Since dressing like an emperor has nothing to do

☆·18 Dragons and crouching tigers are hidden beside me?

In principle, I don't really want to go to Mr. Ruan for class. After all, I sent Mr. Ruan's student, Lu Heng, to repair the canal. If Mr. Ruan asked me during class, how would I answer?After thinking about it for a while, I feel like I'm going to be floating. If I am a dignified emperor of Qi, if my mind is not a little bit floating, how can I rule the world.

Besides, if Mr. Ruan can't see it and change his rules, wouldn't that be more interesting~

Thinking of this, I asked Wang Xifu to send someone to inform Mr. Ruan, saying that I was sick today and would not go to the imperial study, and handed over the homework I did so hard yesterday to Mr. Ruan.

I skipped Mr. Ruan's class, and today is not the day when Yue Silan comes to class, because he claims to be sick, so I don't have to go to pay respects to the Queen Mother today, it's still early for me to return to the palace, so I'm a bit idle.After bored reading the storybook for a while, Wang Xifu cautiously asked me tentatively, "Does the Emperor want to approve the memorial?"

I turned my head to look at Wang Dacong, and thought that this person might be stupid. What is there to criticize for those invitations, especially the invitations sent to me by Uncle Yihuang, which were sent by officials from all over the country, and they were delayed for ten days on the way Half a month, being screened and sent to the palace again, what's the rush?

Winter is almost over, snowstorms are unlikely to happen, and it is time to start preventing spring floods, please An Zhezi, I guess it is just a trivial matter.

Although I thought so, I still told Wang Xifu: "Turn it out, you read it."

Wang Xifu found a stack of bound booklets from the study, about seventeen or eighteen books in size, with dates on them.

This is the rule set by Uncle Yihuang, all the memorials to me are sealed like this, and the date of the seal is also written by Uncle Yihuang himself.

After I have reviewed it, I need to write another date and seal it and send it out.

Uncle Yi Huang explained that the purpose of doing this is to prevent someone from cheating and concealing the hidden memorial.

Although no names were named, only the empress dowager was the only one in the palace who had the guts to touch the memorial, and it was plainly said that Uncle Yi was guarding against the empress dowager.I thought I could see Uncle Yi and the Empress Dowager fighting, but when the Empress Dowager found out about this, not only did she not say anything, she also supported me and told me, "The emperor must review the memorial carefully, and don't let the thirteen princes down." teaching'.

I:……

Anyway, you two have great power, so you can do whatever you want.

After all, after Uncle Yi went through such a procedure, he really simply and rudely guaranteed that the memorial could be sent to the palace for me to see intact, and then returned to Uncle Yi intact what I had instructed.

But the question is how do I know that after you opened the memorial, Uncle Yihuang, did you return it intact to the minister who came to hand over the memorial?

The struggle for imperial power is really troublesome.

Wang Xifu put the memorial on the low table, opened the cover under my eyes, put a vermilion pen on the low table by the way, dipped it in ink and handed it to me, and then read the content from the first book to me.

The papers that were approved today were sealed and sent by Uncle Yihuang last night. With a vermilion pen in one hand, I slumped on the couch and counted with my fingers. Half a month ago was the New Year’s Eve, and I guess those who wished me a happy New Year cliché.

These days, I am tired of listening to crooked words. After all, I ask An Zhezi to write frequently, so that the emperor cannot forget his ministers. If it turns out that the emperor forgets a certain minister, it would be a shameful thing.

But everyone came out of the same imperial examination standard examination. Except for the talented and brilliant, there are only so many poems for greetings that other people can write.

Sure enough, the first book Wang Xifu opened was a local official who wished me a happy new year, and by the way expressed his miss for me, saying that it was a lifelong regret not to be able to enter the palace to see His Majesty attend the palace banquet during the New Year. Sometimes he couldn't help crying over a table of wine and food.

This kind of official said he missed me, but in fact he wanted me to transfer him back to the capital. Heh, I gave him a nasty evaluation in my heart, and then sat up and gave the memorial a "read".

I have already seen through you.

The more sensational my courtier is, the less I can express my feelings.

Wang Xifu saw that I had approved it, and asked his apprentice to blow the ink beside him, and when it was done, he closed the memorial and put it back on the short table, and he continued to read the next letter of greetings to me.

The content of the second leaflet is the same, first dragging the text to wish me a happy New Year, and then starting to boast, saying that the weather in his jurisdiction is going well this year, and the people are having such a good New Year.During the Chinese New Year, he went to the people's homes as a guest, and found that the food on the people's table was better than the food in his house, and said that he really hoped to have the opportunity to see the prosperity of Daqi with the emperor.

The second letter boasted of my own merits, and I continued to criticize 'read' with a blank face.

After reading seven or eight books in a row, Wang Xifu became more and more proficient in reading the memorial. I reckoned that it would end just before the meal, and I was already a little lost, but when Wang Xifu picked up the tenth book, he opened his hand. It's just a meal.

I looked up at him, Wang Xifu was still calm, and began to read the above content——

"Cao Xuanming, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, pays homage to my emperor Sheng'an. Since Mu Huangen, he has fulfilled his official duties and dared not be presumptuous. Today, he has something to say to the Holy Master..."

This is not an ordinary condolence note, it is a complaint note for the impeachment of officials in court.

Cao Xuanming, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, sued Yuan Haochuan, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. The son molested the orphan girl in the street, robbed her into the mansion, and forced the girl to hang herself.

Listening to Wang Xifu reading this, my right eyelid twitched wildly. How could such a memorial be delivered to me?Uncle Yihuang pretended to be wrong, thinking so, I stopped Wang Xifu from continuing to read, and directly flipped through the memorial in his hand.

It’s really a case of impeachment. Cao Xuanming submitted the case yesterday, and it happened seven or eight days ago. Obviously, the matter has not been resolved.

So, it's just a mistake.

With this in mind, I put this memorial aside and signaled Wang Xifu to continue reading the rest.

Wang Xifu also heaved a sigh of relief, the ghost knew that he was almost frightened when he read an impeachment note from among a bunch of papers asking for peace.Picking up the unnutritious Please An booklet to continue reading, listening to the normal trivial matters, both Zhen and Wang Xifu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's still too dangerous for me to be in charge.

After all the papers were approved, I picked up Cao Xuanming's impeachment paper again and read it for a long time, but what I thought of was not the murder case of abducting a civilian girl.After a long time, I sighed, pretended nothing happened together with Wang Xifu and Wang Xifu's disciples, resealed Cao Xuanming's notebook, pasted the date that had already been instructed, and ordered someone to send it to Wenyuan Pavilion.

Wenyuan Pavilion is the place where the emperor of Daqi handles government affairs seriously. If I can govern personally, the memorials I have instructed will be carried out in the hands of the ministers of Wenyuan Pavilion.

It's just that Uncle Yi Huang is in charge of Wenyuan Pavilion now, and many matters are settled directly in Wenyuan Pavilion, and they will not be sent to my eyes at all, and I have no chance to intervene in government affairs.Originally, I let Lu Heng go to Wenyuan Pavilion because I wanted Lu Heng to become my confidant who opened up the current tight structure of Wenyuan Pavilion. As a result...

Lu Heng doesn't want to be a cabinet minister, so I won't force it, just do something practical.

It's just that I have to choose another person to go to Wenyuan Pavilion, choose a white lotus from the current courtiers who is muddy and unstained, or wait for the end of this year's spring, and then choose the number one scholar?

I was a little confused, looked at Wang Xifu, and suddenly the historical drama I watched before time travel came to my mind.

Director of Dongchang: Our Dongchang needs talents like you.jpg

Mr. Xichang: Our West Factory also needs it.jpg

Thinking of Wang Xifu wearing the factory owner's robe, Lan Hua raised her finger, and said arrogantly outside: "The East Factory is doing business, idlers avoid it."

My mind froze, it was really scary, Wang Xifu probably doesn't know martial arts, right?

Wang Xifu didn't know what I was thinking of, so he took the decoction prescribed for me by Zhang Taiyi from his young apprentice, and said to me: "Your Majesty, you should drink this decoction."

When the emperor was sick, the imperial physician cooked the medicine himself. From the dregs of the medicine to the decoction, it was stored by a special person. It was impossible to simply pour it out, so someone had to drink it.

I don't want to drink the bitter decoction, anyway, it is the decoction that Imperial Physician Zhang and I both know well and prescribe to fool the Empress Dowager, I pointed to Wang Xifu and said, "Drink it."

Wang Xifu had a bitter look on his face, looked at his little apprentice, and said to me with an idea: "This apprentice, my servant, happened to be playing in the snow yesterday to catch the cold, so please ask the emperor to reward Zhongxian."

Being the master's dead apprentice does not kill him, it is really a strong plastic master-disciple relationship, but just like Wang Xifu did not dare to reject me, Zhongxian did not dare to reject his master, so he had to drink it with a bitter face.

I thought he was pitiful, so I asked Wang Xifu to reward him with some candied dates.

Wang Xifu and Zhongxian received the reward with joy written on their faces.

Zhongxian, Zhongxian, speaking of it, what is the name of this little apprentice.

"If you go back to the emperor, the slave's surname is Wei." Zhongxian doesn't have many opportunities to show his face in front of me. After all, with his diligent and conscientious master, there are not many opportunities for others to speak in front of me.

The little eunuch is still very young, after all, he is walking in front of the palace, and he is not bad looking. He was quite happy playing in the snow with me yesterday, and he has good eyesight.

Wang Xifu is still very discerning~

After hearing this answer, I haven't reacted immediately, oh, Zhongxian's surname is Wei, and Wei Xian is in the same family.

Wait, Zhongxian? !Surnamed Wei!

Wei Zhongxian? ! ! !

Why did I just think of Dongxi Changgong, and the candidate for the factory boss came out.

I looked at Wei Zhongxian for a long time, feeling a little pain in my head, and said to Wei Zhongxian: "Your name is not good, it sounds too similar to Master Wei Xian, please change your name."

A look of confusion flashed across Wei Zhongxian's face. Although Da Qi had a tradition of avoiding the name of the emperor, how could the ministers avoid it?

After all, Wang Xifu is the master, and he reacted much faster than Wei Zhongxian. He realized that I didn't like the name, and he didn't explain why he just happily kowtowed to me according to Wei Zhongxian, and asked me as if he had received some kind of favor: "Your Majesty But you want to give the slave apprentice a name?"

I looked at Wang Xifu, then at Wei Zhongxian, and said, "Let's take your master's surname as Wang. The name is... Wang Fugui."

Wang Xifu pulled his apprentice to thank me: "Slave, thank the emperor for giving me the name!"

I waved my hand to signal Wang Xifu to go down.

Wang Xifu dragged Wang Fugui away. I can probably guess what Wang Xifu would say to his apprentice. After all, he changed his name properly. Although it was given by the emperor, it would definitely make him feel uncomfortable.

How does Wang Xifu explain that I can't control it, but compared to knowing that Wei Zhongxian is by my side, I feel that making Wang Fugui uncomfortable is more enjoyable.