Zheng Zhongguang had no choice but to go out and salute. The emperor raised his eyebrows and glanced at Cui Xuhong. Cui Xuhong lowered his head with an embarrassed smile on his face. The emperor cursed the old man in his heart, but his eyes finally turned to Zheng Zhongguang.
"Your Majesty, although Wei Chen is familiar with ancient Anhui, but for the local officials in Anhui Province, Wei Chen has been thinking about it for a long time and there is really no suitable candidate for him. With the talent in the capital, Wei Chen has not been back in Chang'an for a long time, and he has just returned to Chang'an. I haven't recovered from my illness for a long time. It's not easy to speak nonsense about such an important position. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Zheng Zhongguang's attitude was extremely respectful.
Fortunately, before entering the palace, Xiao Zimu had already sent Xin Ya to give him some advice last night.
Zheng Zhongguang thought about these words all night, and he said them appropriately. Inadvertently, he also thanked Xiao Zimu for saving his life.
The emperor did not expect him to be able to reveal the ugly Yin Mao. Even if he did, it would not be advisable for the candidate to be recommended by an official from Wanzhou.
Therefore, the emperor waved his hand to ask him to retreat, but did not embarrass him.
All ministers were envious that Zheng Zhongguang had completely stayed out of the matter of recommendation.
In comparison, Cui Xuhong, who was still out of the queue, was standing there looking quite embarrassed.
The emperor's eyes withdrew from Zheng Zhongguang and glanced at Cui Xuhong again. Cui Xuhong raised his head slightly and saw that the corner of the emperor's mouth was half-smile but not a smile. His expression seemed to be asking him, "What else do you want this time?" Words of excuse.
The veins on Cui Xuhong's forehead jumped. He glanced at the ministers in the hall and saw that one of them was looking at him intently. He couldn't help but have a flash of inspiration and said to the emperor: "Wei Chen feels that Mr. Jing, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, is more important." He is a good candidate. He has always been in charge of criminal law and knows the regulations well. If he takes up the post of governor of Wanzhou, he will definitely be able to suppress the officials of Wanzhou with thunderous force."
Cui Xuhong's words struck a chord in the emperor's heart, and the emperor's favorite candidate was also Jing Qibin.
It's just that he can't open this mouth himself.
After all, although the governor of Wanzhou was also a second-rank official, he said it was a flat tone, but to Jing Qibin, it was equivalent to a covert tone. There was no comparison between the Beijing official and the foreign official.
In recent years, Jing Qibin has served as the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments well, and he has worked hard even without any merit. The emperor really couldn't let go of this reputation and threw this hot potato to him.
But now, when Cui Xuhong said these words, it was different.
After listening to Cui Xuhong's words, the ministers thought about it carefully and found that he was indeed a good candidate.
Voices of support arose instantly, and Xiao Yanjun and Min Zhisong also greatly agreed.
To them, Jing Qibin is the emperor's man. They can't pry or pull him away. If they can drive him to Wanzhou, it will be beneficial to them without any harm. The free punishment department The position of minister can still be spent on some things.
Although they also wanted the position of governor of Wanzhou, they could not ask for it no matter what. They just asked Jing Qibin to go to Wanzhou to stay for a while. Whether he could secure this position was another matter.
In a moment, the ministers in the Taihe Palace came to a tacit understanding, and they all praised Cui Xuhong as a good candidate.
Jing Qibin was the only one whose face turned black into charcoal.
The emperor's face, which had just softened, turned cold again after hearing the voices of support from Xiao Yanjun, Min Zhisong and others.
They could think of this, but the emperor never thought of it. This is why he did not call Jing Qibin privately for a detailed discussion.
"That's enough." The emperor's face was stern, and he stopped the other ministers' voices of agreement. He glanced at Jing Qibin, who was embarrassed and uneasy, and saw that his face was full of grievance.
The emperor frowned and asked in a displeased tone: "Apart from Mr. Jing, is there no other candidate in the whole court?"
Silence returned to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and Cui Xuhong retreated quietly. Anyway, the emperor wanted to recommend someone, and he had already recommended it. Whether he would accept it or not, it had nothing to do with him.
The remaining ministers began to have headaches again, frowning and wondering if there were any suitable candidates.
Even more troublesome than them was Jing Qibin. The words the emperor just said, 'Is there anyone but Mr. Jing
Jing Qibin was more anxious than anyone else at the moment, and he was thinking more carefully about candidates than anyone else. The Ministry of Punishment bit the Ministry of Works, and the Ministry of Works dragged people from other ministries into the trap.
On July 25th, in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the ministers were bitten into pieces. The emperor rubbed his forehead with a splitting headache and left with his sleeves. Mixed with Eunuch Li's words: "Retreat from the court..."
The people in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were still arguing and arguing, and they were complimenting each other.
This was the case for the next several days of morning court. The emperor always walked away, and the ministers did not recommend a second suitable candidate.
Just when the emperor was planning to summon Jing Qibin to the palace privately to appease him and let him go to Wanzhou to suffer for two years, Xiao Mubai entered the palace to bid farewell.
He first went to Yongxin Palace to say goodbye to Concubine Qi, then went to see Xiao Muhong, and then Shi Shiran went to the imperial study to say goodbye to the emperor.
When the emperor saw him, he smiled for the first time in many days, waved to him, and asked him to sit next to him.
"Why did you choose today to enter the palace? You should get more rest at this time." The emperor also knew over the years that at the end of the month, Xiao Mubai's body would feel like it had fallen into an ice cellar, and his blood would freeze and the cold would be overwhelming.
In previous years, he would enter the palace one day early when bidding farewell, but this time it was just right.
The emperor looked at Xiao Mubai's slightly pale and cold face, his heart felt soft, and he reached out lovingly to take his hand.
"Father knows that my body is cold." Xiao Mubai stepped aside and spoke calmly with his eyelids lowered.
The emperor felt even more distressed after hearing these words, and insisted on taking his hand and placing it in his palm. The touch was cold and biting, and his face was moved by it, and the look of grief was beyond words.
"Father, my son and minister are all right. I have become accustomed to it over the years." Xiao Zimu pursed his lips and his tone became warmer.
The emperor frowned and stared at him for a long time. Then he patted his hand and sighed. Even if he has the world and is the king of a country, there are times when he can do nothing.
"Go back early and rest. You need to pay special attention to keeping warm tonight. If you are still weak tomorrow, it's okay to walk for two days." Although the emperor tried his best to hold back, there was still a sense of powerlessness in his voice.
Xiao Mubai slightly curved his lips and responded: "Yes, my father should also take more care of his dragon body. My son has not been in the palace for a few days. When I first came in, I saw Eunuch Li's face and was frightened. I think my father has been there recently." He must not have a good face and be in a bad mood."
After the emperor heard what he said, he thought of the candidate for the post of governor of Wanzhou that had worried him recently. He snorted and cursed: "I can't even recommend anyone, so what's the use of raising them?"
(End of chapter)