Rong thought that Wei Cheng's going astray was induced by Yan Zhou, and he had always had a grudge with Yan Zhou, so his recommendation would not arouse suspicion. "

After a pause, Yan Ji continued: "Now that you recommend it yourself, Yan Zhou will definitely investigate the relationship between you and Jiang Baili. He already suspects who is behind the deaths of the three people. If you find out, you will be at the forefront... ..."

My foolishness and sweetness for so long are just pretending to be in vain.

Fu Zhihuai smiled nonchalantly: "Yan Zhou wanted to control the six departments a long time ago, but most of the six departments are ordered to be prime ministers, so standing in this position has already become a thorn in his side. It's just a matter of time, it's better to scare him first."

As he said that, Fu Zhihuai's eyes turned a bit sly: "What's more...even if he went to investigate Jiang Baili, he would only find a small person who was valued by the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and he had no connection with my Xiangfu... At most referral relationship."

like a fox.

Yan Ji thought so, but his eyes couldn't help but be stained with a smile. He has always admired Fu Zhihuai for this. He looks lazy and doing nothing all day, but he can arrange everything in a very short time without making a fuss. It's all calculated.

Great Qi Prime Minister Fu Zhihuai has more than just a romantic temperament and a face.

Being able to meet Yan Zhou, Yan Ji was in a very happy mood. He reached out to pick up the teacup beside him, and found that it had been filled up, and there were peach blossom petals floating on the tender green hair tip, which was very beautiful.

Yan Ji raised his head and saw Xie Wenzhuo's calm eyebrows: "Peach Blossom Tea, Your Majesty, try it."

Yan Ji loves wine, and loves peach blossom wine the most, but Shao He was startled after being in a coma for half a month. Since then, he has been kept under control, not allowed to drink a drop of wine. Now that he can see peach blossom tea, he feels somewhat comforted.

He lowered his head, took a sip, and laughed: "It tastes good, I like it very much."

Xie Wenzhuo looked at him, the corners of his mouth curved gently and restrained.

Fu Zhihuai watched them stare at each other from the sidelines, no matter how you looked at it, it was not pleasing to the eye.Before he could open his mouth to show his presence, Xie Wenzhuo said, "The Nine Kingdoms Banquet is approaching, and Prime Minister Fu is in charge of six departments. I think the business is very busy, so it's better to deal with it earlier."

This is driving people away.

Fu Zhihuai was very disdainful, and just about to say that he was not busy, Yan Ji first echoed: "Yes, Prime Minister, let's go back earlier, business is more important."

Fu Zhihuai: "..."

When Fu Zhihuai walked this day, his footsteps were carried by the wind.

Fu Zhihuai, whom Yan Ji knew well, had always looked lazy, but he was a little surprised. He turned to look at Xie Wenzhuo: "What's wrong with the prime minister?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled slightly: "The prime minister is already at the age of the crown, but there is still no one who sleeps with him in the mansion..."

Yan Ji understood in seconds, and instantly understood why Fu Zhihuai could write such love poems.

Then I saw Xie Wenzhuo suddenly looking at him seriously: "So, from now on, your majesty can also talk about his experience when the minister is teaching the art of the house. Don't be too cautious, otherwise it will be very easy to be as uncertain as the prime minister, and it will affect your body. It's no good either."

Yanji: "..."

Yan Ji lowered his head and picked up the memorial.

He politely declined the subject.