Laohuai Hutong, Wu Zhai.

Wu Shan was sitting alone in the flower hall, his upright face was always frowning, and he was slowly sipping tea.

The tea is green tea produced in Qiongdao. At first, he thought the taste was too bland, but now it tastes more and more delicious as he drinks it, and it has become one of his favorite varieties.

The impression of Qiongdao mainly comes from history books. I know that it is a famous place of exile. It has left countless celebrities from ancient times to the present, and even the emperor was trapped in it, but I never expected that there would be such delicious tea.

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However, there were many things he didn't know, and there were even more places he had never been to. His life trajectory was in Ruizhou Prefecture and the capital. In the early stage, he took the imperial examination, and in the later stage, he pursued an official career.

But he didn't have too many regrets, because he had a noble pursuit in life and wanted to learn all his life to help the emperor govern the country.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Wu Shan took a sip of tea and felt the bitterness in it. Although he was already the Minister of Rites, it seemed that he was not far from his pursuit of life, but it seemed out of reach.

Especially this solar eclipse is obviously a serious solar eclipse, but some officials with ulterior motives have come up with the fallacy that "no solar eclipse means no food".

What he never expected was that this fallacy was supported by many officials and even used it as a conclusion.

On the other hand, they, a group of officials who were dedicated to their work, were just performing a routine rescue ritual, but in the end they were punished. They were really a court ruled by treacherous sycophants.

This time, if he had not listened to the advice of the student group headed by Lin Haoran and slowed down before writing the memorial, he might have fallen into it.

Although he did not stand in the limelight today, he was not happy in his heart. Through this solar eclipse dispute, he saw the various performances of many officials, which made him even more disappointed in the court.

If he didn't have a few proud disciples and knew that it was not the time to be impulsive, he would have liked to write a heartfelt memorial to criticize the current chaos in the court and scold those treacherous ministers.

"What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Wu Shan put away his depressed mood and faced the change of situation, but he couldn't help but think deeply.

If it had not been postponed for this day, he would have written a memorial as usual, pleading with the Holy Spirit to reflect on himself, cultivate virtue and improve government, but at this moment he undoubtedly had to be cautious.

If he insists on submitting this kind of memorial, he will not only have to face attacks from Yuan Wei, but also offend Yan Song and others, and he, the leader of the rescue faction, will inevitably stand at the forefront.

"Dad, it's time to eat!"

Wu Qiuyu walked lightly from the corridor, without her previous lively figure, and reminded her softly with a dignified look.

Wu Shan came back to his senses immediately, nodded slightly, got up and walked towards the dining room.

Looking at my daughter who is now a grown-up girl, I can't help but feel that time is passing by so quickly, and my daughter's marriage to Lin Haoran is also on the agenda.

Next year is the New Year for the Beijing Police Department, and Lin Haoran will definitely return to Beijing to resume his duties as the prefect of Guangzhou. Regardless of whether Lin Haoran stays in Beijing or not, the wedding is already going to take place, and the date of the wedding will be finalized this year.

"Hai Ran asked someone to bring dried sand worms again this time. I made porridge, do you want to try it?" Mrs. Liu watched Wu Shan come in and started to serve the rice.

Wu Shan shook his head decisively. Insects are vicious things, how can they be eaten? It is orthodox to eat porridge, but I don't know why Cantonese people are like this. They really dare to bake anything into food.

Sitting down, taking up chopsticks, eating without talking or sleeping, this is the normal routine of the Wu family.

Mrs. Liu was in a good mood today. She was eating delicious sandworm porridge and exchanging experiences with her daughter, commenting on how delicious this delicacy from Guangdong was.

Wu Shan saw that the so-called sandworm was not disgusting as expected, and seemed to be quite delicious, but he couldn't help but take a second look.

"Would you like a bowl for you?" Mrs. Liu looked at her husband and asked expectantly.

Wu Shan has an unbreakable principle. No matter how delicious the sandworm is, one of his principles is not to eat the sandworm. He flatly refused: "How can a reptile be eaten? A woman is ignorant and fearless!"

"Good intentions are treated like a donkey's heart and lungs!" Mrs. Liu was very angry. She turned to Wu Qiuyu and said again: "Qiuyu, when you get married, don't forget your mother. Bring her more sandworms to dry."

come over!"

As she said that, she glanced at Wu Shan proudly.

Wu Qiuyu didn't know if her mother really loved to eat, or if she just wanted to make her father angry, but she still blushed and said, "My daughter will remember it."

She was both excited and nervous about her upcoming marriage. Nervousness was naturally related to the transition from a girl to a woman, but she was excited because she could leave this prison and go to a place that seemed free.

After a not-so-pleasant dinner, Wu Shan returned to his study.

There was a memorial written on the desk in the study room, but he burned it.

I just started writing and planned to draft the next memorial, but I sighed sadly and was unable to write it.

The next day, the city of Beijing remained the same. People with status lived in the prosperous areas of the inner city, while people with no status lived in the slums of the outer city. Officials went to the Yamen one after another.

Wu Shan took the official sedan and went directly to the Hanlin Academy instead of going to the Ministry of Rites.

At present, he is still the editor-in-chief of "Talking About the Past and the Present", and there will be a regular publication on the 16th of every month.

This publication, originally founded by Lin Haoran, has become more and more influential among scholars, and its sales scope has covered most of the Ming Dynasty.

If there is anything that gives the most sense of accomplishment, it is undoubtedly this matter. After screening the articles, they are then printed into publications and distributed for scholars all over the world to study.

Every poem, every article, every political opinion can be spread as quickly as possible.

Entering the Hanlin Academy, the Hanlin Academy seemed very quiet as before, and the inspection hall seemed as happy as ever.

"Teacher, please take a look!"

Xu Wei, who looked even fatter, strode into the hall, respectfully handed the manuscript up and said.

Wu Shan was very satisfied with this extremely talented scholar, nodded slightly, and read carefully as usual. His job was very simple, he carried out simple screening, checking whether there were any flaws in the article, and most importantly, whether there was anything out of place.

Naturally, he didn't dare to be careless about this kind of thing. Li Mo, the former Minister of Civil Affairs, was a lesson learned from the past. Some mistakes in words were enough to make people lose their heads.

Huh?

Wu Shan looked at the previous comment on current affairs, "On the Harm of Salt," and pointed out the chaos caused by officials in the capital eating tax-free salt. Some people used this to smuggle and make huge profits. It was a good political opinion.

However, when I turned to the "New Clothes of the Nanyang King" at the back, my face couldn't help but become solemn.

The fable is simple, it teaches everyone to be honest, but it is undoubtedly too sensitive at the moment.

"You go down!"

Wu Shan was silent for a moment, and then said calmly.

Xu Wei respected this teacher very much, and after saluting, he carefully stepped back, but he couldn't help but cast a curious glance at Wu Shan's face.

After Wu Shan revised a few things, he went directly to Xiyuan to meet the saint as usual.

Jiajing didn't like trouble, but he always maintained a high interest in "Talking About the Past and the Present", which was held once a month, and praised the relevant personnel many times.

Jiajing sat in front of the case as usual, carefully flipping through the "Talking about the Past and the Present" that was presented. Looking at the "On the Disadvantages of Salt" in front, he frowned slightly. If this is true, it would be a good idea.

The bad policy of officials eating tax-free salt can be abolished, thereby preventing anyone from taking advantage of this matter to gain profits and corrupt the salt policy.

When I saw the last piece of "The New Clothes of the Nanyang King", my face immediately turned pale and I looked at Wu Shan with a stern look.

"These articles were compiled and screened by the Imperial Academy's Maintenance Department this month. If your Majesty thinks they are inappropriate, I will ask them to revise them again!" Wu Shan noticed the face of his Majesty and saluted seriously.

Jiajing asked seriously: "Is it true that there is no article you just wrote here?"

"No, please tell me clearly, Your Majesty!" Wu Shan immediately knelt down and said sincerely.

Jiajing hated it most when his ministers were being scheming. Seeing Wu Shan's reaction, he knew that this time must be a small coincidence. So he read the fable again and found that the moral of the story was very good. I'm afraid it would not be possible in a short while.

Made it up.

Wu Shan waited for a long time, but was not punished, but was given a simple "Go down".

Wu Shan has no place in Wuyi Palace, so leaving Wanshou Palace means leaving directly.

Although it caused the emperor's dissatisfaction and "The King of Nanyang's New Clothes" had to be deleted, it was undoubtedly worth it.

Wuyi Hall is an official hall.

Since yesterday, Yuan Wei's mind has not been on work, but he has tried every possible means to find out about Wu Shan's movements.

But when the news came, he was undoubtedly disappointed. Wu Shan did not go to the General Administration Department this morning, but went to the Hanlin Academy, but he was busy with the "Talking about the Ancient and the Modern", which was highly valued by the emperor.

A young eunuch came in and when he heard that the Holy Master was about to summon him, he felt a burst of joy in his heart.

The fact that the lunar eclipse was able to "turn big things into small things and turn small things into small things" undoubtedly had a share of his contribution, and the Holy Spirit must have commended him.

"The humble ministers bow to the emperor. Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

Yuan Wei came to the monastery and bowed humbly.

Jiajing, wearing a light blue Taoist robe, was sitting on a bright yellow futon. He looked otherworldly and had a bit of Taoist charm.

There was silence for a while, and then he said calmly: "Get up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yuan Wei relied on his denial of the merits of the solar eclipse, so he had a certain degree of confidence. He seemed very optimistic about Jiajing's summons, and his eyes could not hide the joy.

"You wrote yesterday's memorial very well, and you deserve it!" Jiajing praised it.

Yuan Wei was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly replied: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty. I am just discussing the matter, but Wu Shangshu's words and deeds are really disappointing."

But regardless of whether the emperor understood it or not, he decided to give Jiajing some eye drops to get rid of Wu Shan's obstacle.

Jiajing was noncommittal, and suddenly pointed at the wooden carving on the table and said: "I have recently obtained a treasure. Only those with Tao roots can see its red light. When I look at it, it is really red light all over the body. It is indeed a sacred object.

. Huang Jin looked at it and said it was a sculpture made of rotten wood!"

"There is such a magical thing?" Yuan Wei asked in surprise.

"Haha...Huang Jin, show it to Yuan Shilang for a look. I also want to know if Yuan Shilang has Taoist roots!" Jiajing smiled heartily and ordered to Huang Jin.

Huang Jin immediately carefully brought a wooden box over and whispered: "This is a strange thing sent by Tao Shenxian, you must be careful!"
To be continued...