Following the sound, Yang Fan discovered that there were two burly military guards standing inside the gate of the Yamen.
Yang Fan touched his nose and smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect that these yamen in ancient times were also equipped with security guards.
But don't underestimate these people. As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with. If you have to deal with these people frequently in the future, you must not offend them easily.
So he smiled and clasped his fists and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Master Jun. I'm here to report today."
The sergeants who stand guard in the central organization are all good at observing people's actions.
Seeing that Yang Fan, who was wearing a crimson official uniform, was so respectful to them, the sergeant was stunned for a moment and quickly realized.
The face that was still stern just now was like a spring river thawing, and he smiled and said modestly: "How dare you call me this, little Liu Gui, do you dare to ask me, my loyal uncle Yang Fanyang?"
Regarding Yang Fan's appointment by His Majesty as Minister of Rites, the imperial court had already spread the news, and the decree had already reached the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites.
I just don’t know why, but I haven’t taken office yet.
Although Liu Gui didn't know Yang Fan, the man in front of him was so young and had extraordinary bearing.
The sergeants on guard were treated so courteously just now. Who else could they be except Yang Fan, the loyal uncle of Wannian County?
Although Yang Fan has never been an official, he also knows that this is not the time to talk about family affairs, so he smiled slightly: "I'm here, I don't know where to go?"
Although the sergeant wanted to chat with Yang Fan for a few more words, not only was Yang Fan a fourth-grade officer, his future was unlimited.
What's more, Yang Fan is a well-established legend in Chang'an City, and anyone would dare to punch the prince or the prince.
But what he admired the most was that the young man in front of him was a living Bodhisattva in the eyes of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and he was highly regarded by the younger generation in the literary world.
He prevented the smallpox plague and saved countless people. His song "Pipa Xing" made his family rich. His song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" made many poor singers cry and left many romantic stories.
As powerful sergeants, these romantic men of letters were also the objects of their admiration.
Who in this era doesn’t have a dream to become a scholar?
Of course Liu Gui knew that Yang Fan was rushing to report, and he said diligently: "Sir, you are new to this place, so you may be a little unfamiliar with it. Let me take you there."
After that, without any nonsense, we led the way ahead and passed through a circular arch before arriving at the courtyard of the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites.
Entering the courtyard, Liu Gui said softly: "Please wait a moment, Sir, I will go and make a call first."
Seeing that Liu Gui was so capable, Yang Fan nodded secretly, he was indeed a sergeant who could be assigned to the central department.
But how could Yang Fan have imagined that if it weren't for his name and his humility just now, ordinary people wouldn't have such courtesy.
Of course, Yang Fan would not be stingy with such attentive service. He took out a few taels of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it directly into Liu Gui's hand.
Liu Gui weighed it and realized that it was worth several taels, which was equivalent to a month's worth of silver.
Uncle Zhongyi is indeed benevolent and generous, no wonder some people call him the God of Wealth.
However, he quickly pushed it back and said: "This is a matter of personal responsibility. I don't dare to let Uncle Zhongyi spend money."
This move made Yang Fan take another look at him. Is there a cat that doesn't like fish?
However, there is no reason to take back the things that were given away, so he smiled slightly, waved his hands and said: "Take it, it's freezing cold, and the brothers outside are standing in the cold. Take it and buy some wine."
, can warm up the body.”
Liu Gui did not refuse this time, because Yang Fan's intention was obvious, it was for their brothers.
He glanced at Yang Fan gratefully, turned around quickly and trotted in.
Yang Fan has a relatively good impression of Liu Gui because he knows the current affairs and doesn't mess around.
After a while, Liu Gui quickly came out and said, "Master Shangshu invites you, Master Yang can go in directly."
When they missed Yang Fan, Liu Gui reminded him softly: "Master Zhang Zhongye is also inside. He is usually narrow-minded. He is talking ill of Master Yang to Master Yang. Master Yang must be careful..."
After saying this, Liu Gui did not stay and left without looking back.
Who is Zhang Zhongye?
Yang Fan was completely confused. After thinking about it, it seemed that he didn't know this person.
Although Yang Fan has never been an official, he is not very enthusiastic about becoming an official.
But he also knows that everyone carries the sedan chair, and this is also the case in official circles.
It is not a good thing if you are squeezed out by your colleagues when you first enter the officialdom.
Yang Fan didn't want to run back in disgrace within a few days of entering.
Everything will be successful if you are prepared, and if you are not prepared, it will be ruined. The words of our ancestors are indeed correct.
Suddenly I felt that I was a little careless. I should have consulted with old foxes like Cheng Yaojin before coming here.
But now that we have arrived at the gate of the Yamen, we can't be timid.
The matter has come to this, it is useless to think too much. Who cares, there is really nothing that can be done.
How could you frighten a ghost and a snake spirit that you haven't even met before?
Thinking of this, I held my head high and walked in confidently.
After not walking too far, we arrived at a room that looked like a small conference room. Although it was not very spacious, it was brightly and elegantly decorated.
The ground is covered with a brown carpet, the sculptures on the beams and columns are lifelike, there is a red sandalwood table, a carefully woven screen next to it, a few ceramic bottles with bright patterns on the shelf, and calligraphy stickers and slogans hanging on the wall.
They complement each other and appear elegant and unique.
Although Yang Fan didn't know the value of these things, these objects were elegant and luxurious, and every item was absolutely extraordinary.
But when I think about it, I feel relieved. Although the Ministry of Rites is Qingshui Yamen, it is one of the six departments after all.
As a department that deals with all the vassal states in the world, if it is not decorated more elegantly, how can it reflect the majesty and style of the celestial dynasty.
Looking back to the center, there was a middle-aged man with a smile sitting on the front seat.
The man is about 40 years old, short in height, with a white face and a short beard, red lips and white teeth. He wears a high crown and a purple robe with a round collar.
Although he looks young, he is quite majestic.
how to say?
A bit like the image of He Kun in the TV series of his previous life.
Seeing others who were not very old but wearing majestic purple robes made Yang Fan a little envious.
He glanced down at his red official uniform, which was the color of a cooked prawn, and secretly calculated when he would be able to wear purple robes.
He is now at the lower level of the fourth rank, and wearing a purple robe is at least the third rank.
Once you reach a certain position, you can reach the sky step by step. Nimei is still several levels behind!
But I can only comfort myself, at least this prawn-like official uniform is better than the green official uniform, and does not require a large green grassland to be draped on the body.
Yang Fan, who had never been an official, had no idea that being a fourth-rank official, even in the Tang Dynasty, was not something ordinary people could achieve, let alone that he was still so young.
In previous eras, a fourth-grade official would have been equivalent to a senior official at the bureau level. If he had not been in the officialdom for twenty or thirty years, it would have been impossible.
Soon, Yang Fan was attracted by another person.
This man is sitting in the first place on the left side of the middle-aged man in purple robe. His beard is gray and he is at least over sixty years old. His face is thin and he is staring at him with a pair of triangular eyes. Could this be Zhang Zhongye?
But Yang Fan had no interest in this old man at all.
So he cupped his fists and saluted the purple-robed middle-aged man at the head of the table: "In my humble position, I have seen Lord Shangshu..."
The middle-aged man in purple robe chuckled, raised his hand to support him and said: "Sure enough, you are an outstanding young man. Your Majesty has a keen eye for pearls. With your relationship with Jing Huan of a certain family, you don't need to be so polite. Just call him uncle."
Although Yang Fan has never been in official circles, he still has some experience.
Of course, the middle-aged man in purple robe would not take Yang Fan seriously when he said polite words to show his closeness.
No leader likes to be called uncle or uncle in formal occasions.
It is even more taboo for people in official circles.
After all, it is easy for others to develop a nepotistic relationship in which they treat things unfairly.
Yang Fan's emotional intelligence is not that bad yet.
Although he has a relatively good relationship with Li Jinghuan in private, if he meets a middle-aged man at his house, he can respectfully call him uncle.
But now that we are in a government office, this is absolutely impossible.
At this point, I think everyone should already know who this middle-aged man in purple robe is.
You guessed it right, he is none other than Li Daozong, the Prince of Jiangxia County, one of the two sages of Li and Tang Dynasties.