Recently, it has been known to everyone in the civil and military circles of the Yizhang Dynasty that Lin Pixiu, who usually filled his belly with oil and water, actually sought punishment on his own without any reason and was demoted several levels in a row, although many people who are experienced in officialdom have guessed what it means. , but still suspicious.
Although everyone in the court knew that Lin Pixiu had a lot of troubles, this fat man with an unattractive appearance was indeed very clever and well-informed. No matter how difficult the order was to build a bridge or pave the road, it would be a success if it were passed to Lin Pixiu. It can be done in less than a month, using a combination of kindness and power, such as cutting through bamboo with a long knife to clear the obstructions one by one, making the passage unimpeded. This is probably because of this. Although this fat man with a pockmarked face has a lot of oil and water on his hands, no one in the civil and military circles has ever cared about him. What's more, he is always kind to others, so although his reputation is not very good, it is still good. It's not bad, far from the level where everyone in the court gets it and resents it.
Therefore, this move really made many ministers who were officials in the court a little surprised. Many of them even secretly speculated and said that they might have touched the emperor's bad luck, causing this greedy official to be so frightened that he was willing to give this person away. The good job was given away.
Emperor Quan didn't say anything about Lin Pixiu's request to be demoted three levels in a row. He just said in front of all the civil and military officials that Lin Pixiu would be transferred out of Huixi, the capital, for the sake of self-punishment. For the time being, I will retain my original official rank and salary. If I become more strict with myself in the future, I will be transferred back to the capital again.
"I'd say you're a very lazy mother-in-law. Don't bring anything else with you except gold and silver. The west is desolate, how can we miss out on flowers and plants?" Huixi had just opened to the city for one day, and Lin Pixiu had already asked his servants to protect him. The courtyard was packing, but Mrs. Lin cherished things and tried to put the banana plant in the middle of the courtyard into the car tent, but Lin Pixiu Haotong scolded her.
Seeing that his wife was about to cry and her eyes were slightly red, Fatty Lin couldn't help but lose some of his anger. He came closer and sighed, "Madam, although I was the first to ask for a demotion, but since the Holy One has agreed, we will be demoted." Jing, asking for it is a quick word. If someone who is interested accidentally sees that there is a very eye-catching plantain in the car tent, it will not sound good no matter what if it is spread."
Mrs. Lin stroked the banana leaf with her hand and whispered softly, "Do you still remember that when I first became an official, there was a banana tree standing on our house. When spring goes and autumn comes, the leaves turn from yellow to green nearly twenty times. It's up to you. After crossing the threshold of the court, he was honored by officials one after another and reached such a prominent position."
"The banana leaves hold up the rain, as if to ensure good weather for my Lin family. I really can't bear to leave it here."
Fatty Lin took a look at the plantain tree, which didn't look good at all, and sighed deeply, "Well, there are also nursing staff here. Let them know and take care of it carefully. It's best not to get into trouble." .”
Although Mrs. Lin was reluctant to give up, she thought about it for a moment and felt that her husband-in-law was indeed right. She had no choice but to bow to the banana tree with tears in her eyes and go to the house to pack things alone.
In such a large courtyard, except for the messy sounds of servants packing up things above the building, Lin Pixiu was the only one left sitting under the plantains, with an indistinguishable expression.
"People have always said that bananas die in winter and come back to life in spring, but it doesn't matter if they die in spring."
The fat official muttered to himself.
"Then Lin Pixiu is really scared this time. I wonder how the Holy One will make a decision?" In the palace road, Chao Rongan received a secret envelope wrapped in red rice paper. After listening to the envoy's few words, he delivered it to the old man in front of him. It was rare that he felt a little uncomfortable. funny.
The old man had not eaten much in the past two days. It was probably because the weather was getting hotter and it was difficult to have an appetite for a while, so he looked much thinner than before. At this moment, he took the folding bag, glanced at it briefly and said, "Lin Pixiu was poor at home when he was young. Fortunately, During his study tour, he met his first wife, who happened to be a high-ranking official in the court, but had no children. This gave Fatty Lin a chance to enter the official career. Counting the days, it was already twenty years ago. How many years?"
"The Holy Spirit transferred him to Xijun this time to temper his temper and prevent him from being greedy in the future?" Chao Rongan blurted out and asked, then stepped back and saluted, "This subordinate is talking too much."
"It's not a big deal. His greed for money is really nothing compared to his ability," the old man said with a smile, and tore the secret ring into several pieces. "This time in the imperial city, it is probably that Lin Lin was really killed. Pi Xiu was so frightened that he was worried that the people would take his life because he was not pleased with his usual pursuit of wealth. However, they transferred him to the west as an official and still wanted to use his skills to contact Nangong Mountain. Fan, after all, if a country does not have a few Immortal Mountain Gates standing behind it, it will really suffer a lot."
Chao Rongan's face looked relieved at first, and then sad for a while.
"Don't worry, as long as I am in power, no aristocratic family will emerge in Yi Zhang. What's more, Nangong Mountain is not ordinary. Lin Pixiu wants to tie himself tightly to the Xian family. , think about it every few decades, there is absolutely no chance."
On the second day after the city opened, Lin Pixiu, who had been a first-rank official in the imperial court, left the city with only his wife and dozens of servants, as well as the remaining concubines and a dozen maids, along with a large number of items, including a jade vase that was hard to find. His calligraphy and paintings were placed together in the old house, and only three carriages left the capital.
When passing the city gate, Doctor Wu happened to be on duty. He saw a very fat face in the carriage tent. He already knew what was going on, so he walked unsteadily to the side of the carriage and bowed respectfully, " Mr. Lin, since it is still early in the day and you are in a hurry to leave the city, why don't you rest until three o'clock in the morning before leaving. It is not a short journey to Xijun. It is best to live well and be energetic."
Lin Pixiu opened the curtain and smiled kindly, "Your Majesty's golden words, we, as ministers, must abide by them. Besides, staying in the capital will only increase our reputation. If there is a chance to return to the imperial capital in the future, of course I will Stay a little longer, and besides, my reputation among the people is really not good. If I walk through the city in a swagger, I won’t get someone to stab me in the back, so I’d better leave the city as soon as possible."
Doctor Wu said happily, "Master Lin is humbled. He passed through many lands along the way and it was not peaceful. The people in the imperial city specifically asked me to lead two hundred soldiers to wait for you. There are these two hundred capable people on the road." The extraordinary elite soldiers can ensure that you will have no worries and arrive at Xijun safely."
Without Doctor Wu's greeting, a hundred strong men walked out of the city gate, wearing short armor, holding the long sword at their waist, and all called "Sir."
"The Holy One has good intentions, but the subordinates are panicked." I don't know if his clothes were too thick, Lin Pixiu was slightly sweaty, but he still got out of the car tent in person and kowtowed three times in the direction of the palace.
It means long live a thousand years.
Two hundred soldiers and dozens of servants slowly left the city.
