The First Young Master of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 982 Zheng An's Transformation

He, Xuan Shijing, was not a relative of the emperor, nor a descendant of a phoenix, so grandiosely recruiting talents to his command, wouldn't it be a way to kill him?

Swear allegiance to yourself?It was not a small trouble to be greeted by someone with a heart.

As for how to let Zheng An deal with the Zheng family, Xuan Shijing hasn't figured it out yet. The Zheng family is now in Chang'an City, except for some actions in dealing with Zheng An, the rest is very honest, and I don't know what the Zheng family thinks Thinking about something.

Now Xuan Shijing wished that the young master of the Zheng family would come out to make troubles, so that at least the people of the Shenhou Mansion could catch some braids.

"Zheng An, the Marquis has prepared a gift for you, how to use it is up to you." Xuan Shijing said, and then winked at Chang Le who was behind him.

Chang Le stepped forward and handed a booklet to Zheng An.

Since Zheng An wants to rely on Xuan Shijing, the big tree, then Xuan Shijing will not let Zheng An suffer. The things have been given to him. In the future, he will hold his head high among his colleagues, or continue to suffer. Let him decide for himself.

The booklet that Chang Le gave to Zheng An recorded some private matters of Zheng An's colleagues. It was said that they were private matters. If they were leaked out, their official robes would be taken away directly.

Zheng An casually flipped through a few pages, and he had a clue in his mind. He couldn't help sighing, leaning against a big tree is a good way to enjoy the shade. If he has such power, why should he be angry with those people? This booklet is in his hands, as long as he reveals it a little bit With a little word of mouth, life will be much easier than before.

Is this considered to be the end of the day?
After the time for lunch, Zheng An still has to go back to his seat to deal with things. There are still many things piled up on the desk today that have not been dealt with yet.

But before going back, Zheng An thought over the brochure Chang Le gave him.

There are many things on Zheng An's desk that are not what he should do at all. Sitting in front of the desk, he looks at the idle colleagues around him, while in front of him is a pile of official documents.

Zheng An started to classify them into categories, whoever should belong to them should belong, right?

I didn't dare to make mistakes before because I was afraid that his seat would not be kept. If he couldn't keep this seat, he would have no chance of turning over in the future. How could he avenge his mother?It's different now.

If I can't keep my seat, the people around me will be buried with me.

After sorting out the official documents, Zheng An put the sorted out official documents on the desks of his colleagues, causing many people to look sideways at him.

Zheng An smiled slightly: "These things should be mine, I will not shirk them, if they are not mine, I will not help anyone else, the court will not support idlers, if the adults have opinions, you can go with your majesty carry."

"Zheng An, we let you deal with more things to train you. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

"Master Zhao, how much Zheng An has, I know in my heart, but Master Zhao, is life in Pingkangfang going well?"

This Mr. Zhao is very fearful of guilt, because his wife's family background is much higher than his. He has climbed up to others, so he belongs to the weak side in the family, and he can't hold his head up in front of his wife. It is a secret to keep an outside room in Pingkangfang, and not many people know about it, so when Zheng An mentioned Pingkangfang, Mr. Zhao felt a sudden in his heart, secretly screaming that it was not good.

On weekdays, in order to please the Zheng family, he bullied Zheng An a lot. If Zheng An revealed the matter of raising a concubine, then his wife's natal family would not spare him, and his official career would really come to an end.

"Okay, Zheng An, you are fine." Master Zhao looked at Zheng An viciously.

"An, it's very good. You don't need Mr. Zhao to worry about it. Mr. Zhao should worry more about the official documents on your desk. When An Fang arrived here, your lord told Ann that the official documents were not processed that day, but you can't return them." Home." Zheng An said with a smile.

Every day when Zheng An handles official documents, he is the first to deal with his own. It is already afternoon, and the official documents belonging to Mr. Zhao have not been moved at all. According to Mr. Zhao's efficiency, I am afraid that he will not be able to go back at night. will be on time.

As for whether he would be reprimanded by his strict wife when he came home late, that had nothing to do with Zheng An.

Some officials around were very surprised to see Zheng An's attitude. What happened to Zheng An today? He used to sit there for a whole day, even if he was bullied, he would keep silent. It seems that the minions are sharper.

Could it be that Zheng An followed Mao, or did he belong to the Zheng family?

Is this revenge on people like myself?

"Hey, who is this? The wings are not hard yet, but you are yelling at your colleagues. Mr. Zheng An, this attitude is very unfriendly."

Coincidentally, a person walked in outside the yard, and the surrounding officials saw, isn't this the young master of the Zheng family?
If Zheng An followed the Zheng family's wishes, why would the young master of the Zheng family come here to find fault with Zheng An?
"Young Master Zheng was joking. It is common sense for everyone to perform their duties in the yamen. You can't let Mr. Zhao just take the imperial salary, but do nothing? In this way, Mr. Zhao will feel ashamed in his heart. The emperor's kindness is so great, I am ashamed of my trust in His Majesty, Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"

Mr. Zhao is caught between the eldest son of the Zheng family and Zheng An, he doesn't know what to say, but he understands one thing in his heart, Zheng An has a backer behind him, but this backer is definitely not the Zheng family.

"Hmph, bastard, you have no other skills, but you can use your tongue. I want to see how long you can dance."

If you want to rectify Zheng An, the young master of the Zheng family is not in a hurry. Anyway, he keeps making moves on weekdays, and he is not in a hurry. It's just that Zheng An, a bastard, dared to contradict himself in front of him. This account must be recorded severely. up.

"Zheng An, be careful when you go home at night."

Zheng An smiled: "I've never done anything bad on weekdays, so I'm not afraid of it, but Young Master Zheng, who does a lot of bad things on weekdays, it's best not to take night walks, otherwise I will walk too many night walks. something will happen.”

Between words, Zheng An fought back.

"Hmph, let's wait and see." The young master of the Zheng family gave Zheng An a contemptuous look.

A son of a bastard who doesn't even recognize his father, even if he passed the imperial examination, he has no right to be arrogant in front of the Zheng family. This bastard thinks he is really a person.

In Xuanwu Building, Xuan Shijing stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, overlooking the vibrant Xuanwu Lake. After hearing the movement behind him, he asked, "How?"

(End of this chapter)