Zheng Zhongguang had no choice but to salute. The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at Cui Xuhong. Cui Xuhong hung a blush on his face and smiled and lowered his head. The emperor scolded the old Youzi in his heart. After all, his eyes turned to Zheng Zhongguang.

"Your Majesty, although you are familiar with ancient Anhui, there are no suitable candidates for local officials in Wanzhou. For the talents in the capital, you haven't been back to Chang'an for a long time, and you have just recovered from illness. It's not easy to talk nonsense in such important positions. Please forgive your sins." Zheng Zhongguang is extremely respectful.

Fortunately, before entering the palace, Xiao Zimu had sent Xin Ya to mention him last night.

Zheng Zhongguang deliberated on these words all night and said them appropriately. Inadvertently, he also ordered his life-saving grace from Xiao Zimu.

The Emperor didn't expect him to say his ugly Yin Mao. Even if he did, it's not advisable to recommend candidates from Wanzhou officials.

Therefore, the emperor waved his hand and asked him to step down, but it was not difficult for him.

The ministers envied one after another. Zheng Zhongguang completely stayed out of the matter of recommendation.

In contrast, Cui Xuhong, who is still out of the line, is quite embarrassed to stand there at this time.

The emperor's eyes took back from Zheng Zhongguang and swept on Cui Xuhong again. Cui Xuhong raised his head slightly and looked like smiling at the corners of the emperor's mouth. It looked as if he was questioning him. I think you have any excuses this time.

Cui Xuhong's veins jumped on his forehead and glanced at the ministers in the hall. He saw that one of them was also waiting for him in his spare time. He couldn't help but flash a light and said to the emperor, "Wei minister feels that Lord Jing, the Minister of justice of the Ministry of punishment, is a good candidate. He has always been in charge of criminal law and is familiar with laws and regulations. If he takes up the post of governor of Wanzhou, he will be able to suppress Wanzhou officials with the potential of thunder."

Cui Xuhong's words entered the emperor's heart, and the emperor's favorite candidate was Jing Qibin.

It's just that he can't open it himself.

After all, although the governor of Wanzhou was also a second-class governor, he said it was flat, but in terms of Jing Qibin, it was equivalent to sneaking down, which could not be compared between Beijing officials and foreign officials.

Over the years, Jing Qibin has served as the Minister of justice of the Ministry of punishment well. There is no credit but hard work. The emperor really can't wipe away this face and threw the hot potato to him.

But at this time, Cui Xuhong said this, which was different.

After listening to Cui Xuhong's words, Zhu Chen deliberated carefully and found that he was really a good candidate.

The voice of secondment rose in an instant, and Xiao Yanjun and min Zhisong were also greatly in favor.

For them, Jing Qibin is the emperor's man. They can't pry or pull him over. If they can drive him to Wanzhou, it will benefit them without harm. The vacant post of minister of justice of the Ministry of punishment can still spend some time.

Although they also want the post of governor of Wanzhou, they can't open the mouth anyway. It's another matter whether Jing Qibin can stay in Wanzhou for a while.

In a moment, the officials in the hall of Supreme Harmony had a tacit understanding and praised Cui Xuhong for his good recommendation.

Jing Qibin was the only one with a black face.

The emperor's face, which had just softened, became cold again after hearing the secondment of Xiao Yanjun and min Zhisong.

They can think of this, and the emperor never thought of it. This is also the reason why he didn't privately call Jing Qibin to talk in detail.

"Enough." With a cold face, the emperor stopped the voice of the ministers' secondment, glanced at the embarrassed Jing Qibin, and saw that his face was full of suffocation.

The emperor frowned, and then asked with displeasure, "can't the man face up and down and choose a second person except Lord Jing?"

The silence in the hall of Supreme Harmony was restored again. Cui Xuhong quietly retreated. Anyway, the emperor wanted to recommend it. He had recommended it. Whether to adopt it or not had nothing to do with him.

The remaining ministers began to have a headache again, holding their eyebrows and thinking about whether there was a suitable candidate.

More troublesome than them is Jing Qibin. The sentence "except Lord Jing" just said by the emperor is clearly printed in his mind. The emperor clearly thinks that he is really suitable for the post of governor of Wanzhou.

At present, Jing Qibin is more nervous than anyone and wants to think about the candidates carefully. The Ministry of punishment bit the Ministry of work, and the Ministry of work pulled people from other departments into the water.

On the hall of Supreme Harmony on July 25th, the ministers tore and bit into a piece. The emperor rubbed his forehead and brushed his sleeve to leave, mixed with father-in-law Li's voice: "retreat..."

The temple of Supreme Harmony is still irreconcilable and supports each other.

This was the case in the early dynasties for several days. The emperor often left, and the ministers did not recommend a second suitable candidate.

Just when the emperor planned to privately call Jing Qibin into the palace to appease him and let him go to Wanzhou for grievances for two years, Xiao mubai went into the palace to say goodbye.

He first went to Yongxin palace to say goodbye to imperial concubine Qi, and then went to see Xiao Muhong. Then Shi Shi ran went to the imperial study to say goodbye to the emperor.

When the emperor saw him, he smiled for the first time in many days, waved to him and let him sit beside him.

"Why did you choose to enter the palace today? You should have more rest at this time." The emperor also knows that at the end of the month, Xiao mubai's body will fall into an ice cellar, his blood will solidify and the cold is threatening.

In previous years, he would enter the palace one day earlier after leaving. This time, he stepped on it.

The emperor looked at Xiao mubai's pale and cold face, and his heart was soft. He stretched out his hand with pity and planned to take his hand.

"The Father knows, the son minister is cold." Xiao mubai gave way, lowered his eyelids and said calmly.

The emperor was more and more distressed when he heard this. He insisted on holding his hand in his palm. When he touched it, it was cold and piercing. His face was moved by it, and the color of grief was reflected in his words.

"Father, emperor, children and ministers are all right. I've been used to it over the years." Xiao Zimu pursed his lips and warmed his tone.

The emperor frowned and stared at him for a long time. Just then he patted his hand and sighed. Even if he sits in the world and is the king of a country, he can't do anything.

"Go back and have a rest early. Pay special attention to keeping warm tonight. If you're still weak tomorrow, it's OK to walk for two days." Although the emperor tried his best to bear it, his voice still showed a sense of powerlessness.

Xiao mubai slightly bent his lips and answered: "yes, the father should take more care of the dragon's body. His ministers haven't entered the palace for many days. When he first came in, he was terrified to see Duke Li's face. I think the father must have no good face and be in a bad mood recently."

When the emperor heard him finish, he thought of the candidate for the post of governor of Wanzhou, which made him worried recently. He snorted and scolded: "I can't recommend anyone. What's the use of raising them?"