For a long time, Meng He and Wu Xianchen had had an awkward relationship.
Not only because she almost became his sister-in-law;
It was also because she misread the name on the Geng Tie that she rashly agreed to the marriage.
Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings.
But by the time she came to her senses, she had already completed more than half of the three books and six etiquettes.
After thinking about it again and again, I had no choice but to regret the marriage.
The two families became hostile, but Wu Xianchen's brother was caught in a heavy rain on his way back to Beijing to get married, and he and his horse fell into the fast-flowing Li Canal.
In the Wu family mourning hall, white flags flew, Wu's father smashed the engagement jade pendant, and Wu's mother cried and fell into Wu Xianchen's arms.
"It was her! She killed my son!"
Meng He felt that he had sinned deeply and could no longer face the throbbing he felt at the beginning.
She requested an order to go to Datong, Shanxi to supervise the construction project, and stayed there for five years.
Five years later, returning to Beijing...
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"I'm going to pay my respects to the Lord in the middle hall."
"No need to be polite." His voice was very calm and he sat down behind the paperwork. "It's been hard work for five years in Datong."
All the officials held their breath——
Who doesn't know about the old incident between Meng He and the Wu family?
I don't even know whether today's work report is a test or a confession.
Meng He stood in the middle hall and unfolded his report, his voice steady and smooth.
"The lower official supervised the construction of the Datong border wall for 400 miles, built twelve new enemy towers, dredged the rivers in Hunyuan and Guangling, and saved 70,000 taels of silver per year——"
He pushed over a book of documents: "In July three years ago, you went to the Shu to request for more prisoners to be added to the army?"
She slowly raised her eyes. Wu Xianchen's face was hidden in the shadow of the lamp, with only one wrist pressed against the case.
"Yes." She looked directly at him, "Back when the Tatars invaded the border, most of the civilians escaped. After the prisoners were recharged, the construction period was not missed by a day."
"How many casualties are there?"
"Twenty-six people," she said with a lump in her throat, "they are all recorded in a register, and their pensions will be deducted from their lower official salaries."
The whole hall was dead silent.
Wu Xianchen closed the document and said: "Do you know from Meng Meng that the "Da Ming Code" records that the prisoner who died in prison must have an official staff of sixty?"
"I am guilty." She knelt down quickly, her eyes calm, "But if the border wall is not strong, more than twenty-six people will die."
"Get up." His voice was suddenly cold and hard, "The Ministry of Personnel is not the Ministry of Punishment."
An imaginary ancient time where both men and women could become officials, with a simulated background
Main officialdom line (emphasis added!!)
Those who like pure romance can also join it. The interaction between the male and female protagonists (mainly in the officialdom) can account for 70% of the whole story. It's glass slag candy.
Intention: The golden hoop holds your head, if you want to speak, give up.
