Since he returned to Beijing last year and was promoted to the position of the Chief Censor, Wang Fulin has been working as a foreign affairs officer for the first time. Early in the morning, when he returned to the Censorate, who had been away for nearly half a month, he found that all his colleagues who came and went were polite to him. Many of them were extremely unfamiliar with him in the past and could not even nod when they met. He knew that this was probably because he had been lingering in the Ganqing Palace for a long time yesterday, so he didn't take it too seriously. After entering the direct room of the Chief Censor of Guangdong Road, he first met Zheng Yougui, the clerk who served close to him, and then Hu Quan, the capital official, and then invited Zhao Mingxian, who had previously handled his affairs.

Wang Fulin has always maintained a very polite attitude towards this senior who is older than him and who is a Guangdong Inspector Censor after him. The reason is simple, respect is mutual. Since Zhao Mingxian has never relied on his profound qualifications and pointed at him, he has done everything he assigned to do very seriously. Of course, he is not hesitant to show his respect for his seniors.

At this moment, he learned about the operation of the entire Guangdong Road when he was not here, and then said in a careful tone: "Brother Zhao is old. Chen Zongxian mentioned before that among the Thirteen Censors of the Censorate, there are those who have completed their seniority and will be promoted by the end of the year. I plan to recommend Brother Zhao. So, I want to ask Brother Zhao for his opinion in advance."

Although there are still three months before the end of the year, Zhao Mingxian was shocked and couldn't help but sigh that Wang Fulin was not as rebellious as the rumors were, but was really generous to his subordinates. Although he had never forced himself to stand up for credit, he, a censor with a longer-term age, stayed in Guangdong. Even though he had always been careful in his appointment, there was a censor who had been urging him to seize the position of the chief censor behind his back. Although he was not moved at all, it was even worse than instigation, that was, spreading rumors behind him. Although he was not afraid of a moment, he was also afraid that time would take over. Wang Fulin had no intention, and his boss Chen Xu felt that he was very heartless!

Therefore, seeing that Wang Fulin was politely soliciting his opinions, Zhao Mingxian stood up and bowed: "The Lord Zhangdao is so caring, and the lower officials are really a little frightened. Since returning to the capital, the lower officials have not done much, and their previous performance exams are not considered the first-class..."

"Brother Zhao doesn't have to be so humble, then this matter will be decided. The two masters of Sichuan Road and Guangxi Road should be missing by the end of the year. Just have a clear idea in your mind."

When the guest politely sent Zhao Mingxian out, Wang Fulin lowered the curtain and returned to his seat, he knew that he did not want Zhao Mingxian to be transferred from Guangdong Road so quickly. After all, there was a subordinate who was experienced but willing to obey the assignment, but as a boss, he would feel comfortable. However, since Hu Quan had reported that he was not here and the undercurrent of the Censorate, in order to avoid Zhao Mingxian being plotted back, or if he had more enemies for no reason, he was simply happy to give Zhao Mingxian a favor, so that he could have a good chance of being promoted to the presidency. But in this way, he had to face the next problem.

Zhao Mingxian is a censor who is missing, so it is best not to let Zhang Juzheng use his old tricks again and transfer people from outside. Otherwise, he will be too successful.

Fortunately, Tian Yi came to recruit him on behalf of the emperor and instructed him to stay in the Censorate to win over the censorship, so he had been secretly paying attention to talents.

His requirements are high or low, and to sum up, they are just good-character, talented, but not pedantic, and unsatisfied under the throne. After Hu Quan and Liu Wanfeng and Wang Xijue analyzed it for him, only three or four people were selected on his list.

For this reason, even though he had been following him for more than a year except Zhao Mingxian, Wang Jiguang, Wang Xuezeng and Gu Yuncheng, he did not hesitate to exchange the other two besides Wang Jiguang to the other way in the future.

The plasticity of the true Qingliu gentleman is really bad!

The thirteen 110 censors in the Censorate were much larger than the six-degree corridors with a total of dozens of people. Because of the special trial system of the trial imperial examination, it was slightly lower than the selection of the six-degree corridors with particularly strict selection. Under Wang Fulin's previous suggestion, 16 were left by twenty censors, and some censors who were older than them felt greater pressure.

After all, there are only a dozen or twenty inspectors and the great masters who have been studying for the censorship in a year. Even if they are patrolling the city, salt, grain, and Lugou Bridge, they are better than having a tiny salary in the Censorate, but they only have a tiny salary.

Because I was staying in the capital city, I could only expect a memorial to be delivered, which would cause a sensation in the court and the world, and the world would be heard. But this situation is still very rare, so whenever there are various responsibilities, the competition between each department is unprecedentedly fierce. Those who compete behind the scenes, those who compete behind family backgrounds, those who seek help from the party in the same year, those who jointly recommend and recommend, those who stabbed the knife in the back, and those who use various tricks to use. But even so, some are still happy and some are sad.

On this day, Shandong Dao Supervisor Zhao Pengcheng was defeated in the competition, watching as he lost the big trouble of serving as a Shandong inspector.

What made him even more hated was that Cao Ren, the censor who recommended his competitor, still hypocritically comforted himself, saying that there was still a chance next year.

Is there still a chance next year? Haha, it's a joke! He was originally a promising Hanlin Shujishi, but after he left the hall, he was unable to stay in the hall because of Ding You, and he was unable to enter the Sixth Casino. After he was fully fed, he returned to the Censorate. Originally, he had a former Hanlin title and should have a bright future in the Censorate. Unexpectedly, he had been a censor for two years. By the end of next year, he had never been a censor for three years. How many censors with three years of qualifications in the Censorate have never been a censor?

In the evening, it was his turn to bring wine into the straight room for the first time in his life. While looking at the case file in his hand, he used it to relieve his sorrow. When the wine was soaring to three or four points, he suddenly heard someone else's voice vaguely coming from the outside. He had no intention of listening, but when he caught one of the names, he unknowingly raised his ears.

"If you want to say that the person who was the Guangdong Road was originally a trial censor, he was transferred to the Censor for Supervision this year. He was previously sent to inspect Guangdong, and his luck would be good or bad, and he would not be bad."

"Have you heard of this? Yes, it is said that when the library selected Shujishi, this Mr. Wang had already been selected, and there was a lot of hope! But if you don't know what happened, you were deposed."

"Yes, I have always said that the selection of the museum is fair, but I didn't expect that he would be plotted against by someone else because of this surname. However, the Prime Minister must have discovered it after all, otherwise he would not have sent someone to the Censorate."

"It depends on whom I was assigned to. The Thirteen Censors of the Censorate, and a total of thirteen Censors of the Censors, may not be the result now. I heard that Mr. Wang and Mr. Wang said goodbye to the same surname, but they have never joined the clan. They are usually very ordinary relationships with superiors and subordinates, but when they encounter a great patrol, Mr. Wang chose him."

"I heard that Ma Chaoyang, who was inspecting Nanzhili, was actually even more boring. He was almost a saw-mouthed gourd and didn't say a word. So, in places like the Censorate, either you have a noble person in the court, or you have a fair and selfless climb, otherwise there would be no good chance? Even if the Censor returned from being the Censor, he might even have to move left because he offended the local powerful or the village official."

As the voice gradually became low, as if the person had walked past the door, Zhao Pengcheng then sat up straight, and the originally not strong feeling of alcohol was diluted a lot. He shook his head hard, then suddenly laughed twice, and said to himself: "Wang Yanchen... But the newcomer who had just passed the imperial censorship to the full-time censorship has also been put on the inspection, but I am still waiting for the opportunity next year. I remember that when they were under the command of Wang Fulin, who had a fledgling experience, I don't know how many people secretly laughed at me, including me, a fool. Now, it's someone else's turn to laugh at me!"

Just now, he and Liu Wanfeng, the capital official, walked past the window of this straight room, and did not leave much at this moment. Hu Quan, who happened to hear what was said clearly, raised his eyebrows and then gave Liu Wanfeng a look. The two minor officials who were in the Censorate's office who had been longer than any censor left quietly, without any alarming Zhao Pengcheng inside.

Early the next morning, Zhao Pengcheng woke up with an angry cry. When he opened his eyes sleepyly and recognized that the censor Cao Ren in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically. Because on his desk, the wine jar bought from the back street restaurant was still there. Not only that, he died of drunkenness last night and had no time to clean up.

Even though he had hated Cao Ren to death because of the big police officer, he had made a big mistake of drinking at night in the yamen, and he hurriedly pushed the table and stood up. As a result, he used his strength too much. When he got up, he actually brought down the chair behind him. The movement of pushing the table directly made the wine jar on the edge of the table shake twice, and finally fell to the ground and smashed it.

"Zhao Pengcheng, you have always felt wronged before. Just your official office is a good thing but drinking at night, and you want to send a large police officer? You have been in the censor for the past two years, and don't even understand these rules?"

Seeing Cao Ren turning around and leaving in anger, Zhao Pengcheng immediately turned pale. He knew that he had been determined because of the patrol errand, and although he dared not speak out, he still showed some signs in front of Cao Ren. Now that he suddenly made such a person, he was not the biggest mistake after he was seriously investigated. He could be said to have been grabbed by Cao Ren. He felt sad and didn't even care about the wine jar on the ground, and suddenly fell on the chair.

After a while, a small official flashed in outside. When he saw the messy appearance on the ground, he hurried forward.

"Master Zhao, what's wrong? I'll pack up the things. You should quickly apologize to Master Zhangdao to admit his mistake. I see that he seems to have gone to Mr. Chen."

He wanted to throw the jar just now, but when he heard that the censor Cao Ren, the chief censor, seemed to be going to complain to the Zuodu Censor Chen Hu, Zhao Pengcheng was confused and didn't care about so much. He nodded stiffly at the minor official, and then rushed out of the house. When he went outside, he found that it was getting early. The censors who got up early came in one by one, but he got up and didn't wash his clothes. His clothes were even more messy. He immediately regretted and hated drinking to make things happen.

I had known that I would have replaced this official uniform as a storefront last night, but I would not have been like this now!

Realizing that he was unable to go to the main hall with a sloppy look, he could only quickly return to the house. At this time, he recognized that the minor official who reported the news was Wang Shuban, who belonged to Shandong Road. Seeing that he was busy packing up fragments on the ground, he thought that the other party had just come to report the news and should be willing to help him. He could only endure the embarrassment and go forward and whisper: "My clothes are all drunk. If I go to see Chen Zongxian like this, I am afraid that it will not only not save anything, but will cause the anger of Lord Zongxian."

Wang Shuban quickly swept all the fragments into the dustpan, then wiped his hands and looked at Zhao Pengcheng, then smiled and said with apologies: "Mr. Zhao said that the smell of wine in your mouth is easy to deal with, just chew some tea leaves. As for your official uniform, the younger one will find some orange peel to wipe it, and then iron it for you. It will be fine if you wear it out. But if the younger one wants the younger one to find someone to inquire for you first, what is the matter with the younger one? "

Zhao Pengcheng was slightly stunned, then he felt as if he had caught a life-saving straw, nodded repeatedly and said, "Go quickly, if you use the silver, I will make up for you when you come back!"

At this moment, he had always saved money and no longer cared about spending money or not. If he couldn't stay in the Censorate and was kicked out, what future would he have?

Poor he has almost no alcohol during the Chinese New Year. This is the first time he has brought wine to the yamen in two years since he entered the Censorate. He was caught by Cao Ren in such a coincidence!

Wang Shuban agreed, but did not go out. Even when Zhao Pengcheng hurriedly took out a ingot of silver and handed it over, he still shook his head with a smile, but pointed to the official uniform on Zhao Pengcheng. Zhao Pengcheng suddenly realized, and quickly took off his official uniform and handed it to the other party in a few seconds. He found a casual uniform to wear it on his body.

At this time, he was like an ant on a hot pan, afraid that his colleagues would come first, and afraid that they would not be able to find out the news at Chen Yu's place, or the result would be very bad... Just when he was thinking about almost despair, he saw Wang Shuban come back with his clothes in his arms again.

After handing over the clothes that were flat and without any wrinkles with a smile on his face, Wang Shuban knew that Zhao Pengcheng was anxious and immediately bowed his hand calmly and said congratulations.

"Master Zhao, don't be anxious. I just asked the capital official Mr. Hu to look at Lord Zongxian. Cao Zhandao was going to talk to Lord Zongxian about his important matters, but he just mentioned your drinking matters, complaining that you don't know how to check and you should remember when you take the exam. But it happened that Wang Zhangdao was there, and Wang Zhangdao said a few words for you, saying that you were from the Hanlin Academy. You have always been upright and have a hard life. You will definitely not drink without any trouble. You must know the rules of serving nights in the Censorate. Since it is a first offense, you have always had good performances, so don't be so harsh. Lord Zongxian told Cao Zhandao to let go once to observe the results."

Hearing this, Zhao Pengcheng was stunned. He didn't even know how he put on his clothes under the servitude of Wang Shuban, nor how he greeted others after his colleagues arrived one by one, and even was in a daze all day. It was not until the evening when the yamen left, a colleague who was on duty on his side asked why he didn't go home. He woke up like a dream, and forced a smile and packed up his things and walked out.

When he arrived at the gate of the Censorate, he happened to encounter Cao Ren talking to someone. When he saw him, the five-year-old censor snorted coldly in disappointment, but pulled the person who was talking away.

Knowing that Cao Ren had lost face in front of Chen Yu, he was afraid that he would hate him, Zhao Pengcheng was too lazy to be a little bitch for the censor of the Taoist Censor, and he wanted to leave after he went down the steps. But at this moment, he saw that Wang Fulin and Wang Jiguang were talking not far away, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.

But when he got closer, he called Wang Zhang and said, he suddenly realized that he had asked someone to inquire about what Cao Ren was like on Chen Yu, but he couldn't say it. What did he say to Wang Fulin and thank him for pleading for him? Isn't this clearly telling others that he is guilty?

ps: Continue the update... By the way, my home is in a mess recently, and my grandmother's air conditioner broke down again. I gave her an urgent online shopping yesterday, and today I will supervise the installation (to be continued.)
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