Lang Jun is coming

Chen Juncong was still arguing quietly with Song Fu in front of the gate of Wende Hall, the sleeves of his official uniform were crumpled due to being pulled.

It's a pity that Song Fu is an old hand at slippery, as slippery as a catfish, he can't hold it no matter what.

Originally, he was the Shaoqing of Sinong Temple and belonged to the second in command.It's not Chen Juncong's turn to worry about this job.It's just that the immediate boss is weak and sick, always looks like a tuberculosis, and asks for leave every three days.Over time, the actual power holder of Sinong Temple became him.

"Song Yousi was in charge of half the salary of the Six Departments, and Si Nong Temple was supplied with Lumi. This year's festival rewards should be reconciled."

Chen Juncong took Song Fu's arm, just not giving him a chance to hide.

Song Fu held the letter to be presented in one hand, trying to break free in various ways.

"Why does Chen Shaoqing insist on dragging Song? I can't get away, I really can't get away."

This sentence is true.

Ever since Pei Lian disturbed the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River, the turmoil spread to the six departments of the imperial court, and his right secretary followed him with a lot of trivial matters.It is easy to see that Jiangnan has stabilized, and the backlog of official affairs can finally be seen.

Reconciliation?Find someone else under him.

What's more, there are many and complicated affairs in his mansion recently, and he is very lack of skills.

The internal servants passing by only saw the two people in scarlet official robes arguing in the waiting time, their faces were flushed, which was very different from the rules above the court, and they almost rolled up their sleeves and threw away the etiquette of the civil servants of Shi Laozi.

Here, Fang Pei Lian and Gu Sheng saw a rather funny scene after Xiao Liu'er opened the door.

"cough!"

Xiao Liu'er coughed and reminded at the right time, "The official invites two adults to enter the Nuan Pavilion to talk."

The two immediately withdrew their hands, straightened the slightly crooked Futou, smoothed the wrinkles on their clothes and stepped into the hall.

The moment the two groups of people passed by, Pei Lian patted Chen Juncong's right shoulder, laughing jokingly.

Chen Juncong couldn't help twitching with a hard-working and tense expression, gritted his teeth to suppress the depression, and bowed into the warm pavilion.

It's all day and night, and my hungry chest sticks to my back.The days of being an official are really hard.

As soon as Pei Lian and Gu Sheng left, the official picked up the New Year's greeting flyer that was left alone on the table and continued to look at it.

The handwriting on the fly stickers is the official Taige style.The writing is strong and the relaxation is moderate.

"Respectfully, His Majesty the Emperor is bowing to Qingming, and filial piety is everywhere..."

A large part of the previous eloquent paragraph is full of praise.The official's eyes shifted lightly, only skipping important words and sentences.In a blink of an eye, it's the end of the flying post.

"The minister should obey the edict and abide by the county talisman. Although he is in the south of the Yangtze River, his face is not close at hand. If you dare to lead the land, I wish you the day after tomorrow. Wu Shun worships Wu Shun, who knows a certain military state in the south of the Yangtze River."

There is no confidential content in the whole post, but it has explained that the situation in Jiangnan has stabilized and everything is fine, just rest assured.

It doesn't matter if Fei Tie said something general about people who want to meet each other during the Yuan Day Great Court Meeting.

"Officials."

Chen Juncong and Song Fu stood still, listening to the sound of paper coming from the table.

Song Fu rolled his eyes and spoke first.

"official……"

A hand suddenly and softly pulled him back, Chen Juncong took a step forward, clasped his hands and said in a loud voice: "Si Nong Siqing happened to take a leave of absence due to the cold the day before yesterday, and I am temporarily acting as a substitute. I am here to ask the officials whether the rewards for the New Year's Day will be returned." Need to add?"

Most of the rewards are the same every year, but in the past there were exceptions where officials changed tricks on a whim.

"Just follow the old rules."

The officials responded indifferently.

He also heard Chen Juncong say: "The minister discussed with Yousi of the Song Dynasty, and soon drew up the accounts of the property and presented it to the officials for review."

As soon as these words came out, Song Fu knew that he would not be able to escape from this pile of affairs.He secretly groaned in his heart, but on his face he could only pretend to be kind to his colleagues.

When his smiling face almost froze, he felt that the time interval was almost up, and he bowed and handed over the letter in his hand.

"I have something to report."

Xiao Liu'er stepped forward to take the letter and put it on the official desk, then quietly retreated to the side with his hands folded.

There are not many handwritings on the letter, but the officials are rarely interested in asking: "Your son Song Yiqing wants to go to the special memorial?"

Song Fu replied: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, the official relaxed his body, put his arms on the wooden chair and fell into deep thought.It took a while before he spoke, "I remember that your son was born with dystocia, and it was extremely dangerous."

After finishing speaking, it was rare to let go of the usual emperor's majesty and laughed: "Song Yousi was still in the palace that day. Under worry, he hurried out of the gate of Wende Hall and twisted his feet."

The always solemn hall suddenly became a little lively, and Xiao Liu'er smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't forget to remind him at the right time.

"It was the villain who helped Mr. Song up."

Chen Juncong simply smiled, and wondered how Song Fu could raise a son like Song Yiqing.No matter the appearance or personality, it is completely different.

Of course, he didn't know that Song Fu was afraid of guilt, and his wife had half the credit for his son's development.

Because of a letter seeking a special name, Song Fu was inexplicably made fun of by bringing up old events, and Song Fu surrendered quite innocently.

"Back then, I was young and vigorous, and made the officials laugh at me."

Fortunately, everyone laughed and laughed, and knew that enough was enough.

"The sun and the moon fly fast. I was still the crown prince at that time. In the blink of an eye, it has been 20 years."

The official waved his hand and sighed.Picking up the writing brush on the pen stand, dipped it in cinnabar, and wrote the word "read" on the letter calmly.

The special name is the way that officials' children often take, and there is no reason to reject it.Unless the person involved is full of evil and everyone knows it.

Although the letter was approved, the official looked down on the joke, and solemnly ordered, "My son will take part in Chunwei first, if he can be nominated on the list. During the palace examination, I will take the exam myself."

"I thank the officials on behalf of the dog."

Song Fu's attitude was very correct, and he didn't dare to relax just because the official agreed to the special performance.

After all, Song Yiqing had to pass the Chunwei re-examination first if he wanted to stand in the Hall of Jiying and fight for fame.

The Heng Dynasty already has the largest number of scholars among all dynasties, but there are no more than a hundred people every year.Divided into the top three, the number of places for each class is still pitifully small.

In the final analysis, strength still wins.