Sitting high on the dragon chair, the emperor watched the performance of the courtiers below, with an imperceptible smile on his lips, waved Xin Qiwu back, and said softly: "You all think that Xin Qiwu is more suitable? "
"Yes, Your Majesty." All the courtiers bowed down to the ground, their voices drawn out, and they took a deep breath to show their respect.
Qin Heng, the Counselor of the Privy Council who proposed Fan Xian to be an envoy to the Northern Qi Dynasty, glanced at His Majesty in surprise, and quickly retracted his eyes. At this time, all the officials agreed that Fan Xian was not suitable to be an envoy, and His Majesty would probably change his mind.
"I have a somewhat different opinion from yours."
The hall immediately became quiet, only to hear the faint voice of Emperor Qing echoing in the palace: "The so-called jade cannot be made into a weapon. Fan Xian's demeanor in front of the hall that day, you must remember clearly. Although he is a civil servant, But he also had the courage to slaughter assassins on Niulan Street, so how can such a talent be always messed around in the quiet yamen of Taichang Temple and Taiyuan Academy."
Hearing this, everyone understood that His Majesty had already made up his mind, but they didn't understand why His Majesty insisted on letting Fan Xian go to Northern Qi.
The emperor glanced at the group of officials indifferently, and continued: "The experience is insufficient, so more experience is needed. I think Fan Xianxing, let him handle this errand."
If the Son of Heaven says yes, then it will be done.
The officials didn't dare to say much, but Lin Ruofu and Fan Jian's faces showed a little bit of worry. They would not deliberately hide this. As men and fathers, it is natural to have such a reaction. If you want to pretend Out of joy, my emperor is wise, but it will make His Majesty and the officials look down upon him.
"Fan Jian." The emperor looked at the servant of the household department and frowned slightly.
"The minister is here."
Fan Jian was slightly startled when he heard his name, and hurried out.
The emperor said softly: "I want your son to take on this job, do you have any ideas?"
Fan Jian was silent for a while, then woke up immediately, and replied with a smile, "I dare not think."
"Don't you dare or don't?"
"I dare not."
"What would you think if you dared?"
It was snowing outside the palace, and the inside of the palace was as warm as spring, but because of these few conversations between the monarch and his ministers, it became as awe-inspiring as outside. The officials who had a good relationship with Fan Jian couldn't help secretly worrying, wondering why Mr. Sinan Bo was so messed up in the response in front of the palace today.
After a while, I heard Fan Jian answering His Majesty's words softly: "The subject and the dog have been separated for sixteen years, and now they have only met for a few months, and it is unbearable to be separated again."
The word "can't bear" echoed softly in the palace, and I don't know whose ears it will fall into.
The emperor smiled slightly, knowing that the other party was talking to him, but this partner who grew up all the way, actually didn't understand the real intention of sending Fan Xian to Beiqi. It seems that Chen Pingping is the only one who understands herself best.
"It's just a few months, go in the middle of spring and return at the beginning of autumn, what can't you bear?"
The emperor didn't wait for Fan Jian to speak again, smiled and waved his hands, and announced the decree: "The minister of the household department is old and sick, and has been recuperating for a long time. I issued an order to comfort him. Reward... Fan Jian, the left servant of the household department, will take up the post of minister."
The courtiers had no objection. Fan Jian had already covered the sky with one hand in the household department, but he hadn't straightened it all the time. Some senior officials who were full of bad water couldn't help but muttered in their hearts, thinking that Fan Shilang had straightened his family's Liu family. He straightened him up. If Mr. Shi Lang had known this earlier, would he have straightened Mrs. Liu many years ago
Of course, all the officials thought in their hearts that this was His Majesty's first-hand compensation for sending Fan Xian to Northern Qi earlier.
Fan Jian knew that there was no way to turn this matter around, so he looked calm and went forward to kowtow to thank him. The emperor turned to Lin Ruofu again, and said with a smile, "Master Prime Minister, your love is newly married, so I will send Fan Xian out. What do you want to say?"
Prime Minister Lin Ruofu came out with a wry smile. The monarchs and ministers of the Qing Kingdom seemed to be harmonious, but in fact the monarchy was so powerful that no one dared to try to tease him a little bit. He was a little puzzled by Fan Jian's actions before. At this time, His Majesty asked When it came to himself, he naturally didn't dare to say anything, and replied calmly: "Fan Xian should be tempered."
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After the court meeting, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be in a better mood, and drove back to the harem. The ministers walked along the straight road to the high palace wall, and congratulated Fan Jian one after another, congratulating him on his appointment as Minister of the Household Department.
Guo Youzhi, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, jokingly said: "Master Fan, from now on, the old men will receive their salaries from you, but the Buick picks too much."
Fan Jian chuckled, shook his head and said, "Master Guo likes to tell naughty jokes." Fan Xian scolded Guo Baokun a few times, but above the court, there seemed to be no quarrel between the two adults.
Walking outside, Lin Ruofu coughed lightly, and walked forward, the officials saluted the prime minister, knowing that he must have something to say to his in-laws, so they dispersed a little. Lin Ruofu said softly: "Lord Fan, why does Your Majesty insist on sending Fan Xian to the Northern Qi Dynasty?"
The two are now in-laws, so naturally there is less hypocrisy. Fan Jian smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, maybe... I really want to sharpen my dog?" He said so, but he knew in his heart, he must It was that damn cripple who did something behind the scenes, but after thinking about it, it might be a good choice for Fan Xian to leave the capital temporarily to avoid the prince and the second prince's wooing, and wait until the eldest prince leads the army back to Beijing.
Lin Ruofu seemed to have thought of this at the same time, but he had deeper doubts. It seemed that His Majesty cared too much about his "beloved son-in-law". Could it be because of Chen'er
The Prime Minister shook his head, smiled and said to his relatives: "Dabao has been on the mountain recently, please trouble Mr. Fan."
"Where are you talking?" Fan Jian said with a smile: "We are all one family. In another month, when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the envoy mission to Northern Qi will leave Beijing. At that time, I will let Wan'er often return to the prime minister's mansion." have a look."
"Yeah, Dabao is not in the mansion these days, and I often feel that the mansion is deserted." Lin Ruofu sighed if he felt something, "Master Fan, if you have free time, you might as well come to my mansion for a walk."
"Master Xiang has an order, how dare you refuse?" Fan Jian smiled.
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It was a secluded and unpopulated place, and there were two carriages, and those two half-year-old conspirators who had stood behind Fan Xian for more than ten years were still hiding in their own carriages and talking.
"I said before that I don't want him to have anything to do with the Overwatch Council!" Fan Jian, who had just been promoted to Minister of the Household Department, seemed to have no joy in his voice, and was extremely cold.
Chen Pingping, who was in the opposite carriage, hissed and laughed twice, and said, "Being an envoy to Northern Qi has nothing to do with my broken courtyard."
Fan Jian couldn't help raising the side curtain of the carriage, and said coldly: "It's okay? Don't think I don't know what you want to do. Now that Sean is in your hands, you can kill him if you want. Why let him fight for this reputation? Sean You and I should know what kind of person he is."
"I haven't forgotten that you also have part of His Majesty's power in your hands. I believe there are people from you even in the courtyard." Chen Pingping still laughed in a low voice, and there seemed to be a very sinister taste in her laughter.
"If you and I meet in private, I'm afraid His Majesty won't like it either. As for Xiao En, it doesn't matter if he can be killed or not. I have squeezed his bone marrow for twenty years, and there is nothing left. Besides, the young emperor of Northern Qi may not have our master." With such a big heart, whether he dares to use the secret spy leader of the former Wei Dynasty is another matter. As for Fan Xian's envoy to Northern Qi this time, it is really the emperor's intention. Master Fan also knows that if the child is allowed to stay in Beijing , being dragged by the prince and the second prince every day, I'm afraid it will cause great trouble in the future."
Fan Jian became quiet all of a sudden, knowing that this was a fatal problem, and Fan Xian must not be allowed to get involved in the struggle for the royal family's succession. He lowered the side curtains on the car wall, closed his eyes and leaned on the soft cushion, still unable to rest assured that the child he had taken care of for more than ten years would have any relationship with such horrible institutions as the Overwatch Council.
As if guessing what he was thinking, Chen Pingping said coldly: "Since His Majesty has agreed to this arrangement, you can rest assured."
No one saw a sneer on the corner of Fan Jian's lips, he said lightly, "Yan Bingyun has been arrested, how can your courtyard cooperate with him?"
"Of course someone will take over."
"Don't send mediocre people!"
Chen Pingping smiled and said: "Perhaps you should do something. You know that the last time Dongyi City sent people into the palace to assassinate the eldest princess' maid, Ye Zhong always suspected that it was done in the courtyard, and the rumors have now spread to Xinyang, so I'm a bit inconvenient here."
Fan Jian's heart skipped a beat.
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On the Cangshan Mountain, the snow is deep, and there is a white mist rising from the hot spring in the distance, but the dancing red-crowned cranes don't know where they went. Fan Xian carefully read the letter sent by his father and Wang Qinian, then rubbed it with his hands until it turned into powder again, and threw it out of the window.
The snow scene outside the window is extremely beautiful, Dabao and Fan Sizhe are making snowmen, a big fat man and a little fat man are arguing non-stop, and only at this time, Fan Sizhe will show the normal appearance of some children, and no longer look like a sour man. Mr. Accountant.
Fan Xian smiled slightly, thinking that it was difficult to travel due to the snow these days, but the Danbo Bookstore in Beijing still sent people to send the accounts to the mountain, and the shopkeeper of Qiye was really loyal to his duty. The business of the bookstore is surprisingly good now. Several branches in central Beijing have gained a firm foothold because of the release of "Banxianzhai Poetry Collection", and the branches of several Danbo Bookstores in neighboring counties have also begun to pay their bills.
Fan Sizhe checked the accounts last night, and seeing the net entry of 23,000 taels of silver, his eyes were a little red, and he kept persuading himself to quickly release the last ten chapters of Shitou Ji. But Fan Xian would not agree to him. This writing of the poem has caused so many troubles. If people know that the Stone Story was also written by himself, who knows what troubles will arise.
The eldest princess has returned to Xinyang, but she still has power in the court. The key is that she doesn't know if it is the crown prince or the second prince whom I have never met before.