Wuyi Palace's duty room, sandalwood is lingering.

Old Yan Song, wearing a python cannon, leaned his head in front of the desk, with snow-white and thick eyebrows covering his eyes. If he hadn't written small words on the paper from time to time, people would have thought he was taking a nap.

Hu Zongxian did not disappoint him. The wars in Jiangxi and Guangdong have been pacified one after another, while the remaining Japanese pirates in Fujian seem rampant, but the essence is not enough to worry about.

Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, the biggest threat at the moment is no longer the south, but Mongolia in the north. It is undoubtedly a waste of money to solve the problem in the north, and the emperor will not allow a three-sided governor with such military achievements.

"So quickly move to Fujian, clear out the Japanese pirates, and restore stability to the south!"

Yan Song held his hand, held his breath and focused his mind, and wrote a line of small characters on the note. After writing these small characters, he carefully paused on the memorial, and everything seemed familiar.

Daily tickets, writing Qing Ci, testing elixirs and reporting have become the whole of his current life, especially after his wife passed away, this Xiyuan seemed to have really become his home.

But he had a feeling that he might not have been here for too long.

First, he is already in his twilight years, his body is full of energy, and he is becoming increasingly unable to do many things; secondly, although the Lord is still favored by him, this is based on his ability to share worries, but now many things he does not handle are in line with the holy wishes.

The most important thing is that the Wanshou Palace next to it is rebuilt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the silver consumed is much lower than the valuation given to him by Yan Shifan.

"Gei Master Yan, Gei Master Xu asks for a visit!" It was in the absence of consciousness that a cabinet official came in and reminded softly.

Yan Song was naturally very familiar with Xu Jie and immediately ordered people to be brought in.

After Xu Jie came in, he respectfully bowed to Yan Song and said, "I have met Lord Yuan Fu!"

"Huating, you are here, sit down!" Yan Song raised his dry hand and said gently.

Xu Jie thanked him, but took out a memorial from his sleeve and said respectfully: "Xie Yuanfu! This is a list of disposals for external inspections. Please check it out by Lord Yuanfu!"

The court assessed all officials, which were divided into external inspection and capital inspection. External inspection was a major inspection by the court for local officials, and some incompetent officials would be directly dismissed from their posts.

Therefore, whenever the year of external inspection, local officials who entered Beijing were extremely frightened and looked for contact in the capital, hoping to escape this catastrophe.

According to the current system, external inspections were presided over by the Minister of Personnel, and the Censorate and Kedao had the power to supervise, so the list was mainly from the Secretary of Personnel, Shupu and the Left Censor of the Censorate, Pan En.

During this external inspection, Guo Pu showed a selfless side. From this Spring Festival this year, he had almost never met relatives and friends, and it seemed that he would not be able to show favor to anyone.

But for Yan Song, it may not be a good thing.

Guo Pu was a Jinshi in the 14th year of Jiajing, so he would not mention his grudges with Yan Song. The current left-level censor of the Censorate, Pan En, is from Songjiang Prefecture, Nanzhili. He was a Jinshi in the second year of Jiajing. He was both a fellow villager and a fellow student with Xu Jie.

With these two presided over this external investigation, where can Yan Dang have good results?

"There are twenty-four people who have the elderly and those who are not as talented as possible, and there are..."

Yan Song took the list and opened it, but sighed sadly. Although he had expected such a result, he could not help but feel a little lost in his heart.

Six years ago, Li Mo, who was then the Minister of Personnel, also did the same. He took the people from the Party and had the intention of cleaning up the people from the Party.

Fortunately, Li Mo made a joke and offended the emperor and eventually died in prison. Li Ben presided over the foreign and Beijing prosecutors that year, but instead asked him to cleanse all officials for a round.

To this day, these so-called external inspection and capital inspection have become a means for their party to fight against differences and eliminate dissidents.

Yan Song was not completely confused, but he clearly saw Guo Pu's motive, but nodded slightly and said to Xu Jie lightly: "Well, I understand!"

"The official is here to leave first!" Xu Jie bowed and observed Yan Song's reaction at the same time. It only disappointed him. Yan Song was neither angry nor acknowledged the list.

Facing this old fox, he was actually afraid. Whether it was Xia Yan in the early stage or Li Mo later, they were eventually turned over by Yan Song, and they ended up tragically in the end.

At this moment, he was a test of Yan Song, but he didn't know what method Yan Song would use to fight back. Xu Jie actually walked out of the duty room with some anxiety.

Xu Jie thought that things would be slightly lowered, and walked back to his case and found that there was another time. He was shocked and immediately blamed him: "Why are you here again?"

This tall middle-aged man was naturally Xu Fan. Because Da Cong was responsible for rebuilding Wanshou Palace, he resolutely regarded Xu Jie's duty room as his place to rest. Faced with his father's reproach, he held up the teacup and said naturally: "Dad, I'm thirsty, come and have tea!"

Xu Jie looked at him deeply, wondering why this kid was just a cover for drinking tea, but he had no intention of exposing it.

"Dad, what's his reaction?" Xu Fan asked in a voice.

Xu Jie glared at him angrily, returned to his desk and sat down, saying in a preaching tone: "Do you think people who have reached this position will write their emotions on their faces?"

"Dad, Zang Jifang is useless. Should you really fill in his name?" Xu Fan took a sip of tea and said with some complaint.

Xu Jie frowned slightly and said angrily: "You have been in vain for so many years. Have you seen any teacher who would attack his disciples? I didn't take action to save Yang Jisheng back then, do you know how much criticism your father has endured?"

Zang Jifang was a Jinshi in the 32nd year of Jiajing. He was ranked 27th in the examination by Xu Jie, who was the chief examiner at the time. He was one of Xu Jie's disciples. Last year, he was transferred to the prefect of Songjiang, but he was upright. Although he took into account Xu Jie's teacher-student relationship, he was very upset about what Xu's family did in Songjiang.

Xu Fan was dissatisfied with his father, the disobedient disciple, so he changed his mind, but he knew very well that the moment was not a good time to take action. At most, he could only be transferred to another place, rather than being directly dismissed.

Xu Jie took a sip of tea and asked seriously: "Is there any problem in Wanshou Palace?"

"No, that's fine!" Xu Fan replied impatiently.

Xu Jie seriously reminded: "Now it is the final stage of the construction period, so you must not relax!"

"I understand!" Xu Fan nodded.

After drinking tea, Xu Fan left Wuyi Hall and walked towards the construction site.
Chapter completed!