Ji Mao, the imperial censor in the palace, is in the seventh rank. His daily job is to copy notes, pass documents, and serve tea and water to all the adults.
Nicknamed "oil pot" - oily, greasy, oily and watery, but has no backbone.
Qingliu in the court called him flattery, folk jokes made fun of him for being greedy for money, and the emperor used him as a toy to relieve his boredom.
He smiled at everyone he met, and he smiled for more than ten years.
It doesn't matter.
Being an official is all about having power, money and status. What's the use of being aloof? It can't be used as food.
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Until one day, the emperor asked at the court meeting: "Ji Aiqing, when you were in the East Palace before, what did the emperor like to do most before going to bed?"
Manchao Wenwu looked over.
Ji Mao smiled and replied: "Your Highness likes fishing."
When he returned home that night, he took out an old jade pendant, wiped it, and put it back.
Everyone was laughing at him for slipping like a loach, no one knew——
He wanted to be promoted because someone said: If I were the emperor, I would let you be the greatest official in the world.
Concept: Some people's life is a play for everyone to see.
Ji Mao played the role of a corrupt official, a slippery official, and a loser for forty years. He was believed by all the civil and military officials in the dynasty, and he was used as a joke in folk teahouses.
The better he performs, the less anyone knows—
He became an official for someone who was no longer there.
He is alive because that person said "live on".
He climbed to the top of power, not because he was greedy for power, but because he wanted to prove: Look, I did it. You said "the greatest official in the world", I became it for you.
The oil pot has been slipping for a lifetime, and there is only one thing pressed at the bottom of the pot, which I never dare to pour out.
It was the moonlight in the East Palace forty years ago, an uncaught fish, and the unspoken "I will accompany you."