Chapter 235 Volume B gradually enters (first update, please vote for me!)

The Metropolitan Procuratorate has always been in the middle of the political whirlpool, jumping from one crest to another with almost no gaps. This is determined by its nature and cannot be changed.

As the right deputy censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Qiao Yingjia has naturally been aware of this for a long time, so he did not reveal the various criticisms and criticisms he faced in Feng Ziying.

The Criminal Department Tianlao is nominally under the control of the Criminal Department, but in fact the cases transferred to Dali Temple need to be transferred here as well as some of the criminals of Long Jinwei. Because of this, the relatively complex composition and huge scale make it difficult for those who do not know the situation. This place is kept secret, but in fact it is also the focus of competition and game among countless political forces.

The Duchangyuan won the victory in the storm of the Zhejiang salt administration last year. With one salt patrol and a administrative ambassador, and two of the prefectures, two of them will end up. As for other shrimp soldiers, there will be countless.

This can be regarded as the largest corruption case in the Zhou Dynasty spanning the past ten years between Emperor Yuanxi and Emperor Yonglong. The property seized and the number of people who needed to be distributed as slaves exceeded imagination.

This year, the Metropolitan Procuratorate turned its blade to the Ministry of Punishment again. They joined forces with the Criminal Division to launch an attack on the matter, and launched an operation against the prisons under the control of the Punishment Bureau.

This time it did not go so smoothly without the cooperation of Long Jinwei. Although some problems were listed, in front of veterans such as the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple and Long Jinwei, the Metropolitan Procuratorate could not really achieve much substance. The outcome of the battle was a tug-of-war.

Of course, this does not mean that the Metropolitan Procuratorate has collapsed. The Ministry of Punishment is not monolithic. There is still hope that some people will be dismissed to make room for their positions. Some of the Longjing Lieutenants also support cooperation with the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so there are still results. It's just not as high as imagined and expected, and it also faced backlash from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate also needs to consider the label of affecting the normal operation of the judicial system of Da Zhou.

"Well, you heard about it too?" Qi Yongtai was slightly surprised. This period should have been the most nervous time for Feng Ziying and others. Before they achieved the results of the Qiuwei Competition, no one had the time to think about anything else.

"Well, I've heard a little bit, it's just that there are all kinds of unspeakable things in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, but this doesn't seem to be new, right?" Feng Ziying heard this while drinking with Wei Ruolan, Han Qi and Liu Xianglian Wei Ruolan mentioned the storm in the Penal Department Prison.

Both sides are now in a difficult situation. The Procuratorate's side was not fully prepared and failed to kill with one blow, so it was a bit embarrassing.

 Fortunately, this was not an attack launched by Qiao Yingjia, but probably a battle led by another Zuo Fudu Yushi. Well, he was probably a little jealous of the great success that Qiao Yingjia and Yang He had in the two Zhejiang provinces last year.

 Every place is full of struggles, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate is no exception, but everyone seems to have recognized such an operating model. As long as it is within limits, everyone follows the rules.

"Hmph, Ziying, it seems that your mentality has begun to change before you have truly embarked on an official career." Qi Yongtai snorted with some displeasure, obviously expressing his disapproval of his favorite disciple in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. The attitude of doing dirty things is somewhat dissatisfying.

Feng Ziying was startled, and quickly stood up and apologized: "Master Qi, I am a little presumptuous, but I have spent several years in the army with my father, and I have seen and heard about such things, so... "

"Ziying, I know your experience is different from other students, but this is no reason for us as scholars to be insensitive. These dirty activities are exactly the goals we must work hard to eliminate." Qi Yongtai looked at himself seriously. The disciple said.

 My disciple is unparalleled in terms of political understanding and judgment, but his political beliefs are always a little too smooth and lack some persistence.

Qi Yongtai has been trying to change this aspect of Feng Ziying, but he realizes that this is difficult. Fortunately, this disciple still has a bottom line, which makes him feel more reassured.

“Disciple has learned the lesson.” Feng Ziying bowed and nodded solemnly.

"Well, you are still young. In the future, you will understand that as a scholar and civil servant, the most important thing for us is not to go against our true intentions and the beliefs we pursue throughout our lives..." Qi Yongtai sighed with emotion.

Feng Ziying still has to admit that the scholar-officials of this era still have some beliefs and pursuits of their own. Well, it should be said that a large number of scholar-officials are like this.

Of course, there are also many people who are mediocre and have no pursuits, and there are also many people who are just a fool and even do whatever it takes and have no faith.

Feng Ziying hopes that she can imitate Qi Yongtai, but she cannot follow Qi Yongtai in full.

Being rigid is easy to break, and lacks flexibility and skill, which often cannot achieve the best results you want. On this point, whether Feng Ziying was an official in her previous life or what she has seen and heard in this life, she has realized that there is no big difference between the same approach and the same purpose. .

 Qi Yongtai is too honest and too insistent on his own beliefs, while Qiao Yingjia is more utilitarian. Feng Ziying feels that she may be more like Qiao Yingjia, but she should strive to be in line with Qi Yongtai.

 Feng Ziying had dinner at Qi Yongtai's house before leaving.

 Fortunately, Qi Yongtai is not as incorruptible and strict as the outside world imagines, so that he can hardly maintain an ordinary life. It should be said that this dinner is quite sumptuous.

Officials like Qi Yongtai and Qiao Yingjia now seldom have people to eat. Except for certain family friends or relatives, or protégés like Feng Ziying, ordinary officials, no matter how high-quality they are, , or no matter how close the relationship is, it will not be like this.

And being able to have a meal at the home of Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Official Affairs is enough to show off to the world.

Of course Feng Ziying is not that shallow, but at least when he left in the evening, he saw at least a dozen carriages and sedans waiting outside the Qi Mansion, which meant that Qi Yongtai might have to meet some guests at night .

This is a heavy pressure for some people, but for more people, this is indeed the sweetness of supreme power, which makes people unable to put it down after one drink.

The evening of late autumn is undoubtedly the most comfortable time in the capital, but the capital has already begun to fall into darkness.

Of course, there are still lights on the streets. Whether it is the lanterns on the doors of wealthy houses or the signboards of some restaurants and theaters, they can all be faintly visible under the lights.

It is the most exciting time for the scholars to gather with their friends in twos and threes. During the Autumn Palace Competition, I don’t know how many people are ecstatic, and I don’t know how many people are frustrated. Getting drunk may be the only best way for them to express their emotions. This scene is also happening in the capital city and even in the provincial capitals of various provinces.

　　When Feng Ziying returned to her home, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

It was almost dark. When he stepped into the door of the mansion, he saw Ruixiang rushing towards him, "Master, you are finally back..."

Feng Ziying glanced at the other party angrily, "What's the matter? What's the fuss about? Didn't I ask you to report it to your wife and concubine? I have something to do."

“Well, Master, you don’t take this matter seriously.” Ruixiang really admired his young master’s big heart and was speechless.

Such a big event, a night of flowers and candles in the wedding room, when the names of the gold medals are named, although the success of this examination is not as good as the palace examination, it is not far behind. If an ordinary family wins the examination, it is simply that a whole family can rise to the sky in one step.

Even for a family like the Feng family, the wife and concubines cried, laughed, wiped away tears, and gave money to every servant in the house after learning that the young master had been elected.

 Ruixiang himself received a full fifty taels, which was almost equivalent to his monthly salary for a year.

Even Baoxiang, who had not been with the young master for long, still took twenty taels of silver, making countless maids and boys in the mansion jealous.

Even ordinary servants are rewarded with eight to ten taels of silver, and those who are powerful around wives and aunts can receive twenty taels of silver.

Such a good deed is far less than a reward during the New Year. No wonder the whole house is full of joy.

But this man walked back alone in a hurry, without even bringing anyone around him, and he didn't even come back for dinner. This made everyone in the house almost worried to death.

"What can be the matter?" Feng Ziying wiped her mouth, and then said casually: "Ask Yun Shang to pour me a bowl of tea. I can't get used to the tea in my mother's room, so I went to my mother's room. "

“Uh, sir, is there anyone waiting for you?” Ruixiang looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

"There are still guests? At this time?" This is not the right time to express his joy. Feng Ziying looked suspiciously at Ruixiang, who had an embarrassed expression on his face. Why didn't Yun Shang come out to pick him up? In the past, it had been spread out long ago, but why is it missing today?

"No, they are from the Second Master Bao of Rongguo Mansion. Mingyan and a girl named Qingwen came over. Mingyan was at the corner door over there. Miss Qingwen and sister Yun Shang knew each other well, so they went to sister Yun Shang's place. Ruixiang said with saliva, "It's a good thing that they are here. My wife is generous and rewards everyone who comes to congratulate me today. Both Mingyan and Qingwen were rewarded with six taels of silver. My concubine also gave them both a piece of gold." melon seeds."

"Baoyu's people? Mingyan, Qingwen?" Feng Ziying suddenly became interested. Why would Baoyu send these two people to his house at this time? No matter what he wanted to say congratulations, he should have come by himself. What does it mean to send a boy or a girl here?

"Well, they came here at noon and refused to leave. They said they would not go back until I came back. Second Master Bao gave a death order and they would not go back until I was invited back to Jia Mansion." Ruixiang winked and smiled and said, "I heard that Second Master Bao was afraid of being beaten by Master Zheng, so he had to invite the young master back to save his life."

“Absurd! How can such a thing happen?!” Feng Ziying didn’t believe it at all and scolded with a smile.

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