Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

No matter how much resentment Xia Song, who claimed to have been deprived of opportunities, could not get rid of, the imperial edict promoting Lu Ci as Jixian Prime Minister and Di Qing as Chengdu Road Transit Envoy was read out at the court that morning.

In the court hall where there were few objections, the two petitions, which had been examined and approved quickly, were escorted by Lin Neichen and rushed to the Lu residence at lightning speed.

Lin Neichen, who was thinking of being the first to convey the good news, never expected that when he rushed all the way to the familiar gate of the Lu residence, he would be in vain.

After being told by the door servant that his patriarch had taken Di Qing to Wang Zeng's mansion since last night, he had no choice but to turn his head in confusion and hurry towards Wang Zixiang's mansion.

Just as Lu Ci fell asleep with Di Qing and Yi, he was woken up by Lin Neichen who came suddenly.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lu." After reading out the imperial edict solemnly, and handing over the body with his hands carefully covered in his arms, Lin Neichen had a smile on his face, and sincerely congratulated him: "This task is very important, and only Mr. Lu can be called it. It’s well deserved.”

"Lin Du is well known."

Lu Ci smiled and shook his head.

As early as five years ago, Lin Neichen, who was much favored and trusted, had been promoted to the title of "the best inner minister" and "the inner prime minister". Everyone knows that his power is not insignificant. Even Kou Zhun, who has been the chief assistant for many years, treats this A famous person who can stand by the official's side for a long time will put away a little bit of arrogance.

While Lin Neichen was always prudent with outsiders, he was also indifferent and distant, only Waiting for Lu Ci's politeness revealed full intimacy.

Lin Neichen knew very well that although the foundation was laid by himself, the reason why he was able to stand tall all the time, even to this day, was more or less thanks to the help of this handsome man in front of him: frequently called into Lu Ci from the palace, as long as he occasionally mentions a sentence or two in the official's ear, it is enough for him to benefit.

Lin Neichen was so polite, and Lu Ci reciprocated, treating him very gentle and polite all the time. Hearing this, he couldn't help joking and said: "According to the usual practice, I have to decline three times to report this, and then accept it?"

"You don't need to bother Mr. Lu to imitate those sour people." Lin Neichen smiled and said very cooperatively: "When I get out of this door, I will make a sad face, making others think that Mr. Lu has refused."

Lu Ci laughed.

Regarding these superficial skills, he, who has already enjoyed the reputation of "frivolous" in Shilin, is indeed too lazy to pay attention to it-whether he pretends to refuse or not, his youthful and arrogant image has long been firmly established in the hearts of the officials. up.

Even if he made a gesture of modesty, it was just as if he was taking advantage of it and pretending to be a good boy, which aroused their resentment and envy.

Lu Ci simply accepted it frankly, and wanted to keep the Lin ministers to sit down and rest.

Although Lin Neichen was a little moved, he still insisted on going back to the palace first: the officials, who were full of curiosity about the young master's reaction, were probably still eagerly waiting for his report at this time.

Apart from the person in front of him who doesn't want to return once he goes to the border, who else in the world would dare to let the emperor who is so worried about him wait for a long time?

Thinking of this, Lin Neichen admired Lu Ci even more.

After Lin Neichen left, Lu Ci naturally took Di Qing's hand and went back to the room. As soon as the door closed, Di Qing, who had been holding back for a long time, couldn't help it anymore, and said anxiously: "Grandfather, my new job— —”

It's rare for him to stay with his grandfather for two or three months, and then they will be separated again!

Chengdu Road can definitely be called the upper-middle class among all the roads, which is enough to prove that the officials expect him to show great ambitions, and it also paves the way for him to be promoted comfortably and smoothly in the future.

Next, as long as you accumulate qualifications step by step, don't make any big mistakes, even if it is another 'Lu Ci'.

But now, Di Qing, who has a bright future in the eyes of everyone, is envious of Zhang Kang's job in the Privy Council—at least he can stay in Beijing with his grandfather, and he doesn't need to go there for ten days. Go to the remote areas of the half moon.

Lu Ci smiled, raised his hand, and deliberately rubbed his head: "Little brother loves you so much, don't you think it's not enough?"

Di Qing twitched the corners of his mouth listlessly.

Seeing that he was so lost, Lu Ci couldn't tease him anymore.

It's just that when he was about to reveal his plan to his little lover, Wang Zeng, who had finished handling the government affairs ahead of schedule, hurried back. Seeing that the two of them were still there, he was relieved and said with a smile, "Although I have Knowing that there will be such a day, I still don't expect that Yu Yu will become my colleague again so soon."

Before he knew his destiny, he was already ranked as the second assistant, and he was regarded as the best in all dynasties.

But when compared with Lu Ci, it seems that he is out of class: he just passed by and stood up, but he has already entered the political affairs hall.

What anyone could have imagined was that when Lu Ci reached his age, his achievements would definitely be high but not low.

Even Wang Zeng, who was relatively indifferent in his heart, inevitably had some ripples, and soon came back to his senses: "In this case, why don't you and I come to the capital hall tomorrow and write a letter together."

During the discussion yesterday, Lu Ci was still at home with a job, so naturally it was not good to be called into the palace without being called.

Now that he has just been promoted, the new humanistic official took office three times - the last time he proposed to cut off the old coins donated to the Liao Kingdom as soon as he was appointed as a political adviser, this time it was just to deal with Xia Song, which caused a stir. It should be far less frightening than the former, but it is quite appropriate.

Lu Ci readily agreed.

He and Wang Zeng vaguely had a tacit understanding of being both "pure ministers", so they settled down without saying too clearly, and took Di Qing home.

"Brother Liu will definitely be taken aback again." Lu Ci said to the sullen Di Qing, "When I was first promoted to participate in politics, I had to move to the prime minister's house, which made him very happy."

Di Qing said weakly: "Oh."

Lu Ci blinked: "Are you happy?"

Di Qing echoed listlessly: "Yeah."

Lu Ci sighed deliberately: "I actually have some plans, but I haven't got a firm decision yet, so I can't tell you. Just now I saw that you were depressed, and I was about to reveal something, but you are sullen at me. I'm afraid it's not I would like to hear..."

Di Qing said slightly annoyed: "Grandpa!"

With Gongzu's exquisite mind, how could he not see through his little awkwardness?Clearly, clearly...

"You still want to hear it?"

Lu Ci leaned into his ear with a smile, and said something intimately, but Di Qing's originally dignified complexion gradually relaxed, returning to a happy look.

Morning the next day.

Although there was an extra handsome gentleman in a striking purple robe standing at the forefront, and the smiles on the faces of the officials never faded, but the courtiers were generally calm except for their dark hearts.

After the court was over, Zhao Zhen walked briskly into the political affairs hall, and when he was about to appreciate the demeanor of the young master who had finally returned full of glory, Wang and Lu, who had serious faces, saluted and presented the booklet at the same time.

Before I opened the brochure, this battle alone gave Zhao Zhen a 'thump' in his heart.

……what happened again?

Zhao Zhen also subconsciously straightened his face, nodded solemnly, took the booklet to the desk, sat down to read it carefully, and his face immediately turned blue.

——If this is true, then Xia Song is extremely hateful!

Zhao Zhen has always been soft-hearted. Although he is the emperor, he is very sympathetic to his courtiers.

Although he can't compare to some old fritters who have been in the court for many years, he also knows that the officials headed by Xia Song, who has been his lecturer for more than a year, are worried about falling out of favor, and are afraid of the long journey and the dangerous and cold situation, so they would rather stay at home. They are not willing to go to the backcountry in their minds, even if they are old-fashioned and unemployed.

There are too few real pillars who are as dedicated to the country as the little master, fearless and unscrupulous.

Zhao Zhen was regretful, but also knew that this matter cannot be forced.

He is very kind, because he can understand their concerns, even though he knows that there are more and more redundant staff in Beijing, he keeps turning a blind eye.

Over the years, he has been trying to increase the salary and authority of border officials, not all for the sake of close courtiers such as Lu Ci who has been working on the border, but also to encourage some timid candidates to go forward in disguise.

It's just that although there are many measures, they all have little effect: those who can stay in this capital for several years, in addition to having patience, also have a lot of money.With no shortage of food and clothing, and without the impulsive force, how could he care about the slightly increased salary?

However, no matter how kind-hearted Zhao Zhen is, he can understand the common sense of studying hard for ten years and unwilling to go to a vicious and bitter place after being elected...

In any case, I can't bear to be content with leisure and happiness, but at the same time, I am busy framing the villains who are working hard for the Song Dynasty.

"It's a matter of great importance," Zhao Zhen suppressed the overwhelming anger in his heart, and pressed the two memorials: "You two gentlemen, please be patient and don't be impatient. I will send the right person to find out the truth of this matter... It is not wronged, It will never be tolerated."

Lu Ci and Wang Zeng looked at each other, nodded and stepped back.

Before Bao Zheng failed to find out the mastermind behind the scenes, Zhao Zhen only used him as his deputy this time, ordered ten trustworthy Dali Temple judges in one breath, and gave Shangfang the sword, asking them to investigate thoroughly at all costs. in the end.

Coupled with the many evidences provided by Lu Ci, the progress of the promotion can be described as rapid progress. It only took half a month. Xia Song, who was still worried about Lu Ci's promotion at home, could not have imagined in his wildest dreams that he did it secretly. Those hands and feet have already been investigated clearly by the officials.

Although he was prepared in his heart, Zhao Zhen was still so angry when he touched the shocking words on the paper when that little luck was really shattered.

He really couldn't believe that Mr. Xia, who used to be full of literary talent, eloquent, and full of loyalty and benevolence, was actually just a hypocrite with a good face, who could use such dirty tricks!

Xia Song's actions really touched the bottom line of the emperor: even if the person who was almost victimized was not the most cherished little master, but any person in the court, as the emperor, he would absolutely not be able to bear such sinister intentions. Frame.

The wrath of the Son of Heaven is usually nothing more than a move, and a move is no small matter.

Under the circumstances of overwhelming evidence, Zhao Zhen, who hated Xia Song to the extreme, didn't even give the slightest chance to defend himself, and ordered someone to disclose the matter in the court, and then the prison secretary would come forward, his face ashen ashes, and loudly Xia Song, who argued, was violently dragged away.

There was dead silence everywhere, only the hiss of Xia Song, who could be called gentle and sweeping the floor, was heard, but how could the strength of a literati compare to a few strong policemen?

In the desperate struggle, his cap, shoes and socks fell off and fell in the courtyard, looking even more embarrassed and frightened.

Whether it is the result of the always smiling official's sudden cold face, or the ruthlessness that is completely contrary to the benevolent means, the miserable howl echoing in the ears, and the wrinkled shoes and socks...

The deterrent power they bring, in the eyes of these courtiers who value dignity more than life, is probably more powerful than beheading.