In the evening, the sky is full of red clouds.

The most famous doctor Chen in the capital was riding in a hurry toward Lingshi Hutong. The housekeeper of the Lin Mansion had already opened the door and hurriedly led Dr. Chen to the inner house.

"quick!"

"Give it aside!"

"I'm sending basin water here!"

...

Lin Jinyuan led Doctor Chen in and saw the chaotic courtyard in front of him. While rushing to the servants blocking the way, he commanded the servants again.

Dr. Chen carried the medicine box to the bed, and the patient lying on the bed was resolutely the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

Amid Wu Qiuyu and Hua Yingrong's worried eyes, Dr. Chen took the pulse to Lin Junran, and his old face seemed to be very serious and said: "Shangshu Lin, this... is a disease of wind and cold!"

Although everyone was not too surprised when they heard this diagnosis, they were not afraid of taking it lightly.

The wind and cold in this era is not a trivial matter. If it is handled improperly, it is likely that the disease will die.

Not to mention Wang Bo from afar, as Emperor Zhengde, although there were many conspiracy theories in later generations, death from illness was still very credible. Even if the emperor of a country is like this, Lin Weiran may not be able to die of illness because of this.

Lin Qingran was slapped by Xu Jie, and he was in a heavy rain in front of Wanshou Palace during the day. In addition, he did not exercise every day like Lin usually, so he would not get sick.

At this moment, although he was lying comfortably on the bed, he still felt uncomfortable in his body and not necessarily in his heart. Especially this time he was already hit.

I thought he could do more for the people of this era and came up with two suggestions, but he encountered such great resistance.

In fact, Xu Jie's resistance was foreseeable. After all, Xu Jie himself was the largest landlord in the Ming Dynasty, representing the large landlord class in Jiangnan. It was just that the emperor's indifferent reaction made him feel discouraged.

If the emperor always trusted Xu Jie so much and had always been addicted to practicing Taoism, then it would be difficult for him to implement the plan of unruly book and grain collection and silver conversion.

"Shangshu Lin is young and has a strong qi and blood. I prescribe a prescription. You can just take the medicine according to the prescription!" After Dr. Chen looked up his body temperature again, Lao Cheng said politely.

This disease comes like a mountain, and it has nothing to do with Lin Qiran's own will. Even in later generations, no one can directly skip the painful period of the cold.

In a daze, he felt his body burning, and there were people coming to visit one after another, and he could hear his father-in-law's voice vaguely.

His physical condition seemed very bad, and he felt like he had lost his soul. His body was sometimes hot and sometimes cold. His throat seemed very dry and his eyes couldn't open.

In a vaguely, he knew that Wu Qiuyu and Hua Yingrong were both guarding the hospital bed, and fed him bitter medicine, and then fed him a few mouthfuls of salty white porridge.

When everything calmed down, he felt very tired and his body felt very tired. With this busy period, he just wanted to have a good rest.

He often dreams on weekdays, but tonight he has many dreams. He not only dreams of handling official duties in the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites, but also his work in Guangzhou and Leizhou Prefectures, and even his dreams of returning to the

The scene of Hu Niu dependent on each other in Changlin Village.

When he was thinking about fulfilling his promise to Hu Niu, he suddenly felt much more comfortable, and the cold state seemed to have relieved a lot.

"water!"

When it was late at night, he felt the chill in the night, his throat seemed thirsty, so he spoke in a hoarse voice.

Whenever he spits out this word, someone always brings water.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, he smelled the familiar body scent and knew that once Wu Qiuyu fed him water, and another time Hua Yingrong fed him water.

After feeling the gentle care of these two women, especially as they kept changing half-wet towels on their foreheads, a warm current surged in Lin Weiran's heart.

In the early morning, white mist filled the city of Beijing, and the bright sun slowly exposed half of its head from the east, sprinkling the gorgeous morning light of the new day.

After this sleep, Lin Weiran had already subsided and his spirit had recovered a lot. However, his head was still dizzy and he was still very uncomfortable, especially his nose was very difficult to breathe.

In the past, if Hu Niu was there, he would occasionally do some morning exercises, but after Hu Niu left the capital, he completely gave up the idea of ​​exercising.

With this physical condition, he naturally could not go to work at the Ministry of Revenue, so he asked Lin Fu to inform the Ministry of Revenue left minister Ma Sen.

Since this dynasty does not have to go to court, the Ministry of Revenue will directly hand over the matter of the Ministry of Revenue to Ma Sen, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He, the Minister of Revenue, can rest at home with peace of mind.

Although he did not recover immediately, he has now subsided and he can recover little by little.

"How can this medicine be so bitter!" Shortly after breakfast, Lin Qingran couldn't help but complain when he saw Wu Qiuyu bringing in with the medicine bowl.

"As the saying goes, good medicine, please don't complain, my husband, I will feed you!" Wu Qiuyu saw that he recovered a lot of energy, and also brought the medicine bowl with a smile to prepare for feeding the medicine.

Lin Qingran sighed helplessly at this, but the general perception of this era is that good medicine is bitter, and even adding some sugar is thought to greatly reduce the efficacy of the medicine.

He had no way to change his understanding that had already penetrated into the bones of the people, nor could he refuse to take medicine, and he had to accept the torment obediently.

But it was just a cold and fever after all. As long as you rest for two more days, there may be some cold symptoms tomorrow, but you can probably go to the yamen to handle affairs as usual.

Since the harvest of summer grain has quietly begun, the collection work of the thirteen provinces of the two capitals has also begun, and the current affairs of the Ministry of Revenue are actually quite a lot. Compared with the leisure Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Revenue directly controls the thirteen provinces of the two capitals.

Finance and affairs seem more cumbersome.

By noon, Lin Weiran changed to rest under the shade of the trees in the yard. In order to recover quickly, he also sent Lin Fu to the street to buy all kinds of fresh fruits.

There are fruits and refreshments here. Hiding in a bamboo chair and looking at the blue sky makes him feel a rare feeling.

It was just as he was eating grapes leisurely that Lin Fu suddenly hurried over, his face looking very solemn.

Lin Junran felt a thrill. It was only after years of officialdom that he had become calm in dealing with the world. He asked Lin Fu calmly: "What happened?"

"Uncle Nineteenth, Zhou Youqing just sent someone to convey the message to you, saying that the Ministry of Personnel had just made a transfer decision!" A sad look appeared on Lin Fu's face, and he looked serious.

Lin Qingran's heart immediately sank slightly and immediately asked, "Whose position will be transferred?"

"The specific reason is not clear. The Ministry of Personnel decided to send the Military Department to the Superintendent Wei Shiliang to serve as an assistant in the Zhejiang Censorate. This was a decision made by Hu Song, the Minister of Personnel!" Lin Fu reported truthfully.

When Lin Weiran heard the news, a look of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

When Wei Shiliang impeached Yang Bo, Wei Shiliang was on the verge of crisis. If Yang Bo fell, then no one would dare to move Wei Shiliang, but Yang Bo was safe and sound.

Although Wu Song, the new Minister of Personnel, is a core member of the Xu Party, he and Yang Bo are also friends of the same year. In addition, Xu Jie and Yang Bo have a good relationship, it is difficult to guarantee that he will help Yang Bo find trouble for Wei Shiliang.

Although he had already guessed that Yang Bo would definitely counterattack Wei Shiliang, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw Wei Shiliang being arranged like this.

The rank of the deputy chief of the Zhejiang Censor is the fifth rank, and Hangzhou is also a wealthy place, but it is no longer comparable to the power of the military department.

Especially from the capital to the local officials, it is easy, but it is already a huge challenge to return to the capital from the Zhejiang Censorate.

Lin Xuran sighed helplessly when he learned of this arrangement. Although he wanted to help Wei Shiliang, he was just the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue after all, but he had no right to intervene in the decision of the Ministry of Personnel.

Until afternoon, Sun Jixiang and Wang Zhideng both appeared here.

Sun Jixiang's legs and feet were still inconvenient. He had an extra crutch in his hand, and he sat respectfully next to him. Wang Zhideng had a somewhat free and easy personality and seemed to pick up a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate without hesitation.

Just started eating with satisfaction.

"Dongweng, Yang Bo has been calm and he has taken action against Wei Shiliang at this time!" After hearing Lin Shiran say about Wei Shiliang's incident, Wang Zhideng immediately expressed his opinion.

Lin Qingran picked up the teacup and knew that this matter was powerless to turn things around. He asked Sun Jixiang directly: "I asked you to investigate Xu Jie's side, what is the progress in the matter?"

With his father-in-law entering the cabinet and becoming the second assistant, and he was also appointed as the Minister of Revenue, the obstacle to the overthrow of Xu Jie has become his greatest pursuit in the short term.

When Xu Jie was calculating him, he was actually not idle. He kept giving Sun Jixiang the power in his hands and was bound to find Xu Jie's flaws.

When Wang Zhideng heard about this, he turned his head quietly and looked at Sun Jixiang.

"Dongweng, I was just about to report to you. Recently, I discovered something quite strange!" Sun Jixiang had been in charge of intelligence for Lin Qiran, and responded solemnly.

Lin Qingran took a sip of tea and asked solemnly: "What's the matter?"

"When Yan Shifan was escorted to the capital, the Yan family also used a lot of connections. Some officials submitted memorials to criticize Yan Shifan. Shen said that Lin Run's report was a slander, and Yan Shifan did not say, "The court is not as rich as me."

The Yan Mansion is even more wealthy than the country!" Sun Jixiang responded seriously with his hands holding the crutch.

When Lin Weiran heard this, he nodded silently.

Although he always knew that Yan Shifan was arrogant, with Yan Shifan's intelligence, he would not have said such brainless words that "the court is not as rich as me", and he always had some doubts about the wealth of the Yan family.

It is true that Yan Song had been in charge of the government for twenty years, but Jiajing was not a fool. Although he would allow Yan Song and his son to be greedy for some money, he would not raise a super big maggot.

"What then?" Wang Zhideng asked curiously when he heard this.

Sun Jixiang looked at Lin Qingran and said seriously: "According to the news we received from the palace, none of the memorials from local officials were sent to Wanshou Palace, including... Master Yan's memorials!"

"Take it seriously?" Lin Weiran stopped the teacup delivered to his mouth and asked in surprise.

Sun Jixiang nodded heavily and said, "It should be impossible to be wrong. I have investigated this matter from multiple sources! The emperor is afraid that he has not seen some important memorials from Ge Lao Yan, otherwise he would have been more detailed and would not have been so hasty.

It's a conviction!"

When Lin Weiran heard Sun Jixiang's answer that affirmatively, some truths slowly surfaced.

Since Yan Shifan was escorted to the capital and then asked for the beheading, Yan Song had almost no memorials and pleaded with mercy. If the crime of rebellion was true, then there was naturally no problem, but Yan Shifan was already wronged.

But the matter was so unreasonable. Yan Song seemed to have accepted his fate, and there was no memorial to plead for mercy, and the news he received was that Yan Song did not submit a memorial.

As the emperor was unwell and all the memorials were handed over to Xu Jie to deal with, it was not necessary to be able to use the strategy of concealing the world, thus mixing Yan Song's memorials into ordinary memorials.

"Old Yan Ge retired as the chief assistant, and his memorials should be classified as important officials, so the memorials must be sent to the emperor according to the normal process!" Wang Zhideng immediately analyzed rationally.

Sun Jixiang nodded gently and pointed to the core and said, "Xu Jie intercepted these memorials, which was clearly based on the emperor's trust in him, but... he was blocked from the holy hearing!"

"You sent someone to the Tongzheng Department to obtain relevant documents, and those memorials will exist in the next thousand-step guru. This matter is enough to kill Xu Jie!" Lin Weiran thought for a moment and immediately made a decision.

Once this matter is announced, not to mention that Xu Jie's reputation is completely bad, Jiajing will definitely hate him to the core, and his position as the chief minister has also come to an end.

Sun Jixiang nodded solemnly and responded seriously: "Okay, I have sent someone secretly, and I should be able to find the stub soon!"

Lin Weiran is now in the same year and his disciples are all over the government and the country, and many things are easy to do. It is not difficult to get the stubs and originals secretly.

"This matter must be made public. Do not disturb Xu Jie. Be careful when doing everything!" Lin Qinran did not dare to look down on Xu Jie, so he reminded him seriously.

"As for your order!" Sun Jixiang solemnly agreed.

Lin Qingran chatted with the two for a while, and as she watched Sun Jixiang and Wang Zhideng leave, she found that her condition had improved a lot, and she couldn't help but stare at the bright sunshine.

When things came to this point, he could no longer let Xu Jie do whatever he wanted. Now that he has found the clue, he will naturally not miss this opportunity.
Chapter completed!