When Jingtian saw this, he shook his head inwardly.
However, she was also a well-educated person and seemed not to notice.
"Zi Bian," Wu Wenbo clinked the wine glass in his hand with Jingdong, "I would like you to take care of these three untalented dogs and let them go to Zhaojiazhuang Academy to study."
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Wu Wenbo bit the bullet and said to Jingdong.
After hearing this, Jingdong suddenly woke up from the drunkenness.
"This, this." There was a look of embarrassment on his face. If the other party sent a son over, he would directly agree without any hesitation.
Upon hearing this, everyone in Wu Wenbo's family turned pale and gloomy, as if they could drip water.
However, this family is a well-educated person and they quickly covered it up.
Although the family concealed it very well, they could not escape the eyes of Mr. Jingtian.
She glanced at Wu Yang, and her aging face made her really heartbroken.
Wu Yang is almost ten years younger than Jingtian, but she lost her mother when she was young, and her father married a stepmother, so she felt lonely.
Wu Yang, who was ten years older than her, took great care of her and treated her with maternal love.
Thinking of this, Jingtian nodded: "Cousin, the official is drunk and very confused. I agree on his behalf."
"Thank you, cousin." Mrs. Wu Yang originally thought that there was no way out, but she didn't expect that there would be a bright future in another village.
Thinking of this, she looked at her three sons, her eyes became moist and tears almost flowed out.
But after hearing this, Jingdong became ugly, but he quickly covered it up.
I'm obviously sober, why do you say I'm drunk?
Madam, have you ever considered that your cousin-in-law has one son instead of three? Madam, have you ever considered?
Thinking of this, he looked at Mr. Jingtian, his eyes even showed pleading, hoping that he would take it back.
Mr. Jingtian didn't seem to notice, he continued to laugh and feast, looking extremely happy.
Naturally, the Jingtian family also had their own plans, which was to pin their hopes on their daughter.
As long as her daughter becomes the little saint's concubine, not to mention ten, even thirty can be solved.
What's more, her cousin was so kind to her when she was young, and she must repay her kindness.
When Wu Wenbo and his family got the ideal answer, they were grateful and then left.
Jingdong smelled of alcohol and finally sent Wu Wenbo and his family away.
He pulled Jingtian to the bedroom, his eyebrows furrowed and his face gloomy.
Seeing Jingdong circling around the coffee table, Jingtian couldn't help but asked: "My lord, if you have something to say, you might as well just tell me."
"Madam, it's extremely difficult to agree to one cousin's husband, so why agree to three?" Jingdong finally stopped and couldn't help complaining.
Jingtian was furious and frowned a few times, but it quickly disappeared.
She bowed her head and begged endlessly: "My lord, you know that my family lost their mother when I was young. My cousin was very good to my family and made me feel the joy of having a mother. My lord, you have to think of a perfect solution this time." , let my cousin’s three sons enter Zhaojiazhuang Academy.”
"Madam, I know my intention to repay my kindness." Jingdong looked bitter and embarrassed, "Zhaojiazhuang promised people from the Ministry of Personnel, and did not consider people from other departments such as the Ministry of Rites."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone outside suddenly shouted: "Yin Zichang (Yin Jiu), the Yin of the capital, wants to see you."
When Jingdong heard this, he couldn't help but trembled. His face was pale and almost bloodless.
The prefect of the capital is a fourth-grade official, one level higher than the prefects of other places.
He does it now, so he doesn't have to think about it.
To agree or not to agree? If he agrees, the other party will definitely put his children and grandchildren in.
If you don't agree, this is a senior official from the fourth rank, so you will offend me if you do it.
Although he is a court official now, there are some matters that he cannot leave the capital, such as purchasing a residence and maintaining security.
Jingdong's eyes turned sharply, his body turned sharply, and his mind whirled. There was nothing he could do for a moment.
"Zou Zimeng (Zou Meng), the Minister of Household Affairs, asks to see Jing Zibian." Jingdong hadn't thought of a way to deal with it, but he heard someone shouting again.
Hearing this, Jingdong trembled all over.
Didn't you look at the auspicious days of the zodiac? Or why do people come to see you after these appointments have been made?
Thinking of this, he picked up the tea cup and forgot to drink tea.
Just as he finished speaking, someone outside shouted: "Huang Ziyi (Huang Jun), the Minister of Punishment, wants to see Jing Zibian."
With a bang, the tea cup in his hand dropped to the ground.
"Chen Zi, the Minister of War, came out (Chen Jie) to ask for an audience." Not long after the sound of the teacup falling, someone shouted again outside.
Jingdong's eyes showed fear, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.
These people were at least officials with real power from the fourth rank or above, far beyond what he, a junior official from the sixth rank, could afford to offend.
This was not over yet, someone outside shouted: "The Privy Council has ordered Zhou Yuanwu (Zhou Changwen) to ask for an audience."
People from the six departments came to the five departments, but they didn't expect people from the Privy Council to come as well.
Hearing this, Jingdong suddenly started to sweat on his forehead.
"Wu Ziren (Wu Yizi), the censor of the Yushitai, came to ask for an audience." Someone outside shouted again, and it was not an ordinary official, but a censor who specialized in supervising hundreds of officials.
When he heard this person shouting, cold sweat broke out not only on Jingdong's forehead, but also on his back.
This was not over yet, someone outside shouted again: "Qian Chengye (zi Qian Zhi) from Zhongshushe came to see me."
"The Prime Minister of Taipu Temple..."
"The Prime Minister of Taichang Temple..."
"The door is open to the left..."
"Secretary, Provincial Secretary, Young Supervisor..."
"The young prisoner in the provincial palace in the palace..."
"The young eunuch of Sinong Temple..."
"Young Prisoner of Honglu Temple..."
"The Young Supervisor of the Young Mansion..."
...
Hearing this, Jingdong couldn't sit still anymore and immediately sat down on the ground.
All of these people have a good background, and there are officials from almost all departments of the imperial court.
Jingdong never expected why the court officials would come to him now.
While holding the chair, he supported his right thigh and finally got up from the ground.
Jingdong's eyes turned sharply, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a reason.
He blushed when he saw Mr. Jingtian sitting calmly on another chair.
At this time, the maid had picked up his tea cup from the ground, rinsed it clean, and made another cup of tea.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"Madam, what's going on?" He couldn't help but ask when he thought that almost all the people from the three provinces and six departments were here.
Mr. Jingtian thought for a while, rolled his eyes a few times, and then said slowly: "Someone may have accidentally leaked the secret, or maybe someone has a grudge against you and deliberately leaked the secret."
"Official life is indeed difficult. I have told the officials that this is an internal matter of the officials and they should keep it secret. I never expected that these people would reveal these confidential matters." Jingdong couldn't help but He stood up from his seat and walked around the desk, talking to himself, his face so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.
Outside Jingdong's apartment, everyone was angry.
Yin Yinjiu, Jingzhao Yinfu, is fifty-five years old and has a small amount of white hair on his head.
However, he has a slender figure and face, a thin appearance, and a tall nose, which makes him quite elegant.
He was followed by several followers, carrying bundles of cloth.
Zou Meng, the Minister of Household Affairs, is about the same age, but he has a broad face, a straight nose and a square mouth, so he is quite handsome.
There were also several followers behind him, not the same gifts, but holding the Drunk Spring Breeze tea made by Zhaojiazhuang.
The two of them greeted each other with anxious expressions on their faces.
"Child, the officials have gone too far this time and even eat alone." Zou Mengtie said angrily with a livid face.
Yin Jiu nodded, his face gloomy as if it could drip water: "It's really shameful for the officials to decide the list of their children in private, but they don't take your household department seriously."
"There is only the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of War." At this time, Chen Jie, the minister of the Ministry of War, also got off his horse and said angrily.
Chen Jie is about fifty, not tall, with fair skin and a face as sharp as a razor. His long beard has turned white and has a few wrinkles.
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice came over. It was Zhou Changwen, who was ordered by the Privy Council: "There is also the Privy Council."
Zhou Changwen is about forty-seven years old, with a thin build, a high nose, but not much flesh on his face.
There were also several followers behind them, but there was no cloth in their hands, but two bottles of fine wine or sweaters from Zhaojiazhuang.
The two didn't go out together originally, they met halfway.
"There is also Zhongshu Province." The speaker was Qian Zhi, a member of Zhongshu Sheng.
Qian Zhi is about fifty, slightly fat, with a broad face and a smiling face, making him look smooth.
Behind him was a follower, carrying two big fish in his hands, weighing about two kilograms.
"And I am the Censor." The person who spoke was none other than the Supervising Censor Wu Yi.
Wu Yi is also about fifty, and he is the thinnest among them, as tall as a bamboo pole.
Wu Yi was not as heroic as them. Not only was he alone, but he also only carried a piece of cheap meat in his hand, which weighed about a kilogram.
When the other six people saw it, the gift was too light.
But they are all veterans of officialdom, so naturally they won't say anything.
"I am the poorest and the lowest in rank. It is good to have a piece of cheap meat." Wu Yi smiled awkwardly and raised the piece of cheap meat in his hand.
The six people saluted one after another and praised him endlessly: "Zi Ren Qing Liu, Zi Ren Qing Liu."
"We are both pure and clean." Wu Yi was humble and complimented each other.
The seven people greeted each other, and Chen Jie glanced at Jingdong's apartment coldly: "The shelf next to this Jingzi is quite big, and the door hasn't been opened for a long time."
"The officials want to cover the sky with one hand. Let's see if our punishment department agrees?" Then another voice came. It turned out to be Huang Jun, the deputy minister of the punishment department.
The seven people looked at each other and couldn't help but be overjoyed, especially Zou Meng laughed loudly: "If the officials want to eat alone, then the punishment department will torture the servants to see if they dare to spit it out."
Huang Jun was not to be outdone and laughed loudly: "The officials want to eat alone, but your household will not give them copper coins and let them drink from the northwest wind."
Zou Meng looked at Chen Jie and Zhou Changwen with a smile on his face, and then said, "If it weren't for the Privy Council and the Ministry of War, the Hu people would have already called. How could they still have their officials here drinking and shouting."
"If the officials really want to eat alone, the Ministry of Education will not draft an imperial edict for him in the future. Let's see how the official orders are issued." Zhou Changwen glanced at Qian Zhi and was extremely happy.
"The key to the imperial edict lies in the officials and the court." Qian Zhi rolled his eyes, shook his head, and bowed his hands to Wu Yi, "If the officials want to eat alone, Ziren can just do it."
The seven people looked at each other and laughed at each other.
Later, when people from Taichang Temple and other departments came over, they also complimented each other.
They did not hide their voices and spoke so that they could be heard clearly inside.
Their purpose was actually to put pressure on Jingdong.
When Jingdong heard this, he trembled all over and dropped the tea cup in his hand to the ground again.
What he is facing now is not a certain department, but almost all departments of the imperial court.
If he offends one department, he can barely cope with it, but if he offends all the departments, he has only one way out, which is to resign and return home.
