Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

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.

"Your Majesty, although Wei Chen is familiar with ancient Wan, the local officials in Wanzhou, Wei Chen thought about it and found that there is no suitable candidate. The talents in this capital, Wei Chen has not returned to Chang'an for a long time, and just now It’s not long after he recovered from his illness, it’s not good to talk about such important positions, and I ask the emperor to forgive me.” Zheng Zhongguang’s attitude was extremely respectful.

Fortunately, before entering the palace, Xiao Zimu had already sent Xin Ya to mention him last night.

Zheng Zhongguang pondered these words for a whole night, and he said it very appropriately. Inadvertently, he also ordered his life-saving grace to Xiao Zimu.

The emperor didn't expect him to say that he was ugly. Even if he did, it would not be advisable for the person to be recommended to be elected as an official in Wanzhou.

Therefore, the emperor waved his hand to let him back, but he did not embarrass him.

All the ministers were envious in their hearts, and Zheng Zhongguang was completely out of the question when it came to recommending him.

In contrast, Cui Xuhong, who was still on the list, was quite embarrassed to stand there at this time.

The emperor's eyes were taken back from Zheng Zhongguang's body and swept on Cui Xuhong's body again. Cui Xuhong raised his head slightly, seeing the corner of the emperor's mouth with a smile but not a smile, his expression seemed to be questioning him, I see what else you have this time. Dodge words.

The blue veins on Cui Xuhong's forehead jumped, and he glanced at all the ministers in the hall, and saw that one of them was also looking at him, so he couldn't help but flashed to the emperor: "Wei Chen thinks that the minister of punishment, Lord Jing, is not He is a good candidate, he has always been in charge of criminal law and is familiar with laws and regulations, if he takes up the post of governor of Anhui Province, he will definitely be able to suppress officials of Anhui Province with thunder."

Cui Xuhong's words came into the heart of the emperor, and the person who was the most favorite in the emperor's heart was also Jing Qibin.

It's just this mouth, he can't open it by himself.

After all, although the governor of Anhui Province is also of the second rank, he said that it is peaceful, but to Jing Qibin, it is equivalent to a secret surrender. This Beijing official and foreign officials are simply incomparable.

In recent years, Jing Qibin has been serving as the Minister of the Criminal Department well. There is no credit or hard work. The emperor could not save his face and threw this hot potato to him.

But at this time, when Cui Xuhong said this, it was different.

After listening to Cui Xuhong's words, the ministers pondered it carefully and found that it was a good candidate.

The voices of second opinion rose in an instant, and Xiao Yanjun and Min Zhisong also greatly agreed.

For them, Jing Qibin is the emperor's person. They can't pry it, and they can't pull him. If they can drive him to Wanzhou, it will be beneficial and harmless to them. The post of Shangshu can still take some thought.

Although they also want the position of governor of Anhui Province, but at the moment, no matter what, they can't open this mouth, let this Jing Qibin go to Anhui Province to stay for a while, whether he can hold this position is another matter.

In a matter of seconds, the officials in the Hall of Supreme Harmony actually came to a tacit understanding, and they all praised Cui Xuhong as a good recommender.

Only Jing Qibin was alone, his face blackened into coke.

The emperor's face softened just now, but after hearing Xiao Yanjun and Min Zhisong's second opinion, he turned cold again.

They can think of this, and the emperor never thought of it, which is why he didn't call Jing Qibin privately to discuss it in detail.

"Enough." The emperor looked stern, stopped the voices of the ministers' second opinion, glanced at Jing Qibin who was nervous, and saw that his face was full of grievances.

The emperor frowned, and then asked in a displeased tone: "Can't you choose a second person except for Lord Jing, who is full of court?"

The Hall of Supreme Harmony returned to silence again, and Cui Xuhong retreated silently. Anyway, the emperor wanted to recommend it, and he had already recommended it. Whether it was adopted or not has nothing to do with him.

The remaining ministers began to have headaches again, pinching their brows, wondering if there were any suitable candidates.

It was Jing Qibin who was more troublesome than them. The sentence the emperor said just now, "Is there any addition to Master Jing?" was clearly imprinted in his mind. The emperor's meaning was clearly because he felt that he was indeed suitable for the post of governor of Anhui Province.

Jing Qibin is now more anxious than anyone else, and thinks more carefully about candidates than anyone else. The Ministry of Punishment bites the Ministry of Work, and the Ministry of Work pulls people from other departments into the water.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony on July 25th, all the ministers bit into one piece, the emperor rubbed his forehead with a splitting headache and left, mixed with Eunuch Li's voice: "Retreat the dynasty..."

The Supreme Harmony Hall was still inextricably arguing and slaughtered each other.

This was the case in the morning court for several days after that. The emperor often walked away, and the ministers did not recommend a second suitable person to be selected.

Just when the emperor planned to privately summon Jing Qibin into the palace to appease him and let him go to Anhui Province to be wronged for two years, Xiao Mubai entered the palace to say goodbye.

He first went to Yongxin Palace to say goodbye to Concubine Qi, and 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 days, waved at him, and let him sit beside him.

"Why did you choose today to enter the palace? At this time, you should rest more." The emperor has also known all these years, but at the end of the month, Xiao Mubai's body will fall into an ice cellar, and his blood will freeze and make it cold.

In previous years, he would enter the palace one day earlier when he left, but this time he just stepped on it.

The emperor looked at Xiao Mubai's slightly pale cold and hard face, and his heart remained soft, and he stretched out his hand lovingly to take his hand.

"My father knows, my son is cold." Xiao Mubai stepped aside and lowered his eyelids in a calm tone.

Hearing this, the emperor became more distressed, and insisted on pulling his hand into his palm. When he touched it, it was cold to the bone, his face was moved, and the color of grief was beyond words.

"Imperial father, my son is fine, I've gotten used to it over the years." Xiao Zimu pursed his lips, his tone warmed.

The emperor frowned, stared at him for a long time, then clapped his hand and sighed, even if he was sitting in the world, as the king of a country, there were times when he was powerless.

"Go back early and rest, and pay extra attention to keeping warm tonight. If your body is still weak tomorrow, it's okay to walk for two days." Although the emperor tried his best to forbear, his voice still revealed a sense of powerlessness.

Xiao Mubai curled his lips slightly and replied, "Yes, the royal father also needs to take care of the dragon's body. My son hasn't entered the palace for a few days. There must be no good face and a bad mood."

After listening to him, the emperor thought of the candidate for the position of governor of Anhui Province that had worried him recently, and snorted coldly, "I can't even recommend anyone, so what's the use of keeping them?"