Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 171 The woman under the mountain is a tiger
Yonghui has passed, and Xianqing has arrived.

Across the new year, Xiao Miaomiao has grown up by one year.

She wrapped herself tightly in the newly purchased bedding and wrapped herself into a ball.

When the new year came, she was a little annoyed, she didn't seem to grow taller, and she still couldn't reach the higher books in the Secretary's Provincial Library.

Tomorrow is Shangyuan, and the master promised her to watch the lanterns.

At this moment, her little head was full of great doubts. In the past few nights, she could always vaguely hear elder sister Wang Yanning begging for mercy. She was very puzzled, why did the master always bully Wang Yanning elder sister.

The wind howled outside the window, and Xiao Miaomiao gradually fell asleep, dreaming of the bustling crowd, of the herds of cattle and sheep, of her former friends in the slums, and of finally growing up to help her master.

The three provinces and six ministries were born on the basis of the Sangong and Jiuqing in the Sui Dynasty, and were perfected in the Tang Dynasty.

The three provinces, the three provinces of Shangshu under Zhongshumen, Zhongshusheng is responsible for drafting decisions, Menxia province is responsible for review, and Shangshusheng is responsible for implementation, that is to say, Shangshusheng is the actual power execution department.

The six departments belong to the six departments of Shangshu Province, which are officials, households, soldiers, criminals and criminal workers.

The Ministry of Officials is in charge of evaluation, promotion and transfer of officials, the Ministry of Households is in charge of finance, the Ministry of Rites is in charge of etiquette and imperial examinations, the Ministry of War is in charge of military orders, the Ministry of Punishment is in charge of judicial prisons, and the Ministry of War is in charge of engineering construction.

Therefore, the high position and power of the six ministers can be seen, and we can also get a glimpse of the great power of Changsun Wuji.

This is also the reason why the forces behind Xu Jingzong wanted to send Xu Jingzong to the sixth department of the Ministry of Shangshu.

Now that Changsun Wuji has fallen, Zhao Wujiang must hold the six parts in his hands to prevent them from falling into the hands of thieves.

Yesterday he directly edited his life trajectory, and the powerful system implanted the memory into the minds of the five ministers. After the editing was successful, the system gave him rewards, luck points and cultivation base empowerment as usual.

Now his luck value is about to reach [-], and it is increasing all the time.

The effectiveness of the cultivation base empowerment has decreased a lot, mainly because the cultivation base has reached the extraordinary, and the improvement brought about by each empowerment is not so obvious, but it has reached the upper-middle level of the extraordinary realm.

At this moment, he is in the time of the sage, and he is constantly thinking about it in his mind.

A slender hand gently touched his cheek, and at the same time, her delicate body pressed against him again. It was the "awakened" Wang Yanning.

"It's late, let's go to bed early." Zhao Wujiang had his strengths and was captured by Wang Yanning's other hand.

Wang Yanning charmed Tian Cheng, her pretty face was full of coquettish anger: "But it doesn't seem to think so."

"Let me tell you a story." Zhao Wujiang said suddenly.

When Wang Yanning heard that Zhao Wujiang was going to tell a story, Wang Yanning blushed, remembering Zhao Wujiang's story about returning to Zhao with perfect jade.

"Speak, I'll listen." She said softly, keeping her hands on her hands.

"The name of the story is "The Woman at the Foot of the Mountain is a Tiger"" Zhao Wujiang's sword was out of its sheath and was held in Wang Yanning's hand. He spoke slowly and narrated.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk and a young monk in the temple.

The young monk fetched water for the old monk every day, but one day, the water source on the mountain dried up, and the young monk wanted to go down the mountain to fetch water for the old monk.

But the old monk told him that the mountain was dangerous, and the woman going down the mountain was a tiger who would eat him. "

"And then?" Wang Yanning listened carefully, and buried her head in Zhao Wujiang's arms.

"Then the young monk was puzzled and asked the old monk: 'Master, why is the woman at the foot of the mountain a tiger?'

The old monk explained to him, the young monk understood, and he asked again: "Master, what is that woman on the mountain?" '

Guess what the old monk said? "

Wang Yanning was puzzled, the woman at the bottom of the mountain was a tiger, so what could it be at the top of the mountain?

At noon on the second day.

The mansion of Shangshu of the Ministry of War was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the banquet was full of third-rank officials of the Tang Dynasty Bureau.

Five ministers and one secretary supervisor.

Zhao Wujiang edited his life trajectory yesterday, and the memory took root in the hearts of the five ministers. Today they are resting, and taking advantage of this time, the minister of the Ministry of War wanted to entertain Zhao Wujiang, but he didn't know that the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, the Ministry of Public Affairs, the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of Industry also had the same idea.

So it was finally decided to gather at the mansion of the Minister of War.

During the banquet, the cups were exchanged, and the few people did not talk about business, but talked about poems and songs, which was very enjoyable.

Xiao Miaomiao also attended the luncheon, played with several descendants of Shangshu, ran wildly in the mansion, and several servants followed behind them, constantly shouting for the third young master, the young ancestor, and the eldest lady.

After drinking for three rounds, the Bingbu Shangshu, who is over half a hundred years old, has a ruddy complexion. He poured a glass of wine for himself and Zhao Wujiang. He raised his glass and said in a deep voice:

"Master Zhao, I am sorry for you!"

He drank the wine in the glass, poured another glass for himself, took a deep breath and continued: "I have no choice but to turn a blind eye to the Eastern Expedition."

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, don't take offense." The Minister of the Household Department also saluted Zhao Wujiang with a cup, and sighed:
"When you become an official in the court, how can you not bow your head? The power of the eldest grandson, even the emperor has to pay three points of respect. It is difficult for me to wait."

Although they were in the same faction as Changsun Wuji and were ordered by Changsun Wuji, now that Changsun Wuji had fallen, they had nothing to worry about.

Zhao Wujiang didn't speak, he raised a glass of wine and drank it down.

Seeing this, the Secretary of the Ministry of War breathed a sigh of relief, he was the most involved in the Eastern Expedition among the people present, and he was also the one who was most afraid of Zhao Wujiang's reckoning.

"What is atmosphere?" The Minister of the Ministry of Officials also drank a cup and said with a smile:

"Master Zhao has a broad heart, which is called grandeur! Come on, Old Feng, give Master Zhao another cup."

Minister of the Ministry of War nodded quickly: "That's it."

He poured another glass of wine for Zhao Wujiang, and his smile relaxed a lot.

"Master Zhao, let the old man feel ashamed regardless of previous suspicions. This is a treasure I specially prepared for Master Zhao. I hope Master Zhao will accept it."

Minister of the Ministry of War took out a palm-sized wooden box, put it on the table and pushed it to Zhao Wujiang.

Originally, he thought of giving away poems, calligraphy and paintings, but he thought that Zhao Wujiang is the poet with outstanding literary talents, and ordinary people would definitely not be able to do so. Let’s send weapons. Zhao Wujiang is also a master of martial arts. Precious pills? Zhao Wujiang is also a generation with superb medical skills, and there is no shortage of pills.

Just when he was in trouble, he thought of the Ministry of Industry. The Ministry of Industry is generally engaged in water conservancy and other projects, and he often encounters some rare gadgets, so he looked for the Minister of the Ministry of Industry and exchanged for this thing.

Zhao Wujiang picked up the wooden box with a heavy hand, the palm-sized wooden box was even heavier than a fine gold ironware of the same size.

"It is said that it has been handed down from the pre-Qin period to the present." The Minister of War said with a smile, "It can withstand hundreds of years of immortality, and this thing is considered extraordinary."

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened the wooden box, inside was the familiar bronze lining, and a delicate bronze tripod appeared in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)