At the same time, Qinzhou, the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In the study, Liu Yuzhi was sorting out official documents, unfolding the scrolls of bamboo slips, reading them, and then tying them into categories. He seemed very busy.
He was working at his desk. Not long after, Jiang Yi, the young master's order, came in, bowed his hands and said, "The Prime Minister called me?"
"Ah, Mr. Jiang is here." Liu Yuzhi put down the bamboo slips in his hand, picked up a letter and handed it to him: "This is from the king, please read it."
"Yes." Jiang Yi took it respectfully, and after looking at it carefully, he quickly said: "Don't worry, Prime Minister, I will take care of it immediately."
Liu Yuzhi nodded, looked at him and said, "After entering the palace, pay attention to your attitude."
"I understand, Prime Minister, I can rest assured." Jiang Yi saluted and retreated.
In this letter, Xiao Yuan explained two things. The first was to obtain the emperor's imperial decree and commend Yan Zheng and others. The second was to order the Ministry of Personnel to immediately recommend officials to take up their posts in Anyang.
That afternoon, Qin Palace.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty the Young Master, Jiang Yi. Long live our Emperor."
Jiang Yi knelt down and saluted. Shang Rui was above him and forced himself to smile: "Master Jiang, I don't want to be polite. I don't know why I'm asking to see you today."
Of course he didn't want to meet Qin officials, but he had no choice.
After finishing the formal etiquette, Jiang Yi stood up and said straight to the point: "Your Majesty, this time the ghost tribe invaded, the Central Plains was shaken. Although the Allied forces were at the end and put an end to the war, the war was fierce during this period and many outstanding generals shed their blood. On the battlefield, especially Yan Zheng's troops, in order to resist the ghost army and protect the people behind them, all five thousand soldiers in the army, including the general, died in the battle at the South Pass. Your Majesty cannot ignore the heroic sacrifice."
"Yan Zheng?" Shang Rui's face showed confusion: "Who is he?"
"An infantry captain." Jiang Yi said.
"Then Mr. Jiang wants to say..."
"Your Majesty, please issue an edict to announce to the world that Yan Zheng be conferred the title of Lieutenant Marquis and commend all the soldiers in his department."
Shang Rui didn't react for a while. He thought he was some kind of general, so he couldn't help but said: "Just a small infantry colonel should be granted the title of marquis. Mr. Jiang, is this..."
"As the saying goes, heroes do not care about their origins. Although Yan Zheng was of lower military rank, his heroic sacrifice saved the lives of millions of people. In the war to expel foreign enemies, there is no doubt about his merits. Please tell me, Your Majesty."
"This..." Shang Rui was still a little hesitant. The title of marquis was not random, and it was impossible for him to issue an order at will just because of Jiang Yi's words.
Seeing this, Jiang Yi said expressionlessly: "This is my king's wish, please give me your permission."
"Ah? Yes, is this what King Qin means?" Shang Rui asked subconsciously.
"Yes." Jiang Yi's words were concise and concise, and he looked respectful on the surface, but in fact, he did not regard him as the emperor. The only master in his heart was Xiao Yuan.
When Shang Rui heard this, he forced a smile and said: "Since it is the King of Qin who requested the order, there must be a reason for it. I, I will give the order."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Yi bowed down again seriously.
Of course there will be no twists and turns in things here. On the other side, there are officials and officials.
Li Zhengfang has also received the news and is considering the appointment of officials.
Anyang is somewhat special. First, it does not belong to the Huan State, but it is equivalent to being within the Huan State. Second, it is a border county.
Therefore, in the eyes of Qin officials, it is not a good thing to take office there.
Moreover, Xiao Yuan's letter did not clearly indicate which official should be designated as county governor, but only requested the recommendation from the Ministry of Personnel.
Judging from the political situation of the Qin State, the Prime Minister's Office, the Censor's Office, the Four Ministries and Three Divisions are all central institutions. Li Zhengfang's power is not small, and his recommendation will also play a certain role.
But even if he recommends a certain county magistrate to be promoted to Anyang County Sheriff, it is estimated that the county magistrate will not be grateful to him, but will think that he is walking on a shoestring.
Because of Anyang's location, this was also the reason for his hesitation.
Li Zhengfang is a man who likes to weigh the pros and cons. However, at this time, Yang Qing'an, an official and servant of his subordinate, handed over his hand and said: "Sir, the post of Anyang County Governor is different from that of other counties. If it is not handled well, not only will the king be blamed, but I'm afraid It will also arouse some people’s suspicion.”
Understanding what he meant, Li Zhengfang had many political enemies. He glanced at him and said, "What do you think?"
"If you have the opportunity, I dare to ask you to recommend me." Yang Qing'an said directly. His current official position is the fourth rank, and the chief of a county is the third rank. If he is really appointed, it seems that he has been promoted. In fact, this is not the case, because the Ministry of Personnel is a central agency and Yang Qing'an is also a real official in the capital, so the prospects are very good.
But now, he took the initiative to ask to go to Anyang, a border county. When Li Zhengfang heard this, he thought there was something wrong with his ears, widened his eyes and said, "What did you say?"
"I wonder if I have the opportunity to be appointed as the governor of Anyang County. If so, I hope you can recommend me to your Majesty." Yang Qing'an repeated.
"This!" Li Zhengfang heard it clearly this time, but he became anxious. Rather than saying that Yang Qing'an was his subordinate officer, in fact, there was some kind of teacher-student friendship between the two of them.
In his opinion, Yang Qing'an's future was good, and there was no need to go to Anyang at all, so he said earnestly: "Qing'an, you have good political achievements, and you are from a noble family, and the king has mentioned you by name before. Pay more attention to it. If you are an official in the capital, your prospects are better than in the local area. And do you know the problem in Anyang?"
Yang Qing'an said: "Your Majesty understands that Anyang is located in the Huan territory and is the gateway for the invasion of the ghost clan. The military and administration are complicated. But even so, the king has to choose a county governor and must take over this place. This shows that in the king's heart, Anyang is very important."
Li Zhengfang shook his head: "Qing'an, I know you have the courage to do your job, but this matter is not trivial. Once you go to Anyang, the future is uncertain and may be full of crises."
"What the Lord has said has been taken into account by the lower officials, but in my opinion, these are not as important as the good governance of Anyang." Yang Qing'an insisted that the reason for this was his own vision and opinions.
"This." Li Zhengfang's face was still worried, and then he shook his head: "It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate."
"My lord, please grant me your permission." Yang Qing'an continued to request.
He kept doing this, and Li Zhengfang looked at him strangely: "Are you really going to Anyang on your own initiative?"
"Yes." Yang Qing'an answered simply.
Seeing that he was so insistent, Li Zhengfang thought about it and said helplessly: "Okay, but I can only make recommendations here. I have no right to appoint the county governor. This matter still depends on the king."
"Thank you, sir." Yang Qing'an bowed his hands and bowed deeply.
Li Zhengfang looked at him and shook his head again, smiling bitterly.
