"Nanjing Ministry of Rites Shangshu Yin Tai!"

Yan Song paused and said a surprising name aloud.

Yin Tai was a jinshi in the fourteenth year of Jiajing, but his personality was too upright, but he repeatedly offended people, which caused his official career to be unsmooth.

Even so, the darkest moment of his career came right after. Only in the second year, he was "promoted" from the Hanlin Academy to the priest of Nanjing Guozi, thus entering the Nanjing pension sequence.

It's just that after arriving in Nanjing, Yin Tai's official fortunes got better.

First of all, he rose from the Nanjing Guozi Priest Wine to the Zuo Shilang of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, and after the accident of the original Nanjing Ministry of Rites Shangshu Wang Yongbin, he took a big step forward and directly became the Nanjing Ministry of Rites.

Although he is still retired in Nanjing, Yin Tai has become an official and is a nominal member of the imperial court. Once he can be transferred to Beijing, he will be the six Shangshu, and he will become a big figure in officialdom.

Now Yan Song recommended Yin Tai, which undoubtedly gave Yin Tai a chance to recover. Just like Yan Song back then, he went to Beijing for a pilgrimage with the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, and as a result, he successfully stayed in Beijing as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and then let the officialdom enter the Yan Song era.

"Yin Tai?"

Jiajing's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't have a deep impression of Yin Tai, and he couldn't remember this person's appearance for a while.

However, he did not reject this candidate in his heart, although he didn't like the Qingliu in Nanjing, but the character of those Qingliu was indeed more secure. The scholars of the Ministry of Rites are all from the word ministers, and if they go to Lianzhou by such an arrogant word minister, they are indeed a very suitable candidate.

Yan Song seemed to be worried that Jiajing would not be satisfied, so he added: "Guangdong is thousands of miles away from the capital, if you send a big official from the capital, the old minister may delay the major event of the saint!" ”

"But you think it through!" Jiajing nodded slightly, agreeing to this candidate.

"This matter should be urgent!" Yan Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said bitterly: "The old minister thinks that the Holy Lord can let Yin Shangshu go with His Majesty's reward, and once the merits are verified, he can show the emperor's favor to the meritorious ministers on the spot!" ”

"How should I be rewarded?" Jiajing nodded slightly, and then asked curiously.

Yan Song first bowed his hand back, and then made a gesture of invitation: "The old minister has already drafted a ticket in the recital, please ask the emperor to take a look!" ”

Only then did Jiajing realize that in the piece of music in his hand, a note had indeed been pasted, on which he wrote the reward opinions for the relevant officials, but his brows were slightly frowned.

Huang Jin's heart moved, and he couldn't help but glance at Yan Song secretly, knowing that things were not done in line with the saint's wishes, but he suddenly heard Jiajing ask: "Why don't you see Lin Wenkui's reward?" ”

If you have merit, you will be rewarded, and if you have done something, you will be punished, this is the political trick that Jiajing likes to use.

Yan Song's face immediately turned bitter, and he explained: "Lin Wenkui is eighteen years old, and the Holy One has been gracious, and now he is more responsible for opening the sea in Leizhou, and it is not appropriate to do any more rewards!"

Hey?

Feng Bao had been waiting behind Huang Jin, and when he heard the words "Lin Wenkui", he immediately cheered up.

Jiajing's brows frowned slightly, this was not his usual method of punishment, but Yan Song said it very reasonably. Lin Haoran is too young, and now he is in an important position, so it is really not appropriate to reward too much.

The matter was settled, and Wu Shan, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, went to Lianzhou City as a messenger to verify the dredging of the Nanliu River, and to verify the "method of bunching water and flushing sand".

At night, the lights are bright.

After Jiajing took a pill, he originally planned to fall asleep, but he didn't know if Huang Jin gave the wrong pill or made a mistake when refining the pill, but the more he slept, the more energetic he became.

After some tossing and turning, he reviewed the transcript under the lamp, and was quickly captivated by the three copies.

One is the transcript submitted by the Guangdong Metropolitan Division, which is the good news of the successful eradication of the 2,000 people of the Red Flag Gang by the Haibei Bingbei Dao and Shendianwei and Qiongzhouwei, and asks for credit for the relevant people.

A transcript submitted by the Guangdong Provincial Prosecutor's Department, because Lin Haoran, the commander of the Haibei Army, seized tens of thousands of stones of rice from the Red Flag Gang to alleviate the disaster in Guangdong, and wrote a letter to ask for credit for Lin Haoran.

A transcript submitted by the Guangdong Political Division, because the prefect of Leizhou settled the victims properly when the disaster occurred in Guangdong, and stabilized the price of rice in Leizhou City, he wrote to Lin Haoran to ask for credit.

Seeing that these three copies of the recital were seeking credit for the same person, Jiajing's brows immediately frowned deeply, and the thought of "there was a conspiracy" flashed at first, but it quickly disappeared.

Although the three divisions of Guangdong all took credit for Lin Haoran, it was caused by the same thing. That is, Lin Haoran exterminated the Red Flag Gang and obtained a large amount of rice, thus alleviating the disaster situation in Guangdong.

After figuring this out, his mood immediately became relaxed, and he found that this Lin Wenkui could indeed help him solve his worries.

At this time, he looked up and saw Feng Bao, the little eunuch who was carefully sending sandalwood in, and asked in a ghostly manner: "Feng Bao, you are a eunuch in the hall at a young age, and you are already a high position in the internal officials, why is this?" ”

"Enlighten the master, this is the will of heaven!" Feng Bao immediately knelt down and replied cautiously.

Jiajing's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he said with some interest: "How can you say this!" ”

"In the past, the villain did not die after the shipwreck, but it was not the villain's life, but the heavens needed someone to guide the holy deer. The villain led the holy deer to the Garden of Beasts, so as to receive the holy reward. Therefore, the reason why the villain can live in the hall is because of the will of God and the will of the Son of Heaven! Feng Bao knelt on the ground and said solemnly.

Jiajing laughed loudly: "Haha...... Good one: the will of God, the will of the Son of Heaven! Wonderful, well said!"

Feng Bao heard Jiajing's laughter, and secretly pinched a handful of sweat, knowing that the Holy Lord didn't mean to blame him.

After Jiajing praised him, he suddenly sighed: "It's a pity! What a pity! In this inner palace, I can make a decision with a word, but in the outer extension, I have to be constrained everywhere, if I don't want to promote anyone, I will promote someone! ”

"The villain doesn't understand! But who God wants to be rewarded, and who the Son of Heaven wants to be glorified, there is a providence in this darkness! Feng Bao said seriously again.

Jiajing looked up slightly at Feng Bao, who was kneeling on the ground, as if he had an understanding, and nodded slightly.

He believed in God and believed that he was the Son of Heaven. If this is not the case, how can he, a prince, be able to legitimately succeed to the throne and thus become the monarch of the Ming Dynasty?

His gaze fell on the three copies of the work, but he had a slight headache. In fact, it was not just because he was worried about Wenchen's opposition, but he also felt that Lin Haoran was too young, and it seemed that it was indeed not appropriate to be promoted too quickly.