Fortunate Young Gentleman

"Good morning, good morning..."

Mr. Kang looked at Fang Zhe who had returned to his seat, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

He had been in the Hanlin Academy for more than 20 years, and had worked with Fang Zhe for 14 years. He had become accustomed to greeting Fang Zhe every day, and he was also accustomed to his lack of response.

This Mr. Fang's eccentric personality was not only his, but also many colleagues in the Hanlin Academy had long been accustomed to it.

Fang Zhe's unusual "good morning" made him stand there in a daze, and he was very suspicious. Could it be that Mr. Fang was possessed by a ghost today?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he realized that his thighs were a little hot. He looked down at the wet collar and the broken teacup on the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his face showed extreme pain.

In addition to the pain, he was somewhat sober. Although the purple clay cup was broken, there were still a few at home. Fortunately, the purple clay teapot was still there...

Two strange things happened in the Hanlin Academy today.

One of them was that the attendant scholar Kang seemed to have wet his pants, and the hem of his clothes was wet, which caused the officials of the Hanlin Academy to whisper about it.

The second one was even more incredible, even sensational.

When someone was paying a visit to Scholar Kang, he actually saw Scholar Fang Zhe smiling. There were dozens of officials in the Hanlin Academy, and no one had ever seen Scholar Fang smile in the past ten years. He was always seen in a daze. Scholar Fang's smile was as rare as a thousand-year-old iron tree blooming.

When the other two Hanlin editors in the duty room discussed this matter, they did not deliberately lower their voices. At that time, Tang Ning was having a meal, and Xiaoru and Xiaoyi had prepared the food for him in the morning.

Fang Zhe's dead face could actually smile, and Tang Ning could not imagine what he looked like when he smiled.

Fang Xinyue came in from outside and said, "Brother Tangning, I made a mixed casserole, do you want to try some?"

Looking at the steaming bowl she brought out, Tangning asked in surprise, "When did you make this?"

The food he brought in the morning was already cold by noon, so there was no reason why the food Fang Xiaoyue brought was still steaming.

"I asked Zhao Yuan to take me to the imperial kitchen to make it." Fang Xinyue looked at him and said with a smile, "I will come to deliver food to my father every noon in the future, and I will also make a portion for Brother Tangning."

Tangning grasped the key point in her words and asked, "Deliver food to your father?"

Fang Xinyue nodded and said, "Well, we get off get out of class early at noon, and I don't want to eat the food in the imperial kitchen anyway, so I'll make more and send it to you."

Tangning couldn't complain about the working meals in the imperial kitchen. There were many officials in the Hanlin Academy who brought their own meals like him, but this was not the point. The point was that the relationship between Fang Xiaoyue and Fang Zhe seemed to be different from before?

Did his threat yesterday really work?

Or was Fang Zhe muddleheaded for fourteen years, and was awakened by a few punches from him?

Tang Ning looked at Fang Xiaoyue's cheerful back as she ran away, thinking that some people really don't know how to wake up unless they are beaten, and they feel uncomfortable if they are not beaten. Sometimes, just talking is useless, and violence is the most effective way to solve problems.

...

Mr. Kang finally dried his clothes, hugged the purple clay teapot, and still felt pain for the purple clay cup that was broken in the morning.

An official walked in from outside and said, "Brother Kang, there are some urgent matters at home, and I have to go home now. If the scholar asks, please let the scholar know."

Mr. Kang nodded and said, "Mr. Yang, go back first, I will tell the scholar when the time comes."

The officials of the Hanlin Academy are relatively idle on weekdays. They just lecture to the princes and give lessons. When the emperor summons them, they serve on the left and right and draft edicts. There are almost no other matters.

Not long after Lord Yang left, he got up and packed up, ready to teach the princes and the children of the princes and nobles.

Just then, an eunuch came in from outside and said, "Your Majesty has ordered a scholar from the Hanlin Academy to wait in the Imperial Study."

When the emperor was reviewing memorials, there were often officials around him to draft the edict or advise him.

Sometimes this person was the Secretary of the Central Secretariat, sometimes the Secretary of the East, and sometimes the Hanlin Academy's Reader and Lecturer.

There was one Hanlin scholar in the Hanlin Academy, two Readers and two Lecturers. Now, one of the two Lecturers had reported illness two days ago, and the other had just left. As a Reader, he had to teach the princes immediately. Officials below the scholars were not qualified to serve His Majesty, so Kang Xueshi immediately felt troubled.

"I'll go." A voice came from beside Kang Xueshi.

Kang Xueshi turned his head and looked at Fang Zhe, his mouth slightly open in surprise.

The Hanlin Academy nominally has two attendant scholars, but in fact there is only him.

Fang Zhe has been sleeping in the Hanlin Academy for the past fourteen years, and has never taken care of things, let alone consulting.

Could it be that he is really possessed by a ghost today?

After being stunned for a moment, he immediately came to his senses, nodded stiffly, and said: "Then..., then I will trouble Lord Fang."

In the imperial study, Emperor Chen was flipping through the memorials, and an eunuch quietly led someone in and stood in an inconspicuous corner below.

Wei Jian glanced casually, and his expression suddenly froze.

He looked at the man standing in the corner, twisted his wrist, and when he looked again, the surprise on his face could no longer be dispelled.

"The Ministry of Water Resources has done some great things this time. In the next few years, the court will no longer have to spend a lot of money on controlling floods." Emperor Chen closed a memorial with satisfaction and said: "As long as it can be solved If there is a flood, what if we allocate another 50,000 taels of silver? I will give them another 100,000 taels."

He picked up another memorial and said casually: "Draw up a decree and order the Ministry of Household Affairs to allocate another 100,000 taels to the Ministry of Water."

"According to the order."

Chen Huang opened the new memorial and after reading two lines, he suddenly seemed to think of something and stopped moving his hands.

Three bachelors from the Hanlin Academy often served at his side, and he was naturally familiar with their voices, but the voice just now was definitely not that of any of the three.

He raised his head and looked down.

Stab!

The expression on his face was extremely unexpected, and the memorial in his hand was torn into two halves.

Not long after, in Shuxiu Palace, Emperor Chen's face was full of confusion and he murmured, "Could it be that he was really beaten awake by Tang Ning?"

Concubine Fang Shu's face was also full of joy and she asked: "Your Majesty, is he really awake?"

"I have been waiting for him for fourteen years..." Huang Chen said with a depressed expression on his face: "If I had known that beating him would wake him up, I would have had him beaten eight times a day!"

The imperial examination only takes place every three years, and most of the number one candidates will become the mainstay of the imperial court more than ten decades later, not to mention the first top three number one candidates in history.

He once had high expectations for Fang Zhe, but the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Fang Zhe had wasted fourteen years in the Hanlin Academy, and he had already given up on him.

But what I didn't expect was that fourteen years later, the Fang Zhe from before would actually come back.

When he walked out of Shuxiu Palace, he asked: "Who was the Minister of Household Affairs last recommended by the Ministry of Personnel?"

The position of Minister of Household Affairs has been vacant for a long time. As early as two months ago, the Ministry of Personnel recommended many people to take up the position, but until today, it has not been finally decided.

Wei Jian thought for a while and said, "It's Mr. Huang from the Ministry of Industry."

Chen Huang shook his head and said: "From the Ministry of Industry to the Ministry of Household Affairs, the span is quite large. Let Fang Zhe serve as Minister of Household Affairs for the time being."

Wei Jian lowered his head and said, "I obey the order."

He secretly sighed in his heart, although the span from the Ministry of Industry to the Ministry of Household Affairs is a bit larger, isn't the span from the Hanlin Academy to the Ministry of Household Affairs not that big?

What's more, even though the Minister of Works is not as important as the Minister of Hubu, they are still at the same level. From the fifth-grade bachelor of the Hanlin Academy to the fourth-grade Minister of Hubu, there is a lot of difference in the middle!

Chen Huang glanced at Wei Jian and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Wei Jian thought for a while, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, regardless of the recommendation of the court ministers, promoted Mr. Fang in an unusual way. I am afraid that the adults in the court will have objections..."

"Who has any opinions?" Chen Huang waved his hand and said, "If they can give me a top-ranked scholar, why not give them the position of Minister of Household Affairs?"