Daqian Night Emperor
Chapter 102: Want to save face
Chapter 102: Want to save face
"No! Absolutely not!"
When the officials of the Zongzheng Temple were cheering, Ji Hengyi stood up and expressed his refusal with a firm attitude.
The originally harmonious atmosphere in the ministry suddenly turned cold.
Ji Hengyi felt as if he had been stabbed in the back. All the relatives and colleagues in the ministry who had been quite polite to him in the past now looked at him with cold eyes.
Duke Yingguo Ji Liyuan glared at him fiercely and snorted, "I think it's feasible, and my colleagues think it's feasible. But you, Ji Hengyi, think it's not feasible? Could it be that this Zongzheng Temple is ruled by you, Ji Hengyi?"
When this big hat was put on him, Ji Hengyi couldn't help but shiver.
He could tell that the Duke was really angry.
But he had no choice. At this point, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Grandpa, please listen to me..."
"Don't call me grandpa! This is the officialdom, not a place for you to make connections!"
Ji Hengyi had no choice but to change his address and said, "My Lord, I object because of official business considerations. If the Ministry Hall is being repaired, where should the officials in the hall go to work? Does it mean that the Zongzheng Temple will be closed for one day if he repairs it? Who will handle this heavy official business? If there is a problem among the clan members, who should be the decision maker?"
He spoke sincerely, as if he was considering the public interest in everything.
Someone couldn't help but grumble: "There aren't so many things going on in Zongzheng Temple on a normal day."
But the people around him stopped him immediately, because it was not appropriate to say such things.
Even if it is true, you can't tell anyone about it. Be careful, walls may have ears.
If this gets to the ears of the censors, and they accuse you of "holding a position without doing any work", who can you turn to for justice?
Ji Liyuan was really in a dilemma.
Why?
Because what Ji Hengyi said makes sense.
It is impossible for the Zongzheng Temple to give all its officials a long holiday. No matter how unimportant the Zongzheng Temple is, there are always official business to be dealt with every day, and the affairs are more complicated and troublesome than those in the ministry next door.
Everyone has a long vacation, who will do these things?
The court will not agree either.
Just when Ji Liyuan was in a dilemma, Gou Xiangxi stepped forward and said calmly: "Don't worry, my lords. My lord has anticipated this matter, so he rented a house in the inner city, not far from the government office of the Zongzheng Temple. During the renovation of the ministry, please move to the house."
"The four treasures of the study are all available, and there are strong servants and beautiful maids to serve you. The adults just need to be busy with official business, and other miscellaneous matters will be taken care of by others."
"Three meals a day are provided by the chefs of Zhaixing Tower. If you don't mind, you can eat in the mansion."
Every time he said something, the officials in the ministry would exclaim, each one louder than the last.
Gou Xiangxi noticed everyone's reaction, his smile widened, and he said with a cupped hand, "My Lords, are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied, satisfied. Couldn't be more satisfied."
"When are we leaving? Tomorrow? I don't have anything worth picking up here, why don't we leave today?"
Some things can always be solved with money.
And it just so happens that things that can be solved with money are not a problem for Gou Xiangxi, who has Zhao Enzhu's support.
When Ji Hengyi heard the excited discussions in the class, his face immediately showed panic.
When he heard Gou Xiangxi and the old Duke discussing moving the official documents, accounts and the like from the book library to the mansion first, he could no longer sit still.
But as he looked at the Duke of England who was politely joking with a minor official, and then at his colleagues who were talking excitedly behind him, he couldn't bring himself to stop them.
At this point, he knew that it would be useless for him to say anything more, and he would only be excluded by his colleagues.
These colleagues who I had been with day and night for more than ten years suddenly became so unfamiliar. How did it become like this?
……
After finishing his shift, Ji Hengyi returned to his home in a depressed mood.
His family lived in Yongkangfang in the inner city, located in the northern part of the inner city. Originally, this area was the residence of princes and nobles.
As several princes now live in the palace and there are no princes left in the world, this land was taken back by the imperial court. They razed the old house, replanned the streets, and built a market town specifically to accommodate the royal relatives who were moved to the capital.
Ji Hengyi's house is not big, just a small courtyard as soon as you enter it, which looks a bit shabby.
As soon as he entered the yard, he stepped on chicken shit and glared at the chicken coop in shame and anger.
It's called a chicken coop, but there's only a lonely hen inside, standing there stupidly and calling "cluck, cluck, cluck".
Ji Hengyi took off his shoes and rubbed them on the uneven ground, but he couldn't wipe off the chicken shit on it.
He only has this pair of decent shoes, which are the official boots issued by the Zongzheng Temple every year. If his colleagues see his shoes stained with filth when he goes on duty tomorrow, wouldn't he be laughed at?
He is the nephew of the current emperor, which makes him much more noble than other relatives!
"Xing'er, Xing'er!"
Ji Hengyi pushed the door open with an unhappy look on his face, and as soon as he entered the room he started shouting the name of his maid.
The house is not big and there are no separate rooms. There is only a piece of cloth draped in the middle of the roof beam, separating the house into two sides. One side is for cooking and eating, and the other side is where the owner sleeps at night.
The cloth that served as the "partition curtain" was not tightly covered. As soon as Ji Hengyi entered the room, he saw someone standing up hurriedly from the couch.
He walked over quickly, opened the curtain, frowned and shouted, "What are you hiding?"
Lying on the couch was a woman who was not particularly good-looking but looked somewhat noble. At the moment, her face was haggard and a little pale, as if she was sick.
The maid whom he called "Xing'er" was standing beside the couch, tucking the quilt with her hands. When she heard the scolding behind her, she stood up in panic.
This maid was originally fourteen or fifteen years old, but because she had not eaten enough for a long time, her body development could not keep up. She looked only twelve or thirteen years old. She was obviously shorter than girls of the same age, and her figure was extremely skinny, almost unrecognizable.
Ji Hengyi walked over with a dark face, and both the master and servant showed obvious panic on their faces.
He stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, and the woman on the bed subconsciously stretched out her hand to block him. When she saw him raise his hand, she bit her lower lip, her eyes gradually turned red and filled with tears, and she slowly let go of his hand.
Ji Hengyi lifted the quilt and saw half a bowl of vegetable porridge underneath.
It's called vegetable porridge, but in the bowl there's nothing but water and wild vegetables, and there are hardly any rice grains floating on the surface. Only by stirring it with a spoon at the bottom can you see some millet.
Ji Hengyi was furious: "You took this damn girl to pick wild vegetables again? Who told you to go? If others see us, it will be embarrassing enough for me!"
Facing the accusations, the woman simply lowered her head and bit her lip, but did not say a word, with tears welling up in her eyes.
The little maid named Xing'er explained timidly: "Master, I went there alone, and I went out of the city to dig, no one saw me..."
"Do you have a say in this?"
Ji Hengyi raised his hand and slapped the little maid to the ground. She covered her face, leaned against the bed, and sobbed.
She cried, and the woman on the bed also shed tears.
The woman reached out and hugged Xing'er, crying, "Don't hit her... If I don't eat this, are you asking me to die?"
This chapter is from yesterday
(End of this chapter)
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