In the carriage, the candlelight jumped, and a bright spark burst out.

The smell of smoke suddenly became a little heavy, making the already blocked carriage look more and more like a moving coffin. Cui Xi, the Minister of Rites, quickly stood up and used silver scissors to cut the candle flowers on beeswax, but he forgot how tall he was. His head hit the top of the carriage with a "boom". In an instant, stars appeared in front of him.

"You let it go, I'll do it!" Li Gu rolled her eyes and ordered angrily.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Cui Shi smiled and shook his head, and continued to trim the candle flowers with scissors. The desolate smell flashed in his eyes.

How dare he bother Li Gu? The other party was Princess Taiping's personal maid! And he, the Minister of Rites of the Tang Dynasty? Forget it, God knows what kind of skin he is wearing under the official robe of the Minister of Rites?!

Li Gu is right. As long as the eldest princess likes something, sooner or later, her master will walk to the eldest princess and take the initiative to beg the eldest princess to accept it. Cui Xi herself has had such an experience and cannot be forgotten yet.

At that time, he was only twenty-five years old and ranked among Tanhua in the Jinshi exam. Soon, he became the attendant censor of the Great Zhou. His father was already the attendant minister of the Ministry of Personnel of the Great Zhou at that time, and his younger brother Cui Mi also served as the inspector of the Imperial Palace. At every court meeting, the father and son were listed at the same time, and the limelight was always the case. (Note: The Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Zetian was the national name when she was the queen. The censor was a censor, so he was not subject to grade restrictions and could participate in the Chang Dynasty.)

However, one day, the father and son were involved in Qi Lianyao's rebellion case at the same time, and were imprisoned in a confused manner. The entire Boling Cui family also became the target of local governments' strict defense and could be in a catastrophe at any time.

God is pitiful. Qi Lianyao is just a local recorder and joins the army, and even the gate of the Cui family is not qualified to enter. How could it be that the Cui family and the son and the three of them are loyal to him at the same time? If this person becomes the emperor, how could he have more favors than the Emperor of the Golden Wheel of the Great Zhou Dynasty to give to the father and son? (Note: Emperor of the Golden Wheel of the Holy Spirit, Wu Zetian was the queen.)

Seeing that the accomplices were all raided and exterminated, the father and son could only hold their heads in prison and cry. At this moment, the Holy Spirit Emperor of the Jinlun of the Great Zhou suddenly looked at him with his pupils. Seeing the loyalty of the father and son, he issued an order to release them from the prison and restore them to their posts.

Cui Shi originally thought that being able to escape was the protection of his ancestors in the heavenly spirit. However, after returning home, he was told by the clan that the reason why the Holy Emperor of Jinlun was opened was because the emperor's favorite daughter, Princess Taiping, cherished her talents and made a special statement in front of the emperor to clear the injustice of the father and son.

The next day, Cui Shi held the "Luqi" piano used by Sima Xiangru and came to thank Princess Taiping for his life-saving grace.

Although there is a piano name written by Sima Xiangru by Sima, it is actually because of its age. Princess Taiping was still very happy after seeing it. She actually came out to hold a banquet for guests, which instantly surprised Cui Xi. (Note: Lu Qi, one of the four famous pianos in ancient times, was used by Sima Xiangru's piano picks by Zhuo Wenjun.)

After being flattered, he drank a few more cups. After drinking a few more cups, he opened his heart. After opening his heart, he became more and more speculative with the princess. The princess also became beautiful in his drunken eyes.

That night, the candlelight was like wine and the beauty was like a picture.

That night, there was no love for children, only heroes were short of breath, and a bunch of cardamom bloomed in front of Tanhualang.

When Cui Xi finally realized where he was again, it was already the next day. Princess Taiping left behind "Luqi" but did not leave him, the master of the piano. Then, his official career began to prosper. In just ten years, without making any special contributions, he was promoted from the Censor to the Shangshu.

During this period, Princess Taiping summoned him many times, and he also took the initiative to ask for the princess many times. Every time, Princess Taiping would assign him some tasks. If he completed it well, he would give him or the Cui family some "rewards". If he did not complete it well, or did not do his best, soon there would be punishment on him or his family.

Most of the time, he completed his tasks well and did his best to do things. Therefore, most princesses summoned him and asked him to see the princess, he would be given a banquet and would be drunk forever.

However, since the day he first met the princess, Cui Xi never stayed in Pingkangfang again. Even if he drank with his best friend until the second half of the night and could not go home before the curfew in time, he would only ask the madam to open a room for him and fall asleep. His friends all said that he was clean or pretended to be noble. Only he knew that whenever he saw those brothel women recommending themselves with charming faces, he would want to grab the sword and wipe it hard on his neck.

The brothel woman recommended herself to the pillow mat, and the picture was about the copper coins on his carriage and the silver beans in his purse. He "sleeped on the bed" of the princess, and the picture was about the princess' power. Both sides were the same people, but the difference was that the brothel woman could play the piano, sing and dance in addition to her beautiful body. In addition to being good-looking, she could also play the piano, write poetry and do fu!

"Shangshu, Yanshoufang Villa has arrived!" Outside the carriage, the voice of the guard Cui Xuan suddenly came, and in an instant, Cui Xi woke up from his memories.

"I understand, drive the carriage in!" Quickly put down the scissors, Cui Shiqiang was energetic and smiled at Li Gu, "Here, you are today..."

"When your carriage leaves, I will take the car from the side door and return to the eldest princess's mansion to pay the order!" Li Gu smiled at him, and the piano cover on her teeth and fingers flashed at the same time.

However, the moment the wheel stopped, she suddenly changed into a humble face. She stood up and held Cui Shi's arm, and shouted timidly: "Mr., I'll pretend to be you and get out of the car. You're tired! I'll go to the kitchen immediately to prepare you for a midnight snack!"

"No need, I have something to do today!" Cui Xi quickly became the Minister of Rites of the Tang Dynasty again, with a stern face and loudly ordered, "You go down and rest by yourself, I will go back to Yongxingfang! Cui Sheng, open the car door and send Li Niang out of the car."

"Yes!" someone responded loudly outside the carriage. Immediately, the door was gently pulled open, and the sunlight clearly illuminated the majesty on Cui Shi's face and the tenderness on Li Gu's face.

"Master, I'll get off the car. I'll take a break soon after I go back!" Like an ordinary official's outdoor room, Li Gu held Qin, bowed to Cui Xi, and slowly walked off the carriage. Every step was like a breeze blowing on the willows.

"Yeah!" Cui Xi snorted coldly, put his hands behind his head, slowly closed his eyes, "Go home!"

"Yes!" The followers agreed and closed the car door again. The carriage slowly started, and soon, they drove onto the long street outside the shop again. The horseshoe knocked on the stone slabs and made a series of crisp sounds.

He suddenly raised his hand to pull the curtain open, and Cui Shi greedily admired the prosperous scenery outside the window. On the long street, people came and went, men and women, all covered with the afterglow of the sunset.

"Ah sneezing!" He sneezed suddenly, and tears instantly flowed all over his face. Cui Shi quickly raised his hand and quickly pulled up the curtain of the car again.

Walking in the dark for a long time, he found that he was no longer able to adapt to the sunshine outside.

…………………………

The wheels slowly stopped at the door of Zhang Qian's house, and the door was pushed open. He Zhizhang, a writer from the Tang Dynasty Secretary-General's Works Bureau, jumped out of the simple green painted carriage.

"He Zhuzuo, are you old? Please, please, please, please." Ren Quan, who was chatting with someone at the door, was fast and fast, ran forward and supported He Zhizhang's arm.

"No need to be polite to the butler!" He Zhizhang did not follow his movements, but stood firm and bowed with a smile, "I heard that the epidemic in the less surveillance leg was difficult to cure, so He came to visit him specially. He also asked the butler to pass it on his behalf."

"It's a scattered evil, it's a scattered evil!" Ren Quan was shocked and jumped half a foot away, bent down to salute He Zhizhang, "You are always the elder of my house owner. Whenever you come, it is a glory that will make the Zhuangzi shine. My house owner has already given instructions that you, Doctor Sun and Wei Zhang, don't need to communicate with each other, just invite you to the main hall for tea."

After saying that, fearing that He Zhizhang would continue to be polite to him, he quickly asked with a bitter face and said, "Don't be apart from me, otherwise, the owner of my house would not know, and he would definitely think that we servants were making trouble on purpose. You should ask inside and ask, butler Cui, and quickly send someone to open the main door and then inform the owner of the house."

"I understand!" Butler Cui agreed loudly, pushed the main door with his own hands, wide open. Then he took a gust of wind from his legs and headed straight for the study in the backyard.

The other patriarchs and servants came forward one after another, and helped Ren Quan to welcome He Zhizhang into the yard with a pride on their faces.

In just a few days, the owner of his own farm has become He Zhuangyuan's immediate boss. When He Zhuangyuan first came to the door, everyone felt that his own farmer was lucky! If this continues, the owner of his own farmer might add the seven words "Pingzhangshi in Tongshu Menxia" before his title. At that time, the whole family can walk sideways outside. (Note: Pingzhangshi in Tongshu Menxia is a dispatch. In the Tang Dynasty, the original official position was used to exercise the function of the prime minister. In this way, many prime ministers could be appointed to check and balance each other. Wei Zheng served as the position of secretary and supervisor.)

Just as I was proud, I saw that Zhang Qian, the owner of the house, was approaching him quickly. From a distance, I bowed to He Zhizhang: "Senior, why did this little injury cause you and the trouble again! I am planning to wait until my legs are well-behaved and come to you to give you a New Year gift!"

"Young Master, don't be polite!" He Zhizhang was so uncomfortable that he quickly got rid of the surroundings of his servants and servants and dodged sideways. Then, he returned with the same etiquette, "Young Master, has been awarded a title, and He should have come to congratulate him for a long time. But things have been complicated recently..."

He was only halfway through the polite words, and his arm was firmly held by Zhang Qian. Looking at the latter, his face turned slightly red, and he shook his head with sweat beads on his forehead, "Senior, when you first came to my house, I was still a grass man, but I didn't call you a PhD too often! If you are promoted, you will feel distant. I would rather resign than be a minor prisoner!"

"How can that be done? Wouldn't He have to be blocked by Longweng and Shiweng and scolded him?!" He Zhizhang was stunned, shook his head and smiled, his face that was no longer young was full of embarrassment.

A few days ago, he volunteered to contact Zhang Qian on behalf of the Rulin. However, after returning to his home, he felt more and more uncomfortable. Especially after learning that Zhang Qian was appointed as the fourth-rank secretary and junior supervisor, he was even more disgusted by the door of the Zhang family.

What embarrassed him was not only that Zhang Qian happened to become his immediate superior. It was the position of secretary as a junior supervisor, which happened to be the result of repeated consideration by him and a group of scholars.

Although this position sounds very nice and looks bright on the surface, in fact, since the Xianqing year of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, various positions in the Secretary-General have become the place for honor and support for senior officials in the Tang Dynasty. Except for those who are born to be obsessed with studying, others who come to the Secretary-General are either old and weak, or lose their power in the political struggle and need to take aside for others to make a seat. (Note: This is a historical fact, the Secretary-General has always been nicknamed the ward of the prime minister.)

In other words, the position of secretary-general looks both pure and expensive. In fact, speaking in the court is far less important than the other four ranks. The power controlled by the hands is limited to collecting and organizing various books for the country, organizing people to observe astronomical phenomena and revising calendars, and basically has no right to intervene in various national major policies. (Note: In fact, he is the deputy director of the Tang Dynasty Books)

After the results of the Ministry of Personnel's contributions came out, Bi Gou went to express his objection to the right servant Xiao Zhizhong that day. Zhang Shuo also proposed to give up the position of the military weapon supervisor and give it to Zhang Qian. However, the other scholars and celebrities were stubborn because Zhang Qian was young and lacked training. Moreover, the reactions of Zong Chuke and Ji Chune also needed to be balanced. Therefore, the opposition between Bi Gou and Zhang Shuo naturally failed. Zhang Qian became his immediate superior by He Zhizhang by mistake.

"Senior, I'm telling the truth. I don't read much, so I'm going to be the secretary and the young prison. I was just pushing the ducks to put them on the shelves!" When there was no place to put his hands and feet, Zhang Qian's voice came from He Zhizhang's ears, and every word was extremely solemn. "If even the senior is apart from me, how could this young prison be long? It's better to resign yourself earlier, so as not to make mistakes in the future and make a mess!"

These words are indeed from the heart and cannot be moved by hearing them.

As the saying goes, there are struggles in places where there are people, even the Qingshui Yamen. Zhang Qian was in the Tang Dynasty without a family as a backing and lacked enough experience in the ups and downs of the officialdom. The faster he rose, the less solid his status was.

In the military weapon supervisor, he was able to make weapons with his amazing skills and support from the regular supervisor Zhang Shuo, and was able to be a junior supervisor with ease. When he went to the secretary supervisor, he became a junior supervisor. If even He Zhizhang became a stranger, he might end up either by taking the initiative to stand aside or accidentally falling into a trap set by others, and then exiled for thousands of miles with trouble.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could I not help you?!" He Zhizhang immediately ignored the embarrassment, blushed, and made a solemn promise, "Also, I am looking for you this time to visit you, and secondly, I want to discuss with you the personnel arrangements in the Copyright Administration. As long as you use the people well, you will not have to worry about being unable to stand firm in the secretary's supervisor!"

"Sir, please give me some advice!" Hearing this, Zhang Qian immediately let go of the other party's arm, took a step back, and knocked on the brick and nailed the foot.

He Zhizhang was originally a free and easy person. He felt ashamed of being a friend because of his guilt. At this moment, he found that he could make up for it in a different way. He immediately untied his knot and returned the favor with a smile, "I will definitely do my best, as long as you don't mind me being too long-winded."

After saying that, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be fooled by Zhang Qian. His expression was stunned. Then, he smiled and shook his head, and walked side by side with Zhang Qian to the main hall.

He loved books and was obsessed with alcohol, and was naturally not interested in fighting with others. Therefore, he has been in office as the top scholar for so many years and has not been very successful in his official career. However, he has been extremely rich in experience in being an official and doing things. Therefore, after letting go of his heart, he said every suggestion to Zhang Qian was on the point.

In his opinion, the department that is most likely to leak out is Huntian Supervisor. Not only did the "Linde Calendar" formulated by Li Chunfeng many years ago need to be revised, but other astrological and astronomical observation equipment also need to be added urgently. However, because Huntian Supervisor just made a big mistake, he will definitely be watched by Secretary Wei Juyuan himself. The new Huntian Supervisor Kashyapa Zhizhong is also a careful person. Therefore, Zhang Qian, the young supervisor, does not need to worry about anything.

What Zhang Qian really needs to spend his time to sort out is the current Works Bureau where He Zhizhang is the Works Bureau. Because it is a clear water yamen, it is difficult to survive, so the works bureau is not well-off at all. Recently, Huntianjian was cleaned up due to an accident, and a group of backbones were drawn from the Works Bureau to fill the gap, resulting in the increasingly withering of talents in the Works Bureau.

Therefore, after Zhang Qian, the young supervisor, took office, he first found a way to fill the official positions of the Works Bureau with people, which was the top priority. As long as the personnel were properly employed, even if it was difficult to produce the performance of the military supervisor, he would not easily be picked out by the superiors.

In addition, it is a matter of money. The Secretary-General is a clean yamen and has no say in national affairs. Naturally, the allocation is less. Most of the funds have to be used on Huntian Registration, which makes the daily expenses of the Works Bureau even more difficult. If Zhang Qianneng and his superiors invite enough funds for the Works Bureau, all subordinates will naturally be willing to rest assured. If the Works Bureau is kept poor, even if the lower-level officials are content with poverty and want to reorganize the archived books every year, they may not be willing to agree.

"The Works Bureau is short of money?" Zhang Qian nodded repeatedly when he heard this, but suddenly turned his head and looked at He Zhizhang blankly, with disbelief on his face.

According to Mr. He, the Tang Dynasty Secretary-General's Works Bureau is simply another time and space-time General Administration of Publication and Library. It naturally has a monopoly position and guards a mountain of books, but it makes life very poor. How incompetent is the young supervisor who was originally in charge of the Works Bureau?

"How could it be short? The annual funding of the Ministry of Revenue is a fixed number during the Wude period. How can the prices during the Wude period be compared with those now?" He Zhizhang was slightly stunned when asked, and blurted out his explanation, "And in his early years, the books were mainly bamboo slips, and many of them were lonely books. In the past twenty years, the climate has been humid, and bamboo slips are very prone to rot and mold. Every year, they have to copy and organize the books to prevent the circulating of the classics..."

"Why don't you reprint the orphan book into paper books and hand it over to merchants for sale? In this way, the works bureau can obtain money, and the orphan book is no longer the orphan book." Zhang Qian shook his head and interrupted in a low voice.

"Someone has tried it. The cost is too high and there are few people to buy it." He Zhizhang thought about it and shook his head: "Copying a book does not count the loss of paper and ink, but it only costs at least twenty cents..."

"Can't print it?" Zhang Qian was stunned again, and hesitated to ask, "Why should someone know how to print the woodblock, right?"

He did not understand the level of printing technology development in the Tang Dynasty, but judging from the few volumes of poetry and essays he had bought, woodblock printing technology has been widely used among the people. There is no reason, but the official Tang Dynasty officials knew nothing about this technology.

"That's even more expensive!" He Zhizhang quickly gave the answer without thinking about it. "It's okay to print Buddhist scriptures. Many believe in it and sell it quickly. Print books, especially ancient classics. There are not many people in the world who can understand them. In other words, famous families will buy some to pass them on to their children and grandchildren. If you hand-written, you will be lucky and you can still get the money back. If you print the woodblock, you will definitely not even be able to collect the money for wood!"

"So, senior, I have a way!" Finally, I returned to the field I was best at, and Zhang Qian suddenly smiled, "Senior, don't worry, after the New Year, I will go to the Workshop to ensure that it is no longer a Qingshui Yamen!"

"Is there any way to use Zhao?" He Zhizhang couldn't believe his ears, and grabbed Zhang Qian's sleeves and digged the truth. "Take it out quickly. Don't wait until the New Year. I, a writer, have been in office for a few days, and my beard is almost worried, just to get the money in time."

"There is really a solution, but it's a little troublesome. You still need seniors, Zhang Shishu, Wang Han, Wang Zhihuan, Zhang Xu, Wei Dao, Mu Nanfeng and others to cooperate!" Zhang Qian pondered for a moment, and slowly listed a long list of names he remembered at the chrysanthemum poetry meeting.

He Zhizhang said that he would promote his own people and enrich the Works Bureau. But if he did not have any real contributions and reasons, he would randomly stuff acquaintances into the Works Bureau, and he would definitely be caught. He would organize a group of people first to do a big thing for the Works Bureau, but there would be no problem. When the big thing was done, there would naturally be a reason to leave everyone in the Works Bureau to serve various positions.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Except for Zhang Shiweng, I will gather for you tomorrow!" He Zhizhang originally liked to recommend talents, but when Zhang Qian wanted to use it, they were all the best in the younger generation, and he immediately agreed. Then, he was itchy and couldn't scratch it. He pulled the other party's sleeve and urged in a low voice again, "What's the solution? When Zhao is used, others say that you have the ability to turn stones into gold."
Chapter completed!