Pei Qian was angry and laughed, "My surname is Guo, I won't tell you the truth..."

Guo Zhujiu was not panicked at all, "Then I'm going to have a friendship with my senior sister."

Pei Qian said viciously: "Believe it or not, I will beat you up. Master, don't stop me, otherwise I will be biased."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Don't fight, don't fight, there is no need to be done."

Guo Zhujiu stretched out his hand, "Senior Sister, give me the medical expenses first. Remember to slap in the face, just don't slap them. We three masters and apprentices will go to Liulichang together. If you have any object with your master, I will pay the money, and you will bargain with the shopkeepers. Senior Sister, you have a chance. I am bruised and swollen, afraid that I will speak vaguely..."

Pei Qian looked helpless and stared at Guo Zhujiu, afraid of you.

Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said, "Go to the Liulichang. After buying things, Master invites you to eat some Beijing characteristics."

Unexpectedly, as soon as I boasted about Haikou, I had not yet walked to Qianbulang, I saw a man rushing to the National Master's Mansion. Seeing that the official tutor was quite a small official.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You two go shopping first, I'll be there later."

Zhao Yao came to the National Master's Office to discuss matters without informing him in advance. Of course, no one would stop this minister. After all, regarding the seniority of the article, Mr. Zhao needed to call him uncle.

Halfway through the road, Zhao Yao walked forward quickly and recognized the two young women. He said, "We can finish the matter quickly while walking."

Chen Ping'an said: "I have neglected the Minister of the Secretariat, what kind of style is it? Go back and talk."

Zhao Yao pulled the collar of the official uniform, and was really busy, and said, "Okay, drink a bowl of tea."

Pei Qian said, "Master, we'll have to go shopping by ourselves, you'll be busy with your own."

Guo Zhujiu nodded and said, "It's a lot of whispers, but outsiders can't listen."

Pei Qian was about to say a few words to her, but Guo Zhujiu had already raised his arm and said righteously: "Senior sister, twist it hard. Even though I am not a master of martial arts, I can still eat, hold and hurt."

They said goodbye to their master, then looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Guo Zhujiu also said that he might have to go back to the national master's mansion later, eat delicious food, go to temple fairs, hear stories, and play kites...

Chen Ping'an smiled and said yes.

Looking at their figures, it seemed that the slightly solemn Qianbulang Street was not that old-fashioned.

For a moment, Zhao Yao couldn't bear to remind Chen Ping'an to discuss military and national affairs.

Zhao Yao is now sure that Chen Ping'an can be a good national teacher, but a long time ago, he was very sure that if this guy is truly a father one day, if he is still a daughter, he would not be spoiled! He wanted to see if the uncle who likes the best teacher in his life would be talking endlessly. At that time, he would only scold him for a few words, and then turn his head and let himself go?

When they returned to the National Master's Office to sit down together, Zhao Yao talked about the details of the redirection of Bingzhou, and asked some inside information about the Dashou Yin family. In addition, the matter of the Dali officialdom last night, they asked questions and answers in this way, or the question and answer reversal. Occasionally, Rong Yu needed to bring piles of files, spread out a Dali geographical map, or lift a pen and circle it, or felt that the geographic map was missing, and additional annotations were needed to write about the emerging gangs or a newly rising gentry. When talking about the suitable candidates for the deputy generals of a certain state, they felt that no one was so suitable... Unconsciously, an hour and a half passed quickly. Chen Ping'an raised his palm and pressed his chin, and was stunned. When Zhao Yao came, he brought a bunch of questions, but found that he brought more questions to himself.

After finally talking about the important matter, Zhao Yao also drank the tea brought by Miss Rongyu and breathed a long sigh. He admired the officials of Dali who were not monks, especially young people. They were busy all night long and had a few days. Every day, they could be full of energy by just a snatching for a while. Zhao Yao hesitated for a while and asked, "I really want to take back Nanyue and Laolongcheng together?"

It’s just a little better statement whether Dali wants to re-annate a continent.

Chen Ping'an said: "You can take a look."

Zhao Yao did not have a vague style and asked the question, "What exactly should I look at? Is Dali himself qualified? What is the situation in the southern countries? Or will it take a look at both for a few years?"

Chen Ping'an leaned against the back of the chair and said, "I'm not sure."

Zhao Yao was stunned, looked at Chen Ping'an's expression, was silent for a moment, brought the bowl to drink tea, and said, "It's okay, I want to take a look again."

They were silent in pairs. When Zhao Yao was about to get up and say goodbye, Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, your wish to reshape a complete immortal sword, "Taibai"."

The immortal sword "Taibai" was divided into four parts in Fuyaozhou in the past, and he recognized his master himself. As a result, he chose the hidden official Chen Ping'an, who was wild and powerful, and could barely be considered half a disciple, and Liu Cai, who Zou Zi used to defeat Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an once thought of giving the night-trip sword one day to a disciple who had achieved success in learning swords and calligraphy.

Then he refined the long sword that he named "Qingping" from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and gave it to the Qingping Sword Sect in Tongyezhou or the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect in Nanposazhou, which is hung in a certain ancestral hall and can be used as a token of the next sect leader.

Zhao Yao smiled and said, "How can life be without regrets?"

He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea. Zhao Yao said to himself, "Besides, even if he still travels with a sword at night, I can't even pass you this level, so how can I ask Feiran and the others for it?"

Chen Ping'an corrected: "If I can pass this level, Feiran and Liu Cai will be fine."

Zhao Yao shouted, put down the tea bowl, stood up and said goodbye. Hearing the man behind him smiled, "Isn't you going to hold the sheep this time?"

Zhao Yaoli ignored his sarcastic words and arrived at the first place to enter the courtyard. He passed by the shade of the sycamore trees, then walked around the screen wall, walked out of the National Master Mansion's Yimen Gate, and walked further. There was still a gate to pass by. But he saw a guy squatting at the corner of the wall with a squinting eyes and drinking, with a smoky face. This guy was like his official tutor.

Cao Gengxin, who looked at each other, held a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and had two plates of wine and food at his feet. He probably felt that he couldn't hide the guy at the moment, and said shamelessly: "The national teacher has pity for my hard work, so he gave me a drink and food."

Zhao Yao pointed at the Minister of Personnel, and left without saying anything.

Cao Gengxin muttered: "What a powerful official power, I was so scared to death. Hey, I am the Minister of Personnel. Whoever observes the plan will still be said."

He sneaked out of the yamen and came to the National Master's Mansion to drink in the name of a high-sounding ceremony for discussing affairs with the National Master.

This time I had more experience, so I went straight to the kitchen and asked for two plates of side dishes with a beautiful face but graceful figure.

Cao Gengxin raised his head, exclaimed, quickly put away the wine gourd, then gathered the bowls, chopsticks and plates, stood up and wiped his mouth, and swung over.

It turned out that the two uncles and uncles who arrived at the National Master's Mansion a quarter of an hour earlier than the agreed time, the two honest officials and masters of the Wei family in Yichixiang, Fatty Wei's biological father and uncle, Wei Yi and Wei Hong.

Last night, Wei Feng left Laoyinghu and took the message home, saying that it was Master Chen who said it himself, asking them to go to the National Master's Mansion to discuss matters before the beginning. At first, no one believed it, you? He was talking to the National Master? He really didn't believe it. Fatty Wei had to move out of Han Yi County Magistrate Han and said that he could testify. As a result, the eldest uncle Wei Hong ran out of the door without saying a word and went to verify it himself. After returning, he nodded with his younger brother Wei Yi, his face flushed, and said it was the real thing. Wei Yi's eyes suddenly turned red and took his brother to the ancestral hall to burn incense.

The two brothers didn't sleep all night, and they were all thinking about how to write to be safe. They were really more cautious than the imperial examinations that year.

The morning dynasty of the Dali Dynasty was very distinctive. If the officials with sufficient rank were not qualified to attend the court meeting, nor would officials with low ranks not be able to attend the morning dynasty.

Instead, there is a complete set of ready-made rules on there. For example, three ministers of a certain department usually only need one of them to come forward, and the government can take turns to the government office. However, if the court needs to focus on discussing something, the relevant counterparts will require at least two officials to attend. As long as it is a larger court discussion, the senior officials of the government offices of the nine ministers and all major departments must attend together. In addition, within one tenth, the government offices of the various departments need more officials to participate in the court meeting, etc., all have different considerations... It sounds very complicated, but it is just a booklet of several thousand words. Being a Beijing official for a year and a half will be familiar with it. Moreover, there are no stupid officials who can participate in the morning court in Dali.

After enduring, I finally endured until the moment when I was approaching, and they came to the National Master Mansion. They were thinking about it all the way, presuming that the National Master might ask what questions.

As long as you are not a public servant, how can you understand this mood?

As a result, they saw the famous minister from afar, squatting on the bottom of the wall, closing his eyes, full of intoxication, shaking his head, and smacking his lips.

Just as Minister Cao was about to speak, he quickly turned his head, burped, and then turned his head to look at the two elders, and said in a panic: "Are you going to surrender to the national teacher?"

The two already nervous officials in the capital, whose faces were already whiter, became a little whiter.

Cao Gengxin took out the wine gourd from his sleeve and smiled and said, "Uncle Weber, Uncle Wei, do you need to drink to gain courage?"

"I can discuss with Miss Rongyu and go to the kitchen to borrow two more bowls. How about it?"

"Drink some wine, and be enthusiastic and proud, and you won't be afraid of anyone you see."

Listening to Cao Gengxin's words, Wei Yi smiled bitterly. However, Wei Hong seemed to be a little moved. He is worthy of being one of the most awesome officials in the capital.

Wei Yi and this junior who had mixed reputations and criticisms, never had anything to say. During the holidays, just exchange a few greetings.

Wei Hong lowered his voice and cursed: "You are the most comfortable to be an official. You can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai. It turns out that the first thing you need is to get to the front of the water. The chief official of the Longquan Kiln Supervisor and Construction Office in those years was not in vain."

Cao Gengxin was immediately dissatisfied, "Uncle Weber, you can't just watch me enjoy my happiness and not see me suffering and suffering. If you don't believe me, go and ask Lord Yuan, and you will know how difficult it is to be an official there."

Wei Hong shouted, "I'm tempted? If you say this from your mouth, it will be a meaty taste."

Cao Gengxin rarely felt embarrassed. It turned out that the earliest saying "involved" was that he described a sister who was a teenager when he was a teenager. This inappropriate statement soon spread to Chixiang and Chier Street.

It turns out that heroes are most afraid of seeing fellow villagers, and flowers bloom on the walls and fragrance outside the walls.

Wei Yi, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Rites, was actually not considered a sesame official in the entire Dali officialdom. He was just one of the doctors of the Ministry of Rites in the capital where powerful people gathered. He was considered a bird?

Wei Hong was even more in charge of the Ministry of Works. In the same year as the imperial examination, he was already the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, and just took charge of Wei Hong's boss...

The Wei family in Yichixiang was once glorious. It is said that Wei Feng's grandfather was one of the nine ministers who were in charge of the Dali Tongzhengsi for many years and could participate in the discussions of the imperial study room again and again. However, the officialdom was often a generation that could not do well, and the family would fall into decline within ten years. The number of gatherings and disperses in front of the door, whether it was lively or deserted, and the rapid changes often caught people off guard, and the mentality of officials was unbalanced. Although this kind of embarrassing situation of being incompatible with the young and unparalleled, can also maintain some superficial glory by marriage, but after all, the blacksmith must be strong himself. The family must have a young man like Cao Gengxin and Yuan Zhengding to take on the responsibilities, which is the right way.

He is also a uncle. Wei Hong suggested that Wei Feng, the nephew who opened a restaurant, simply put on a costume. The uncle of Wei Jia, the old Yinghu Dongjia, was so honorable in the Dali officialdom in the past ten years. He had been in the position of Minister of Works for six years. He was only one probing comment and a transfer to the Ministry of Rites before attending the Imperial Study Room. He was originally concerned about the estimates of the Wei family in Chixiang. In five years, Wei Lei could at least serve as the official of the Xiaojiuqing Office, attend the small court meeting, and meet the Emperor every day.

Wei Hong hesitated for a moment and asked, "It's really not a disaster, right?"

Last night, Wei Feng swears to pat his chest and promises that the national teacher is very kind, approachable, funny, and has joked with him several times... They were so scared that they all looked at each other in the study.

Cao Gengxin smiled and said, "It's not clear. After all, it's the first time that the new national teacher summoned a doctor. A small official, whether it's a way to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, or unexpectedly, he insists on killing the chicken with a ox knife..."

For example, Wang Yongjin, the county magistrate of Yongtai County, did not lose his official position directly, and was promoted to the court as usual in the county government. This is indeed an incredible strange thing.

Wei Hong had a dark face.

Wei Yi was even more frightened.

Cao Gengxin hid the wine gourd back on his sleeve and smiled and said, "You are not afraid of the shadow slanting. No matter how big the National Master is, he is still a person who is at the top of the sky. What's so scary?"

Rong Yu walked out the door and personally led the two officials to meet the national teacher.

Cao Gengxin was amazed. Fatty Wei is amazing. Most officials come to the National Teachers' Office to discuss matters, but they don't have such treatment. Just say that he is like a thief.

Three chairs were prepared in the official hall, and they handed out the booklets, just like the schoolwork of a child in the village school. Rong Yu asked them to sit for a while and have a sip of tea. Chen Ping'an took two booklets in his hand, flipped through a few pages quickly, got up from the desk, and Wei Hong and Wei Yi immediately put down the tea bowl that had just symbolically taken a sip of tea, and stood up to greet him.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Sit down and chat, don't be restrained."

Qingtang and Wushui talked about the recent situation of the two departments of etiquette. Both officials were old faces in their respective yamen. The bench under their butt was almost like a pitfall. They were a little relaxed. Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Wei Lei from the Ministry of Works and you are both neighbors and peers. Putting aside the smoky and silence of his nephew Wei Jia, what do you think of Wei Lei?"

The doctor Wei Yi changed his mind and said slowly: "Although he was just a playmate when he was a child, Mr. Wei is not greedy for money, so it is certain."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Isn't greedy for money? Let's talk about it first, what is money?"

Wei Yi was confused, and Wei Hong, the deputy general, was even more confused. He could not keep being in a mess and wasting the time of the national teacher. Wei Hong plucked up his courage and said truthfully: "Wei Lei is an extremely powerful and capable person."

"It is rumored that every time he is hospitalized at home, he will repeatedly discuss every word he chats with several young staff members, and secretly record it in the book."

"It's terrible to be an official, and he deserves to be a minister. I have an imperial examination in the same year as the Minister of Works, and he is very afraid of Wei Lei."

Hearing the eldest brother speak out without any concealment, his younger brother Wei Yi carefully added, "It's just some rumor, and this kind of rumor may not be true."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Yichi Lane and Chier Street are already the territory of the highest gate of Dali. Every household leads to the Qingyun Road of Xiaochaohui. During the holidays, there is a custom of drinking, playing, throwing promotion pictures from the moon. Where did the news of the 'trail' come from?"

Wei Yi dared not to talk to him.

Wei Hong said bluntly: "I am not familiar with Chier Street. Even if we are Yichi Lane, we will be divided into different levels. Now our Wei family is no longer in a state of chaos and cannot blame others. If you want to blame, we brothers are a little better. At least, we are well-read and are a doctor of the Ministry of Rites. Like me, I have a stinky mouth and can't stand anything. If I can be a high-ranking official, it would be really strange."
To be continued...