Ding Wei calmly avoided what he had just been stunned by, and casually praised Zhang Dexiang.
In the Forbidden Palace, the fewer people who know about it, the better.
Although Zu Shiheng was his, he had turned to him halfway after all, so he should avoid suspicion.
"Indeed."
Zu Shiheng nodded in agreement. He also admired Zhang Dexiang.
People from Fujian usually give people the impression that they are 'rash and narrow-minded', but Zhang Dexiang has no such legacy at all.
He is a generous and tolerant person, and he is meticulous in his work.
Even Kou Zhun, who deeply hated the southerners, praised Zhang Dexiang endlessly, even though Yang Yi was involved.
But Zhang Dexiang’s talent is unquestionable.
"pity."
Then, Ding Wei sighed softly.
"Can't be used by me."
Although Zhang Dexiang was a southerner like him, Zhang Dexiang became closer to Kou Zhun, Wang Zeng and other northerners because of his relationship with his cousin Yang Yi.
After sighing, Ding Wei waved his hand.
"That's fine."
"The stick-shooting method is indeed a good method, Uncle Ping (Zu Shiheng's name), you can use this method as your main method and write a letter to ban it."
Ding said that he made this decision, on the one hand, because his shooting skills are really good, and on the other hand, it was to show his tolerance.
So what if you are not your own person?
He Ding said that he is not the kind of person who is either me or this.
"yes."
The leaders had already spoken, but how could Zu Shiheng dare to refuse?
He knew very well that the position of Third Commander was entirely due to his luck.
After all, there are many people with qualifications ahead of him.
If it were not for Prime Minister Ding, even if he took the position of the third minister, he would not be able to stand or sit firmly.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zu Shiheng said goodbye to Ding Wei and prepared to go home.
As a result, as soon as he stepped out of the backyard, Ding Qi's entourage stopped him with his hind legs.
"Jixiang (another name for the Third Secretary), my husband has invited me."
Looking at the servant blocking him, Zu Shiheng felt a trace of displeasure on his brows.
How rude!
After all, he is now the Third Secretary-General. Even though his rank is not high enough, who would not politely call him "Ji Xiang" when seeing him?
Although this servant shouted the same thing now, Zu Shiheng couldn't see any respect in this person's eyes.
Also, where is this place?
It's Ding Mansion!
Ding Qi himself is at home. Even if Ding Qi is Ding Xiang's biological son, he has to invite him personally if he wants to see him, right?
What does it mean to send a servant?
How can it be that my three dignified envoys come and leave at a moment’s notice?
"Lead the way!"
Zu Shiheng had a straight face and temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart.
When beating a dog, it depends on the master. After all, this servant is also Ding Qi's personal follower.
What's more, as a dignified envoy, there is no need to get angry with a servant, lest he lose his status.
The Ding Mansion is very large, covering an area of more than ten acres. In Tokyo, where land is at a premium, such a mansion is hard to buy.
Ding Wei's children and descendants basically live in this mansion, except for those who are officials outside.
After walking for about ten minutes, Zu Shiheng followed his servant to a small courtyard. There were many evergreen trees planted in the courtyard with lush branches and leaves.
Hearing the noise coming from outside, Ding Qi walked out of the main room and said with a pleasant smile.
"Qi, welcome to Prime Minister Ji!"
"Sanlang, why are you so polite?"
When he saw Ding Qi, the gloom on Zu Shiheng's face had long since dissipated, and he waved his hand in a friendly manner.
"Ji Xiang, please!"
Ding Qi smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.
Zu Shiheng nodded imperceptibly, took off his shoes under the service of his servants, and followed Ding Qi into the main room.
This is a renovated tea room. There are rows of antique shelves on the west side of the room, and various rare and rare art objects are clearly displayed on the shelves.
Among them, there are many Taihu stones that are hard to find in the outside world.
On the east side of the house, next to the window, is a tea-drinking place, where several graceful and graceful concubines are preparing soup by hand.
The scent of tea and birds is matched with the sound of the piano coming from behind the screen and the delicate fragrance coming from the tip of the nose.
This situation and scene are unique to a wealthy family.
Although the ancestral family is also a family of officials, in terms of family wealth, it is far from being able to bear these expenses.
When he thought of this, Zu Shiheng sighed in his heart.
As far as he knew, the Ding family was not a wealthy family before Ding Xiang started his career. How did the current luxury scene come from?
Just think about it with your toes.
On the other side, seeing that Zu Shiheng's expression remained unchanged, Ding Qi waved his hand vaguely, and several maids quietly exited the tea room, leaving only one maid skilled in tea ceremony to serve them.
"Xiang Ji, are you and my dad talking about tea today?"
After the two sat down, the maid just prepared the tea soup. Ding Qi took the tea cup and gently pushed it in front of Zu Shiheng.
The timing is just right.
"That's true."
Zu Shiheng picked up the tea cup expressionlessly and took a sip.
As expected, Ding Qi came to him today precisely to discuss tea.
He had heard a long time ago that Ding Qi had an unclear relationship with some tea merchants in Beijing. Now it seems that some of the rumors are probably between them.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
"well."
Ding Qi sighed pretentiously after hearing this.
"In recent days, the tea discussion has caused a stir in Beijing. Prime Minister Ji must have heard about it. Several of my friends have tea business at home."
"No, they asked me two days ago when the imperial court would set a new method for tea tasting."
Hearing this, Zu Shiheng was suddenly surprised.
If you ask him about this, wouldn't it mean that you are looking far away from the near?
Ding Xiang is your father, can't you just ask Ding Xiang directly?
The matter of discussing tea is completely decided by Ding Xiang!
"It should be soon."
However, doubts are doubts, and Zu Shiheng will not be stingy in answering what should be answered. Of course, he will not say a word of what should not be said.
"If nothing unexpected happens, there will be results in a month or two."
"oh?"
Ding Qi's eyes lit up and he looked hopeful. Obviously, he wanted to hear more inside stories.
Since Ding Qi was scolded by his father last time, although Ding Qi's grounding order has been lifted, his father has never told him about the tea again.
Ding Wei didn't say anything, and Ding Qi didn't dare to take the initiative to ask.
Therefore, he planned to find out more from Zu Shiheng.
However, Zu Shiheng's next reaction made him a little disappointed. Zu Shiheng just smiled at him and then nothing more happened.
"My nephew is being abrupt."
Soon, Ding Qi responded and apologized with fists in his hands.
"nothing."
Zu Shiheng laughed, with no trace of anger on his face.
However, Ding Qi's eyesight may not be able to tell whether he has it in his heart.
In the following time, the two never talked about tea again, and Ding Qi was certainly a little disappointed in this.
But he was not completely without gains.
At least, he got an approximate date.
The uproarious tea discussion is about to come to an end.