So Feng Quli began to write a memorial.
Feng Quli felt miserable under the lamp.
I have only been in the position of prime minister for a few days, and my butt is not even hot, so I am about to be kicked out?
How will the history books of future generations be written? Attempted to become prime minister?
It's really embarrassing.
Feng Quli sighed, a little at a loss.
When he wrote poems in the past, he was eloquent and wrote tens of thousands of words, but today, Feng Quili felt powerless.
This memorial is really difficult to write.
You should write your reasons so high-sounding that the emperor cannot refuse, and you should not reveal your scandals, lest you leave evidence that will be recorded by historians and be infamy for thousands of years.
In addition, you must express your repentance to the emperor, lest the emperor does not forgive you.
This writing is really difficult.
Just when Feng Quli was racking his brains, a young eunuch came in with an oil lamp and said to Feng Quli: "Sir, please light an oil lamp to make it brighter."
Feng Quli pointed to the electric light above his head: "Now that there are electric lights in the palace, why do you still give me this thing?"
The young eunuch said: "Lighting the oil lamp will make you feel something."
Feng Quli thought about it and felt that this was not unreasonable.
When you write a poem at home, don’t you always use an oil lamp to write it?
After all, electric lights are currently installed in only a few places such as the Imperial Palace, Shangjun Courtyard, and Li Xin Mansion.
Other ministers felt that installing electric lights would mean they were complicit in banishing immortals, so they refused to install them.
Of course, there are still some people who are reluctant to bear the electricity bill.
So Feng Quli turned off the light and lit the oil lamp.
The dim light did not bring inspiration to Feng Queli, and he still could not write. Instead, I felt a little drowsy.
The young eunuch reminded Feng Quili: "My lord, you can't sleep. His Majesty won't be able to see your memorial tomorrow, so he might be angry."
Feng Quli suddenly became energetic.
However, what can you do if you are energetic? I racked my brains and couldn’t write it down.
Suddenly, he looked at the little eunuch beside him with some confusion: "Who are you?"
The young eunuch laughed dryly: "The villain is Xiao Yi."
Feng Quili said doubtfully: "Xiao Yi, this name sounds familiar."
Xiao Yi said: "The villain was once Ji Ming's best friend, and he was the only one who escaped from the demonic capture of the banished immortal."
Feng Quili suddenly realized it and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I remember that there is a person like you."
He said to Xiao Yi: "I remembered you. In the past, you once sent letters to the palace. If it weren't for you, how could I have written that note and let Feng Jia squander all my family property?"
Xiao Yi coughed dryly and said to Feng Quili: "Sir, you are wrongly blaming the villain. The villain is just eager to help. How could you know that Feng Jia would do this?"
Fortunately, although Feng Quili was unlucky, he was not unlucky enough to lose his mind.
He nodded and said: "Yes, yes. I can't blame you for this. I can't blame you."
"But what are you doing here today?"
Xiao Yi said: "The villain and the adult are old acquaintances. When I see the adult with such a sad face, I can't help but feel sympathy, so I want to enlighten you with a few words."
Feng Quli suddenly felt warm in his heart.
Giving help in times of need is the best gift.
Xiao Yi, on the other hand, is an expert in providing help in times of need.
For a second, Feng Quli wanted to make Xiao Yi his confidant.
But this feeling only lasted for a second, and Feng Quli quickly came back to his senses.
He sighed quietly, and then slowly shook his head.
Xiao Yi is just a eunuch, and he is a royal censor. There is a huge difference in status between the two. There is no need to mention the so-called confidants.
Xiao Yi seemed to have seen through Feng Quli's thoughts.
He smiled slightly and said to Feng Quili, "Do you think, my lord, that this slave is not worthy of being associated with your lord?"
Feng Quili said nothing.
Xiao Yi said: "Sir, how long can I actually hold the position of imperial censor? Even if I am lucky enough to finish writing this memorial, aren't you going to retire and return to your hometown?"
"Other people can still be rich when they retire and return to their hometowns, but what about your Excellency? Your Excellency has nothing."
Feng Quli fell silent.
He suddenly realized that his financial resources were probably not as good as those of Xiao Yi.
In terms of status, Xiao Yi is indeed just a eunuch, a lowly eunuch who cannot be more lowly, but I am afraid that I really do not have the capital to look down on him.
So Feng Quli laughed dryly and said: "I was thinking about something just now, and I felt a little melancholy in my heart. Don't get me wrong. I have always regarded you as a friend."
Xiao Yi looked happy and said to Feng Quili, "Sir, do you really think of me as a friend?"
Feng Quili nodded and said, "Of course I treat you as a friend."
Xiao Yi said with a smile: "Since we are friends, I won't beat around the bush."
Feng Quli looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.
Xiao Yi rubbed his hands and said to Feng Quili: "Actually, I have already thought of a way for you, which may be useful to you."
Feng Quili was surprised and happy, and asked: "What is the solution?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi changed the topic and said very sadly: "But... I lost money in gambling before, and now many people are chasing me for debts. I..."
Feng Quli: "..."
He touched his body and found only a few ingots of gold left.
All of Feng Quli's property belonged to Wang Wu. These few ingots of gold are the recent profits of Yushi Dafu Garment Factory.
Now the garment factory has just started to prosper, and the capital flow is very tight. If it is given to Xiao B, it is very likely that it will fall short.
Feng Quili is now a pauper, and he will probably rely on this garment factory for the rest of his life.
If the garment factory closes down, hanging may be the only option left.
So... Feng Quli was a little reluctant to part with him.
Xiaodu saw Feng Quili's reluctance to give up.
He coughed dryly and said to Feng Quili: "My lord has misunderstood. In fact, the villain is not asking for money."
Feng Quli breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Yi said: "Although if you fail to pay your debt, you will be beaten, scolded, and humiliated by the creditor, but the villain must not ask for the adult's money."
"Even if the villain and the adult are friends."
Feng Quli was a little speechless.
Xiao Yi suddenly came over and whispered: "Why don't you give me some dick after the adults go out? It doesn't take much, just do it once."
Feng Quli thought about it and nodded in agreement.
Xiao Yi took out a pen and paper again and asked Feng Quli to write an explanation.
Feng Quli: "..."
He suddenly had the feeling that he was a swordsman and I was a fish.
However, 10% of the shares were not worth much anyway, so Feng Quli wrote it.
After Feng Quli finished writing, Xiao Yi smiled happily, put it away with great care, and then said to Feng Quli: "I have learned that I have found a memorial template for you. Please do not copy it. , but you can refer to it.”
Feng Quili looked surprised: "Return the memorial to the template?"
Xiao Yi said with a smile: "Of course there is."
Then, he spread a memorial on Feng Queli's table.
Feng Quli took a look and found that the memorial was written in a sophisticated and sophisticated way.
First of all, he said that he was old and frail and could not bear the big responsibility. He wanted to abdicate in favor of talents and let young people come up to experience and give them a chance. However, he had to live out his old age. I hoped that Your Majesty would have mercy.
Immediately afterwards, he said that he had made many mistakes during his tenure. Every time he thought about it, he was sweating and couldn't sleep at night. Now that I'm back in my hometown, I can think about my mistakes and repent.
This memorial revealed a sense of apology, but outsiders could not understand it.
There is an intention to pray for His Majesty's life, but it does not appear to be embarrassing.
Feng Quili nodded with satisfaction and said to Xiao Yi: "This memorial is well written. This memorial is written very cleverly. I didn't expect you to have such talent. I think you can also compete for the Immortal Literature Award. .”
Xiao Yi laughed dryly and said: "How can a villain have such literary talent? This memorial was written by the former Prime Minister Wang Wan."
"After His Majesty read the memorial, Long Yan was delighted and let him go home on the spot."
Feng Quli: "...Okay, that's it."
With Wang Wan's template, Feng Quli's memorial could be written quickly. At dawn, Feng Quili's memorial had been written and handed over to Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi is now a one-stop service and promises to help Feng Quli deliver the memorial to His Majesty, and will also say good things in front of His Majesty.
Soon, His Majesty's reply came back.
Just one word: Yes.
After Feng Quli got this word, he relaxed completely.
There is a kind of relaxation that feels like your whole body is being hollowed out.
So, he packed his bags and prepared to leave the court.
Now the investigation of black coal mines has come to an end. The interrogation of Feng Jia and Feng Xiaojia has basically been completed.
Feng Quili saved his life from Ying Zheng, but among the people, his reputation was terrible.
In the past, there were official battles with banished immortals, but if they lost, they lost.
There has never been a person like Feng Quili who wrote a poem about innocence today and a poem about catching a thief tomorrow.
He dressed himself up to be extremely noble, but when the truth came out, he was slapped in the face.
At first, there were still a handful of people who believed in Feng Quili, but after being slapped in the face so many times, no one believed him anymore.
And this has also directly affected the sales of Yushi Dafu brand clothes.
Someone from the garment factory called.
Feng Quili thought about it and realized that he was no longer a censor, so it was not appropriate to use this brand again.
He thought for a long time and said to the people in the garment factory: "I am extremely unlucky now. The so-called "No Ji" will come in time, and "No Ji" will come in peace. Why don't these clothes be called "No Ji".
The people in the garment factory are not very educated. After hearing this name, they subconsciously agree.
But these two words were heard by Xiao Yi, and he quickly stopped.
Feng Quli looked at Xiao Yi and said with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
Xiao Yi said: "My lord, your current state of mind has been affected by the people above the court. You know, the word "no" is not appropriate, it is too sad, and it is too unlucky."
Feng Quili said: "Is there any?"
Xiao Yi said: "Yes. In my humble opinion, this dress might as well be called Tai Lai. It is an auspicious word and also contains good wishes. Perhaps because of the word Tai Lai, can the adult really be able to turn things around and turn things around? "
Feng Laili thought for a while, then slapped his thigh: "Okay, okay. I really want to be able to do it in peace."
He said to Xiao Yi with satisfaction: "Unexpectedly, you are still one of my blessed generals. Thank you, thank you very much."
Xiao Yi said with a smile: "Sir, there is no need to thank me. After all, I am also one of the major shareholders."
Feng Quli was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had already given 10% of his shares to Xiao Yi.
However, this is nothing. Xiao Yi has money, connections, and is quite smart.
Maybe this 10% dry stock can bring huge returns.
So, Tailai Garment Factory was decided.
Xiao Yi said to Feng Quli: "In addition, I have a message for you. The investigation of the black coal mine is basically over, and everyone can go out."
Feng Quili hummed: "Okay, okay."
This is indeed good news for Feng Quli.
After all, everyone knew that he had lost his position as prime minister.
He has become a laughing stock among the courtiers, but because of the investigation into the black coal mine, no one can leave the palace.
So, I can only look up and not look down, which is very embarrassing.
Now he's fine, he can go out now. After he goes out, Feng Quli can stay away from the aristocratic circle and concentrate on running his own business.
Thanks to the banishment of immortals, you can now get ahead as a businessman.
For a moment, Feng Quli had mixed feelings.
The next day, the investigation of the black coal mine officially ended.
The officials were like birds in a cage, flying out with uneasiness.
No one has any bad intentions, all he thinks about is his concubine at home.
They hurried home and bought some nourishing things when they passed by the Banished Immortal Shop.
And those who have done something wrong will become very nervous.
They didn't know what was coming to them next.
Are there any results from the investigation into the black coal mine? Did you check yourself out?
Probably not? It should be impossible to find so many coal mines in such a short period of time.
Moreover, when I called, I had already told my family to take measures as soon as possible.
As a result, they discovered after returning home that this time it was a precise attack. All coal mines with problems, especially those involved with courtiers, were all dealt with in one fell swoop.
"It's over, it's over, decades of hard work, all in vain."
Some smart courtiers lit their oil lamps and began racking their brains to think about how to write a decent memorial to retire and return home.
As a result, before they finished writing their memorial, people from Shangjun Courtyard came.
For example, the Li Si family welcomed people from the Shangjun Courtyard.
As soon as these craftsmen entered the door, they said with a smile: "Congratulations, Prime Minister."
Li Si said with a straight face: "What Prime Minister?"
The craftsman said: "Now it has been spread throughout the world that your Excellency will be the prime minister soon."
Li Si wanted to laugh, but held it back: "Don't talk nonsense. What are you doing here?"
The craftsman said with a smile: "Well... please pay the phone bill."
Li Si was stunned: "What fee? Phone bill? Do you have to pay for talking? What's the point?"
