Wuyi Hall, cabinet duty room.

The old Yan Song walked back from Wanshou Palace and lay on the bamboo chair. He seemed to have just returned from the Ghost Gate, his body was spread in the chair, his mouth and nose slightly opened, and his thick breath was breathing.

Yan Hong seemed to be commonplace with this situation. He first took the tea from the cabinet, then took the kettle from a cabinet official, and then rushed to make tea.

"I'll do it!" Lin Qingran took the initiative to ask for the exquisite purple clay teapot and respectfully poured Yan Song a cup of brightly colored tea. The refreshing tea fragrance quickly filled the air.

Yan Hong seemed very filial and hurriedly delivered the tea he had just poured to Yan Song.

Yan Song took the tea cup that Yan Hong brought to him, took a sip of the tea slowly, and as if he had recovered, he sighed slightly at Lin Qingran: "My body is really useless!"

The 83-year-old man of this era is already an extremely old person. No matter how powerful he has and has excellent medical conditions, he cannot resist the erosion of time.

"Master Yuanfu, you are an old horse in the stable and have ambitions. Now your body is worse than that of our young people, but you still have to be led by all officials. The government affairs of the Ming Dynasty still need you to make any decisions!" Lin Qingran was already real

The official in the officialdom said in a compliment.

Yan Hong took the slightly hot teacup from Yan Song's hand, first looked at Lin Qiran in surprise, and then a feeling of admiration surged in his heart.

He was only twenty-one years old, the third-rank prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, and was born in the Hanlin Academy of 800. He was not as arrogant as the slightest arrogance. He was still so respectful to his grandfather, who was in a waning state. No wonder his grandfather was so optimistic about his future.

"Haha... I haven't heard such comfortable words for a long time! It's just that you think so, others won't think so! They all wonder when I, the old man, will give up my position, or they have cursed me in their hearts to die in office.

!” Yan Song smiled happily, then shook his head seriously.

The huge age gap between the two makes their relationship naturally harmonious.

Lin Xuran is only twenty-one years old this year, and has not been in the officialdom for a long time. It is impossible for Yan Song to threaten Yan Song's position. Yan Song is already 83 years old this year, and it is also impossible for Lin Xuran to be the chief minister.

Looking at the entire court boss, there are not many officials who still hope that Yan Song will continue to serve as the chief minister, and Lin Qingran can be considered one. After all, if he goes down, Xu Jie will come to the stage, he will not have any good news to Lin Qingran.

"Lord Yuan Fu is getting stronger and stronger, and there will be no problem in working for another three years." Lin Shiran knew that Yan Song was referring to Xu Jie, Yuan Wei and others, but it was impossible for him to share the same hatred with Yan Song, but instead chose to avoid the important things and said lightly.

Of course, this is undoubtedly against your will.

Not to mention whether Yan Song's body can support it, Yan Song's brain may not be able to deal with the frequent memorials. Although it has his "butterfly effect", some things cannot be changed, and aging is like this.

.

"If you are foolish, I won't deceive you. This year is probably my last year as the prime minister!" Yan Song's face was filled with a lonely expression, and he looked at Lin Qingran and said seriously.

Lin Qingran knew that the old assistant was not far from stepping down, but he disguised himself astonished and asked, "Sir Yuan Fu, why did you say this?"

"Since my wife passed away, my body has been getting worse day by day, and my energy is not as good as before!" Yan Song sighed and looked outside and said with a hint of meaning: "In addition, some people can't wait, the emperor

as well as……"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, but he didn't know whether he was taboo about talking about Jiajing or changing his mind and not wanting to reveal those bad things to Lin Weiran.

Lin Qinran felt like a mirror in his heart. He knew that Yan Song was not a real powerful minister at all, but a favorite minister.

With Jiajing's favor, Yan Song was able to use the Beijing and Foreign Prosecutors to fight against the differences and arrange the Yan Party members to important positions, thus conquering the power of the government and the opposition. Once Yan Song loses Jiajing's favor, he may not even be able to arrange a magistrate.

Nowadays, the old Yan Song is no longer in line with the candidates for the chief assistant in Jiajing's mind. Moreover, Jiajing does not lack loyal candidates for the chief assistant. In addition to Xu Jie, Yuan Wei and others, it is natural for Yan Song to step down.

Lin Qingran could not get involved in this kind of thing, and said kindly: "Master Yuan Fu, the lower officials hope to be led by Master Yuan Fu, but we are ministers who are loyal to the emperor and serve the country. Do you still have to go or stay.

The Lord’s will shall prevail!”

"Yes! Everything must be done by following the arrangements of the priest. If the priest wants the old minister to leave, the old minister will leave!" Yan Song seemed to be touched by Lin Shiran's words, turned his head and looked towards the direction of Wanshou Palace and sighed.

Why……

Yan Hong stood beside him and watched the scene, but a feeling of loneliness surged on his face.

Once upon a time, he always thought that their Yan family could cover the sky with their hands, and all the officials in the world followed the Yan family. But the reality is that the rise and fall of their Yan family was only in the thought of the saint.

Yan Song failed to see Wanshou Palace through the wall, but instead saw the sandalwood jar on the shelf. His eyes flashed with nostalgia, turned his head and looked at Lin Xuran and said seriously: "Ruoyu, it's not that I am greedy for power, but that I am earlier.

I submitted several memorials and resigned, but I was persuaded by the emperor to keep me. I, Yan Weizhong, will be the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty in one day."

this……

Lin Xuran looked at Yan Song's appearance that he wanted to convince him, and knew that power was like a poison, but it was not something he could let go.

Yan Song was already deceiving himself. Although he had resigned several times, the emperor probably kept him sincerely. However, his body and energy were no longer as good as before, and it was no longer what Jiajing needed before.

The chief minister is here.

Lin Xuran knew very well that this was not a good topic, and it was even more impossible to refute Yan Song, but nodded gently to express his understanding.

This puts people in a favorable position. If others advise him to give up the position of Shuntian Prefecture and return to Shicheng County to be a rich man, he would definitely kill the other party angrily.

Yan Hong felt relieved and handed the slightly cool tea back to Yan Song.

"Ruoyu, you are already the prefect of Shuntian now. Do you have any plans for the future?" Yan Song took the teacup and took a sip, asking as if the elders were concerned about the younger generation.

Lin Weiran's heart moved slightly, and he hurriedly put down the teacup and bowed, "Please give me advice by Lord Yuan Fu!"

Yan Song looked at Lin Junran's attitude and felt very comfortable. He said with a thoughtful guidance: "You are actually from the Hanlin Academy. The best way is to be the Minister of Rites! As long as you occupy the position of Minister of Rites, you can say that
Chapter completed!