Chapter five hundred and forty-two small stimulation
Qin Dewei inspected the Siyi Pavilion today, and after arranging the opening work of the Western Pavilion, he clapped his hands and left.
Although he knows the direction of science in his heart, it is also limited by the current reality. Many tasks will take a long time to be effective and cannot be accomplished in a day.
Fortunately, I traveled back in time to the early Jiajing Dynasty, and I am not very old, so I still have time to take my time. No matter what, it will not be worse than the original history.
On the way home, Qin Dewei was very moved: "If future generations also have history textbooks, then the evaluation of today will probably be that a new chapter in cultural exchanges between China and foreign countries has been opened."
Of course, a grain of sand in the great era becomes a mountain when it falls on an individual's head, such as Yan Jiansheng, who was recommended by the public to go to Guangdong to enjoy the sea breeze.
Qin Dewei returned home and the whole family had dinner.
After eating, Qin Dewei sent Wang Lianqing, who was pregnant, back to his room and talked for a long time...
Then he returned to the main room and said to Xu Miaoxuan: "I will be free again in the next few days. When will I go to seek medical advice?"
Xu Miaoxuan sighed and replied: "Try to work harder for a month or two."
Qin Dewei was speechless. A few days ago, under the stimulation from all sides, Sister Xuan had already agreed to go to Tao Xiangu.
Unexpectedly, because she had been busy for a few days and had no time to strike while the iron was hot, Sister Xuan began to hesitate again.
There really is good medicine in Tao Xiangu’s place, the kind that every man wants, but he won’t give it to himself unless he practices dual cultivation.
That night, Qin Dewei took a book and read it under the candle on the bed.
After Xu Miaoxuan undressed and took off her belt, she called out a few times, but Qin Dewei pretended not to hear.
She just thought that Qin wanted to be lazy again and evade his responsibilities, so she reached out and snatched the book away.
Then he said angrily: "This is strange, why does my husband start to like reading?"
Qin Dewei said seriously: "This book is very reasonable, you should read it too."
Xu Miaoxuan glanced at the cover of the candle. It was a copy of "Han Feizi".
Looking at the opened page again, there are six words at the beginning: "Bian Que meets Duke Huan of Cai".
Suddenly, an unknown fire appeared in my heart, rising up.
Suddenly I heard the maid report: "There is a message from the gate that a big shot is coming to visit and is waiting outside the gate!"
Qin Dewei was very confused. What the hell is a big shot? Who is so bored that he suddenly comes over in the middle of the night?
Xu Miaoxuan glanced at her husband suspiciously. Did she hire someone to perform the double act in order to avoid her obligations?
Qin Dewei got off the kang and came out of the house, took the invitation and looked at it, his expression changed.
Xu Miaoxuan also came out and asked, "Who is it?"
Qin Dewei replied: "Yan Song, the Minister of Rites!"
Xu Miaoxuan was shocked. A second-rank minister, one of the top ten civil servants in the imperial court, and not a relative, actually took the initiative to meet her husband in public!
From a etiquette perspective, this is simply a reversal of dignity and is totally unseemly!
In the officialdom, the most important thing is the respect of superiors and subordinates. It is not an exaggeration to say that Yan Shangshu is humble and humble when he does things like this.
Therefore, it is impossible for a double act to be a double act. Even if the Minister of Rites is well fed, it is impossible for him to cooperate like this.
"Husband, what did you do again?" Xu Miaoxuan asked again subconsciously.
Qin Dewei frowned and replied: "I just want to send his son to Guangdong."
Xu Miaoxuan was speechless. What kind of evil husband could force the Minister of Rites to do this?
After thinking about it for a moment, she could only sigh: "It's not good if I see you, and it's not good if I don't see you."
Qin Dewei said bitterly: "Yes, he is just showing it to others!"
If you think about it carefully, you will know that a second-rank minister of the Ministry of Rites was forced to pay a visit to a fifth-rank minister. How much moral pressure is that?
And it must be news with the potential to be a hot topic. What will others say when it spreads tomorrow?
Are you laughing at the old minister for his deep affection, or praising a certain scholar for being arrogant and domineering?
Even Qin Dewei, who has always been shrewd and calculating, was caught off guard.
He really didn't expect that Yan Song could be so "shameless".
It would be too rude to receive someone, but it would be even more rude to refuse to see him.
It was the lesser of two evils. After Qin Dewei weighed it, he sent a message: "Open the middle door and I will greet you!"
There was no way, although Qin Dewei felt very resentful, but he couldn't be rude.
He could only go to the gate in person and invite Yan Song to the outer study. It was not very respectful, but the due etiquette was thoughtful.
After the guests and hosts were seated and ordered to serve tea, Qin Dewei took the initiative and asked: "Uncle Grand Zong came here during the moonlight. What advice do you have?"
Yan Song's face was light and calm, and he said truthfully: "I came here for the dog."
Qin Dewei's official response: "I am a soft-hearted person, so I asked them to nominate candidates publicly.
I didn’t expect that Brother Yan Shi was elected, and it’s really hard to change it in public.”
Yan Song didn't say anything, and said as if it had nothing to do with him: "Maybe he was destined to have this calamity in his life."
Qin Dewei thought to himself, Yan Song is definitely not a fool or idiot. I wonder what he means?
Even if you want to make peace, you should come up with chips.
He stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling person, so Qin Dewei took the initiative to help "make suggestions" and then said:
"Why did Uncle Zong come to me and ask Brother Yan Shi to take sick leave and stay at home, or go back to his hometown to hide.
How can anyone still be so unsympathetic to Brother Yan Shi for such a small job? It will be easier to deal with the matter after a few years."
However, Yan Song said "there is something in his words": "That won't work. If you dare to resist the errands arranged by the imperial court, you may be charged with abandoning your official position without permission, or running away from home.
Even making a fuss out of a molehill might involve me."
Qin Dewei: ""
It's true that heroes think alike. Qin Dewei really thought so. He was a back-up man, but he didn't expect Yan Song to say it outright.
But Yan Song was always unable to show his true sincerity. Qin Dewei did not wait for Yan Song to plead, and immediately began to shirk: "No matter what, we must insist on doing things impartially. Please come back, uncle."
Yan Song said seriously: "Scholar Qin may have some misunderstanding. I came here this time specifically to thank Scholar Qin for giving Quanzi a chance to hone his skills."
Qin Dewei couldn't tell whether Yan Song's words were sincere from the bottom of his heart, or was he wearing a false mask that could cover up all emotions?
Yan Song continued: "So I have no intention of excusing Quanzi. By sending him to Guangdong for work, he is also serving the imperial court. As a father, I have no objection."
Qin Dewei: ""
One is impartial and selfless, and the other is deeply aware of righteousness and has a high consciousness. I really can’t go on talking about it today!
Is this the power of Yan Song, the traitor in history? Qin Dewei suddenly felt a little excited when he thought of this.
Others don't know Yan Song's vicious nature, but Qin Dewei knows it very well.
As long as Yan Song steps into his house tonight, in Yan Song's mind, it is tantamount to being humiliated. From now on, he is afraid that he will be his mortal enemy and the enemy who must die.
Isn't it a little exciting to know whether I was beaten in the past or beheaded in the future?