Early morning.
Mo Yu looked at Leng Jingcheng standing in the middle and talking, and felt even more satisfied. In just two months, he had become very good at his job.
The uglier Yi Qingyu's face was, the happier Mo Yu felt.
When the court was dismissed, Leng Jingcheng walked to Mo Yu's side.
Leng Jingcheng is now more high-spirited and his temperament is more tactful than before: "My Lord, we haven't gathered together for a long time. We have nothing to do today, why don't we find a place to gather together?"
Mo Yu glanced at Leng Jingcheng, and since he had something else to advise him on, he agreed: "Okay!"
The two of them made an appointment and went to the private room in Qingfeng Tower that they often went to.
After Mo Yu sat down, he kept looking at Leng Jingcheng.
Leng Jingcheng looked at his clothes and found nothing wrong. He couldn't help but ask, "Why is the Marquis looking at me like this? Is there anything wrong?"
Mo Yu chuckled and shook his head.
He said in a very conscientious manner: "Nothing, but I feel that Brother Leng has changed a lot in such a short period of time."
Leng Jingcheng lowered his eyes to not see his expression, and said in a light tone: "My Lord, people will change. If I remained unchanged, I would have been skinned and eaten by someone, and I wouldn't even know who the murderer was."
Leng Jingcheng also knew that although the emperor's appreciation was indispensable for his move today, he also had to thank Mo Yu for the most part.
Without him, his early career path would have been extremely difficult.
"I have everything I have now thanks to you, my Lord."
I said it with great gratitude.
Although they didn't specify what they were thanking him for, both of them were smart people and drank three rounds of wine.
Mo Yu then slowly spoke: "Jing Cheng, do you want to go further?"
Leng Jingcheng looked at Mo Yu in confusion, not understanding what this meant. He had been promoted to Chief Censor in a short period of time, and he only had one immediate superior above him.
Nowadays, even his father, the current prime minister, is impressed by his promotion, saying that his achievements are something that some officials may never achieve in their entire lives.
Mo Yu tapped the table lightly: "Jingcheng, people should have a broader vision. Think about who you belong to? Who does your immediate boss belong to?"
Leng Jingcheng was startled and stood up suddenly. He had been so busy during this period that he had no time to think about it.
Strictly speaking, he is a member of the royalist party, and his immediate superior is from the Ninth Prince's party. How could the Emperor allow every one of his decrees and reports submitted from various places to be submitted to the Ninth Prince's people for review before being handed over to the Emperor
It is imperative to get rid of the Chief Censor who is in charge of several Censorate offices!
Mo Yu looked at Leng Jingcheng and felt even more satisfied as he understood everything immediately.
Mo Yu walked up to Leng Jingcheng and whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty has reached the limit of enduring the days of being controlled by others. Now that you are able to handle various things, you should understand what to do next!"
Although Leng Jingcheng's mind was more mature than his peers, he was still a teenager after all. When he heard such a thing, he stuttered: "Hou... Hou Ye... You mean, kill... kill... him!"
Mo Yu shook his head, and the smile on his face became even gentler: "How could it be murder? Wouldn't that be a disgrace to Tianyu Country? There are many handles for what he did. It depends on how you use them!"
Leng Jingcheng nodded blankly, feeling a little stiff all over.
For some reason, he originally felt that he understood Mo Yu a little and that they were friends, but now he felt that he had never seen through Mo Yu.
Mo Yu patted Leng Jingcheng on the shoulder and left.
"Jingcheng, think carefully about what I said and what I did, and you will understand!"
Leng Jingcheng looked at Mo Yu's back. He was still a little thin. When did Mo Yu start to change
No, maybe he never changed, but he just never saw through him.
Leng Jingcheng didn't know how long he stayed in the room. When he returned to the mansion, it was already dark.
His father Leng Xingchang was sitting in the hall waiting for him.
Leng Xingchang looked at Leng Jingcheng's absent-minded appearance, and could not help but frowning. He said in a deep voice: "Come with me to the study!"
Leng Jingcheng responded and followed Leng Xingchang.
As soon as he entered the room, Leng Xingchang spoke directly: "Did Mo Yu ask you to do something?"
Leng Jingcheng looked at Leng Xingchang in shock. He never expected that his father, who had always been mediocre, actually knew about this matter.
Leng Xingchang seemed not to notice Leng Jingcheng's shocked expression, and continued, "According to your current position in the Censorate, all you can do is seek the position of Imperial Censor."
Leng Jingcheng smacked his lips and said, "Father, you actually knew that?"
Leng Xingchang chuckled, and the deep thoughts in his eyes made people dare not look directly at him: "What's so hard about this? A country can only have one emperor. Do you think the current emperor will allow someone to step on his head?"
He sighed and continued, "I have been pretending for so many years, but I am finally caught in this vortex."
Leng Jingcheng looked at his father in confusion.
"don't know?"
"How could you possibly trip up that old fox with your abilities? Mo Yu has plotted against me as well. Why do you think Mo Yu was so kind to help you deal with Aunt Hong?"
Leng Jingcheng said dully: "Father, you know."
Leng Xingchang: "You are not ruthless enough. By the time I knew the truth, it was too late. Mo Yu had already got the evidence against you."
"He had long seen that I was deliberately using Aunt Hong to polish you, so he encouraged you to take action in advance."
Only then did Leng Jingcheng know the truth of the matter.
Leng Xingchang suddenly pressed down Leng Jingcheng's shaking hand and scolded him, "Calm down."
Leng Jingcheng only realized that Leng Xingchang was shaking when he heard his scolding.
Leng Jingcheng stammered, "Father."
Leng Xingchang said soothingly: "Okay, don't worry too much. Although Mo Yu wanted to use you, he also pushed you forward. It's hard to say who will win or lose in this game between him and the Ninth Prince."
"Now that Mo Yu has let you take the position, our Leng family can only be tied to the Weiwu Marquis Mansion."
It took Leng Jingcheng a long while to come back to his senses, but he still felt an inexplicable fear towards Mo Yu.
He said to Leng Xingchang dejectedly: "Father, it's all my fault."
Leng Xingchang shook his head: "It's hard to say whether this matter is right or wrong. This situation may be a good choice. The late emperor entrusted the government to me. In order to protect the Leng family, I gradually withdrew from the center of power. Now, even if I go to the underworld, I can still face the late king."
"If the emperor can keep the throne, our Leng family will be able to prosper for at least a few more decades."