Xie Jin was led towards the mansion by his servants. When he saw Han Du in the inner hall, he quickly saluted and said, "Greetings to the Marquis."
Han Du waved his hand to the servant to ask him to step back, and motioned to Xie Jin: "Sit down!"
Xie Jin sat down as he was told.
Han Du pushed a cup of tea that had been prepared towards him and asked with a smile: "Have you thought about it?"
Xie Jin nodded, "I will choose Hanlin to wait for the imperial edict."
Han Du took a deep look at Xie Jin, nodded slightly and said, "Okay, this official position is indeed more suitable for you."
The reason why he said this was because Han Du felt a little disappointed in his heart for Jie Jin. In fact, what Han Du really wants to be elected is the governor. As long as he waits for another four years, Han Du will definitely win a spot for him as the governor.
Han Du found that Xie Jin was too eager to become an official. He originally thought that the position of governor would allow him to calm down and practice for five years in the position of governor.
But even if he was tempted by the governor, in the end Xie Jin still chose Hanlin to wait for the imperial edict.
Han Du's smile remained unchanged, he took a sip of tea and said, "Okay, you go back and wait for the news."
"Thank you, Lord Marquis. The gentleman will never forget it." Seeing that Han Du really agreed so easily, Xie Jin quickly saluted with surprise on his face.
Han Du personally sent Xie Jin out. Seeing him leaving happily, he couldn't help but sigh and shake his head slightly.
He looked up at the sky and found that it was not noon yet. After thinking about it, Han Du simply went to the palace to see Zhu Biao and settled the matter of Jie Jin.
Do whatever you want, Han Du waved to the guard.
The guard trotted over quickly and asked with a smile: "What are your orders, Lord Marquis?"
"Prepare the sedan chair, I want to go into the palace."
"okay!"
...
Although Zhu Biao is diligent, his energy is far less than that of Lao Zhu, perhaps because he is too fat. It was only noon, and the memorial had not been approved yet, so he hid in Qianqing Palace to rest.
Of course, Zhu Biao did not mean that he would not approve the remaining memorials. He planned to approve them again in the afternoon.
"Your Majesty, the Marquis of Zhenhai would like to see you." Wang Yue said while serving Zhu Biao a cup of ginseng tea.
"Pass it in." Zhu Biao did not ask what Han Du was doing, nor did he hesitate at all.
Han Du walked into the hall and quickly stepped forward to salute, "Your Majesty, Han Du, pays homage to the Emperor."
Zhu Biao put down his tea cup and said with a helpless smile: "I have told you so many times that you don't need to abide by etiquette so much."
"Rules are rules. It is precisely because the emperor is tolerant to his ministers that I must maintain the emperor's majesty. If the emperor treats me favorably, I can do whatever I want. How will the officials view the emperor?" Han Du straightened up with a smile.
Zhu Biao knew that Han Du was sincerely doing it for his own good, so he didn't argue. He stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit down."
After Han Du sat down, Zhu Biao asked, "What's the important thing when you come to the palace today?"
Han Du smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing important. Today I just want to ask for a favor from the emperor."
Zhu Biao was stunned when he heard this, then looked at Han Du with a smile and said, "You never speak to me, why are you making an exception today?"
After saying that, he blinked at Han Du with curiosity on his face.
Han Du smiled helplessly, shook his head slightly and said: "This is not an exception. Today I am recommending a talented person to the emperor."
"Who is it? Tell me." Zhu Biao looked at Han Du with a smile.
"Jie Jin!"
Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Is it him?"
Seeing Zhu Biao's reaction, Han Du knew that Zhu Biao still remembered him. He nodded and said, "It's him."
Zhu Biao sighed immediately, stood up and said: "Back then, my father once said that Xie Jin was a great talent, and even regarded him as his nephew. Later, in order to allow Xie Jin to make further progress, he did not hesitate to let him return to his hometown to study hard. Until now, It’s been eight years, right? If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it. Thinking about it, I really shouldn’t have!”
After listening to Zhu Biao's words, Han Du's eyes were full of weirdness. Zhu Biao had met Xie Jin, and he knew this. But it's probably not possible to say how deeply Zhu Biao was impressed by Xie Jin.
Otherwise, Zhu Biao would have forgotten Xie Jin?
Seeing that there was no one around him, Han Du spoke more straightforwardly, "Your Majesty, you won't think that your father really asked Xie Jin to go home just to understand him, right?"
"What else could it be?" Zhu Biao suddenly became unhappy when he saw that Han Du had doubted his father's intentions.
Han Du smiled and said: "Back then, Xie Jin was a great talent who was famous all over the world. He became a high school scholar at the age of nineteen. This was the first time since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. My father thought that Xie Jin was full of knowledge, and even told Xie Jin Jin regarded him as his nephew. But what did Xie Jin do?"
Zhu Biao lowered his head to recall, but after a moment he didn't think there was anything wrong with what Xie Jin did.
Han Du continued: "He wrote to his father over and over again. It would be fine if his ideas were sound. Not only would his father not be angry, but he would be very happy to reward him. But all his letters were just those of a scholar. The words seem to be full of truth, but they are simply unrealistic. It would be fine if it happened once or twice, but he did it countless times. Even his father's generosity gradually became unbearable for him. The reason for this He went home to study, but I just wanted him to go back and observe the people's sentiments down-to-earth, and stop making blind scholarly remarks."
This is why Lao Zhu really loves Jie Jin, so he will give him a chance. If it had been anyone else, Lao Zhu would have killed him without mercy.
Although Lao Zhu told Xie Jin that he treated him as a child, it did not mean that Xie Jin could say whatever he wanted in front of Lao Zhu unscrupulously. I didn’t realize that I was still half of Lao Zhu’s son. Did I say anything nonsense in front of Lao Zhu?
And Xie Jin not only wrote a letter denounced what he believed to be the shortcomings of the government, but if Lao Zhu didn't reply to him, he also ran to Lao Zhu and asked him face to face. Lao Zhu was unable to come to Taiwan many times, and it was a miracle that he was still alive.
Zhu Biao was also an emperor now, so he naturally had a deeper understanding of government affairs, and sighed: "The words of a scholar are indeed of little use to governing the country."
Then he looked at Han Du, "Then you recommend him now, is it because he has made huge changes at home in the past eight years?"
Han Du curled his lips and said: "In my opinion, he probably didn't understand the purpose of his father asking him to go back to study. He thinks very highly of himself, and he still thinks that his father cherishes his talent and only lets him go home. "
Zhu Biao was speechless. Jie Jin was obviously so smart, but why couldn't he figure it out on this matter? He also didn't want to think about how his father was so hungry for talent back then. How could he not reuse him if he didn't think of other reasons because of his great talent?
Hearing that Xie Jin had not changed at all, Zhu Biao suddenly became confused, "Then you are still willing to recommend him?"
Han Du smiled, "Your Majesty, Xie Jin is a complete rotten scholar. But it cannot be said that he has no talent. After all, his knowledge is still real."
"That's true." Zhu Biao nodded slightly, "Then what official position do you want to recommend him to?"
"Hanlin awaits the edict."
Zhu Biao thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "This is a good match for him, I agree."
Hanlin followed Zhu Biao when he was waiting for the imperial edict, doing some work in sorting out the memorial documents and even drafting the imperial edict. The more knowledgeable a person is, the better the edicts he writes will naturally be.
Two days later, Xie Jin received the imperial edict and he was promoted to Hanlin to await imperial edicts.
After solemnly thanking Han Du, Xie Jin put on his official uniform and went to work happily.
Han Du didn't take this to heart, and after Xie Jin left, he put the matter behind him.
Han Du occasionally went to the academy to see Xue Xiang and was slightly relieved to see that although he was old, his spirit was still strong.
On this day, Han Du took the time to come to Xinguo Duke's Mansion.
The reason why I came here was because Han Du suddenly felt that he hadn't seen Tang Ding for a while. And Tang Ding surprisingly didn't come to see him, so Han Du came here with doubts.
The moment he saw Han Du, the housekeeper of Tang Mansion burst into tears, bowed and said: "Greetings to the Marquis, the Marquis has not been here for a long time..."
Han Du glanced at him strangely, frowned and said, "Did something happen in the house?"
"No, no, thanks to the Marquis, everything is fine in the house."
Han Du nodded, "That's good. Is Brother Tang at home?"
"Yes, yes, Lord Marquis, please!" The butler nodded quickly and bowed to invite Han Du in. While taking Han Du to see Tang Ding, he gave instructions to the other servants.
Han Du came to the inner hall and saw a table full of wine and food in front of Tang Ding.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you already drunk this early in the morning?" Han Du said as he sat down on his own.
Tang Ding was already drunk by himself. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Han Du, then lowered his head and said with a smile: "You are here, just in time to drink with me. Go, get some more wine and food, I want Get drunk with Han Du and then rest." The latter sentence was said to the housekeeper.
The housekeeper nodded quickly and said with a hesitant smile: "Okay, little one, go ahead."
Seeing the housekeeper running out of the room in the blink of an eye, Han Du had no choice but to take back his words to stop him. He frowned and looked at Tang Ding and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so decadent?"
"Come, drink with me." Tang Ding didn't answer. He smiled bitterly and picked up a bottle of Immortal Drunk. Then he poured a full bowl for Han Du.
Han Du looked at the bowl of wine slowly in front of him without any fear. But looking at the state of Tang Ding, something is wrong!
Before Han Du could think about it, Tang Ding picked up the bowl with both hands, touched each other, and handed it to Han Du, "Drink!"
Han Du gave him a meaningful look and drank the soup from the bowl and the cauldron together.
Han Du is not afraid of drinking, but he needs to find out why Tang Ding behaves like this. Although Tang Ding didn't say anything at all, it didn't matter, wasn't he drinking? If you tell the truth after drinking, you won't be afraid that Tang Ding won't tell you when the time comes.
The two of them drank one bowl after another. After a while, Tang Ding's eyes became blurred.
