After becoming the king of the subjugated country

Prime Minister Qin believed that he did not make a random judgment, but Old General Qiao insisted on going his own way.Prime Minister Qin found it inconceivable, "Your Majesty only cares about talented people, so he greets you one or two. Does General Qiao have evidence? Don't say anything casually, it will make the world misunderstand."

Old General Qiao just wanted to say that he saw it with his own eyes, and a bunch of soldiers witnessed this scene, but he suddenly remembered Ji Chen's special password-sealed order, and he could only be aggrieved: "Why would I speak casually? That's because you didn't Just know."

Prime Minister Qin was even more dissatisfied, and wanted to persuade him even more, "Why don't I know? I still know—"

The two old ministers were about to argue for a few more words, when Jiang Zilin, Minister of Rites, slipped over at some point, his eyes widened, and he said excitedly: "Could it be that both lords know about His Majesty's intentions? Would you like to help me? "

Prime Minister Qin and Old General Qiao looked at each other, and after the exchange of glances, Old General Qiao looked up at the sky, quickly let go of the hand that was holding Prime Minister Qin's sleeve, strode forward, and muttered to himself, "I don't know that those bastards Are you ready for training? It’s just right, I should go and keep an eye on it.”

Prime Minister Qin pressed his chest and sighed, "Oh, I'm getting old, I haven't taken the medicine today, I was busy with my business yesterday and forgot once, and was nagged for half an hour by the director of the Imperial Hospital, I can't do it today That's it."

The two quickly found a reason, pretending that they hadn't heard what the Minister of Rites said, and each left quickly, one or two walking like flying, but there was no sign of illness or old age at all.

Jiang Zilin, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, didn't have time to catch them, he could only watch them leave, and then he was once again submerged by the turbulent crowd.

The grand court meeting in the court is over, and the turmoil caused by this draft in the Ministry of Rites will begin.

A group of ministers were discussing in the room, busy with each other, calling for people to come and write articles.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going. On that day, no one was able to go back to rest. After a few mouthfuls of food, they went to discuss the details and strive for an early decision.

A waiter who didn't understand asked in a low voice the waiter who followed the Minister of Rites, "Why is it so troublesome? Didn't Your Majesty say that you don't need to disturb too many people?"

The waiter in brighter clothes gave him a disdainful look, "What do you know? This is the first draft since His Majesty took the throne, and the ones selected will have a future queen, so naturally it is no different than before. Your Majesty said not to be alarmed, and even the following The counties are not notified? What does that look like."

With such ignorance, it's no wonder that this person's master will be a sixth-rank master.

Three days later, the specific procedure was finally discussed, and the Minister of Rites personally wrote the notes and handed them to Ji Chen again.

Ji Chen laughed while watching, and couldn't help feeling that these people were the most active in these matters, "I want to distribute it to all states and counties, and select three ladies from each state? And they also pay attention to everyone's proficiency in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's not necessary..."

Just as Ji Chen was about to cross it out, Ji Shao's eyes lit up, "Second brother, wait."

The tip of the pen paused slightly, and Ji Chen put down the pen, signaling Ji Shao to continue.

Ji Shao propped his chin with his right hand, "Second brother, don't you want to choose this way? Do you think it's too much work and waste of money?"

"Uh——" Ji Chen felt that there was no need to choose this way. After all, this was just a show, but it would not be a waste of money. After all, he thought it would be good to find something for the county officials in those places, and there were three in each county, probably Not enough places.

Ji Shao clapped his hands, "Even though you don't need so many people, second brother, I do!"

"Why can other princesses raise faces? I only raise dozens of girls, and I'm not a man. I can't do anything to them. It doesn't matter, right?"

Eunuch Xin was pouring tea for Ji Chen, when he heard this, his hands trembled, a drop of tea splashed out, and he almost smashed the teapot.

Ji Shao didn't care about other people's reactions, but just stared at Ji Chen with burning eyes: "Brother, you have to think this way, these women are basically literate, good at calligraphy and painting, and have excellent talents. In the past, I wanted to recruit people , there is no way to find them. Now they are here, but they are all the best people. "

Not only that, but Ji Shao also made a calculation for Ji Chen, "Nowadays, only men have signed up for the exam. Second brother, you also said that you should use everything you can use rationally. These women are not bad at all. Wouldn’t it be a waste if they were put in the harem? If they are placed in the right place, they will definitely benefit a lot in the future.”

Eunuch Xin was dizzy from hearing this, what are you going to do?If women don't go to the harem or get married, where else can they go?

Eunuch Xin almost burst into tears, "Your Majesty, the court officials and the people may have serious opinions. How can women do these things?"

It's okay if you don't say anything, Ji Chen made a complete decision when he heard Eunuch Xin's words, "Okay, let's do it like this!"

Ji Shao and Ji Chen hit it off immediately, and discussed some details: first, choose someone who is older and more mature; second, you must be able to read and write, and it is best to be a housekeeper; third, you must have a good personality and be patient of.

Of course, whether to participate is entirely voluntary, and the quota in the county seat can be left but must not be exceeded. If you don't want to come to Kyoto, you can also send it home with the government's funding.

Leaving aside what kind of mood Ji Chen had in asking someone to send the notebook back, at least Jiang Zilin, Minister of Rites, was very pleased when he saw Ji Chen's reply.

Beauty is not the requirement, but talent and character are the criteria.Look at this condition, it is definitely to select the right concubine, to select a virtuous woman who is educated and reasonable.

Jiang Zilin, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, interpreted His Majesty's reply to the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and then carefully copied several copies of it and distributed them to all counties.

This draft, which is destined to cause a sensation all over the country and be recorded in the history, has now completely kicked off.

After some women received the news, under the nagging of their parents, they fantasized about the face of the young emperor, fantasized that they could enter the palace and achieve an unrivaled romance, and couldn't help blushing, "Let the parents decide."

There are also some women who carefully calculate the gains and losses, hoping to bring honor to the family, and to drive the whole family to keep it prosperous for more than ten years just like the Queen Song did back then.

Some people dismissed it, while others tried to seize the opportunity to stand up.

The number of people signing up is increasing day by day, and all the makeup shops and clothing shops in Kyoto are extremely hot, and the faces of the shopkeepers are about to burst into laughter.

In the past, the ladies who used to stay out of the gate began to move around, and Hua Huiwen would emerge in endlessly, inquiring about each other's news.

The other places may have to be busy. People here in the capital have received the news recently. Those who have these ideas will naturally sign up early, and those who have no ideas will fall silent and give up the nearest stage.

The Ministry of Rites gave the remote counties a month to notify and screen candidates, but in the capital, since there was no need to travel back and forth, the number of applicants far exceeded in just ten days.

Minister of Rites, Jiang Zilin racked his brains, and began to select suitable candidates according to His Majesty's criteria. Those under fifteen were ticked off, and those who couldn't read were rejected. His personality was extremely generous and appropriate.

"Hiss," Jiang Zilin, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, tugged at his hair. He was proud of the spring breeze and extremely busy. In the past ten days, he had received seven or eight baskets of invitations and lost a lot of hair. "What a coincidence, how did these two people meet?" The rankings are consistent."

Here in Kyoto, there are a total of [-] places for show girls, which is very small compared to earlier years. Although there are many applicants, Jiang Zilin has selected a large number of people, and it is not difficult to pick out [-].But the sad thing now is that among the famous candidates, there are two women with the same ranking, one is good-looking, the other is good at calligraphy and painting, and their backgrounds are not bad, so they are evenly matched.

Although it is only a matter of choosing who will be picked and who will be kept, His Majesty seems to attach great importance to the draft now. If something is not done well, I am afraid that someone will find out and be used by political opponents.

This is very sad.

Seeing that it was time to submit the list, he was worried day and night and couldn't sleep.

"Master Shangshu has something to decide?" The subordinate at the side greeted him intimately: "If your lord has something important, why don't you ask His Majesty or Prime Minister Qin?"

Jiang Zilin, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, said unhappily: "I ask Your Majesty about these tedious matters every day. Your Majesty may think that I am limited and I can't even handle these trivial matters well. As for Prime Minister Qin, hmph, that old fox runs faster than anyone else." .I asked him what His Majesty thinks about this, but he pushed back and refused to say a word."

"It's all grown-up people. Old General Qiao complains every day that his back hurts and his legs hurt. He avoids visitors for fear of being entangled by outsiders. Not to mention Prime Minister Qin. He has been hiding for a long time. Whenever he asks, his old illness relapses. "Speaking of this, Jiang Zilin became even angrier. He slapped the table and couldn't help cursing, "Recurrence ass, two days ago, the director of the Tai Hospital was proud of himself, boasting that he was a good doctor, and that Qin Xiang's illness They were all cured."

The subordinate pondered for a moment, then raised his head again, and said to Jiang Zilin, "My lord, apart from these two, as the following officials have seen, there is one person in the court who can ask a question or two."

"You mean?" Jiang Zilin suddenly thought of someone.

The subordinate affirmed: "Of course it is Lord Bai Qi. He has always been valued by His Majesty. If he opens his mouth to settle this matter, His Majesty must know about it. Whether he is satisfied or not, he will not blame His Majesty."

"That's a reasonable statement. When you're done with your work, I'll credit you for your advice," Jiang Zilin nodded in satisfaction, took a look at the sky, took the roster and went out.

The official office where Bai Qi was located was not far from where he was, which made it easier for Jiang Zilin to rush there.

"Bai Qi," Jiang Zilin said to Bai Qi even more warmly than before, "It just so happens that I have something to trouble you."

Bai Qi took a sip of tea and asked Jiang Zilin to sit down.

Jiang Zilin glanced at it casually, and found that it seemed to be a herbal tea for reducing fire. He couldn't help thinking, did Bai Qi get angry?

Jiang Zilin didn't have time to think about it, so he briefly introduced the matter, and then looked at Bai Qi expectantly.

With a heartbeat, Bai Qi took the roster, opened it on the table, and finished the ink slowly.

"It's not difficult, I have a little idea," Bai Qi dipped his pen into the ink.

Jiang Zilin was overjoyed, "Bai Qi, come on!"

Bai Qi flipped through the roster at the end, and smiled, his eyes were particularly sharp.

The front is full of content, except for the portraits that have not been posted yet, the biographies of these women have already been posted, all of them are good, either they have a backing or they are capable, and they are all women of the right age.

Ji Shao said that he wanted to take the rest of the people, and Bai Qi secretly reached an agreement with her, but Ji Shao thought that at most he would give her a part, and Bai Qi had already started planning to give them all to her.

Bai Qi flipped through the roster at the end and smiled.

There is a large space at the back, probably reserved for the rest of the people. Jiang Zilin has already stamped his official seal, and is waiting to fill in the last name, so he can submit it directly.

Just as Jiang Zilin was about to take out the simple information of the two women, Bai Qi held a pen, turned the roster to the first page again, and added the word "Bai Qi" in the blank space in front.

Jiang Zilin looked at the roster, his eyes widened, and the smile on his face froze immediately. Holding the last sliver of luck, he hesitated between blocking and not blocking, "You, your family has a sister with the same name? Or is it wrong? It's not as good as now Change it back,"

"If you add one person, the quotas for the two women will be deleted together. You don't have to think about it too much, and you can avoid Mr. Jiang's worries," Bai Qi said, not forgetting to note the person's life and content according to the format. All in one go.

[I am the fourth grade of the official inspectorate, with a gentle personality and a handsome demeanor.

Jiang Zilin's eyes darkened, and he reached out to take the roster away, "It's getting late, why don't I take this roster first—"

Bai Qi nodded and interrupted him, "It's getting late, I'll send this roster to the palace first and hand it over to Your Majesty."

As he spoke, Bai Qi avoided Jiang Zilin's hand, and called the guards. He still had a calm expression on his face, unable to see the thoughts in his heart, "Come here, Jiang Shangshu has worked hard, send Master Shangshu back to rest!"

Stopped by the guards, Jiang Zilin watched Bai Qi walk away, barely catching his breath.

He did not give up and asked the person next to him, "Is he really entering the palace?"

How dare Bai Qi spread it out like this!Although there were rumors outside, he always thought that they were all fake, otherwise someone would come to Bai Qi at this time in a twitch!

The guard said proudly: "Of course, my lord will enter the palace to accompany His Majesty every day."

Jiang Zilin: "..."

God is going to kill him!

That night, there was a knock on the door of the Qin Mansion.

Prime Minister Qin originally planned to go to the backyard to rest, but had to go to the front hall to entertain guests.

Holding the teacup, Jiang Zilin became gloomy, looking extremely bitter, "I'm already old, is it easy for me! Why do these young people insist on provoking me like this?"

Prime Minister Qin walked over unhurriedly, and asked, "What's wrong with you? You're not holding a talent show recently, and you're in a hurry?"

Jiang Zilin wanted to cry, "I took the roster of the draft and gave it to Bai Qi. Ask him for advice?"

Prime Minister Qin: "?"

He reluctantly said: "I have an idea."

Jiang Zilin continued: "He added his name on the spot, and added it to the first column on the first page."

As long as His Majesty reads it, he will never miss it.

Prime Minister Qin: "!"

He immediately sat up straight and asked again and again: "What about the roster?"

Jiang Zilin's eyes were dull, "He took it and entered the palace."

Seeing Prime Minister Qin's reaction, Jiang Zilin pressed his heart and felt that he was not worthy to be an official in the same court as these old foxes. He said quietly: "So, Prime Minister Qin, you already knew?"

Prime Minister Qin: "..."

Hearing the resentment in the words, Prime Minister Qin lowered his head, "Well, drink tea, drink tea."

Forget it, urge Qin Sheng to come back early, and quickly take over this phase.

He is too old to withstand such a storm.

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I'm back, late (I was wrong QAQ)

Strive for a wave of full attendance in September (if I didn't get it, I didn't say it)