Chapter 113 Yan Song: The censor must be supervised and directed!
Gao Shilian had known that he might be promoted, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.
The day before yesterday, I entered the palace to meet the saint. Yesterday, someone from the Ministry of official affairs went to Yongshou County to pick up Changsun Wuji's documents. This morning, he was granted the official position of Dianshi!
Isn't this riding horse too fast?
"I have been working as a doctor in the Ministry of Justice for so many years, and I have never seen the imperial court work with such high efficiency."
Gao Shilian stroked his beard, his old face full of emotion and a bit of expectation.
Changsun Wuji also slowly came to his senses and nodded.
Gao Shilian sipped his tea and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is also sincerely doing it for your own good, even taking into consideration the fact that the classics and history are not popular!"
"If you overpromote certain officials, not only will it cause material criticism, but you won't even be able to pass the county examination next year!"
Changsun Wuji nodded solemnly, his tiger eyes full of emotion: "That day in the palace was just a talk. I thought that His Majesty was busy with everything, but he might forget it when he turned around."
"I didn't expect His Majesty to remember such a small thing!"
I have long felt that His Majesty the Emperor is an easy-going and meticulous person, but he actually took care of such a small matter.
"Auxiliary engine!"
Gao Shilian said with emotion: "Your Majesty cares about you, so he takes special care of your affairs. If you have a prosperous day in the future, don't forget your Majesty's kindness today."
Gao Shilian valued etiquette and the concept of repaying kindness was deeply rooted in his mind.
Changsun Wuji looked solemn and patted his chest twice: "Don't worry, uncle, how could I forget!"
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be thinking about something and turned to look at Gao Shilian: "Uncle, are you about to be...promoted?"
Gao Shilian smiled and shook his head: "My matter cannot be accomplished in a short while, there is no harm in waiting."
If it were so easy to be promoted to the fourth rank, there would already be as many high-ranking officials as dogs in the capital.
However, Gao Shilian also has the confidence to wait.
His Majesty the Emperor promoted Changsun Wuji to an official position, which means that he takes this matter seriously.
In this case, what is Gao Shilian still anxious about?
Promotion is just a matter of time!
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In the same capital, the Gaofu family received good news about promotion, but others received bad news.
There are ice trays in the four corners of Yan's study room, the air is pleasantly cool, there are quaint and exquisite mahogany tables and chairs, and exquisite antiques are placed on the ancient shelves.
"What?? Wei Zheng wants to send people to follow my father to provide disaster relief??"
Yan Shifan stared with one eye, looking in disbelief at Luo Longwen, who was wearing a red official robe.
"This is the thief!"
Yan Maoqing was also in the study, gnashing his teeth in hatred.
Today he was teased by three young censors, so naturally he would not have a good impression of Wei Zheng, the chief censor.
Several people were paying attention to this issue, but Yan Song behind the desk hurriedly asked: "Where is Heshen?"
Luo Longwen hurriedly replied: "There are four supervisory censors, two following He Shen, and two following you, Prime Minister Yan."
"Oh, all right……"
Yan Song breathed a sigh of relief: "In this case, He Shen must not be too arrogant in embezzling money and food!"
Yan Shifan was stunned by his father's thoughts. After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly said: "Dad, what about you? What should you do?"
"I am an upright official, and I am not afraid of any slanting shadow if I am upright!"
Yan Song glared at him: "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"
"I..." Yan Shifan opened his mouth and found that he was speechless.
Luo Longwen noticed the helplessness of the young prime minister and said hurriedly: "Prime Minister Yan and the young prime minister don't need to worry too much."
"According to what the official pointed out, His Majesty argued hard and made Wei Zheng agree to one of his conditions."
"Those four censors only have the right to record. They are responsible for counting the number of victims rescued by Prime Minister Yan and He. They cannot dictate the decisions of the two adults!"
Yan Shifan was startled.
Yan Song frowned: "How can this be done? The censor is here, so he naturally wants to speak!"
"Without the censor's restraint, what if Heshen's fellow is too greedy?"
He stood up and walked around, thought for a moment, and finally made up his mind and walked towards the door of the study: "No, I will enter the palace now. Please take back your Majesty's orders! The four censors must be properly supervised!"
Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen both sighed. The money left in the treasury was not much different from the money left in Prime Minister Yan's own hands.
But if He Shen takes advantage of it, then it is really gone.
"Dad! Dad, calm down!"
Yan Shifan screamed miserably and rushed over to hug Yan Song's legs. He raised his head and revealed a big tearful eye: "Dad, why are you so hard on yourself?"
Yan Song swung his legs, but did not break away from his fat son. He lowered his head and said angrily: "Yan Shifan, let go!"
Yan Shifan earnestly advised: "Dad, they are just shitty censors who know shit about disaster relief!"
"If you let them dictate what you do, what if disaster relief is messed up?"
"You are an upright official. If you mess up even a reputation-earning job such as disaster relief, your reputation will be dragged down!"
As expected, Yan Song was stunned by what the fat son said.
He also knew the virtues of those censors, and if they were allowed to do whatever they wanted, something would definitely happen.
When Yan Shifan saw his father like this, he knew that his words had taken effect. He let go of his father's legs, stood up and patted the dust on his short coat.
"Alas~"
Yan Song sighed helplessly and sat back behind the desk.
When Yan Shifan saw that his father had listened to the advice, he couldn't help but have an even more extreme idea in his heart: "Dad, instead of fighting, it's better to cooperate sincerely with Mr. He! Disaster relief can be more profitable than this!"
He clasped his fat fingers and counted them one by one: "The price of food has soared, we can make a profit on the price difference, and when the refugees buy food, we can buy their land at a low price..."
Bang~
Yan Song stood up angrily and slammed the table, causing all the fat on Yan Shifan's body to tremble in shock.
"My money!!"
"I will take half, and He Shen will take half! Do you still want me to beg him to cooperate?"
As he spoke, he kept coughing angrily: "Even if I'm not greedy for a penny, I can't let He Shen be greedy for a penny!"
"Prime Minister Yan, Prime Minister Yan, please calm down."
Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen hurriedly came up to help him calm down: "Prime Minister Yan, I believe you and your Excellency also know the right amount and won't be greedy for too much."
"Yes, Prime Minister Yan, even if Heshen really dares to be corrupt, it will just highlight your integrity!"
"By then your name will be known to the whole court. He Shen, who is so corrupt and commits many unjust acts, will spit out all his money sooner or later..."
Yan Shifan looked at the three people speechlessly, not knowing how to complain for a while.
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Compared to Yan Song's reaction, He Shen was shocked when he heard the news.
"Wei Zheng wants to send a censor to follow? Your Majesty agrees?"
Su Ling'a sighed and said helplessly: "I heard that His Majesty did not agree at first, and said that he has no doubts about employing people. You and Prime Minister Yan are both important ministers of the country that he trusts. He believes that you will never go wrong, but that guy Wei Zheng