There is no room for the palace, and the sandalwood is curling.

Old Yan Song, who was wearing a python cannon, bowed his head in front of the desk, his snow-white and thick eyebrows covered his eyes, if it weren't for the small characters written on the paper with a pen from time to time, it would have made people mistakenly think that he was napping.

Hu Zongxian did not disappoint him, the war in Jiangxi and Guangdong had been pacified, and the remaining Fujian pirates appeared to be rampant, but the substance was not to be worried.

Throughout the Ming Dynasty, the biggest threat at the moment is not in the south, but Mongolia in the north. It's just that to solve this northern problem is undoubtedly a waste of money and labor, and the Holy Lord will not allow the existence of a trilateral governor with such military exploits.

"Move to Fujian as soon as possible, clear out the Japanese bandits, and stabilize the south!"

Yan Song held a pen, held his breath, and wrote a line of small words on the note. After writing this line of small characters, he carefully pasted on the note, and everything seemed to be familiar with the road.

Daily ticket drafting, writing green words, trying pills and performing events have become the whole of his current life, especially after the death of his wife, this Xiyuan seems to have really become his home.

It's just that he has a feeling that the time here may not be too long.

First, he is already in his last years, his body can be said to be exhausted, and many things have become more and more difficult to do; Second, although the Holy God is still kind to him, it is based on his ability to share his worries, but many things he handles at the moment are not in line with the Holy Will.

The most important thing is that the Wanshou Palace next to it is being rebuilt at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and the amount of silver spent is much lower than the estimate that Yan Shifan gave him.

"Elder Yan Ge, Elder Xu Ge asks to see you!" It was in the middle of his distraction that a cabinet official came in and reminded softly.

Yan Song was naturally very familiar with Xu Jie, and immediately ordered people to be brought in.

After Xu Jie came in, he saluted Yan Song respectfully, "I've seen Lord Yuanfu!" ”

"Huating, you're here, sit down!" Yan Song raised his dry hand and said gently.

Xu Jieshi thanked him, but he took out a note from his sleeve and said respectfully: "Xie Yuanfu!" This is the list of dispositions of the external inspection, and I invite Lord Yuanfu to take a look! ”

The imperial court assessed 100 officials, which were divided into external inspection and Beijing inspection. The external inspection is a major investigation of local officials by the imperial court, and some incompetent officials will be directly dismissed from their posts.

Therefore, whenever the year of foreign inspection came, the local officials who entered Beijing were extremely panicked and anxious, and they looked for connections in Beijing one after another, hoping to escape this catastrophe.

According to the current system, the external inspection is presided over by the official secretary of the Ministry of Justice, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate and Kedao have the power of supervision, so the list is mainly from the hands of the Officials and the Metropolitan Inspectorate Zuodu Yu Shi Paine.

Guo Pu showed an iron-faced and selfless side in this foreign inspection. Since the beginning of the Spring Festival this year, he has hardly seen relatives and friends, and he really doesn't seem to favor anyone.

It's just that for Yan Song, it's not necessarily a good thing.

Guo Pu is a Jinshi in Jiajing for 14 years, not to mention the grievances with Yan Song, and the current Metropolitan Procuratorate Zuodu Yushi Paine is a native of Songjiang Mansion in Nanzhili, and the Jinshi in the second year of Jiajing is both a fellow villager and a fellow subject to Xu Jie.

With these two presiding over this external inspection, where can the Yan Party still have good fruits to eat?

"There are twenty-four people who are old and those who are not able to do so, and there are ......"

Yan Song took the list and opened it, but he sighed gloomily in his heart, although he had expected such a result, he inevitably felt a little lost in his heart.

Six years ago, Li Mo, who was the secretary of the ministry at the time, was the same, taking the people of the strict party to do it, and he had the intention of cleaning up the people of the strict party.

Fortunately, Li Mo made a mistake himself, and he actually offended the saint, and finally died in prison, and Li Ben presided over the foreign inspection and Jingcha that year, but let him purge the hundred officials for a round.

To this day, the so-called external inspection and Beijing inspection have become a means for their party to fight against dissent and eliminate dissent.

Yan Song was not completely confused, he still clearly saw Guo Pu's motives, but he nodded slightly, and said to Xu Jie lightly: "Well, I know!" ”

"The lower official retired first!" Xu Jie bowed his hand and observed Yan Song's reaction at the same time. just disappointed him, Yan Song was neither angry nor approved of this list.

Facing this old fox, he actually had some fear in his heart. Whether it was Xia Yan in the early stage or Li Mo in the later stage, they were finally overturned by Yan Song, and finally ended up with a tragic death.

At the moment, this was a temptation for Yan Song, but he didn't know what kind of means Yan Song would use to fight back, Xu Jie actually walked out of the duty room with some trepidation.

Xu Jie thought that things would bow his head slightly, and when he walked back to his case, he found that there was one more time, and he was immediately startled, and immediately blamed: "Why are you here again?" ”

This tall middle-aged man is naturally Xu Fan, who is responsible for rebuilding the Wanshou Palace, and he resolutely regards Xu Jie's duty room as his resting place. Facing his father's reproach, he held up the teacup and said as a matter of course: "Dad, I'm thirsty, come and drink tea!" ”

Xu Jie glanced at him deeply, how could he not know that this kid's drinking tea was just a pretense, but he didn't mean to puncture.

"Dad, what's his reaction?" Xu Fan asked in a suppressed voice.

Xu Jie glared at him angrily, returned to his desk and sat down, and said in a preachy tone: "Do you think that people in this position will write their emotions on their faces?" ”

"Dad, Zang Jifang is useless, you should really fill in his name?" Xu Fan took a sip of tea and said with some complaint.

Xu Jie's brows furrowed slightly, and he said angrily: "You have really been fooling around for so many years, have you seen any teacher who would poison his protégé?" I didn't save Yang Jisheng back then, do you know how much criticism your father endured? ”

Zang Jifang was a jinshi in the thirty-second year of Jiajing, and was ranked 27th in the examination by Xu Jie, who was the examiner at the time, and was one of Xu Jie's protégés. Last year, he was transferred to the prefect of Songjiang, but this person has a straightforward personality, although he takes into account Xu Jie's teacher-student relationship, but he has a lot of grievances about what Xu Fu did in Songjiang.

Xu Fan was dissatisfied with his father, a disobedient protégé, so he thought of changing it, but he knew that it was really not a good time to make a move. At most, they can only be transferred to other places, rather than directly dismissed.

Xu Jie took a sip of tea and asked seriously, "Is there a problem over there in Wanshou Palace?" ”

"No, okay!" Xu Fan replied impatiently.

Xu Jie earnestly advised: "Now that we are in the final stage of the construction period, we must not relax!" ”

"Got it!" Xu Fan nodded.

Xu Fan drank the tea, then left the Wuyi Hall and walked towards the construction site.

In the place where it was originally a ruin, in just over three months, a palace of a larger scale has appeared, and it will not be long before it is officially built.