Manchu traitor, how can you let me be the emperor of the ages

Chapter 112 Yan Song: The Censor must supervise and command!

Gao Shilian knew that he might be promoted, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

The day before yesterday, I entered the palace to face the Holy Spirit. Yesterday, someone from the Ministry of Officials went to Yongshou County to get the documents of Changsun Wuji. This morning, the official post of Dian Shi was completed!

This horse riding is too fast, right?
"The old man has been a doctor in the Ministry of Criminal Justice for so many years, and I have never seen such a high efficiency in the court."

Gao Shilian stroked his beard, his old face was full of emotion, and at the same time there was a hint of anticipation.

Changsun Wuji also slowly recovered and nodded.

Gao Shilian sipped his tea and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is also sincerely doing it for your own good, even taking into consideration that the classics and history are not popular!"

"If you overpromote some other official, not only will it attract material criticism, you won't even be able to pass the county examination next year!"

Changsun Wuji nodded emphatically, his tiger eyes were full of emotion: "It was just a talk in the palace that day. I thought that His Majesty has a lot of things to do every day, so you might forget it when you turn around."

"I didn't expect His Majesty to remember such a small thing!"

I have long thought that His Majesty the Emperor is an easy-going and meticulous person, but he even takes care of such a small matter.

"Auxiliary machine!"

Gao Shilian said with emotion: "Your Majesty cares about you, so you take care of your affairs. If you have a prosperous day in the future, don't forget your majesty's kindness today."

Gao Shilian attaches great importance to etiquette, and the concept of knowing kindness and repaying it is deeply rooted in his heart.

Changsun Wuji's face was solemn, and he patted his chest twice: "Don't worry, uncle, how could I forget it!"

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be thinking about something, and turned his head to look at Gao Shilian: "Uncle, are you about to... be promoted?"

Gao Shilian shook his head with a smile: "The old man's business can't be completed in a short while, so it doesn't matter if you wait."

If it was so easy to be promoted to the fourth rank, there would be as many high-ranking officials in Beijing as dogs.

However, Gao Shilian also had the confidence to wait.

His Majesty the Emperor asked someone to promote Changsun Wuji to the official position, which means that he took this matter to heart.

That being the case, why is Gao Shilian so anxious? ?
Promotion is only a matter of time!

……

Also in the capital, the Gao Mansion received good news of promotion, but others received bad news.

There are ice trays in the four corners of Yan's study room, which is pleasantly cool. There are elegant and exquisite mahogany tables and chairs, and exquisite antiques on the shelf.

"What?? Wei Zheng wants to send someone to follow my father to rescue the disaster??"

Yan Shifan stared at Luo Longwen, who was wearing a red official robe, in disbelief.

"This is the thief!"

Yan Maoqing was also in the study, gnashing her teeth in hatred.

Today he was dismissed by three little censors, so he naturally wouldn't have a good impression of Wei Zheng, the head censor.

Several people were paying attention to this kind of problem, but Yan Song behind the desk hurriedly asked: "Where is He Shen?"

Luo Longwen hurriedly replied: "There are four Supervisory Censors in total, two of them are He Shen, and two are following you, Prime Minister Yan."

"Oh, all right……"

On the contrary, Yan Song breathed a sigh of relief: "Since this is the case, He Shen must not be too arrogant in embezzling money and food!"

Yan Shifan was stunned by his father's thoughts, and hurriedly said after recovering: "Father, what about you? What should you do?"

"The old man is an upright official, and he is not afraid of the shadow if he is upright!"

Yan Song glared at him: "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

"I..." Yan Shifan opened his mouth and found himself speechless.

Luo Longwen noticed the helplessness of the young master, and hurriedly said: "Yan Xiang and the young master don't need to worry too much."

"According to what your subordinate said, His Majesty argued hard and got Wei Zheng to agree to one of his conditions."

"The four censors only have the right to record, and they are responsible for counting the number of victims rescued by Yan Xianghe and his lord, and cannot dictate the decisions of the two lords!"

Yan Shifan was startled.

Yan Song frowned: "How can this be done? The supervisory censor has gone, so of course he wants to talk!"

"Without the censor's restraint, what if He Shen is too greedy?"

He got up and paced around, thought for a while, and finally made up his mind, and walked towards the door of the study: "No, I will enter the palace right now, Your Majesty, please take it back! The four censors must supervise the affairs!"

Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen sighed together, the money left in the treasury was not much different from that in Yan Xiang's own hands.

But if he is greedy by He Shen, then he is really gone.

"Dad! Dad, calm down!"

Yan Shifan screamed miserably and rushed over to hug Yan Song's leg, raised his head and showed a big teary eye: "Father, why are you making trouble with yourself?"

Yan Song flicked his legs, did not break free from his fat son, and lowered his head angrily, "Yan Shifan, let go!"

Yan Shifan persuaded earnestly: "Father, they are just censors who know nothing about disaster relief!"

"If you let them dictate, what if you mess up the disaster relief?"

"You are an upright official. If you screw up such a reputation-earning job as disaster relief, your reputation will be dragged down!"

Yan Song was really taken aback by what the fat son said.

He also knew the virtues of those censors, if they were really allowed to mess around, something would happen.

When Yan Shifan saw his father like this, he knew that his words had taken effect. He let go of his father's legs, stood up and patted the dust on his jacket.

"Ah~"

Yan Song sighed helplessly, and sat back behind the desk.

Seeing that his father listened to the persuasion, Yan Shifan couldn't help but had a more exaggerated thought in his heart: "Father, instead of fighting, it is better to cooperate sincerely with the adults! Disaster relief is more than just earning a little money!"

He counted them one by one with his fat fingers: "Food prices are skyrocketing, we can earn the difference, and when refugees buy grain, we can buy their land at a low price..."

bang~
Yan Song stood up angrily, and slammed the table, making Yan Shifan's fat body tremble.

"Old man's money!!"

"The old man takes half, and He Shen takes half! Do you still want the old man to beg him to cooperate?"

He kept coughing angrily while talking: "Even if the old man is not greedy for a penny, He Shen can't be greedy for a penny!"

"Yan Xiang, Yan Xiang, calm down."

Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen rushed up to help him smooth his back: "Mr. Yan, I think Mr. and I also know how to measure and won't be greedy too much."

"Yeah, Yan Xiang, even if He Shen really dares to be greedy, it will just highlight your incorruptibility!"

"When the time comes, your reputation will be known throughout the court, and He Shen's huge greed and unrighteous deeds will spit out all the money sooner or later..."

Yan Shifan looked at the three of them speechlessly, not knowing how to complain for a while.

……

Compared to Yan Song's reaction, He Shen was surprised when he heard the news.

"Wei Zheng wants to send the censor to follow? Your Majesty agrees?"

Su Ling'a sighed, and said helplessly: "I heard that His Majesty refused to agree to it at first, and said that the employer is not suspicious. You and Prime Minister Yan are important ministers of the country that he trusts. He believes that you will never go wrong, but that guy Wei Zheng You must stalk me to death!"

(End of this chapter)