Nan Zhijin, a clerk of the Secretariat, remembered it very clearly that Shen Mingzhi was the eighth prime minister he sent away. These people performed differently. Some were calm, some were angry, some were wronged, and some were confused... No matter what, they were all duckweed, coming and going, and the water was flowing endlessly.

After all, Yin Wulai has served as prime minister for the longest time in the past few decades. He was very "lucky" to catch up with the troublesome autumn. The palace changed emperors one after another, and no one had time to dismiss him. This was an extremely unusual thing. In Emperor Wu's death arrangement, Yin Wulai assisted the new emperor for at most three or five years.

Emperor Wu never made his true intentions public, but Nan Zhijin could guess that this was his ability and his responsibility.

Nanzhijin came to the Prime Minister's Office to request the last batch of official documents. Since then, the Secretariat and Shen Mingzhi have no public contact.

Compared with Yin Wuhei, who saw through the world before his death, Shin Mingzhi seemed a little angry, "Oh, the emperor is too young, too young."

Shen Mingzhi sat behind the table and pushed a stack of official documents over. There were no outsiders or official titles. He could complain a few times, "If you continue to do this, another Wu Emperor, Da Chu... Alas, the emperor is too young."

Nan Zhijin carefully looked at the official documents one by one, and said without raising his head: "So Master Shen has to make sacrifices. Your actions have a profound significance to Da Chu."

Shen Mingzhi stared at this old official. He knew the importance of the Secretariat before he became prime minister, but he did not expect that the most important person was an ordinary Secretariat.

If you think about it carefully, everything actually has signs of signs. The Central Secretariat Province is not large in size, with only more than fifty officials. The Central Secretariat Order and the Central Secretariat are regularly replaced according to the rules. Over the years, the officials below have also come and go, and the only person who has not changed seems to be Nanzhijin.

When Shen Mingzhi became prime minister, he did not realize the importance of Nan Zhijin. It was not until the emperor woke up and Han Chou was imprisoned. Shen Mingzhi was frightened. Nan Zhijin suddenly came to the door and advised him to take the initiative to hand over the seal. Shen Mingzhi realized that there was a force hidden in the court.

He was convinced, but there was no reason. Nan Zhijin understood the emperor and almost predicted all the actions of the emperor. He stated that if he wanted to save his reputation and life, he could only cooperate with the Zhongshu Sheren.

"Will Zhuo Ruhe do better than me?" Shen Mingzhi asked.

Nan Zhijin continued to check the official documents, "Justice Zhuo can make a difference based on just a little appreciation and trust of His Majesty."

Shin Mingzhi remained silent. Facing the current emperor, he had made too many mistakes that could no longer be compensated.

The official document is right. Nan Zhijin closed the official document and looked up at the opposite side of Shen Mingzhi. "I explained to Lord Shen how difficult it is to 'taste' the emperor. Today's emperor was born in a chaotic world and became a military force. His ambition was even better than Emperor Wu. However, the foundation of the Great Chu is no longer the same as before and cannot bear the struggle between the monarch and the ministers. As a minister, our only choice is to retreat as advance, obey Your Majesty, and help Your Majesty. When he believes that the entire court can use it for his own purposes, everything will return to normal."

"Apart from a little bit, I am no longer the prime minister." Shen Mingzhi sighed again.

Nan Zhijin didn't speak. He believed that Shen Mingzhi could understand it. He picked up the official document and carefully put it in the box he brought with him, intending to say goodbye.

Shen Mingzhi reached out and pressed his hand on the table, leaned forward, and whispered: "The things that Master Nan promised... will not be wrong, right?"

Nan Zhijin frowned slightly, "My life is in the hands of Lord Shin. Any words I have said to you will cause death to your Majesty. I also have a wife, children, and I will not take risks with this kind of thing."

"I am sixty-three this year, and I will live a long life with my grandfather?"

"Two years younger than adults."

"I'm afraid I can't wait. When the debts are lost when the death of the person, the things that Lord Nan promised are meaningless."

Compared with Yin Wuhei, Shen Mingzhi was like a greedy man in the market. Nan Zhijin put the box on the table, pressed his hands on it, and smiled and said, "How can the debt be eliminated after descendants? Lord Shen returned to his hometown with peace of mind. In the grand trial three years later, with the talent of the Shen family's son, he will definitely be able to be the first in the senior high school. If I can't see it, there will be others taking care of him."

"Who?" Qian Mingzhi cares about this matter the most.

"Mr. Shen should understand my difficulties."

After waiting for a while, confirming that Nan Zhijin would not disclose the news, he said: "My requirements are not high. Take advantage of some power to send my son to the court smoothly. Don't bother others with the rest, just let him work hard on his own."

Nan Zhijin held up the box, "Mr. Shen is very talented, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to make a promise."

The Secretariat of the Central Secretariat said goodbye and expressed his will to sit alone for a while. He decided to accept the reality and strive to let his son realize his dream of prime minister.

Nan Zhijin left the Prime Minister's Mansion, handed the box to the police, and walked back to the Secretariat together, with no guards following him. To outsiders, this was an ordinary veteran.

At the gate of the Secretariat Yamen, Nan Zhijin saw an acquaintance from afar and asked the sender to go back to the Yamen first, and then he turned into an alley.

Zhuo Ruhe's confidant follower immediately, bowed to Nanzhijin and smiled, "I finally waited for the adults. My adults have invited me. Let's go with me now?"

Zhuo Ruhe is the new prime minister, and his status as the entourage has increased. Naturally, he doesn't have to be particularly polite to a small Zhongshu Shepherd, and he is more casual when he bows.

Nan Zhijin smiled and said, "Please go back and tell the Prime Minister that I will send the provincial official documents tomorrow afternoon."

The entourage turned cold and said, "That's a business, and it's a private matter for my elders to invite him."

"Same, same, the Prime Minister will understand." Nan Zhijin still smiled, said that, bowed and left first.

The entourage was stunned for a while, so he had to go back and report his life, beating around the bush, and defaming Nan Zhijin, but was surprised to find that the Prime Minister didn't take this trick at all. Instead, he nodded and said, "Mr. Nan is right, I'm too impatient."

The next morning, Zhuo Ruhe presided over the political discussions of the Qinzheng Hall as prime minister for the first time. Everything was normal. No one from the emperor to other ministers raised problems for the new prime minister.

In the afternoon, Zhuo Ruhe returned to the Prime Minister's Office to handle government affairs and reflected on himself. He found that it was not that difficult for the Prime Minister to do, thanks to the emperor's trust and the cooperation of his colleagues.

Nanzhijin arrived on time and sent three boxes of official documents, sorted in different categories, and ordered by priorities. Zhuo Ruhe checked them on the spot. When he had any questions, he asked Nanzhijin for advice.

Time flies. Before I finished reading a box of official documents, it was already dark. Zhuo Ruhe's new official was rising and his enthusiasm was high. He ordered the officials in the mansion to go home first, leave a few servants, buy wine and food from outside, eat a meal, and read at night. Be sure to be familiar with the responsibilities of the prime minister as soon as possible.

Nan Zhijin stayed and accompanied the prime minister to have dinner, and continued to act as an advisor without any complaints.

After the second update, there were only two people left in the lobby. Zhuo Ruhe accelerated and finally browsed the official documents roughly. He couldn't help but sigh: "When I was a county magistrate, I always thought that local affairs were important, but the court always delayed them. Now I understand that the prime minister reviewed so many official documents every day and there were too many important things, but none of them was important."

Nan Zhijin replied: "It's not that there are so many every day. The prime minister has been vacant in the past month, and he has accumulated a lot of money."

There was still the cold wine left on the table. Zhuo Ruhe took a sip and said, "Your Majesty gives me a few ginseng plants."

"Um."

"Since the news that I want to be the prime minister, there are people who come to the door to give gifts every day. I rejected most of them, but I left behind a few ginseng of good quality to treat the princess to take care of her body."

Zhuo Ruhe is the princess and is used to calling his wife a "princess".

"Um."

"I'm wondering, Your Majesty is so well-informed that he even knows such a small matter. Will he..."

Nan Zhijin smiled and said, "It turns out that the Prime Minister is worried about this. The Prime Minister is too worried. His Majesty sometimes learns about some things through his close ministers around him, but it has not yet reached the point where he can't compare with Emperor Wu. Even compared with Empress Dowager Shangguan, it is still a little worse."

"Your Majesty doesn't know the connection between us?"

Nan Zhijin said seriously: "With Your Majesty's temper, if he sees a little clue, he will never let Lord Zhuo succeed to Prime Minister. Besides, as Prime Minister, I am the Minister of the Central Secretariat, so it is normal for me to have connections, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhuo Ruhe's expression was a little dim, "I still feel guilty and feel like I'm doing things on my back."

The emperor is a child, and the prime minister is just a slightly older child. Nan Zhijin said patiently: "I only ask one question, does the prime minister support all His Majesty's actions?"

Zhuo Ruhe was silent for a while, "Your Majesty was young and energetic. He wanted to support the entire Great Chu with his own strength, but I was afraid that he would not be able to match his strength."

"So at this time, how difficult it is to govern the world is to let Your Majesty listen. We can only help secretly and don't let Your Majesty make too big a fuss."

Zhuo Ruhe was silent for a while. It was really hard to tell the difference between "siding help" and "siding in secret".

Nan Zhijin said again: "Just as I said to the Prime Minister before: It is easy to please Your Majesty, or is it easy to please Your Majesty? Just please Your Majesty, you may have to go against the entire court, which will make everything unhappy; if you please the entire court, the Prime Minister will show his strength and please Your Majesty, it is easy to go against your Majesty."

Zhuo Ruhe didn't like the word "pleasing", but he didn't say anything. When he was still in Yunmengze, someone came to him, hinting that he had the opportunity to worship the minister and was willing to help. At first, he didn't believe it, but as the signs became more and more obvious, he believed it. After returning to the capital, he contacted Nanzhijin.

"Your Majesty trusts the Prime Minister. This is an opportunity for the Prime Minister, and it is also an opportunity for the court and the Great Chu. We must make good use of it: I am responsible for thinking about the emperor's thoughts, and the Prime Minister is responsible for making achievements and complementing each other."

"I can make achievements, what can the Nanda Master get?"

Nan Zhijin smiled slightly. He had been in the position of Zhongshu Sheren for decades and did not leave if he had the opportunity to be promoted. Of course, he had a lot of money.

He pulled out a roll of paper from his sleeve, "The court supports the Prime Minister and asks the Prime Minister to support the court. There are a few people here, and it is time to be promoted. They will be of great help to the Prime Minister."

Zhuo Ruhe took the paper and opened it and saw more than a dozen names on it. He has been an official for many years, so he certainly understood the background and backers of these people. At least three of them were disciples of the Zuo Cha Censor Feng Ju.

Feng Ju gave up the competition for the position and deserved some reward. Zhuo Ruhe put away the paper and felt that the problem was not big. "Your Majesty's worries are unpredictable. Is Master Nan confident?"

"Have I missed it?" Nan Zhijin asked back, bowing his hand and saying goodbye. He arrived home in the middle of the night and did not feel tired at all. (To be continued.)
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