Zhu Wei fell.

When the emperor waved his hand, his face turned pale.

He stood up and saluted tremblingly, "Your Majesty..."

The emperor frowned and looked at him, then looked at Han Shitou.

Han Shitou came over and supported Zhu Wei, "Mr. Zhu, be careful!"

Zhu Wei didn't look at him, but looked up at the emperor, and then at Liang Jing who stepped forward to express his gratitude. What happened a while ago flashed through his mind.

The emperor ordered the medical officer to diagnose and treat him, and the Ministry of Etiquette said he was indispensable.

He was sincerely grateful and devoted himself to serving the emperor.

But in an instant, he fell from heaven to hell.

The medical officer’s diagnosis and treatment is just a pretext for the outside world to see.

Zhu Wei was in poor health, so I cared deeply about him and asked the medical officer to diagnose and treat him. The medical officer reported that Zhu Wei's condition was serious... I felt sorry for him, but I could only let him rest.

The emperor turned around in a circle and achieved his goal of driving him away.

Zhu Wei thought of Song Zhen and Luo Wen. The emperor showed his domineering and casual attitude to these two people... Get out!

The emperor drives away his important ministers as if he were driving away his domestic slaves.

Then there was a backlash. Song Zhen and Luo Wen went to work in northern Xinjiang one after another, which shocked the officialdom.

Yes!

Yes!

This is the reason why the emperor drove me away in a roundabout way.

Zhu Wei saluted, and under the complicated gazes of the important ministers, he tried his best to maintain his calmness and dignity, "Your Majesty, take care. Sir, please retire!"

He slowly took off his hat...The emperor did not ask for this, but Zhu Wei did it anyway.

Taking off your hat is a gesture of apology.

Zhu Wei glanced at the emperor again and turned away.

He walked calmly and walked out of the hall.

Immediately, his body relaxed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be much deeper.

A pair of old eyes were full of desolation.

He walked slowly. The chamberlain in front of him knew that he was probably in a gloomy mood, so he did not look back and walked very slowly.

After walking for a while, Zhu Wei looked back.

The palace is majestic, and the servants stand respectfully everywhere. Everyone seems to be integrated into the highest power center of the Tang Dynasty.

He just seemed out of place.

Returning to the Ministry of Rites, Zhu Wei began to pack his things.

"Shang Shu!"

Several officials came to see him.

"The news hasn't come yet?" Zhu Wei asked.

"What news?" someone asked.

"oh!"

Zhu Wei did not continue this topic.

He put away his things and looked up.

"That year, I entered the palace to take the exam. I was very confident and swore that I would be able to leap over the dragon gate. That day, I looked at the majestic palace and swore that sooner or later I would come in again with my head held high and my chest high, stand on the court, and assist the king.

, point the way to the country. I have done all this."

His eyes were bright, as if he had returned to his youth.

Outside the door, more than ten officials gathered at some unknown time.

They looked at Zhu Wei and felt that something was wrong with today's minister.

"That year, I became an official, and I only wanted to serve the king. I worked diligently, and I also worked hard to do things that were not my own. I thought that with such hard work, I would naturally achieve my goal."

Zhu Wei laughed at himself, "After that, I ran into obstacles everywhere. I worked hard and was ridiculed because I wanted to please the superior. My uprightness was regarded as an alien... I didn't get promoted, but I took the blame everywhere. I gradually realized that there are rules in this officialdom.

of."

What he said was common sense that everyone knew, so everyone looked complicated, obviously thinking of themselves who were ignorant at the beginning.

"I want to struggle, but this officialdom is like a big vat filled with disgusting sticky stuff. It sticks me firmly inside and I can't get out. I struggled several times and chose to compromise. From this,

My official career is going smoothly and smoothly."

Zhu Wei sighed, "Think carefully, what have I done in these years? Most of them have been making peace with each other, which is of no benefit to the country or the people. Occasionally, I will find my conscience and do something for the country and the people. But when doing these things, I quietly

I have to do it, but I don’t dare to make it public, as if... I’m worried that people will laugh at me.”

He looked at these officials and said, "I have a question at this moment. Why do you have to be secretive when doing things for the country and the people? But you can act openly and honestly just for your own benefit?!"

He put the bundle on his back and walked out slowly.

"Whoever finds the answer in the future, please let me know."

Only then did everyone wake up.

"Shang Shu, what are you..."

"I am getting old."

Zhu Wei returned home.

Then, Liang Jing came.

Accompanying him were the emperor's chamberlains.

The new Minister of Rites is in place, but he doesn't care much about the affairs of the Ministry of Rites.

Everyone understood that Liang Jing became the Minister of Rites just for promotion.

The next step is to enter the court and become prime minister.

This is a highlight moment in life.

Every day, people came to visit Liang Shangshu, treat him to drinks, and show their goodwill and support...

It's like flowers blooming on brocade and fire cooking oil.

But Zhu Wei fell.

Just as the emperor ordered him to become an official, he was in poor health.

In the autumn wind, a group of cavalry arrived outside Chang'an City.

At this time, Zhu Wei also asked his family to carry him into the carriage and drove him all the way outside the imperial city.

"Get off the bus!"

Zhu Wei was carried down.

The sergeant guarding the gate couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him, "How long has it been before Mr. Zhu has lost weight?"

Within ten days, Zhu Wei's beard and hair were all white, and the flesh on his cheeks was almost gone. His eye sockets were sunken and his cheekbones were high.

Zhu Wei was held up by his family and looked at the gate of the imperial city.

He gasped, "That's where I entered from. Today, I'm here again."

The eldest son cried, "Aye, go home!"

"No!" Zhu Wei shook his head, "I have been an official all my life, and at the end of my life, I have to give myself a break."

Officials from Shangya came one after another.

When they saw Zhu Wei, most of them had dark expressions.

There are also a very few people who look quite relaxed and comfortable.

It is always better to die of a Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist. It is always better to have one more high-ranking official die.

In this way, everyone can advance step by step!

"When Emperor Xuande was there, the Tang Dynasty was very powerful, but under Emperor Wu, it was still able to suppress all parties. At that time, Emperor Wu was a talented man who wanted to suppress the powerful clan, but in the end he failed."

"Aye!" Zhu Wei has a temperamental temperament and never wants to offend anyone, but what he said today was like poking the emperor's lungs.

"When a person is about to die, he will be extra awake. What I see at this moment is what happened after his death." Zhu Wei's eyes were strangely red, and his cheeks gradually turned red.

"Although I am in the Ministry of Rites, I have also seen that the situation in the world is changing. Food is the most important thing for the people, and land is for the tiller. This is the foundation of the world. But now, the annexation of land is getting more and more intense, and there are more and more refugees... This is

The woodpile, the woodpile getting higher and higher..."

"He's missing out!" an official exclaimed.
To be continued...