After the Rebirth of the Red Chamber

After discussing this matter, the sage said another thing: "It is said that Lin Qing is the best among Tanhua Lang, with outstanding literary talents, but why is Lin Qing's memorials only condensed, without any literary talent? "

At least half of the ministers writing memorials these days are used to blow rainbow farts. The difference is only the level of level, some are vulgar and clumsy, and some are not traceable.

The rest of the content, and half of it is nostalgic for the rule of the former kings, and praises Yao, Shun and Yu Tang.

This is to lay the groundwork for what he wants to say, and let the sage know that what he wants to say and the feasible methods he proposes are all in line with etiquette.

But since Lin Ruhai wanted to simplify the court's office process and improve the efficiency of the court, he devoted himself to research.

In the end, he still decided to start with small things like memorials.

That is to say, let the sage get acquainted with his concise and clear memorial first, and realize the benefits of this memorial.In the future, things will slowly spread out bit by bit.

Has the saint realized the benefits of it?

That's natural.Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here to ask today.

Since Qin Shihuang ruled the world, it has been passed down to several worlds.

The emperor's power is getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer and fewer things that can check and balance the imperial power.And in this dynasty, the centralization of power has reached its peak!

This also means that almost everything in the world is decided by the sage, and the scriptures he needs to read every day are simply astronomical.

Not to mention, each of these memorials is full of flowers, and he has to spend a lot of energy to distinguish the specific meaning of this memorial from those poems, Yun Zi said, Zhihu Ye...

Saints are people too!

Except for the first few months of his accession to the throne, supported by the thrill of a sudden expansion of power, the saint feels nothing.

As time goes by, boredom will come.

The sage felt that he understood why there were so many foolish kings in the past dynasties.

At the same time, he could also understand why the old sage would rather give in on many things to win over the courtiers.

It's really that the level of those ministers blowing rainbow farts is too high, and if the willpower is a little weak, it is easy to get carried away.

——Although, a saint who wants to make political achievements quickly will only find it annoying.

The way Lin Ruhai wrote the memorial, to the sage, is nothing more than hearing a guqin solo after listening to the symphony for 20 years in a row, which is refreshing.

He has already started to imagine: If all the memorials are written in this way, how much trouble it will save him!

And this is Lin Ruhai's purpose.As long as the sage thinks about it, even if there are many literati who think it is insulting, the resistance is nothing compared to the promotion of him as a courtier.

Therefore, Lin Ruhai replied: "The purpose of the memorial is to report the affairs. The minister governs one side for the saint, and the most important thing in the memorial is to let the saint see clearly. If you blindly pursue literary talent, Xu Shu will inevitably There will be errors, if it affects the judgment of the sage, the minister deserves death."

Lin Ruhai knew how to speak in a high-sounding manner, and the imperial court often paid attention to a high-sounding appearance.

The sage secretly praised: This Lin Ruhai is indeed a capable minister, very upright, and even gave me a reason.That being the case, how can I live up to the kindness of my loyal minister?

The two discussed some more details, and the sage said to Lin Ruhai with satisfaction, "Go back if you love Qing, Qing's new appointment will be handed down soon."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lin Ruhai thanked you first, and then said, "It's just that I have a heartless request, and I ask the saint to allow it."

"Let's hear it." The sage is still very tolerant of capable ministers.

Lin Ruhai said: "After I governed the local government for one term, I realized what I had learned in the past, but it was only on paper. If I can't go deep into the people, I won't be able to deeply understand the sufferings of the people. I implore the saints to let me practice for a few more years Take a look at the world for His Majesty!"

As soon as the words fell, he knocked on the ground, and the sincerity in his words came from his heart.

The sage is quite moved, how can he bear the rebellion?

"I'm ready."

All the officials in the world want to squeeze into the capital and show their faces in front of the saint.Those who take the initiative to ask for release and devote themselves to doing things for the people and sharing the worries of the monarch are as rare as a sage, and the sage cannot be moved.

Lin Ruhai thanked him again, and then resigned.

To be honest, this is not the first time for Lin Ruhai to report on his duties. He also reported on his duties when the old sage was in office.However, facing the old sage, he always felt a lot of pressure, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would offend the old sage.

However, when facing the saint, he didn't feel this way.In his subconscious mind, he just knew that the saint valued his achievements more than his words.

After coming out of Qianqing Palace, Lin Ruhai showed a gratified smile.

But then, he took a deep breath, turned his head and walked towards Shoukang Palace.

Yes, he still had to see the old saint.

I heard that the old sage's temper has become more and more eccentric in the past few years. When he returned to Beijing to report his work, he actually went to see the sage first. It might be difficult for the old sage to pass the test.

Sure enough, as he expected, when he arrived at Shoukang Palace, the old sage gave him a blow before he even entered.Kneeling for two hours, Lin Ruhai felt that his legs were going to be useless.

Fortunately, he already had experience in dealing with the Supreme Emperor in his previous life. Although the temper of the old saint in this life is a bit weirder, he is not unable to handle it.

In the end, it was safe and sound.

When he came out of Shoukang Palace, Lin Ruhai was already sweating through his clothes, and felt more tired than dealing with ten saints!

The old sage was getting more and more gloomy. Compared with three years ago, he was much thinner, had more gray hair and wrinkles, and the scars on his face looked more hideous.

Although the entire meeting between the two took only half an hour, Lin Ruhai was keenly aware that the old sage had almost been deprived of his authority by the sage. He asked Lin Ruhai many things today, but nothing The piece is asked to the point.

This is not like an emperor who has been in power for a long time, but more like those nobles who have been marginalized.

No, perhaps worse than the marginalized Xungui.

At least those nobles can get some news through their friends and friends, and know what taboos are there at this stage.But the old saint was almost cut off by the saint all the channels of external communication.

He insisted on his majesty, pretending to be unpredictable, but in the eyes of Lin Ruhai, a well-informed minister, it seemed especially ridiculous!

Think about the infinite glory of the old sage in his previous life when he was the Supreme Emperor, and compare it with this life, it is clear at a glance whether the skills of the sage and King Zhongjing are superior or inferior.

Therefore, Lin Ruhai fooled the old saint with peace of mind.

He knew that his words and deeds in Shoukang Palace would be reported to the saint soon.And since he has chosen the saint, he can no longer disclose anything that is not in the interest of the saint to the old saint.

Even if it was just to face the saint today, the saint gave him some tea.

Coming out of the palace, it was already dark.Today is the crescent moon, neglecting the ray, the moonlight is swaying and ambiguous, but the starlight is extremely bright.

Lin Ruhai looked up at the upside-down galaxy, smiled, and boarded the car to leave.

As soon as he entered the house, before he had time to catch his breath, he saw the old butler Xu Song hastily greet him: "Master, you are back!"

Lin Ruhai was startled: "What's the matter, Uncle Xu?"

Xu Songdao: "Uncle Zhen of Ningguo Mansion has been waiting for you for a day, and the old slave has placed him in the study outside."

Lin Ruhai felt strange, but still said, "I'll go wash up and meet him."

In fact, not long after he returned to Beijing, he handed over a greeting card to Ningguo Mansion.However, there has been no response from Ningguo Mansion.

Later, he heard that Jia Jing was sick in bed, and he visited once with medicinal materials.But that time, he didn't see Jia Jing's face either.

At that time, Jia Zhen's explanation was: My father has been silent for a long time, and I am afraid that my uncle will be overwhelmed by illness, and I hope my uncle will forgive me.

Seeing that he really didn't want to see him, Lin Ruhai gave up, drank a cup of tea, took his leave and left.But regarding Jia Jing's illness, the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

Lin Ruhai had to think too much because Jia Zhen deliberately picked up today to come to the door, but she had to see him.

Could it be that Jia Jing encountered something that he couldn't solve by himself?

During these years, when he was released to Taiyuan, Jia Jing often sent him news about Beijing, and Lin Ruhai was very grateful.Now, he guessed that Jia Jing might be in trouble, so naturally he would not stand idly by.

Jia Zhen has been sitting in the study outside for a long time.His spirit was very bad, his face was pale, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and the dry skin on his mouth even turned up.Although he was sitting there quietly, his whole body exuded a feeling of depression and anxiety from inside to outside.

When Lin Ruhai came in, he saw Jia Zhen like this.He had already walked in front of Jia Zhen, but Jia Zhen didn't notice it at all, obviously stuck in her own thoughts, unable to extricate herself.

"Zhen'er?" Lin Ruhai called out.

"Ah?" Jia Zhen woke up suddenly, her dark face was dazed for a moment, and her bewildered eyes finally regained focus.

"Uncle Lin is back?" After seeing the person in front of him, he hurriedly got up and saluted, "It's my nephew who was rude, please greet Uncle Lin."

"Don't be too polite." With his obviously troubled look, how could Lin Ruhai have the heart to criticize him?

"Has Zhen'er eaten yet?"

Jia Zhen reluctantly curled her lips, but she couldn't laugh, so she gave up, and just replied obediently: "My aunt arranges three meals a day very quietly, and my nephew uses them very well."

However, his half-month-old appearance is really not convincing.

Lin Ruhai shook his head secretly, and no longer made things difficult for him, and asked directly: "I wonder what is the important matter for Zhen'er to come here today?"

Jia Zhen's eyes turned red suddenly, and her voice was a little hoarse and choked up.He quickly touched the corners of his eyes, and took out a post from his pocket: "I'm here to deliver the invitation on behalf of my father, so I ask Uncle Lin to go to the humble house to talk about it tomorrow."

He was afraid that Lin Ruhai would not take it seriously, or that he had forgotten too many things, so he insisted on waiting until Lin Ruhai came back and invited him in person.

Seeing him being so cautious, Lin Ruhai's heart sank, and he said seriously, "Zhen'er, tell me the truth, is your father really sick?"

Jia Zhen showed a crying-smiling expression: "Uncle Lin, this happened for no reason, who would curse himself for being sick?"

But Lin Ruhai was thinking: no reason and no reason, so what if there is a reason?

Seeing that Jia Zhen kept secret, he also realized that things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.After thinking about it for a while, Lin Ruhai didn't ask any more questions, but said: "Then you go back first, I will definitely come to the door tomorrow."

"Thank you, Uncle Lin." Jia Zhen bowed deeply.