There will be a meeting the next day.
Among the first few civil servants, Du Ruhui was not seen.
Just when Li Shimin asked people to go to Du Ruhui's mansion to understand the situation, Du He came to Tai Chi Hall with red and swollen eyes.
"Your Majesty, my father is seriously ill today and has asked me to come to ask for leave."
The news brought by Du He stirred up a thousand waves.
On the dragon chair, Li Shimin clutched the armrests on both sides with both hands, his face full of worry.
This was not the first time Du Ruhui fell ill, but he could still stand up several times before.
Spring has not yet passed, but Ai Chen is seriously ill this time, and his situation is very critical.
"Today's court meeting ends here. Wuji, Xuanling, and Wei Zheng, please follow me to see Keming."
Li Shimin stood up suddenly and directly announced that today's court meeting was over.
After finishing speaking, he hurriedly took several important ministers to visit Du Ruhui.
Du He staggered and ran out.
After Li Shimin and others left, the hall exploded.
"Youpushe Du Ruhui has been ill several times, and I'm afraid he won't survive this time!"
"In this case, wouldn't it mean that Youpushe, the Minister of Finance, and the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs have the same position? There is a vacancy?"
"The right servant has a high position, who do you think your Majesty will transfer?"
"You should choose from the six ministers, after all, they are all ministers. "
"I don't think so, I may invite Mr. Pei back. After all, he has served as the right servant."
"..."
A group of ministers whispered that what they were concerned about was not Du Ruhui's body, but the two positions of Shangshu Youpushe and Libu Shangshu.
The eyes of several ministers of lower rank in the court, such as Du Zhenglun, the Minister of Internal Affairs, Wang Gui, the Minister of Internal Affairs, and several ministers in the court, had a burning look in their eyes.
Although they only have one level further up, this level is like a natural chasm.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to climb up in my lifetime.
Now that the opportunity is in front of them, they have small thoughts in their hearts.
And all the officials of the fourth grade are also quick-thinking.
If someone is promoted under the third rank, it means that there is a vacancy.
When they step into the third rank of officials, they are the ones who truly hold the power and officially enter the core of power of the Tang Dynasty.
Unlike the ministers who were stranded in Taiji Hall, Wang Jian had no interest in this.
When he walked out of the hall, Wang Jian happened to see his superior, Tuntian doctor He Luntuo, so he stepped forward and asked.
"Brother He, I'm going to the Tuntian Division now. Do you want to go with me?"
"I'm extremely happy." He Lunduo nodded.
The two of them drove slowly towards the Tuntian Division.
Arriving at the office of the Farming Division, He Luntuo suddenly stopped Wang Jian and said with longing on his face.
"Brother Wang, if your right servant falls ill due to illness, do you think our Minister Duan of the Ministry of Industry has a chance?"
Wang Jian fiddled with the straight plow beside him. While writing and drawing on paper.
After hearing what He Luntuo said, Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at him.
"Brother He, when I saw you walking out of Tai Chi Hall so early, I thought you were not interested."
"I didn't expect you to be so nosy." Wang Jian shook his head and smiled. said.
"Who can stay out of such a big thing?" A shy smile appeared on He Luntuo's face, and then he stood up and walked back and forth in the room.
He put his hands behind his back and said to Wang Jian expectantly.
"Brother Wang, if Duan Shangshu is promoted, will the Minister of Industry also want to move, then I will also have a chance?"
Without waiting for Wang Jian to speak, He Luntuo shook his head and said to himself.
"I am fifty-six this year, and it is only one or two years until my term ends."
"Unlike you, Brother Wang, who is already in a high position at a young age and has a bright future." "Immeasurable."
"If I am promoted to Minister of Industry, my current position belongs to you, brother Wang. It is really the best of all three!"
He Lun is proud of it! There was an excited blush on her face, and a bright smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
This old boy originally had a dream of getting promoted.
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"Everything is possible. Brother He has worked hard for so many years, and his qualifications are enough."
Wang Jian did not say anything disappointing.
People still have to have dreams, what if they come true?
"Hey, Brother Wang is overly praised." He Luntuo laughed happily.
Wang Jian smiled at him and did not continue to talk to him, but concentrated on drawing.
It’s close to noon.
A small yellow man suddenly came to the Tuntian Division. He found Wang Jian and saluted respectfully.
"Marquis Wangxian, Your Majesty wants you to go to the Manlu Palace."
"Okay, I'll go now." Wang Jian nodded.
It’s almost dinner time. What is Li Shimin looking for at this time?
With doubts, Wang Jian quickly came to the Manlu Hall.
Wang De was already waiting outside the door. When he saw Wang Jian coming over, he opened the door directly.
Li Shimin was the only one in the spacious Manlu Hall, and he was currently at his desk reviewing memorials.
"I have met your Majesty."
Wang Jian walked to the center of the hall and faced Li ShiminHe bowed respectfully.
"Wang Aiqing, please sit down." Li Shimin saw Wang Jian coming over, and a smile appeared on his tired face.
After Wang Jian sat down, Li Shimin also stood up and walked to Wang Jian with square steps with his hands behind his back.
"Wang Aiqing, you gave Xuan Ling a lot of apprenticeship gifts!" Li Shimin stared at Wang Jian with a smile and said in a sour tone.
When Li Shimin went to see Du Ruhui today, he couldn't help crying when he saw Ai Chen looking like a dying tree.
So the monarch and his ministers held hands and chatted alone on the hospital bed.
Du Ruhui pulled Li Shimin and talked a lot privately, as if he was explaining the aftermath.
Listening to the four majestic calligraphy letters Wang Jian gave to Fang Xuanling as a disciple, Li Shimin felt great pride in his heart.
I felt sour after coming back.
His love for Wang Jian was no less than that of the courtiers, and this little guy never thought of honoring him.
"Your Majesty, the apprenticeship ceremony is all made up by Majiazhuang and is not valuable."
"I also want to give it to Your Majesty, but I am afraid that the court will impeach the minister. The minister went through evil ways to please His Majesty."
Wang Jian heard Li Shimin's jealous words, so he thought of a reasonable reason and tried to excuse him.
Unexpectedly, Li Shimin climbed directly up the pole.
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Li Lizhi sent an imperial chef to Wang Jian to learn skills, and the food he cooked after he came back was indeed very delicious.
In the past few days, he had been eating with Guanyin and Li Lizhi.
"Uh." Wang Jian's face was stunned.
Unexpectedly, Li Shimin's face was as thick as the city wall like Cheng Yaojin and others.
"Your Majesty, I will personally deliver the things here after my duty." Wang Jian clasped his hands and said respectfully.
"Well." Li Shimin was in a good mood, and he asked with interest, "Wang Aiqing, if you were asked to evaluate me, what would be your evaluation?"
"Write poems and send them as gifts." Any copybook will do," Li Shimin added.
This question stumped Wang Jian.
Although he was loved by Li Shimin, for a minister to comment on the emperor, it was not just looking for trouble.
"Your Majesty's civil and military skills are worthy of an emperor for thousands of years. They will be evaluated by future generations thousands of years later. How dare a humble minister talk nonsense." Wang Jian said, cupping his hands.
"One emperor through the ages." Li Shimin only heard these four words. He murmured in a low voice with a smile on his face.
"I am not worthy of Wang Aiqing's evaluation." Li Shimin patted Wang Jian on the shoulder, his eyes filled with admiration.
The historian behind the palace also quietly wrote this scene of dialogue between the emperor and his ministers into the annals of history.
Wang Jian laughed awkwardly.
"You are thick-skinned, you have the final say." Wang Jian cursed in his heart.
Except for a few close ministers, only Wang Jian was lucky enough to witness Li Shimin's relaxed scene.
On weekdays, he always has a straight face, displaying the majesty of the emperor at all times.