Lu Ming

A series of mock exam questions, Mr. Feng was already sweating from the answers.Unexpectedly, now that he encounters such an over-the-top question, Master Feng really broke out in a cold sweat this time: "I'm a low-level official, and it's my first time attending a meeting. How can I ask such stupid words?"

Uncle Tang raised his head and rolled his eyes.

Of course he knew that people would not discuss any major matters with a Zhima official.But the purpose of today's mock exam is actually to explore the courage of Master Feng to break the boat.

Uncle Tang seems to have seen the good old Tang family grow wings and go away...

"Ugh……"

In desperation, Uncle Tang stretched out his arm and gestured backwards.

Following the gesture, a child's cry came from the inner room.Immediately afterwards, the eldest sister of the Tang family lifted the door curtain and came out wiping her tears.

"Come, come, tell your master."

As soon as Uncle Tang finished speaking, the elder sister of the Tang family knelt down in front of her master with a thud, and cried, "Master, please pity your sons and daughters...!"

Unexpectedly, the old Tang family would have this trick. The semi-married old uncle Feng suddenly became dizzy from the noise of women and children.

Facing such a dangerous situation, the helpless Master Feng could only pat the table not too hard: "If you don't deal with it well, it's an act of ransacking your home and beheading you. You woman, what do you know!?"

"Copying is also copying those big thresholds. You have a poor household, what's the point of copying?"

Uncle Tang's face was full of hatred that iron could not be made into steel.He regrets it very much now. He didn't insist on learning back then, and he was a half-time official in the court. Now he can only forcefully support this unreliable son-in-law: "If my husband doesn't eat five dishes in life, he will cook in five dishes when he dies! Grandpa!" , Ancestor, you have been an official for half your life, but you haven't even gotten in with a cronies, how dare you say ransack your home and kill your head?"

Seeing that my uncle was tongue-tied, my uncle analyzed earnestly: "How many heads of Tartars did Uncle Cao chop off? He is a well-known hero of the Han family! Men in the capital, when you mention him, who doesn't give a thumbs up?"

"Now this is the time for a daughter to buy a horse bone. This is the first opportunity in the world. Brother-in-law, you just need to post it, how can you not end up?"

In the end, Uncle Tang made a final decision: "It's a big deal, let's make a package with the whole family, and let you go to Siam to be a fellow acquaintance! My Tang family has no regrets!"

The uncle's stern face, the crying of the youngest son in his ears, and the sniffling elder sister, all these made the son-in-law at this time have mixed feelings.

……

The next day.

morning.

Emperor Zhongyong's mansion was granted.

A warm sedan slowly passed a row of sedan chairs waiting at the gate of Bo's mansion, and stopped firmly in front of the gate of the mansion.Unlike those people who came here for a chance to meet, Master Feng had an invitation, so he went directly to the door.

In front of the Zhongyongbo Mansion, which maintains the traditional architectural style, there are not only doors in short clothes, but also soldiers with knives.In an inconspicuous corner, the security guards armed with guns that are standard across the public are also appearing and disappearing from time to time.

In short, waiting for an armed team, there are not a few hundred people who cannot break in.

Tang San'er, who was dressed in ingot satin butler attire, went to the side door first to hand over the invitation.Not a moment later, Xu Ning, a young officer in a three-piece suit, greeted him from the mansion with a smile.

At this time, Master Feng, who was wearing an official robe, got out of the sedan chair.

From now on, Steward Tang will not be responsible for Master Feng's actions.Director Xu led the master to go to the mansion, and at the same time enthusiastically exchanged "Picking the Pulley" with the master... It sounds like a temporary make-up, what a black hole, plugging in and out.

The imperial seal of Zhongyongbo Mansion, plus the later purchase and expansion, covers a very large area, and it is no problem to ambush the next regiment.

Master Feng followed the young officer all the way through the second courtyard, and was arranged to watch tea in a flower hall.

Fortunately, Master Feng is on the meeting list.So after only waiting for half a cup of tea, the official host of Uncle Zhongyong's mansion, Xue Haiyuan, stationmaster of Beijing Station, Xue Jing, finished the previous meeting, and it was Master Feng's turn.

The reception room is in the main hall of the third entrance.

The decoration here is very "modern": creamy white pure wool carpet, large sofa set, glass tea table.

This scene is nothing to Master Feng.Such things as sofas have been popularized in many officials' homes, and Master Feng has naturally seen them before.

After all, it was people who made Master Feng feel pressured, especially when the other party extended his arms kindly and shook hands with him.

Migration air support transplant body.Having been an invisible boss in the capital for these years, Xue Haiyuan's original square face has become rounded, and his tall figure has also begun to gain weight.

All day long, Xue Haiyuan has been in contact with the royal family, relatives, high-ranking officials and big businessmen from all walks of life, so that Xue Haiyuan has the demeanor of a superior in every gesture.As soon as we met, Master Feng felt a little embarrassed.

Xue Haiyuan could see Master Feng's discomfort at a glance, after all, he had experienced too many similar situations.So, after shaking hands and exchanging greetings at the opening ceremony, Xue Jen picked up two jokes that happened in the court room recently to enliven the atmosphere.

The name is experience, but the other party really belongs to the top boss in the capital, and the level is not lower than that of Gefu.People of this level are willing to tell jokes to enliven the atmosphere. Master Feng still likes this.

Seeing that the other party was smiling and relaxed on the sofa, Xue Haiyuan went straight to the topic - he had to meet many people every day, so he didn't have time to go around in circles with Master Feng.

The next moment, Xue Haiyuan asked directly: "Then Ruan Hongcheng's slander in front of the imperial city gate has extremely bad influence, and the princes of Honglu Temple have no attitude?"

Feng Sicheng heard the words, and with a thud, he put his heart back into his stomach: Sure enough, it was Annan's incident.

In the pre-analysis, Mr. Feng and his brother-in-law agreed that the most likely reason for this meeting was the Annan people.After all, in the final analysis, Feng Sicheng's job is to deal with Annan people.

Mr. Feng, who was extremely well prepared for this topic, recited it according to the simulation paper in the next moment: "That generation is in trouble, and it is really a jumping beam! The lower officials also have the intention to rectify it...however, people speak lightly... this, the intention is powerless!"

"This is coming prepared." Xue Haiyuan's mouth curled up slightly when he saw this little official speak so well.Stretching out his hand, he pushed a plate of canned lychees on the coffee table.

After gesturing to the other party to be free, Xue experienced this and said: "There is a lot of help. Now that the Ming Dynasty is flourishing and the people are flourishing, Master Feng doesn't need to worry, just let go and do it."

This is what Feng Sicheng has been waiting for these few days.He knew that the next thing he would do was to submit a certificate to the organization: "With Mr. Xue's words, the lower officials can rest assured."

Just a few words of communication solved the problem.

Xue Haiyuan, who felt that he had saved a lot of time, was in a good mood.So he specially explained a few sentences to this "clear-minded" little official: "Before, there were so many things in Nanyang that I couldn't take action. The next step, uncle is going to clean up the Annan puppet dynasty... After all, it is Our Great Ming's Jiaozhi Cheng announced the political envoy, and we can't keep returning, don't you think?"

Poor Feng Sicheng, a big official, how can he express his opinions on this kind of international current affairs, so he can only nod repeatedly: "It should be so, it should be so!"

"Since we want to solve it completely, people like Ruan Hong cannot be kept."

Xue Haiyuan, who was smiling, said cruelly at this moment: "This kind of person is where the spirit of the nation lies, and must be eradicated!"

Feng Jingjie agreed with Xue's high-level remarks, but felt desolate in his heart.

To say that the only person inside and outside the Ming court who had in-depth communication with Annan envoy Ruan Hong was really Master Feng.

When Ruan Hong first arrived, he was also a member of the scholarly community. Master Feng, who was in charge of the reception, also invited Ruan Hong to have a drink every month, talk about the past and the present, and encourage writing. He can be regarded as a drinking buddy.

Unexpectedly, Master Feng heard Ruan Hong's death sentence today, which made him feel sad for a moment.

However, at the next moment, Master Feng was vigilant: the haze of the middle-aged crisis, his uncle's eyes that hated iron and steel, and the resentful eyes of his own woman, these images woke him up like steel needles.

Dead Daoist Undead channel, if you don't care about Brother Ruan, you will offend him.

"Cough, cough."

Master Feng, who came back to his senses, told a little story in a joking tone: "Speaking of Annan's envoys, Mr. Xue probably doesn't know... Except for Ruan Hong, the chief and deputy envoys, who came together that day, There is also a deputy envoy in the capital."

"Oh?"

Xue Haiyuan stood up from the back of the sofa, obviously interested.

"The two of Ruan Hong are in the Ming Dynasty, and there is another one, An Anzi, who hides in the market and haunts the mansions of the rich and powerful, thinking that he is an aid."

"And other things?"

When Xue Haiyuan received an affirmative answer from Master Feng's eyes again, he couldn't help but slapped the coffee table hard, and laughed at himself: "I still underestimated the heroes of the world!"

The next moment, Xue Haiyuan reached out and pressed the bell beside him.

Immediately, the young officer Xu walked in.

"Master Feng is a distinguished guest, take him to the garden for a while, and then leave after lunch. Treat him attentively."

"Yes." The smile on Officer Xu's face became more cordial: "Master Feng, please."

"Call Captain Liu here again, I have something to ask."

Chapter 706 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])

But after Mr. Feng bid farewell to Xue's experience, he followed Mr. Xu through the third side door and went around all the way.Not a moment later, after another moon gate, Master Feng found himself in a garden.

Although it's late spring now, the weather has been harsh for the past few years, and the capital city has been cold and cold, so the flowers and plants in the garden are a little scattered, and the overall atmosphere of spring is not created.

But these are not important.As soon as Master Feng entered the garden, he was attracted by the glass conservatory in the middle of the garden.

The conservatory is designed in leisure mode.Slightly curved large pieces of glass are inlaid into shiny iron frames one by one, and finally, a button-bowl-style sightseeing greenhouse is formed.

After following Officer Xu strangely, Master Feng stepped into the glass door after looking at him.

In the warm room at this time, five or six guests had already taken their seats first.An oval mahogany table, a few craft chairs, green tea, red wine, and the warmth of the fruit wood oven.

Through the bright glass curtain wall, take a look at the bleakness outside.Master Feng, who was still in the cold a moment ago, suddenly felt better.

"I don't know which one it is, it turned out to be Brother Mu Xi."

Just after Mr. Feng entered the room, on the seat facing the door, a middle-aged man dressed in pure black straight shirt called out Mr. Feng's words: "Come and sit here. I haven't had a drink with Brother Mu Xi for a long time." I'm happy, I'm planning to get drunk today."

Master Feng took a closer look and found that the person speaking was Luo Lishi, the right servant of the Ministry of Industry.

Although he was an official in the same dynasty, Master Feng did not have much contact with Luo Shilang, who was born in a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River.That is to say, when Luo Shilang was still working as Yuanwailang in the Ministry of Industry two years ago, everyone had a few social gatherings.

But in this conservatory today, it is obvious that the social circle is not discussed in terms of closeness.

Seeing Luo Shilang's affectionate look, Master Feng, who instantly understood, hurriedly cupped his hands and stepped forward, while showing a happy expression of meeting an old friend: "I didn't expect Brother Ben Song to meet you face to face! Hehe, unexpected joy, unexpected joy."

When Mr. Feng sat on the right side of Luo Shilang, Luo Lishi, who suddenly became a close friend, after a few simple greetings, he thoughtfully assumed the responsibility of knowing the guest, and began to introduce: "This is Gao Jie, the imperial envoy of Henan Province of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Gao Langya."

In fact, the first time Mr. Feng glanced at the table, he recognized all the guests present today...Every morning, everyone stood in front of the gate of the Emperor Palace to blow the cold wind. After so many years of being a street man, Feng Master, who doesn't know?

However, Luo Lishi's introduction today is obviously a formal procedure for integrating into the circle.Knowing this well, Master Feng enthusiastically bowed his hands to the young man in the robe of a Husi member opposite him: "I have seen Gao Yushi."

Gao Yushi, sitting first on the left, is less than thirty this year, and he is the backbone of the officialdom in his prime.

Gao Jie is a Jinshi in the year of Tianqi.This gentleman has been the imperial envoy of Henan Province at a young age. He is undoubtedly of the Qingliu school, and he has no daily communication with Master Feng, who is a street supervisor.

The bad is here.

Hearing the greeting, the fair-skinned Gao Yushi only glanced sideways at Feng Sicheng.

Afterwards, this high-cold person picked up a pitted clam shell from the fruit wood grill on the table, brought it to his mouth and sucked it hard.After swallowing the mussel, he smacked his lips, took out a cigarette from a big red iron cylinder on the table with Chinese watches and city towers printed on it, then took out his own silver cloisonné enamel cloisonné Zippo, lit it, and smoked it hard. With one sip, he raised his head and exhaled a puff of light blue smoke, and then Geshi lay down in the chair...he didn't pay attention to Master Feng the whole time.

"Haha, the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

Luo Shilang, who sees everything in his eyes, can only smooth things over in the face of naked contempt for his academic qualifications: "Don't pay attention to this madman, Mu Xi met Liu Zhizhong with me."

Regarding the contempt he received just now, in fact, Master Feng did not have any emotional fluctuations... In his whole life, he has been despised by various Jinshi scholars on too many occasions, and he has long since become numb.

With a smile on his face, Master Feng cupped his hands and turned to the next one: "I met Liu Zhizhong."

In the Ming Dynasty, the Yamen of the mayor of Beijing was called Shuntian Mansion.

As the No. [-] mansion in the world, Shuntian Mansion is the same as the later generations, with high-level bosses serving as the governor: the lowest level is the third rank.The rest of the Zuo Er officials are also higher in rank than their counterparts in the foreign government, and the official position of Zhizhong is also unique to high-level yamen like Shuntian Prefecture.

The Liu Zhizhong in front of him is named Liu Ye.This person seems inconspicuous, but he is the third person in Shuntian Mansion, a fifth-rank official, and there are only two big bosses above him, Fu Yin and Fu Cheng.

Liu Zhizhong, who is in his fifties and is in his fifties with a gentle face, is dressed in a cotton embroidered suit, without the arrogance of a young bureaucrat at all.Seeing Master Feng salute, he bowed his hands back with a smile.

The next few guests who attended the ceremony, like Master Feng, were all mid-level officials, and their ranks were all between the fifth and sixth ranks.

"This is Hu Ping, a member of the Ministry of War."

"This is He Mao, the Right Counselor of the General Administration."

……

In the end, after a round of greetings, Mr. Feng, who was in a good mood and felt good about himself, generously enjoyed the appetizing barbecue on the table with the diners.

"Come, try this garlic oyster, it's really delicious."

After receiving the oyster shell from Luo Shilang, the northerner Master Feng imitated Gao Yushi's inhalation just now... The sweet, soft and delicious taste immediately filled his mouth, and Master Feng couldn't stop, and kept saying delicious.

"Two days before the winter solstice in Jimao, Haiman offered oysters. When they were dissected, they yielded several liters. The meat and oysters were mixed with wine and boiled. The food was very delicious, and it hadn't even existed before."

Although Master Feng said that he was not very knowledgeable, he happened to have read the article "Eating Oysters" by Layman Dongpo.Feeling the freshness of the seafood he had never tasted before, he shook his head and said with emotion after reciting a paragraph of text: "Dongpo sincerely does not lie to me!"

"Haha, I also know about this."

The plump and round Liu Zhizhong sucked two shells of oyster meat, and then said: "Then Dongpo was demoted to Danzhou, and the daily price of oysters was delicious, but Youxin and his son said that the oysters should not be spread, so as not to spread the word." Evil friends ask for it."

"Is there such a thing? Dongpo is really a wonderful person..."

During the conversation, a group of officials and assistants ate up the oysters on the table.

And in this process, Master Feng, who quickly integrated into the Chike team, was completely relieved... There was no conspiracy or secret discussion, and he did not talk about court affairs... All participants deliberately avoided any sensitive topics, and only talked about Fengyue oyster wine poetry, relaxed and comfortable.

Just then, today's main course was served.Four cooks wearing the same style of short jackets chanted and lifted the big copper plate onto the table.

Master Feng was surprised: he knew this main dish.

Rouge Ban lying in a circle of side dishes like a colorful cloud seemed to have recognized Master Feng, and his dark fish eyes seemed to be saying hello: "Meet you again."

……

afternoon.

Master Feng, with his chest and belly protruding, stepped out of the gate of Uncle Zhongyong's mansion with slow steps, one step at a time.