Song Li, the Minister of Works, was pushed and shoved by Zhu Gaoxu.

On the street outside the yamen, two carriages were tied aside.

Even after leaving the Ministry of Revenue, Zhu Gaoxu was still scared.

When I think of these two old men just now, I feel very scared.

Arrive next to the carriage.

Zhu Gaoxu sighed and looked at Song Li: "Sir, why bother quarrel with that Xia Weizhe? You don't know that he is just a little bit of a slight personality, so hot..."

Song Li glanced at Zhu Gaoxu.

The old man was still angry.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at it, shrank his head, let go of his hands, and took two steps back.

"Hmph!" Song Li's beard was about to stand up, and his eyes sank: "I know that the good tutors and the country know that I am not easy to meet! Xia Weizhe just relies on his ability to calculate the account of a few taels of silver and steal the position of Minister of Revenue for many years! This time, I will report to the northern tour and drag him down Xia Weizhe, such a mediocre official who is not as good as the old and sticks to the rules!"

It seemed like a situation that was endless.

Zhu Gaoxu was very immature.

I can't speak harshly, I can only persuade you with kind words: "Master, why bother? No matter what, Lord Xia said, I have been guarding the money bag for the court for many years. I have no credit, but I still have one credit."

When Song Li heard this, he became even more unhappy.

He glared and blew his beard: "What? Is it so great that he can be the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue? If he still knows himself today, he should resign from his post and return home. If I take on the responsibilities of the Ministry of Revenue, he will definitely not make the treasury tight every year!"

This is a battle of intentions. Zhu Gaoxu nodded repeatedly as if he was coaxing a child: "Yes, yes! Who is your elder? You can handle such complicated things just by creating in Peking. This matter between the Ministry of Revenue is just a matter of a simple task..."

Song Li looked over with a squinted look and hummed: "The country's wise eyes are judging, and the old minister admires it!"

Seeing Song Li, he really looked like an old child.

Zhu Gaoxu felt angry and happy, laughing and crying, and his face was filled with smiles: "Just now! The old man and I returned to the palace to eat some iced fruits together to relieve the fire. When you look back... When you look back, you won't send fruits to Xia Weizhe! You are old, don't be angry anymore..."

Song Li's face immediately showed an expression of approval. Looking at Zhu Gaoxu's gaze, he couldn't help but warm up.

He waved his hand: "The state supervising is also hard-working, so the old minister will not bother the state supervising. The Ministry of Works has just received the oral order from His Majesty, and the old minister has to go back and stare."

Zhu Gaoxu really didn't want to listen to Song Li's old man and was clamoring in his ears about the struggle between the old children.

When he saw Song Li, he first refused, and he refused.

However, there was still a bit of disgust on his face and he silently looked at the Ministry of Revenue on the side: "Sir... you are going to really go back to your own Ministry of Works..."

Song Li glared again: "I have read the books of sages for my whole life, and the two Jinshis written by the emperor himself are not worth talking nonsense!"

What a gentleman is particular about keeping trustworthy.

Seeing that Song Li was about to get angry again, Zhu Gaoxu hurriedly raised his hand: "Master, I have no intention of this. Since the Master has decided, I will go back to the palace first..."

After saying that, Zhu Gaoxu did not wait for Song Li to speak, raised his hand to signal, and then quickly turned around and crawled into his wide carriage.

The groom held the reins in both hands and gently slapped the carriage and rushed out in a flash.

Song Li still looked angry. He stared at the waist and turned around to wait for the tall office of the Ministry of Revenue. Finally, he shook his sleeves indignantly, looked ashamed and joined his carriage.

"Let's go! Go back to the yamen!"

In Yingtian City, all the ministries and yamen are south of the imperial city and on the east and west sides of Hongwu Gate.

The six tribes are located east of Hongwu Gate, lined up from north to south.

The leader is the clan mansion.

Going down, it is the official households, family ceremony and military yamen.

The Ministry of Works is in the southernmost part.

But Song Li's small carriage walked less than a hundred steps along the street in front of the Ministry of Revenue, then turned east and entered the alley between the Ministry of Revenue.

When we arrived at the middle of the lane, the carriage slowly stopped and stopped beside the side door of the residence department.

"Master, there is no one on both ends."

The old coachman of the Song family called in a low voice.

After a while, Song Li's eyes flashed, he stretched out his head from the carriage, looked forward, and then looked back along the carriage.

Seeing that there was indeed no one, he slowly walked off the carriage.

When he arrived at the door of the Ministry of Revenue, he didn't knock on the door.

The old man's legs were particularly neat. He raised his foot and kicked it gently, and the side door of the Ministry of Revenue was kicked open.

The figure of the old man quickly sank into the Ministry of Revenue.

...

Behind the side door of the Ministry of Revenue.

I saw Xia Yuanji, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, swaying his hand in his sleeve, holding his stomach, and a comfortable smile on his face, looking at Song Li, the Minister of the Ministry of Works, who was returning.

He didn't say anything, looked out the door, and then made an invitation to the side.

The two of them had a very tacit understanding and did not speak. They walked forward and not far along the wall, and there was a pavilion where the river had already prepared a heat-sinking heat.

The two old men followed each other and entered the pavilion.

A breeze blew, a hint of coolness, refreshing the heart.

"Where do we do this, is it a pity that we are too tyrannical to be too old?"

Song Li, who had just sat down, held the table in front of him in one hand, stuffed the fruits and vegetables that had been frozen in his mouth, and held the futon in the other hand, fanning the air and cooling it out, and a word popped out of his mouth in between.

Xia Yuanji silently glanced at the fake and serious Song Daben in front of him, took a sip of herbal tea, took out a dark green jade spy from his arms, and stuffed it into Song Li's hand that had just finished eating the melon.

"This is agreed, it's all right. If it's lost, it's nothing to me!"

Seeing the dark green jade spy who had been thinking about for many years, finally falling into his hands, Song Li raised his eyebrows.

He only heard him say, "A gentleman deceives him. I feel that the King of Han is a great gentleman! In the future, I will ask me to do this."

Seeing that Song Li, an old servant who was already full of children and grandchildren, looked frivolous, Xia Yuanji was so angry that he was so angry.

He hummed, tilted his head slightly, and refused to let himself look at the jade spy who had been playing with him for many years, and curled his lips: "If it weren't for the two million taels, which were too eye-catching, what did I say, I wouldn't have let you, a ignorant, take advantage of this loophole, and you actually want to have a next time?"

Song Li raised his head slightly, looked at Xia Yuanji with his eyes squinted, and carefully stuffed the Jade Spie into the place close to his arms. He then clapped his hands and said quietly: "It's just a broken stone. Look at your reluctant look... If you feel sorry for me, I'll just ask the grandson to turn around and supply you."

"This matter is not too much..." Xia Yuanji's words just popped out of his mouth and were swallowed into his stomach again.

He frowned, looked at Song Li who continued to eat and sighed helplessly.

Song Li changed his appearance and comforted him: "I wondered, how did you Xia Weizhe become the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue? If it really doesn't work, I will do it! If you pay a little attention, you will see through things. It will be a huge secret at this point..."

After saying that, he did not forget to throw a look of contempt at Xia Yuanji.

Boy Xia, you are three or five years younger than me, but you are not as powerful as me!

Study hard!

It's still a good young man!

...

A high-ranking official of the Ming Dynasty.

Xia Yuanji, the Minister of Revenue, who is in charge of one.

Now he is very autistic, full of depression, staring at Song Li, the Minister of Works, who is still eating ice melons in front of him.

That's a little baby that I've been dealing with for more than ten years!

You, the old man who had seen through it, was deceived by you!

Xia Yuanji raised his head slightly, silently without tears, and silently mourned himself.

Say.

A whirlpool sound came from my ears.

Xia Yuanji looked up in grief and angry.

I saw the old man Song Li holding the ice cow in one hand and stuffing it into his mouth, pushing a piece of ice cow in the other hand, and delivering it to him.

He is actually in the mood to eat melons!

How could he do this!

Xia Yuanji became more and more sad and angry, his face turned blue and white, and he pointed at Song Li: "I am a liar who is not practicing, I will return it to my jade spy!"

Song Li shrank his hand and the last bite of melon in his hand was stuffed into his mouth.

With a snap, the melon that had just pushed into Xia Yuanji also lay flat on the table.

"The saint said that it is hard to collect the water, and the road is already in a boat. It is said that the married daughter will splash out the water. The things were stuffed into my husband's hands just now. How could there be a reason to take them back? It was not done by a gentleman, Weizhe!"

Song Li slapped the table, shook his head, and felt regretful that he would not be able to make a strong man.

Xia Yuanji's forehead was full of veins.

The saint said this again?
To be continued...