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Chapter 984: I am a dog

The spring of the 31st year of the Jiajing reign came earlier than in previous years.

On the avenue leading to the West Garden, Xu Jie was silent.

The sound of horse hooves was crisp, but Xu Jie's expression was unusually solemn.

Xu Jie has been like this since he sent his last letter to the south.

The attendant rode over and said, "Young Master is smart, so don't worry, Lord."

Xu Jie shook his head, his eyes calm, "Da Lang is smart, but too proud. A proud person must have great talent to back him up. He is smart, but his talent is far inferior to Jiang Qingzhi. That is just a little cleverness. I am worried that he is too proud to bow his head. If Jiang Qingzhi sees that letter as a sign of weakness, he will take advantage of the situation to attack..."

The Xu family is in danger!

The messengers he sent reported back several times that the eldest son looked somewhat unwilling.

After Jiang Qingzhi went south, the situation in the court strangely calmed down.

Everyone knows that this is the calm before the storm.

The center of this strong wind was Songjiang Prefecture.

The success or failure of Jiang Qingzhi's march south will determine the future direction of the Ming Dynasty.

There was an endless stream of messengers traveling between the north and the south, and Xu Jie's messenger was not noticeable among them.

The followers are confidants, "Lord, let's take the initiative to surrender, right..."

"Jiang Qingzhi will not publicize this matter." It must be said that the person who knows you best is not your own people, but your opponent. Xu Jie said: "If he publicizes this matter, who will compromise in the future? This person seems to act recklessly, but deep down he cares most about the overall situation..."

"Yes, if he reveals the letter, no one will be willing to compromise when the new policy is implemented." The attendant said, "But then the eldest son..."

"Jiang Qingzhi took the letter and saw that I did not tell Dalang. He must know what I meant..." Xu Jie sighed.

"What is this, Lord..." The follower was shocked, "Using the eldest son to establish Jiang Qingzhi's authority?"

Jiang Qingzhi had the letter of Xu Jie's voluntary declaration in his hand, so he should have let Xu go, but he suddenly discovered that Xu Fan was actually unaware of it.

What the hell!

What is Old Xu going to do?
"Songjiang Prefecture respects the Xu family, and Dalang has made a lot of mistakes this time. If we don't give Jiang Qingzhi a chance to establish his authority, how could he let the Xu family go easily?" Xu Jie said dimly.

The attendant said: "It's just that the reputation of the elder and the Xu family in the future..."

Did Xu give in?
You are the leader!
Everyone was waiting for you to take the lead in fighting back against the New Deal, the fight back came from the Jiajing Emperor and Jiang Qingzhi's cutting of flesh, but you bowed your head! ?
If this news gets out, the literati will scold Xu Jie like a dog.

"Yesterday, His Majesty sent someone to reward me with a piece of ancient ink." Xu Jie smiled strangely.

He deliberately mentioned the letter to the Taoist priest when he was serving him. The Taoist priest's reaction was interesting. He said nothing, but turned around and a eunuch brought a piece of ancient ink, saying it was a reward from His Majesty.

It's time to guess the riddle.

——Old Xu, you are doing this for the sake of justice and I am very happy.

Gu Mo Gu Mo, continue to maintain this ancient gentleman's style from now on.

This seems like a reward, but in fact it is a mockery.

When they arrived at Zhilu, Yan Shifan was scolding an official in a stern voice. The official was sweating profusely and repeatedly apologized.

When they saw Xu Jie, Yan Shifan waved his hand, and the officials ran away as if they had been pardoned.

Even the Prime Minister cannot match this power.

Xu Jie nodded slightly, and Yan Shifan smiled and said, "I heard that Songjiang Prefecture is very lively, and the eldest son of the Xu family is very impressive... It turns out that his family is well-educated."

——I heard that your son had a fight with Jiang Qingzhi?
What a joy!
Xu Jie said calmly: "My son is ignorant."

After saying that, Xu Jie entered his duty room.

Bah!
The door slammed shut.

Xu Jie inside the door closed his eyes, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Just bear with it for a while!"

He took the initiative to report his family's land and population because he learned that people from the Yan Party were keeping an eye on the Xu family in Songjiang Prefecture, waiting for Xu Fan to reveal a flaw and use Jiang Qingzhi's hand to pull Xu Jie down.

Local situations are often inextricably linked to the government, and this is an example.

Yan Shifan seemed to be in a daze standing outside, and suddenly laughed, "Xu Jie actually just swallowed his pride?"

He returned to the duty room. Yan Song had just woken up from a nap. Yan Shifan quickly made him a cup of hot tea and said, "I told you to eat less tofu, but you didn't listen. So eat it! You couldn't bear to throw away the leftovers from yesterday, and you said that you would be struck by lightning if you wasted food. But the lightning didn't strike me for wasting food, but you made me poop all night."

Yan Song rubbed his old eyes, the bags under his eyes were getting bigger, "I don't know why, but I can't bear to throw away food, and I feel quite dissatisfied when I see others wasting food. Alas! This person is so old, and he actually..."

"This is the medicinal tea I asked the imperial physician to prepare. It can soothe the stomach. Drink it quickly." Yan Shifan held the teacup and when he felt that the temperature was just right for drinking, he handed it to his father.

Yan Song took the teacup and took a sip. "Food is precious."

"Yes, it is precious." Yan Shifan sat opposite him and picked up a memorial. "But no matter how precious it is, it is not as precious as your body, right? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

"When I look at the leftovers, I want to finish them all. If I hadn't been so cautious, I would have done so."

Yan Shifan didn't think it was possible, so he quietly went out later and asked someone to invite the imperial physician who had treated Yan Song yesterday and told him the situation.

"You want to eat up all the leftovers when you see them?" The imperial physician stroked his beard, "This is somewhat like a case of diabetes."

"Xiaoke?" Yan Shifan was puzzled. "What disease?"

"Xiaoke... that is, the three kinds of Xiaoke." The imperial physician showed off for a while, and seeing Yan Shifan's unhappy face, he quickly said briefly, "It means eating more, drinking more, and urinating more."

The imperial physician saw Yan Shifan was thinking, so he said, "You can ask the people around Yuan Fu."

Yan Shifan shook his head. "My father doesn't change clothes very often. As for drinking more, he did drink more in winter, but now he is the same as usual. It's just..."

Yan Shifan was a little confused. "My father is a vegetarian now, and he eats a lot. Is that a problem?"

"You haven't had frequent urination or drinking? That's easy to deal with." The imperial physician was confident and said, "Being a vegetarian means you don't have enough oil and water. By the way, is the prime minister a vegetarian or an egg-and-milk vegetarian?"

"Is there any other way to say this?"

"Yes." The imperial physician said, "As the name suggests, pot-side vegetarian is a vegetarian dish cooked with meat. Ovo-lacto vegetarian is a vegetarian dish that does not contain eggs or milk. To be honest, young minister, the prime minister is old, and although it is good to be a vegetarian, it is still not oily. Without oil in his meals, he will inevitably get hungry quickly... If you don't believe me, young minister, go and see how much those outsiders eat."

"My father is a pure vegetarian. Thank you very much." Yan Shifan nodded, stood there thinking for a while, turned around and asked someone to come and tell him, "From now on, add some animal oil to my father's food."

"Young Lord!"

A clerk came over in a hurry and said, "A messenger from the south has entered the West Garden."

"Whose messenger is this?" Yan Shifan asked.

"Our people have sent news. It's a messenger from Long Wilbur."

"Didn't you go to the Tongzhengshisi?" Yan Shifan narrowed his eyes and turned to go into the duty room.

Yan Song was drinking tea and resting his eyes.

"Dad, Jiang Qingzhi's messenger has arrived and entered the West Garden." Yan Song said in a deep voice, "Didn't he go to Wenhua's place?"

"Yes."

Zhao Wenhua was in charge of the Ministry of Public Security, and any memorials from outside could not be concealed from Yan Song and his son.

And any instructions from the palace could not be hidden from them either.

So even though Zhao Wenhua often did stupid things for petty gains or personal grudges, Yan Song still protected him.

"It's a secret report!" Yan Song said, "Don't worry, I'll wait for your Majesty's instructions."

"It's time for our people to come." Yan Shifan said.

"Jiang Qingzhi's men traveled by post station, changing horses but not people along the way, so they were naturally faster than us."

The people of the Yan party who were observing the situation in Songjiang Prefecture also went through the post station, but they did not have the qualifications to report urgently, so they had to be slow.

Not long after, a eunuch arrived.

"Yuan Fu, His Majesty summons you."

Yan Song stood up by holding on to the table, but suddenly let go of his hands and staggered.

Yan Shifan happened to appear beside him, supported him firmly, and said to the eunuch with a smile: "My father had diarrhea all night yesterday and is a little weak."

If Yan Song shows signs of being too old and unfit for duty, will the Taoist priest replace him?
Yan Song thought of this and then he let go of his hand and almost fell to the ground.

The eunuch smiled and said, "Your Majesty said earlier that the Prime Minister is diligent."

Old Yan, I know everything about your diarrhea, including the fact that you ate cold tofu.

Yan Song said respectfully: "How dare I trouble Your Majesty to inquire about this matter? It is my fault."

This incident was used by the emperor and his ministers to complete a drama in which the master punished the loyal dog.

This kind of drama happens every once in a while.

The Taoist priest used this action to remind Yan Song: Don't forget your identity.

Yan Song also responded with a respectful attitude: I will keep it in mind.

I am a dog!
Yan Shifan lowered his head, with a look of unwillingness in his one eye.

Yan Song left, Zhu Xizhong and Xu Jie also came. Cui Yuan asked for leave today. It is said that last night, the old prince consort was so wild that he slept with three women at night, and he sprained his waist.

"Prime Minister."

"Ok!"

Yan Song was in front, Zhu Xizhong was second, Xu Jie was third...the three of them walked slowly in this order.

When they arrived at Yongshou Palace, Huang Jin was waiting outside.

Xu Jie glanced at Zhu Xizhong.

His heart was a little confused at the moment.

He was not worried about the political situation, but was worried that his son Xu Fan would anger Jiang Qingzhi.

Zhu Xizhong is Jiang Qingzhi's elder brother. If there is any problem, Jiang Qingzhi will definitely ask someone to inform him.

But the old dude was a man of few words. When he saw his inquiring eyes, he smiled maliciously.

Raise an eyebrow, blink...

Old dog!

It was rare for Xu Jie to curse someone in secret.

The three of them went in and saw the Taoist priest reading a letter.

"I have met His Majesty."

"Ok!"

The Taoist raised the letter in his hand and said, "There has been progress in the south."

Jiang Qingzhi actually used a letter to report what was happening in the south?

Yan Song's eyes narrowed.

Are you trying to avoid my eyes and ears?
Xu Jie felt nervous, fearing that something big must have happened in Songjiang Prefecture, causing Jiang Qingzhi to abandon the form of memorial and report in letter.

Only Zhu Xizhong was the most aloof, but that was only on the surface. Ever since Jiang Qingzhi went south, the old dandy had been worried.

The south is the stronghold of Confucianism.

It is also Xu Jie’s hometown.

This is the first battle, and it is almost a decisive battle.

What measures will Xu Jie prepare for his younger brother?
Zhu Xizhong had people keeping an eye on Xu Jie recently. Xu Jie frequently sent letters to the south, which the old playboy saw as remote control.

Old thing, if anything happens to Qingzhi... I will kill you.

Zhu Xizhong's eyes flashed with ferocity.

The Taoist priest looked at the three people slowly, and his gaze stopped at Xu Jie.

"I heard that Xu Qing's eldest son did not do well in the imperial examination?"

"Yes." Xu Jie didn't know why his master asked this.

"The road to the imperial examination is difficult, and that person beside Qingzhi..."

"Your Majesty, Xu Wei." The value of Huang Jin was reflected at this time.

"Yes, Xu Wei. This person's road to the imperial examination was even more bumpy, but he is a great talent."

What does the Taoist mean by all these things?
The three close ministers were secretly calculating in their hearts.

"Xu Qing."

"The minister is here."

"Your son... is sensible and knows the overall situation. Not bad."