Looking at the sound, Yang Fan realized that there were two burly guards standing on the inside of the gate of the yamen.

Yang Fan touched his nose and smiled awkwardly. Unexpectedly, these yamen in ancient times were also equipped with security guards.

But don’t underestimate these people. As the saying goes, the King of Hell is easy to see, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with. You have to deal with these people frequently in the future and you cannot offend them easily.

So he smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your hard work, I'm here to report today."

Soldiers who stand guard in central institutions are all good at observing their expressions.

Seeing that Yang Fan, who was wearing a scarlet official uniform, respected them so much, the soldier was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted.

The cold face just now smiled and said modestly, "How dare you let the adults call you this? The young Liu Gui, dare you ask if it's the Zhongyi Bo Yang Fan?"

The imperial court has long spread Yang Fan’s position as the Minister of Rites by His Majesty, and the imperial edicts have long been passed on to the Ministry of Rites.

But for some reason, I haven't taken office for a long time.

Although Liu Gui didn't know Yang Fan, the person in front of him was so young and had an extraordinary demeanor.

He was so kind to the soldiers who were standing guarding them just now. Who else could there be except Yang Fan, the Zhongyi Bo from Wannian County?

Although Yang Fan had never been an official, he knew that this was not the time to chat about family matters. He smiled slightly: "It's just that I'm down, I don't know where to go?"

Although the soldier wanted to chat with Yang Fan for a few more words, not only Yang Fan was a fourth-rank senior, but his future was unlimited.

Moreover, because Yang Fan is a true legend in Chang'an City, he beats the Duke and beats the prince, and that is someone who dares to beat him.

However, what he admires the most is that the young man in front of him is the living Bodhisattva in the eyes of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and the younger generation in the literary world is looking forward to it.

Preventing the smallpox plague has saved countless people. A song "Pipa Xing" has made a fortune, and a song "Shui Tu Song" has sung many innocent actors and left many romantic stories.

As the five big and three strong soldiers, these romantic literati are also the objects of their worship.

Who hasn’t had a dream of becoming a literati in this era?

Of course, Liu Gui knew that Yang Fan was going to rush to report, and said attentively: "Sir, I may be a little unfamiliar with you when I first came here. Let me take you there."

After saying that, he didn't say anything nonsense, led the way forward, passed through a circular arch, and then came to the courtyard of the Ministry of Rites.

When he entered the courtyard, Liu Gui whispered: "Please wait, please go and send a message first."

Seeing that Liu Gui was so good at doing things, Yang Fan nodded secretly, and he was indeed a soldier who could be arranged in the central department.

But Yang Fan didn't expect that if it weren't for his name and the humility just now, wouldn't ordinary people have such courtesy?

Of course, Yang Fan would not be stingy for someone who was so thoughtful in service. He took out a few taels of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into Liu Gui's hand.

After Liu Gui weighed it, it would have to be several taels, which was equivalent to their monthly penny.

Zhongyi Bo is indeed kind and righteous, and is so generous, no wonder some people call him the God of Wealth.

But he quickly pushed it back and said, "This is my duty, I dare not let Bo Zhongyi spend money."

This action made Yang Fan look at him more. There was a cat that was not fishy?

However, there is no reason to take back the things you gave out, so he smiled slightly and waved his hand and said, "Please take them. It's cold. It's so cold outside. It's so cold that the brothers outside stand. You can buy some wine to warm up your body."

Liu Gui did not refuse this time because Yang Fan’s meaning was very obvious, and he was given to them by a few brothers.

He looked at Yang Fan with gratitude, turned around and trotted in.

To be aware of the current affairs and not to be delayed, Yang Fan still has a good impression of Liu Gui.

After a while, Liu Gui quickly turned it out and said, "Sir Shangshu invites you, Lord Yang can go in directly."

When he missed his body with Yang Fan, Liu Gui whispered: "Mr. Zhang Zhongye is also inside. He is usually narrow-minded. He is talking bad things about Lord Yang with Lord Shangshu. Lord Yang must be careful..."

After saying that, Liu Gui did not stop and left without looking back.

Who is Zhang Zhongye?

Yang Fan was completely confused and thought about it, as if he didn't know this person.

Although Yang Fan has never been an official, he is not very enthusiastic about becoming an official.

But he also knew that everyone carried the flower sedan chair, and the same was true in the officialdom.

If you are excluded by your colleagues as soon as you enter the officialdom, this is not a good thing.

Yang Fan didn't want to run back in a mess before coming in a few days.

Everything is planned and not planned, and the ancestors are indeed correct.

I suddenly felt a little careless. I should ask old foxes such as Cheng Yaojin before coming.

But now I have arrived at the gate of the yamen, so I can't be afraid of my head.

It's time to come, thinking too much is useless, but he doesn't care. It's really impossible to do it.

How could a monster who hadn't met before was scared?

Thinking of this, I walked in with confidence.

I didn't walk far, and a room that came was like a small conference room. Although it was not very spacious, it was decorated brightly and elegantly.

The ground is covered with brown carpets, the sculptures on the beams and pillars are vivid, the tables of rosewood are carefully crafted screens next to them, and several beautifully patterned ceramic bottles are placed on the shelf, which are complementary to the brush and slogans hanging on the wall, making them look elegant and unique.

Although Yang Fan did not know the value of these things, these objects were elegant and luxurious, and each of them was absolutely extraordinary.

But after thinking about it, I feel relieved. Although the Ministry of Rites is the Qingshui Yamen, it is one of the six ministries after all.

As a department that deals with various vassal states in the world, if it is not decorated with more elegantly, how can it reflect the majesty and style of the dignified heaven?

His eyes returned to the center, and a middle-aged man with a smile sat on the first seat.

The man is about 40 years old, not tall, has a white face and few beards, red lips and white teeth, wears a tall crown and a round-necked purple robe.

Although it looks young, it is quite majestic.

How to say it?

It's a bit like He Kun's image in a TV series in previous life.

Seeing that others were not very old but were wearing majestic purple robe, Yang Fan was a little envious.

He looked down at his vermilion-red official uniform, which was like a cooked prawn, and secretly calculated when he would be able to wear a purple robe.

I am now at the fourth grade, and I am at least at the third grade in a purple robe.

When I reached a certain position, I reached the sky step by step. Nimmy, there are still several levels apart!

But I can only comfort myself. At least this prawn-like official uniform is better than the green official uniform, and there is no need to cover a large piece of green grassland.

Yang Fan, who had never been an official, had no idea that even in the Tang Dynasty, the fourth-rank official was not something that ordinary people could climb up, not to mention that he was so young.

If it were in the past era, a fourth-rank senior official was equivalent to a department-level senior official, and it would be impossible if he had not been in the officialdom for twenty or thirty years.

Soon, Yang Fan was attracted by another person's attention.

This man was sitting at the bottom of the left side of the middle-aged man in purple robe. His beard was gray, at least in his sixties, his face was thin, and he was staring at him with a pair of triangular eyes. Could this be Zhang Zhongye?

However, Yang Fan was not interested in this old man at all.

So he bowed to the middle-aged man in purple robe who was the first to hold his fist and bowed: "I have met Lord Shangshu..."

The middle-aged man in purple robe smiled and raised his hand to support him, "Sure enough, the young talented man, His Majesty, has a keen eye to recognize the pearl. With your relationship with Jing Huan of a certain family, you don't have to be so polite. Just call him an uncle."

Although Yang Fan has never entered the officialdom, he still has some knowledge.

Yang Fan would certainly not take it seriously in order to show his closeness and polite words from the middle-aged man in purple robe.

No leader likes to be called by his uncle on formal occasions.

It is even more taboo for people in the officialdom.

After all, it is easy to create a nepotism relationship in which others are unfair.

Yang Fan’s emotional intelligence is not so bad.

Although he had a good relationship with Li Jinghuan in private, if he met a middle-aged man in the house, he could respectfully call him uncle.

But now it's in the yamen, so that's absolutely impossible.

Speaking of this, I think everyone should already know who this middle-aged man in purple robe is.
Chapter completed!