Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 509 1 Autumn Leaves Fall

Chapter 509 - Falling Autumn Leaves

Fan Gong's hands froze when he wiped his tears, his expression immediately returned to normal, and he was moved and said: "The emperor's kindness is great, after seeing the Lord Long Live, the old minister was still a little unwell just now, and immediately healed a lot. I think there is no serious problem."

"So, I'm relieved."

The two of them exposed this issue, Fan Gong didn't engage in crying and crying again, and the emperor didn't pursue it anymore.

It's not that Fan Gong didn't want to, but he was caught in the pigtails first.

He understood the implication of Long Live Lord's words, no one cares about anyone, don't be serious, just turn a blind eye and close one eye, if you really want to be serious, then he is the first one here who can't justify it.

Because he didn't go to the court early, someone gave a book, and the excuse used in it was that he was tired and unwell for several days, and he took credit for his contribution and asked for sick leave, but now he appeared here in good spirits, it can't be justified...

The emperor ignored him, looked behind him, and smiled slightly: "Is Xue Aiqing here too?"

Xue Ping and the others were blocked by Fan Gong just now, no one is as fast as this old guy, and they haven't had time to speak after coming up for so long.

After being named, Xue Ping walked forward a few steps to salute: "The minister passed by after finishing his business, saw the traffic, and heard the people praising the demeanor of Taiyuan Mansion Jie Yuan, so he came over to join in the fun out of curiosity, and happened to bump into Fan Gong. Here, together with Fan Gong, I come to pay my respects."

The rest of the courtiers followed suit.

The emperor's eyes stopped on Xue Ping for a while, causing Xue Ping's body to tense up.

Then he suddenly smiled: "Ai Qing, you don't need to be too polite, let's be flat."

The pressure on Xue Ping's body suddenly eased, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Long Live."

Yu Chizhao's coercion is getting stronger day by day, making people unable to fathom it. He is really flustered and short of breath when he is seen, as if he has been seen through.

The emperor walked to the table and sat down. At this time, the meals on the table had been cleaned up and a cup of tea was placed on it.

"Show seats for Duke Fan and all your lovers."

"Yes." Zhang Qing replied, leading someone to move the chair.

Everyone looked at each other, except for Fan Gong, the rest refused one after another, not daring to sit down.

The emperor picked up the teacup and said calmly: "Today, I am visiting privately in micro-clothes. You don't have to be so particular about it. Just sit down."

Only then did everyone dare to sit down and thank you: "Thank you, Long Live Lord."

After everyone sat down, the emperor asked a few more questions about their affairs and what they saw today.

After speaking, Fan Gong began to compliment, saying that the emperor attached great importance to the way of appointing others, and he went out of his way to inspect and uphold the integrity of the imperial examination. It is a blessing to have such a wise king.

The rest of the people echoed one after another, and Xue Ping also echoed a few words, slandering the old guy in his heart, opening and closing his mouth, and the situation was completely reversed, suddenly changing the emperor's disregard of etiquette from going out of the palace to caring about the imperial examination.

The emperor took a sip of tea calmly and looked out the window.

Outside the window, a withered and yellow leaf fell from the tall tree outside the teahouse, was blown by the wind and drifted in, and landed just in front of the emperor's table.

He put down the teacup, picked up the fallen leaf and looked at it: "When the leaves fall in autumn, it's a harvest celebration."

Turning to Xue Ping, she said, "Xue Aiqing, the autumn harvest and winter storage are very important. Whether the people in the world can have a good winter depends on it. It is also related to the spring plowing and production in the coming year. Xue Aiqing and all the lovers in the household department need to take care of it."

Fan Gong couldn't help saying "huh": "Master Xue, the Ministry of Finance is the busiest time right now?"

The implication is why Xue Ping is here, so idle!
Still want to covet his protégé? !
Xue Ping suddenly felt tense, this old fellow Fan Gong...

He got up and left his seat, kowtowed to the emperor and said:

"I am terrified. This is the responsibility of the minister and my colleagues in the household department. I should not be troubled by the word Long Live. I have already distributed the autumn harvest official documents to the state capitals. I know that it is far from enough. I am preparing to call my colleagues to discuss the autumn harvest. For important matters, I will draw up a charter and review it with you, and implement it one by one, so that the people will have a good year. If the Lord has no other intentions, I will resign and deal with this matter."

He arched his hands to Fan Gong again, and said with a smile: "What Fan Gong said is very true. Xue Mou went to the General Administration of Warehouses to inspect the grain storage. After that, I will go back to the Yamen of the Ministry of Households."

The emperor said kindly: "Xue Aiqing has always served the public and restrained herself. I am very relieved. Go, don't work too hard, you can't be exhausted like Duke Fan."

As he spoke, he handed the fallen leaves in his hands to Zhang Qing, signaling to give them to Xue Ping.

Fan Gong's old god was there, without the slightest sense of being clicked, with his beard stroking down and his eyes glistening.

Xue Ping quickly responded, took the fallen leaves with both hands to thank him, and bowed his farewell salute and left respectfully.

When he walked out of the teahouse, he resisted the urge to look up, still holding the fallen leaf in his hand. Although the emperor didn't criticize him a word, he was panicked.

As the Minister of the Household Department, I have time to watch the excitement at this time, but I have no time to take care of the most important autumn harvest. Isn't this negligence or what?
It's just that he couldn't figure it out, whether the emperor thought of it inadvertently, or on purpose, he couldn't figure it out.

Over the years, the emperor has become more and more sophisticated, so he really can't understand, and can't guess what the emperor's attitude and opinion are towards him.

In short, he is going to be busy next time, and the emperor single-handedly pointed out this matter, so he has to take care of it himself, and can't just ask a few words like before.

After Xue Ping left, the teahouse was quiet.

Fan Gong stroked his beard and didn't speak, while the others dared not speak.

The emperor raised his eyelids and glanced at the crowd: "If you have nothing to do, you can go on your own."

As if they were pardoned, everyone hurriedly saluted and retired.

Fan Gong was calm and leisurely, and he was the last one to leave. At his age, he is not afraid of the little shoes worn by the Long Live Lord, not to mention that the Long Live Lord is a Ming Lord, so how can he wear small shoes for others, Xue Ping is an exceptional exception ...

After Fan Gong left, the emperor couldn't help laughing and scolding: "The old man is fine."

As if he had guessed what he was going to do, he was too old to become a genius.

On the street outside the Imperial College, in an inconspicuous corner.

After listening to the ins and outs of his subordinate's report, Hu Miaomiao pondered for a while and said, "You don't need to worry about your personal grievances. It's important to protect the Long Live Lord. Keep a close eye on it. If anyone is suspicious, report it in time."

"Yes." A young man with an ordinary face, wearing a coarse cloth jacket with double breasts, turned and left without expression.

Hu Miaomiao turned to the back with a smile and shouted: "Master, come again."

The young man was used to it, he didn't react at all, and disappeared into the crowd calmly.

The common people who heard this gave Hu Miaomiao a weird look. It turned out that the fat man was a pimp. He looked fat and white, like a steamed bun, very similar.

Hu Miaomiao naturally ignored the gazes of others. With his fat hands in his hands, he turned his head and glanced at the restaurant. The carriage below had already turned around and left in a hurry, and the person who fell into the building was also carried into the carriage by the people on the carriage. up.

(End of this chapter)

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