Wishful Things

Ji Dong then took another step forward, leaned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty would take the liberty to ask the Grand Tutor for advice... After the fall of the previous dynasty, I wonder how the Grand Tutor got His Majesty's favor?"

When the two dynasties alternated, how did they achieve such a perfect transition?

He really admires and envies Mr. Tai Tuo's experience of being an official with no gaps or gaps.

Jiang Taifu's eyebrows trembled when he heard this, almost thinking that the other party was mocking him, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the sincere eyes of the young man in front of him, and he really looked like he was humbly asking for advice.

"Master Ji asked why?" Taifu Jiang looked solemn.

"I just want to have a discussion with the Taifu..."

Explore?

Is this still some kind of profound academic failure?

Jiang Taifu's face changed for a moment, his eyes seemed to say - young man, your thoughts are very dangerous!

Ji Dong coughed lightly.

Those who think ahead are often indeed somewhat dangerous, and it is very easy for a person to go astray...

So didn't he find Jiang Taifu who was a past person?

After all, what the emperor has done recently is really disturbing.

There was a conquest against the Li tribe before, but now it is Dongwu... Don't you need money for war? I don't know what's going on in my own treasury?

In the past, he didn't realize that the emperor was still a prodigal son.

Hey, what he disliked the most in his life was the prodigal.

Thinking of this, Ji Dong felt extremely heartbroken—if this continues, it will be just around the corner that he will not be able to pay his salary.

And once it really reaches that point, how can the crisis facing the imperial court be just a deficit in the national treasury...

"..." Faintly infected by the pessimistic mood in front of him, Jiang Taifu also subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Golden Luan Palace behind him.

Combining the current situation and his observations over the past eighteen years, it is undeniable that the current monarch of Daqing is the worst one he has ever led.

Even the last emperor of the previous dynasty, whose accomplishments in subjugation are probably a bit inferior to this one——

After all, there were still objective facts in the previous dynasty that had exhausted their vitality, but the current one, by relying on his own true ability, brought the situation to the current situation...

It's not that the other party did it intentionally, but that some people's character and ability are there, so they are destined to be unable to take on the big responsibility.

Back then, when Daqing was first established and disputes between the princes first emerged, this man was in the name of "benevolence".

However, it takes a long time to see people's hearts, and who would have thought that the only advantage that the other party can show is that it is still an illusion of packaging.

Thinking of this, Jiang Taifu said it was impossible not to worry.

He is already very old, and the loess is almost buried up to his neck. According to those who are more open-minded, he should have already looked down on life and death.

But he really can't see it lightly.

He originally planned to resign next year, and there are a lot of children and grandchildren in the family waiting for him to play with him—who would be willing to die?

And even if he puts aside his own life and death, he still has to plan a thing or two for the younger generation in the family.

The danger of the change of dynasties is no joke, if you don't pay attention, you may fall to pieces.

But naturally he could only say: "For this kind of thing, the emphasis is on letting nature take its course..."

Ji Dong hurriedly responded, "Your official understands..."

Just like when he passed the exam back then, many people asked him about his experience, and his hair had been thinned out when he was studying, and they all answered in a calm and calm tone—let it happen.

So, whoever is more successful, whose life has not let nature take its course a few times in his life?

Seeing that he was very upright, Jiang Taifu said slowly: "If Governor Ji is free in the evening, it is better to go with me to the Pingqing Pavilion to sit down."

Ji Xiu hurriedly saluted: "The next official will not miss the appointment."

Jiang Taifu nodded with a smile.

Although he has a wealth of experience, it may not be applicable to the current situation. Sometimes he has to listen to the ideas of young people and learn from each other's strengths to make up for his weaknesses.

The two walked away one after the other.

Seeing Jiang Taifu's slightly old-fashioned staggering steps, the young censor Song Dian who was walking behind sighed almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Taifu is still alive, but the world seems to be falling into chaos again...

Turning his head to look at the person beside him, he saw that the teacher's eyebrows and eyes were also worried.

This morning's discussion really makes people feel uneasy...

"The students are planning to go back to the academy for a while, but the teacher wants to go with them?" Song Dian asked.

He has only been in the officialdom for a few years, and now the situation is not prosperous, it is inevitable that there will be times when he is at a loss, and whenever he is confused, he is used to going back to Yitong Academy for a walk. Or talking to classmates, or looking through the old books left by the ancestors alone in the library, or even just walking in the bamboo forest, there will always be a lot of peace in my heart.

"I won't go."

Ming Xiaozhi walked with his hands behind his back, with a sigh in his tone.

After leaving the inner palace gate and getting into the official sedan chair, once the curtain of the sedan chair was drawn down, it made people feel hot and stuffy after a while.

Today's morning meeting was very complicated and there were many differences. It was inevitable that it would take a long time.

"Let's get off the sedan chair."

After the official sedan chair passed through a long street, Ming Yushi spoke.

"My lord, it's not here yet."

"It's okay, I want to come down and take a walk." Ming Yushi bent out of the sedan chair, looked around, and not far ahead was the familiar high-walled Washington.

He has to go back and forth on this road every day in a sedan chair, and has been walking for almost twenty years, so even if he is only sitting in the sedan chair, he knows that he has arrived here.

Ming Xiaozhi walked slowly, and stopped involuntarily when he passed the familiar back wall.

He looked up at the jujube tree branches and leaves stretching out from the courtyard wall. The leaves were thin and emerald green, and the blue and yellow flowers were finely divided.

Seeing his lord looking at the jujube tree, the attendant couldn't help being a little puzzled.

The jujubes will not mature until autumn, isn't my lord already hungry?

Every year when the jujubes on this tree are ripe, the adults of his family will stand on tiptoe when they pass by, waving their tooth cards to knock down a few to taste.

It has to be said that the dates in the eldest princess's mansion are indeed crisp and sweet.

But whenever he followed the lord to do this, he always felt very guilty, especially sometimes the lord had just impeached the eldest princess in the palace, and then turned around to steal dates...

Ming Yushi stood here quietly for a long time, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the branches and leaves of the jujube tree shaking.

Such movement obviously does not look like wind.

In the next moment, a jade-white hand was seen clinging to the branch, and a moment later, a head popped out.

Ming Yushi was taken aback for a moment—why did he climb a tree again!

The man had already sat on the wall along the tree trunk, and patted the dust off his hands.

"Be careful!" Ming Yushi couldn't help reminding nervously.

Princess Jingrong looked over after hearing the reputation, and after a moment of astonishment, her eyes widened slightly: "Why is it you again?"

"I'm just passing by." Ming Yushi looked at her sternly. He was full of civil official style and frowned slightly: "Where is the maid in your mansion? Why is no one following you?"

"I just woke up from a nap and sneaked out while they were not paying attention."

The Eldest Princess' tone was a little careless, obviously not paying attention to the restraint in his tone. While speaking, she took out a few green grapes from the lotus root pink cloth pocket at her waist, put them in her mouth, and said while eating, "I don't want to run out of the house, I just sit here and enjoy the wind."

With the movement of her swaying feet comfortably, the pink shirt and green skirt swayed slightly in the summer wind.

The imperial censor of the Ming Dynasty lost his mind for a short while.

When she was young, she did love to climb trees and walls, and always sat high, but he couldn't do it. He was afraid of heights, so he couldn't be with her.

"But something on your mind?" His tone subconsciously slowed down a lot.

When she was young, she would hide alone when she had something on her mind.

"Of course." The eldest princess stuffed another grape and complained, "Xie Jiaojiao didn't let me eat ice cream today!"

Ming Yushi was startled, just for this?

He thought it was a little funny, but when he saw her angry look, he said: "You can't eat anything that is too cold, and the princess is also for your own good."

"But she ate a lot, and she ate it in front of my face!"

"..." Ming Yushi was silent for a moment, this was indeed a little too much.

"I'll ask Miss Xu's family to talk about her later..."

Listening to these childish babbles, Ming Yushi had a faint smile on his face, and the jujube tree cast a shade on his head, which made him feel much calmer and cooler in his heart.

He suddenly felt that it would be good if His Highness could always be like this, at least he would be carefree.

But with the current situation in Daqing, how many days can she be kept safe?

Ming Yushi's eyes showed worry, and then he looked at the person sitting on the wall, and said a word that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and said in a low voice——

"In the past, I always deliberately picked His Highness's faults and used them to impeach. It really shouldn't be. Whether His Highness is raising a singer or a noodle head, it is not my turn to comment..."

Now he has suddenly thought a lot about it, what is famous or not, these are not what she cares about.

Perhaps, she just needs to live happily.

He said in a shameful tone, "Even though I didn't want those people with ulterior motives to get close to His Highness, fearing that they would be harmful to His Highness, the words were too fierce and unseemly, and they did cause His Highness a lot of trouble."

Besides, he is indeed selfish.

He knew very well that once this kind of thing was mixed with selfishness, it would be inferior, and it was doomed to be unfair in looking at things.

Princess Jingrong paused slightly after chewing, then turned to look at him, and asked puzzledly, "What are you talking about?"

Ming Yushi came back to his senses, shook his head, looked at the grape in her hand, and asked casually, "Are these grapes sour?"

"It's sweet."

The eldest princess took out two and threw them at him: "If you don't believe me, try it."

Ming Yushi hurriedly reached out to catch it, but he barely caught one.

He bent down and picked up the grape that fell on the ground, wiped off the dust with his fingers, put it in his mouth, nodded and said, "That's right."

Princess Jingrong laughed when she saw it, the majestic Zuodu Censor still picked grapes to eat.

"You should eat more fruits and vegetables." She pointed to the top of the other person's head: "The last time I saw your head was bald, I heard from my mother that eating more vegetables can make your hair grow faster. By the way, there are also sesame seeds!"

Ming Yushi raised his hand and touched the black gauze hat on his head—is it ugly?

How could he have forgotten that she was a person who valued her appearance since she was a child...

When he was about to answer the conversation, he suddenly heard a shout from inside the wall.

"Xie Dingning!"

The voice came so suddenly that the eldest princess on the wall trembled in fright, and hurriedly said: "I won't tell you anymore!"

As he spoke, he embraced the jujube tree.

"Watch your step..." Ming Yushi reminded nervously.

"I know!"

The voice quickly disappeared behind the wall along with the touch of green shirt.

Ming Yushi could faintly hear the bickering and chattering of the mother and daughter, and no one would let the other go.

He shook his head with a helpless smile, and walked forward.

After leaving the back of the Princess's Mansion, and going further, there is a bustling street market.

Ming Yushi held the crystal grape in his hand, and his eyes fell on the door of a medical clinic on the street.

His hair fell really badly, especially recently—when he was young, shampooing was just shampooing, but now every time he washes his hair, looking at the strands of hair falling from his hands, he even feels as if he is kneeling in a Buddhist temple and undergoing a shave.

It is estimated that relying on food supplements alone may not be enough, it is time to seek medical help.

Ming Yushi turned back to the sedan chair, changed into his normal clothes, and resolutely walked into the medical hall.

There are four or five people in the hall waiting for the doctor to see a doctor, and they are chatting during this interval.

But the content of the chat and the expressions on everyone's faces are not easy.

"I heard that there will be another war..."

"General Xu hasn't returned from the expedition yet, is he going to fight again?"

"This time it's He Dongwu."

"Dongwu is not easy to fight..." An old man shook his head and said, "General Xu didn't get any benefits from leading the army before. It is said that the place is easy to defend but difficult to attack."

"Only distant relatives from the south of my family came to seek refuge. It is said that there are disaster victims everywhere... Could it be that chaos is really going to happen again?"

"..."

Ming Yushi sighed in his heart.

That's how his hair fell out.

...

Three days later.

The golden crow is setting in the west, and the red clouds are everywhere in the sky.

At this time, a group of ten people and three cars entered the city gate, and were being inspected by the city gate guards.

There was a carriage at the head, followed by a mule cart, which was covered with oilcloth, and when it was lifted, it was some brand new lacquerware.

"The younger ones belong to the Yuanshi firm, and they go to the city once or twice a month." A middle-aged man in a navy blue gown respectfully and politely handed over the firm's quotation, "Please take a look."

The official sent a glance, then smiled: "They are all familiar faces."

He still knew about the relationship between the Yuan's firm and the Duke of Zhen's mansion.

With that said, he asked his subordinates to let him go.

After the middle-aged man thanked him, he led the people into the city.

The driver of the carriage was a man in his forties, with a dark complexion, wearing a bunt.

From the moment he entered the city, he never looked around even once. When he came outside Yuan's shop, after he stopped the carriage, he followed the crowd to move the things on the mule cart.

"Old Liang, how many times have I told you that you don't have to do this." The middle-aged man in a long shirt waved his hand and said, "Come in first and take a rest."

The man called Lao Liang responded with lowered eyes, and walked in with his owner. From the walk, it could be seen that there was something wrong with his right foot.

The boss sympathized with him and never asked him to do heavy work.

However, Lao Liang still felt that it seemed strange that his boss brought him into the city this time.

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(Rattling: Recently, the book always writes about the small scenery of summer. It is green everywhere, the wind is hot and hot, and it is cool and cool under the shade of trees. I am wearing a skirt, eating watermelon and blowing the fan. I really want to spend summer, but then I think about it. I don’t want to go out in the summer in the past few years. I wonder why. After thinking about it carefully, it turns out that what I like to miss is the summer I spent in the country when I was a child. I really miss it. Now in the city, it seems that there are only stuffy heat waves And the scorching ultraviolet _(:з"∠)_)