In mid-April, the sun was warm and the summer cicadas that had lost their heavy shells climbed up to the treetops and whispered. The dignified sun shone on the eaves of the palace. The Wenwu who was waiting to be summoned stood outside the Wenzhao Hall, and the emperor's voice came from the gate in front of him.

"Get out!"

"... Let the people of the Ministry of Personnel take good care of me. If I see the lustful aura that is too big for the north and south of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, even if I catch beggars and become officials in this hall, I don't need those scholars who are not masculine!!"

The voice came out of the hall. Wenwu, who was waiting to be summoned, looked at the minister of the Ministry of Personnel, hugged the clerk and withdrew in a mess. He glanced at this side and ran down the stone steps in shame. Soon, a eunuch walked out of the hall gate, shook the whisk, pinched the orchid finger, and smiled flatteringly towards this side.

"The Minister of Works and Minister of Civil Affairs, Your Majesty calls you two."

Standing there, the two of them wiped the sweat stains on their foreheads, quickly moved to the hall gate, lifted their robe and put them into the hall, lowered their faces and did not dare to look at the figure above the golden stairs.

"I'll pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"Okay, there's no need to say that. Today is not a morning court. I'll ask you directly."

The golden steps covered with a red carpet went up, and the figure sitting behind the dragon desk reviewed memorials, and the swinging bead curtains occasionally raised their eyes to the two people below, saying casually: "How is the progress of the canal matter? I want you to tell the truth, don't use some high-sounding words to excuse me."

"Report to Your Majesty." Among the two below, Cao Jinfang, the Minister of Works, took a step forward and bowed: "The construction of all sections is carried out in an orderly manner. If it is not bad, it will be completed in five years, but..."

"Just what?" Yang Guang stopped the tip of his pen and raised his face.

"Recently, some places are rumored that the river canal was dug by King Yu, and we mortals cannot change it... and......" The Minister of Works raised his gaze carefully, hesitated for a moment, and saw the pair of powerful eyes that were coming, and hurriedly continued:

"The aristocratic families in various places have recruited too many young and strong men, so that the fertile land in the land is no longer cultivated, and many places are deserted, so they are very dissatisfied."

Bang...

The imperial pen was thrown away on the table and rolled. She was swinging a bunch of ink? Yang Guang's cheeks bulged and leaned against the back of the chair. "They were the people chewing my tongue behind me again? They only saw that I repaired the river and strengthened control of the north and south, but they could not see that after the north and south were connected? If there was a disaster, the south and the north were transferred? The fastest way to transfer the north and south? I couldn't see that I had the determination to break the north and south barriers!"

His hand bang bang a few times on the dragon table, stood up with his sleeves, crossed his steps back and forth, and after a while, stop and point your fingers down.

"Those people don't have to pay attention to it. If you want to make trouble, I will deal with it. Even if the harvest decreases this year, I will just reduce my clothes and reduce my food. After five years, I will be able to pass it. Let me listen to it. At most, half a year you said in the five years? I want to see the smooth flow of the north and the south!"

"I obey the order!"

"Go down!"

Yang Guang brushed the Dragon's sleeve and waved the Minister of Works back. He called another person. It was Fang Jintai, the Minister of Civil Affairs, who was in charge of tax coordination and adjustment. At this moment, he heard the emperor's call and stepped forward. Before he could speak, a guard came over, picked up his arms, took off his official hat, and took off his official robe, which made him shout in panic.

"Your Majesty...What's wrong with me?"

The emperor who was facing away from the top did not speak, but walked out on the side of the palace culture and walked out, bowed to the emperor, and walked over with a smile, "The Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs seems to have forgotten a little, so I will remind you?"

As he said that, he took out a note from his sleeve and handed it over to Fang Jintai for him to see it. Then he walked around and said while walking.

"If I remember correctly, the taxation side of the open and dark side seemed to be 29,000 yuan short of the open and secret sides at the end of last winter. I wonder what Shangshu Fang has to say?"

Fang Jintai raised his face from the paper, covered with sweat beads. He stared at Yu Wenji who looked tilted in front of him, and was about to rush over with gritted teeth. He was struggling and yelled by the guards: "Yu Wenji, despicable and shameless! Your Majesty, that Qian Chen has never taken any of it. It's this person's debt to blame him!"

Yang Guang didn't even look at him, and raised his hand and waved it: "Take it down and lock it up."

"Your Majesty! I'm wronged-"

"Yu Wenji, jester! You must die a good death!"

The voice disappeared in the hall. Yu Wenhe was completely distracted by this and turned around with a smile. The emperor's voice sounded above the golden stairs. Yang Guang turned his face and looked coldly.

"You go down too."

"yes."

Yu Wenji quickly put away his smile, lowered his head and said, quickly leaving the side door, standing respectfully behind the fence where he could see the hall, waiting for the emperor to call ministers to ask about political affairs. Soon, it was getting dark, and he had no time to leave the imperial city and returned to the mansion in a carriage. He happened to meet his son Yuwen Chengdu who had been handed over.

"Father, today my son heard that the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs has been put into prison?"

The lights were lit in the study, and the maid bought tea and left. Yu Wenghe took a sip of tea, glanced at his son who was standing there, and nodded: "It was done for his father."

As his tall figure approached, the oil lamp shook slightly twice. Yuwen Chengdu frowned and whispered: "How can my son gain a foothold in the court in the future if his father does such a thing? I'm afraid he will be ridiculed in the army."

"laugh at?"

Yu Wenhuaji looked at his handsome son and couldn't help laughing. He reached out and brought the tea he had just put down and placed it in front of him.

"Chengdu, you slant the cup."

Over there, Yuwen Chengdu looked at the cups and did not hesitate. He took the tea cup and tilted it. The tea water flowed out, flowing all over the back of his hands, wetting the tabletop.

"How about it?"

Yuwen Chengdu put the teacup back and said softly: "It's sprinkled."

"It's right if it spills."

Seeing that his son was still a little confused, Yu Weng and his face were even more smiling. He took a silk handkerchief and wiped the water stains away. He also explained to his son: "The water must be flat so that it will not spill. The same is true for this court. Your Majesty wants to hit these people and ask them to hurry up for the fortifications. He needs people to sing blackface. This is the one who sings blackface for his father."

Yu Wenhua and brought back the tea and shook it from his hand, swayed the tea leaves, took a sip, and let out a comfortable "tsk".

"The affairs in the court cannot be all good officials or treacherous officials. Only by balancing each other can His Majesty drink good tea. Do you understand this time?"

"I understand."

Looking at his father drinking tea leisurely, Yuwen Chengdu felt something was wrong after all, "I will be in a bad mood and I will not be blamed, so our whole family..."

"So, for my father, I found a world-class competition in Chang'an. With this title, you can join the army and hold an important position in the future. Wouldn't the family rest assured?"

Over the years, the national teacher has not been in the court and has no one to curry favor with. Yu Wenji can only plan his future with his own means. If he plays this move well, at least he can still be left to a good end. What's more, this time the world's number one person came forward to invite Yu Wen Tuo, the second disciple of the national teacher, to take charge. Even if there is really a master, he will not make a fuss.

There is no way, who told me to walk this jester's path?

After sending his son away, Yu Wenghe sat at the desk, savoring the tea, squinted his eyes, and staring at the dim sunshine outside the window. As for the construction of the canal, and the national teacher who was unknown, they had nothing to do with him.

.........

The setting sun reflects the waves of the Wei River and the rippling waves.
Chapter completed!