Not long after Zhang Fujing and others moved into Wudinghou Villa, Zhao Jian was called to his home by Yang Tinghe, and he took him to chat.
It was like an old man's wordy talk, without much focus, and his attitude was also inconsistent.
Very gentle.
The always serious chief minister occasionally showed a few smiles, but the more he did, the more frightened Zhao Jian felt.
By the time later, he was sweating profusely and his official uniform was soaked with sweat.
Even though he was a senior official in the ministry, he actually had no dignity at all in front of this powerful chief minister.
Yang Tinghe had a tough style, acted arbitrarily in the cabinet, and held many people's thumbs in his hands.
For example, Zhao Jian ranked fifth among the six ministers.
If Yang Tinghe was determined to deal with him, he would be able to oust him from his position in less than half a month.
He also knows that the harsher Yang Tinghe's tone is and the seriousness of your problem, the easier it will be to handle it.
If you admit your mistake or kneel on the ground to beg for mercy, he will probably scold you, but in the end he will still Tell you how to do it, and smooth it out for you.
On the contrary, the calmer the tone and the more cordial manner of talking about things, that's when it really costs people's lives.
Admitting his mistakes repeatedly and wiping the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, Zhao Jian lowered his head to the limit.
He had led troops at the border, and even in the battlefield of life and death, he had never been so nervous.
In front of this old man, he seemed to have become the enlightened student again.
Facing the stern commander, he did not know how to deal with himself. at.
Yang Tinghe chatted with him for a while before he was finally willing to tell him the reason for coming to him.
"The most important thing for us as officials is the rules.
This time we are admonishing the emperor, and what we want to uphold is the same rules.
Only when everyone abides by these rules can the world become better.
Those officials, although they are just some cheap people, However, they are the patron saints of the entire capital, protecting the safety of millions of people in the capital.
All.
There are many people in the capital now, and there are many right and wrongs.
Even if they patrol the streets, they have to break their legs, and you have to ask them to do some boring things.
Isn't this a waste of the court's time and energy?
Do you want to know that?
You can ask me about the whereabouts of these two people, and I will tell you their whereabouts.
Then, what are you going to do?"
Zhao Jianqian laughed a few times but did not answer.
He did not have the courage to say that the minister should be killed in front of the chief minister.
He had no choice but to whisper: "Yuan Weng, those two are traitors."
"We are not the ones who judge loyal ministers and traitors to the Party.
What else don't you understand?
You are not the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
How can you do the work of an official?
Besides, you are in charge of the prison.
The most important thing is , that is, when you do things by yourself, you must abide by the Ming Law.
Tens of thousands of eyes are watching you.
If you act arbitrarily and take the lead in breaking the law, what will the people below think of you?
How can you guarantee that the people below will all abide by the law?
After you go back, think about it.
What went wrong this time and what should we do in the future?”
Yang Tinghe scolded a little louder, but Zhao Jian had a smile on his face.
As long as the chief assistant was willing to scold him, he still regarded himself as one of his own, and the matter would not get out of hand.
Yang Shen took a few glances and then returned to his bedroom.
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Huang E had already cooked a few hometown dishes for him and prepared a pot of wine.
After the couple had a few drinks, Huang E said, "Ms. sir, I'm ready."
We’re back home.
The old lady can’t be alone for a long time, and our children are still in our hometown and need someone to take care of them.”
"Xiumei, you just came here not long ago, and you have to go back."
Yang Shen grabbed Huang E's hand, and the latter blushed slightly and nodded, "I also want to spend more time with my husband, but now something big happened in the court.
You and the master will be busy next time.
I can't hold you back.
I will come to see you after the government stabilizes."
She smiled at her husband and said, "I will leave tomorrow.
Can my husband report to the Hanlin Academy tomorrow?
Give me a day off and send me on board.”
Yang Shen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, came to his desk, took a look twice, then shook his head and smiled: "Xiumei, you have learned how to use tricks with me.
You probably saw the pair of finger tigers."
"You are my husband-in-law.
What are you thinking about?
How could you hide it from me?
But I am a little strange.
The person I married was obviously the most talented man in the Ming Dynasty.
When did he become the best boxer in the Ming Dynasty?
I am thinking about it.
I don’t want to tell the master to check it out.”
"Naughty."
Yang Shen smiled at his wife.
He was a wild-tempered man.
At this time, there was no one around, so he picked up his wife.
Huang E was so frightened that she screamed and quickly suppressed her voice.
Yang Shen said proudly: "As you can see, your husband is not a weak scholar who only knows how to read and has no strength to tie a chicken.
Among the six arts of a gentleman, there is martial arts.
I killed Japanese pirates in the southeast, although I don't have my own If you go into battle and kill people with a sword, you have learned how to fight with a soldier, and tomorrow we will have hundreds of people beating two people, so there will be no problem."
Huang E shook her head, "Ms. sir, if there are only a dozen people fighting two people, I may feel relieved.
You are all scholars, not gangsters on the street.
Even if you can't win, nothing will happen.
But with hundreds of people, you How can we ensure that no one leaks the news here?
If they bring a large number of guards tomorrow, it means that these two people are guilty, and there is nothing to worry about.
If they really come to Zuoshunmen on their own, it proves that they are pulling a trick.
You must not take action. , to avoid being plotted by them.”
"My wife is a smart star.
When it comes to strategy, she is probably better than Brother Fanghe."
Yang Shen teased his wife and comforted her, "It doesn't matter.
Even if they know, what can those two do?"
It is best for me to be scared and leave.
If we have to go to the palace to face the saint, I won't let them go.
Zuo Shunmen, it doesn't matter if I kill them.
Even if I have a plan, what can I do to us?
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It’s not easy to gather so many people this time Hanlin, if you just watch and don't take action, you will lose face and don't do anything in the future.
If I can succeed, I can leave a name in history and be famous forever.
All the Hanlin will support me, enough to rival Hanlin.
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As for the price, the most is a few days in prison, so what does it matter?
If I can't come back to see you off tomorrow, it means they locked me in prison, so you can go home first and wait for me to be released.
After that, I’ll find you at home.”
Husbands are wives, and once the husband insists, the wife can no longer dissuade her.
The attentive Huang E just took out the pair of finger tigers under the pillow and handed them to Yang Shen.
The lights in Yang Shen's bedroom were extinguished early.
Yang Shen, who was about to embark on the battlefield tomorrow, naturally had endless tenderness with his wife tonight.
The lights in Yang Tinghe's study were still on.
The old man wrote six or seven autographed letters in a row.
The letter is still written with great vigor.
In recent years, most of his private messages have been ghostwritten by Tan Fanghe.
When he writes them all by himself, it is already very limited.
Staying up late to write private messages is even rarer.
After the letter was completed, Tan Fanghe said: "Teacher, please take a rest, and the disciple will do the rest of the letter for you."
"Then what's going on?
These are old friends.
They recognize your handwriting.
It's embarrassing to say that as a parent, you have to be a slave to your children.
Sheng'an is my son.
As a father, I always have to find ways to do it.
Take more care of him.
I don’t know where he will end up this time, so to speak.
I would like to take care of the friend who spoke above.
Being a parent is such a hard job.
There is no way to be a child without debt, and a husband and wife cannot be together without hatred.
By the way, Fanghe, don’t tell him these things, Sheng’an.
If you want to be strong, you won't accept my care, so let him think that he can go on by his own strength."
Tan Fanghe nodded and went to the kitchen to prepare ginseng tea.
Yang Tinghe stood up and looked in the direction of his son's bedroom.
He had mixed feelings in his heart.
No matter what, the feeling of pushing his son to the altar with his own hands would not be pleasant.
Now he only hopes that tomorrow Don't fall too hard, otherwise you won't be able to get up again in the future.
The letter was written again and again, and the ink was studied again and again.
The tired old man finally fell asleep in his chair, and his trusted disciples completed the last few letters.
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