Chapter 425

Listening to the emperor's scolding, Xiao Mu's smile turned deeper and deeper. He got up and poured a cup of tea for the emperor and handed it over. The temperature of the cup was in sharp contrast to the cold temperature of his fingers. After the emperor touched it, his eyebrows wrinkled more and more tightly and said to him, "you'd better go back and have a rest earlier."

Xiao mubai took back his hand and put it behind him: "it's not urgent. For this moment, it's not too late to share this worry for his father and Emperor."

The Emperor just raised his hand to drink tea and froze in mid air. It's no surprise that he knew about it. After all, it's been noisy for six or seven days.

The emperor was just curious about which minister he would recommend, so he raised his eyebrow and asked, "do you have a suitable candidate?"

Xiao mubai did not answer and asked, "does the father emperor have a crush on Lord Jing?"

After hearing this, the emperor thought he would recommend Jing Qibin too. His stiff hand recovered as before. He sipped his tea and said, "after so many days of discussion, I don't think he is the most suitable."

Xiao mubai shook his head: "I think there is another person who is more suitable than him."

The emperor was quite surprised. Hearing his tone so determined, he was not interested: "who?"

Xiao mubai took the tea that the emperor had drunk and spit out with thin lips: "Hu Yingmao, Secretary of Dali temple."

The emperor was stunned. He really didn't expect that he would put forward the name of Hu Yingmao. After careful consideration, he was really more suitable than Jing Qibin.

Hu Yingmao, who Jing Qibin is familiar with, is also familiar with. After all, one is in the Ministry of punishment and the other is in Dali temple. But Hu Yingmao is more smooth in life than Jing Qibin. It is certainly easier for him to clean up the mess in Wanzhou than Jing Qibin.

What's more, the Secretary of Dali temple is ranked in the third grade. At least he has been promoted to a higher level. It's better than Jing Qibin's flat transfer to Wanzhou.

Xiao mubai timely added a cup of tea and handed it over. The emperor touched his cold fingers again and sighed in his heart. He was not only proud that he had taught a good son himself, but also lamented that his time was running out.

After Xiao mubai handed over the tea lamp, he didn't ask for credit and gave a gift and left silently.

The emperor held the warm tea in his hand, looked at his back and wanted to call him, but he didn't make a sound after all.

How can you call him? After all, you can't save his life

The emperor looked at the door and stood for a long time.

Until Duke Li came in and prepared to continue some tea, he found that the emperor stood there holding the already cold tea lamp. At a glance, he looked like standing for a long time. He bowed and walked over, raised his hands, and said in a careful whisper: "emperor, the tea is cold, and the servant will change it for you."

The emperor handed the tea cup to his raised hand, turned back to the book case, gave a decree, and ordered Duke Li to send it to the hand of Hu Yingmao, the Minister of Dali temple.

Seeing that he had no wave in his face, Duke Li was not sure of his joy and anger. He could only come forward in fear and answer the voice. He withdrew and immediately left the palace and went to Dali temple.

At this time, in Dali temple, Hu Yingmao was resting on the side of the temple. His feet were stacked and tilted on the table, shaking his legs. In his heart, he scolded Xiao mubai for cheating him. It was clear that he had agreed to promote his official position before the end of the month a few days ago. At this moment, there is no news. I'm afraid it's yellow

These princes are all talking about drawing big cakes, and there is no reliable master.

As Hu Yingmao thought, Ji Yong's notice came from outside the hospital: "my Lord, Duke Li has come to the temple, waiting for you to take the order."

Hu Yingmao closed his legs, stood up immediately, rubbed his hands excitedly, paced back and forth, and muttered: "I'm really going to be promoted, promoted, promoted..."

Ji Yong's green veins jumped on his forehead. Seeing his overjoyed appearance, he couldn't help reminding him: "Sir, you'd better go out to receive the order first..."

Hu Yingmao nodded frequently when he heard the speech, and hurriedly went to the mirror to straighten his clothes. Vanity joined hands and paid homage to Xiao mubai. While thanking his highness King Mo for being a Promise Keeper, he went out of the side yard to the front hall with Ji Yong.

Hu Yingmao greeted grandpa Li with a smile: "thank you, Grandpa Li, for coming here."

Seeing his cheerful appearance, Duke Li was suspicious. Did Hu Yingmao know the content of the imperial edict long ago?

Is it still a good thing for him?

"Lord Hu, you're welcome. The servant is also a errand. Will you take the order now?" Duke Li couldn't understand the content of the edict, and his tone of voice was gentle.

"Yes, yes, first." Hu Yingmao nodded repeatedly and knelt down respectfully.

Duke Li opened the imperial edict, glanced at the contents above, and then looked at Hu Yingmao's expression. He was a little sad and laughing. Did Mr. Hu really know what was written on the imperial edict?

Even he knew that the position of governor of Wanzhou was a hot potato. Jing Qibin racked his brains for fear of being assigned by the emperor.

Hu Yingmao was so happy that he was almost beating gongs and drums.

"Grandpa Li, Grandpa Li?" Hu Yingmao was stunned and called him softly with a smile on his face.

"Well." Grandpa Li recovered and looked at him with a complicated face.

"Grandpa Li, hurry to announce the decree..." Hu Yingmao can't wait.

"By heaven, the emperor decreed that: in order to seek governance, the officials close to the people should pay attention to good conduct, teach loyalty and encourage capital, respect Yu and long praise. Hu Yingmao, the Minister of Dali temple, bowed honestly, trained strictly, was an honest official and made remarkable achievements. He was specially granted the governor of Wanzhou, and went to his post immediately. Qin is here!" After Duke Li finished the publicity, he looked at the numb Hu Yingmao and coughed softly. Seeing that he still didn't respond, he coughed twice again. Seeing that he still couldn't recover, he frowned and shouted, "Lord Hu, take the order..."

Ji Yong saw grandpa Li open his mouth, but Hu Yingmao was still stunned, so he had to touch him secretly and pound him in the back. Hu Yingmao came back to his senses. He looked bitter and raised his hands: "I'll take the order, thank Lord longen, long live my Emperor..."

Duke Li put the edict into his hand, and Hu Yingmao was helped up by Ji Yong. Duke Li looked at him like two people before and after, and his words of congratulations were stuck in his mouth. For a moment, he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Hu Yingmao looked at the imperial edict in his hand, and then at Grandpa Li's appearance of wanting to talk and stop. He smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth and took out the bag of reward from his sleeve: "it's hard for Grandpa li..."

Li Gonggong politely declined: "this... How to make."

Hu Yingmao tightened the imperial edict in his hand and scolded his mother in his heart. He couldn't say how bitter he was. His smile became more and more obscure, but he was still fair to Li Gong: "yes, that's a little tea money..."