When Xia Wanchun was not here just now, Feng Ziyong had already analyzed at home that if Ma Mingyuan retired, who would take over the position of Chief Supervisor? Feng Ziyong thought about it for the only one who was himself and Tong Yangjia. As for Ma Jiyuan, Ma Jiyuan's policies were too conservative and were completely different from the radical emperor, so Ma Jiyuan would never recover this time.

Feng Ziyong had recovered from his initial shock at this time, and then took out his slow look and said, "The chief minister is the cabinet foreman, and some of you young people can decide. Everything must be followed by the emperor's imperial edict! As the cabinet master, I must obey the emperor's imperial edict. Even if Tong Yangjia becomes the chief minister, I must assist him with all my heart!"

Xia Wanchun has never been a grassroots official and is not familiar with the way these guys talk. Now, after Feng Ziyong says this, he thinks that Feng Ziyong really has no enterprising spirit. Isn’t the prince dangerous? Xia Wanchun quickly said, “Uncle, this is not OK! If the treacherous minister Tong Yangjia becomes the chief minister, then can the world be better? Please be sure to agree to the prince’s request!”

"Mysterious Nephew Cungu, let's do it today! I was very tired in the court in the morning. Let's talk about that later! Director, I'll take the guests for my father!" Feng Ziyong did not give Xia Wanchun a clear answer at all. He stood up and turned back to the back room, and asked Director Feng to take the guests away.

Seeing this, Xia Wanchun had no choice but to leave the gate of the Duke of Jin's Mansion dejectedly.

When Director Feng came back, he saw Feng Ziyong sitting in a chair and asked softly: "Father, why did he refuse Xia Wanchun? Isn't this a good opportunity to be the prime minister?"

Feng Ziyeng frowned and said, "Director, remember, there is nothing absolute in the officialdom, who doesn't want to be the chief minister? But you can't say too much, what if you can't take it back?"

"But my father, the prince has no father's support, what if he can't cooperate with his father?"

Feng Ziyong laughed: "Don't worry about this. Qian Yiai can analyze the situation in the court in the dynasty at all. We can still have this political level, we just need to prepare!"

After Feng Ziyong said that, he asked Director Feng: "Director, you have a lot of dates with Xia Wanchun. How do you think he is like?"

"Father, Xia Cungu is a straightforward person, but he is easy to break even after a long time! He still lacks tempering!"

Feng Ziyong nodded: "The director has a good vision. It seems that after this matter is over, Xia Wanchun should be given a training experience. He always stays in the East Palace and is unable to become a talent! And your elder brother Feng Run, who has been a county magistrate in Guangxi for eight years, is almost the same. When he becomes the chief minister of his father, he will be promoted to a higher level and become a prefect!"

Feng Run is the son of Feng Ziyong's eldest brother. Feng Ziyong's whole family died in Sichuan at the hands of bandits, only Feng Run escaped by Feng Ruoshu's side in Beijing. After arriving in Guangdong, Feng Run was always by Feng Ruoshu and did not serve in office. When Feng Ziyong was driven out of the cabinet and became the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, Feng Run became a county magistrate in Guangxi.

Feng Run originally thought that his uncle was the governor, so he was just a formality and could be transferred to Guangdong in a year or two. He knew that Feng Ziyong had forgotten him, and Feng Run stayed in the remote villages of Guangxi for eight years. It was not that Feng Ziyong didn't want to use his nephew, but Feng Run was full of the bad temper of a literati, and looked down on this and that, so Feng Ziyong threw Feng Run to the place for exercise.

After Feng Ziyong finished speaking, he asked again: "Director, are you familiar with Qian Yiai?"

"Father, my son is not familiar with him, but I heard that Qian Yiai was also a playboy in Guangzhou City back then, and he was everywhere in Huajie Liuxiang. I didn't expect that he was so powerful now!"

"Well, we old guys will die in the future. It depends on you young people in the future. This Qian Yiai is not simple. If you have time, go and make friends!"

The Feng father and son were talking about Qian Yiai, and Qian Yiai had just come out of Qu Shishi's home.

The conversation with Qu Shisi was very successful, and the reason was very simple. Qu Shisi also regretted the incident in the morning. If he had known that he would be so troubled, it would be better to let Ma Mingyuan go. Therefore, Qian Yiai mentioned that he had overcome this crisis with the Chu Party alliance first, and Qu Shisi immediately agreed to Qian Yiai's proposal.

Qu Shisi's guarantee is very important because the Donglin Party is in charge of the public opinion of the capital. Now the Censorate, Hanlin Academy, and Kedao Censor are all under the jurisdiction of Qu Shisi. At the same time, the Donglin Party occupies a large number of positions in these three places. Therefore, these shit-making sticks can help twice the result with half the effort.

Qian Yiai sighed relieved when he left the Qu Mansion, but Qu Shisi was simple here, and Tong Yangjia was the most difficult to convince. But Tong Yangjia was not allowed to go. This time the matter was very big, and the emperor had already made up his mind to deal with these arrogant cabinet ministers, so the only thing that could make the emperor surrender was internal and external troubles. Internal troubles were easy to solve, and public opinion was in the hands of the Donglin Party. Qu Shisi had agreed to join the gang just now, but this external troubles had to rely on Tong Yangjia.

Zhu Hongsan came from later generations and believed in the saying that power was derived from the gun, so he firmly grasped the army at the beginning of the establishment of the new army. The means to master an army were nothing more than financial power and human rights. Zhu Hongsan's large number of factories in Guangdong and Nanjing were to ensure financial resources. At the same time, the power of personnel appointment and removal of the new army, recruitment, training, transfer, and manufacturing and distribution of new recruits were all in the hands of the Military Affairs Office. Although there were also cabinet officials in charge of military affairs in the cabinet, they had completely become a soy sauce cabinet minister. The only use was to organize manpower to ensure the production of military factories.

Because of this, the empire's troops in the northeast, northwest, southwest, and southeast are all under the emperor's direct jurisdiction, and the cabinet cannot control it at all. Only Fujian is an exception, so if you want to put pressure on the emperor, you must deal with Tong Yangjia. Qian Yiai looked at the sky. It was almost dark now, but there was no choice but to tell the sedan chair owner to go to the Duke of Qi's mansion in Xicheng.

Qu Shisi's mansion is also in Xicheng, not too far from the Duke of Qi's mansion, so it was not completely dark when I got here.

Tong Yangjia's mansion was the residence of Prince Zheng of the Qing Dynasty, Jirgalang. Jirgalang was the second only to Dorgon's Shuwang at that time, and the residence was naturally magnificent. After Zhu Hongsan entered Beijing, he rewarded Dorgon's Prince Rui's mansion to Ma Mingyuan, and Prince Zheng's mansion to Tong Yangjia.

Qian Yiai came to the mansion. At this time, the servants of Tong's mansion had already started to hold lanterns. Eight red lanterns were hung at the door, which was so imposing. Eight lanterns were the prince's standards, and only twelve were hung in the palace. This was not because Tong Yangjia was trying to die, but because the emperor gave the four founding dukes, and the ceremonial guard was equivalent to the prince. Of course, this was just for the welfare of Ma Mingyuan, Feng Ziyong, Ma Jiyuan, and Tong Yangjia, and the other five generals and dukes did not.

Tong Yangjia had such authority in the court, so naturally all the servants in the mansion were arrogant and domineering. One servant saw a young literati coming to the mansion and looked up, and went up to scold, "You hang-necked scholar, do you know where this is? This is the Duke of Qi's mansion, is it where you came? Why don't you get out of here? Why don't you get out of here? The Jinyiwei who patrolled the streets will take you to the imperial prison later!"

The servant originally said that this scholar must have run away with his head after he said that the situation was different from what he thought, but the man came over with a paper fan.

Qian Yiai walked to the gate and said to the family: "You are a servant who is dependent on your power. Do you know who I am? Do you know what I am asking Mr. Tong to find Mr. Tong? Are you responsible for delaying Mr. Tong's major affairs?"

Qian Yiai's series of rhetorical questions puzzled the servant's question. He looked up and down at the young scholar, with a medium figure, wearing a white satin gown, a white turban, and a paper fan in his hand. It's late August autumn, and the temperature is very low after the sun sets. The young scholar is still fanning the fan with arty style. It's so cool.

As the gatekeeper of the Duke's Mansion, that guy also has some vision. He saw that this young man was not an ordinary person. He just called himself the official. Could it be an official who was good friends with Mr. Tong? But he was not a little older. Mr. Tong was over 60 years old and was about the same age as the officials he had with him. He must not be so young. In fact, Qian Yiai is already thirty years old this year, and he is in his thirties. However, Qian Yiai has the excellent genes of his parents and has good care of him on weekdays, so he looks like he was twenty-one or two years old.

The servant didn't know Qian Yiai's identity, but thought it would be better not to offend him, what if he was the elder's nephew or disciple?

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll go in and report it to you. May I ask your surname?"

"Just say my surname is Qian!"

The servant nodded, asked a few people around to look at the person, and then went in to report.

Qian Yiai took advantage of the opportunity of his servants going in to report and looked up at the gate of the Duke of Qi. It was so magnificent. The entire gate was nine feet high, with a vermilion primer, with sixty-four brass door nails on it, and two slightly smaller side doors on the left and right. There are eight pairs of door lintels on the door, and eight grade bluestone steps on the ground, rather than the sixth grade that a first-rank official should have.

The four Dukes' Mansions in Beijing are almost the same, but there are a or several Jinshi poles at the other three gates, which say "Jinshi" or "Born from the same Jinshi". Ma Mingyuan's awesome one is written as "The First in the Second A", but Tong Yangjia's doorstep is bare because Tong Yangjia is simply a scholar. He got the emperor's grace in Guangzhou and got a Juren. Tong Tuchang finished it, and he was not a scholar, but he just recognized the word.

Qian Yiai himself is a child prodigy. He passed the imperial examination at the age of twelve. If the emperor had not asked him to become an official early, he would have been able to pass the imperial examination. Qian Yiai's son Qian Qianyi was even more awesome. He was Tanhua back then, the third in the country. Although there was a lot of criticism about Qian Qianyi, Tanhua at that time, the country still recognized Qian Qianyi's education.
Chapter completed!