Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 82 Who is trying to intimidate whom?
"My lord..."

"My Lord, please give me some advice."

"Yes, Lord, we all listen to you."

In the ministry hall, everyone spoke up and looked at Duke Yingguo Ji Liyuan, expecting him to give them some advice.

Ji Liyuan shouted, "Why are you panicking? You are a noble family, how can you panic over such a small matter?"

Everyone was silent, not daring to say a word.

Only the young man in the sixth-rank official uniform was not so afraid of the Duke of Ying. He said stubbornly, "Anyway, there is no work for the man surnamed Zhao in the Zongzheng Temple."

It's no wonder that he reacted so strongly, because he and Zhao Qian'an held the same official rank, both of them were secretaries of the Zongzheng Temple, Xinning Earl Ji Hengyi.

In the Zongzheng Temple, apart from the Temple Minister, Duke Yingguo, and a Junior Minister who did not have much authority, the two Temple Assistants had the highest status and the greatest power.

If there is one more position of temple secretary, then the power originally held by the two temple secretaries will have to be divided up.

Sharing power means sharing profits.

That's why Ji Hengyi was so hostile to Zhao Qi'an that he even wanted to mobilize the emotions of his colleagues and squeeze Zhao Qi out of the Zongzheng Temple.

Ji Liyuan glanced at him and said, "Who said no?"

Ji Hengyi was immediately surprised: "Duke, what do you mean..."

Ji Liyuan spoke slowly and gently, "Isn't the Ministry in need of manpower to revise the genealogy? Now that His Majesty has sent someone over, isn't that just right?"

Ji Hengyi finally reacted and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Compiling genealogies is something that clerks do.

The Duke's meaning is very clear, he wants to "offer" Zhao Qi'an.

He didn't believe that Zhao Qi'an could bear to ask a temple secretary to do the work of a clerk with no official rank!

Ji Hengyi felt relieved, the Duke was indeed on his side.

Ji Liyuan cleared his throat, and Ji Hengyi saw that the cup on his desk was empty, so he hurried to pour him a cup of hot water.

Ji Liyuan took out a cloth bag from his wide sleeves, carefully picked out a few tea leaves from it and put them in the cup.

Although the tea brewed in this way loses some of its flavor.

But if we brew a pot of tea directly, what a waste of tea leaves it would be. What if other people in the department take it and drink it?
He picked up the teacup, blew away the hot steam, took a sip, and showed a satisfied expression. He still spoke slowly: "If he can be patient and is really willing to do the work of a clerk, what kind of achievements can he make to face the imperial examination next year?"

"When the imperial examination is held next year, I will give him a 'moderate' rating and transfer him to the Mausoleum Office to guard the imperial mausoleum. Who can find fault with him?"

In addition to managing the royal family's membership, royal titles and salaries, and sacrifices, the Zongzheng Temple also had jurisdiction over the Lingtai and Chongxuan offices.

The former was responsible for the guarding, maintenance and sacrifices of the imperial mausoleum.

The latter was responsible for religious affairs around the city of Kyoto, and was in charge of the names and numbers of temples in Kyoto, the accounts of Taoists, and matters related to fasting and offering sacrifices.

If you were sent to the Lingtai Office to guard the imperial mausoleum, it would be a tough job with no benefits and extremely hard life. Any mistake would be a capital crime.

Ji Hengyi said admiringly: "The Duke has the right idea."

But he soon became a little worried and asked, "What if Zhao Qi'an complains to Your Majesty? After all, Your Majesty arranged for him to come in."

Ji Liyuan looked down at the teacup in his hand, at the few broken tea leaves floating in the clear water, and sighed, "You, why can't you see clearly?"

He looked around and saw that the hall was shabby. Even most of the relatives in the hall looked pale and their official clothes were patched. He shook his head and said, "If Your Majesty is willing to take care of it, how could we, as relatives of the royal family and descendants of the royal family, fall to this state?"

This sentence resonated with everyone in the hall, and they all looked sad and felt sympathetic.

……

Just as everyone was immersed in the sentimental atmosphere, suddenly an official rushed in from outside the hall with a panicked look on his face.

"My Lords, the new Temple Secretary is here...here!"

Ji Hengyi shouted, "You're here, why are you so flustered?" The official still had a look of shock on his face, and stammered, "Sir, you'd better go out and take a look..."

Ji Hengyi was furious: "What do you mean? He comes if he wants to, do you want us to go out and greet him?"

"That's not what I meant, it's just, it's just..."

The clerk was so anxious that he gestured with his hands, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time. His face turned red, and he said, "My lords, you should go and see it yourself."

When Ji Hengyi was about to speak, Duke of Yingguo, Ji Liyuan, raised his hand to stop him and looked at everyone in the hall: "It seems that this new temple secretary doesn't know much about the rules. Why don't you all go meet him and teach him the rules of the Zongzheng Temple?"

Everyone burst into laughter and said, "What the Duke said is very true."

"Let's go together, so that we can teach him the rules of this Zongzheng Temple."

……

Led by Ji Liyuan, everyone left the hall, came to the courtyard, and walked towards the gate of the yamen.

Ji Hengyi walked in front and took the initiative to open the door of the government office.

He wanted to see who this Zhao Qian'an was.

When the two vermilion lacquered mahogany doors opened, Ji Hengyi was about to walk forward, but found that there seemed to be a "flesh wall" outside the door blocking the way forward.

It turned out to be an extremely burly "strong man", eight feet tall, with angular muscles that were full and powerful. He blocked the door like a solid wall of flesh.

Ji Hengyi, who is not short among ordinary people, only reached his chest in front of this man. He was immediately shocked by the extraordinarily full pectoralis major muscles of this "strong man".

He looked up blankly, and saw that the "strong man" had burnt yellow hair, big copper-bell-like eyes with purple pupils, and a face full of fat, looking exactly like the "Yaksha" in the mural.

Ji Hengyi was frightened on the spot, his face showing horror. He took several steps back and screamed, "Ah!"

It's broad daylight, is this a ghost?

When he shouted, the "strong man"'s face darkened a little. He stretched out his hand and grabbed him like a chick, and made a sound like thunder:

"Get out of the way! Don't block my master's way!"

Although the voice was low, it was obvious that it was a woman's voice.

Or a female ghost? !

Ji Hengyi was so frightened that his mind went blank and he was carried aside like a chick.

The female warrior made way, and behind her was a huge team.

The leader rode a fine horse and ignored the steps of the government office. He rode his horse directly into the government office of Zongzheng Temple and entered the courtyard.

"Shut up!"

He pulled the reins, and the horse under him neighed and slowly stopped.

Zhao Qi sat on his horse, looking at the people in the yard, his eyes scanning each of them one by one.

Many officials from the Zongzheng Temple in the courtyard were dumbfounded, and for a moment no one dared to step forward to ask questions.

The Duke of England stared and looked up at Zhao Qian'an on the horse.

He wanted to ask a few questions.

But he didn't dare.

If it weren't for the support of the people beside him, he would have sat down on the ground trembling.

Because behind Zhao Qi'an were nearly a hundred guards who continuously poured into the Zongzheng Temple.

This Zhao Qi'an... is here to take up an official position?

Or are you here to attack Zongzheng Temple? !

(End of this chapter)