Originally, these prime ministers planned to use the time of eating to sort out the strategy of quelling disasters with Qin Hao. You should know that the big guys of the Political Affairs Hall did not save time at all than a French meal, and they would say less for an hour.

But who would have thought that after an hour, the palace maids presented the last dessert, but Qin Hao was still talking endlessly. It was not that Qin Hao said too much, but they asked so many questions. Every time they understood a question, several new questions would inevitably arise. After an hour, these big guys felt enlightened, but the problems were even more.

As soon as this dessert was a top-notch first-rate official Yan, Qin Hao quickly tilted his neck and swallowed it whole. Fortunately, the imperial chef did not do much extra treatment.

This rank of official birds is a great body tonic. Although it can be bought for several thousand yuan in later generations, it is all nonsense and fakes. In fact, there are not many people who can distinguish between first-grade blood bird's nests and ordinary bird's nests. The output of this thing is not much greater than that of the mother tree Dahongpao. Even as a radio and television cadre, Qin Hao has heard of it and has not seen it, let alone taste it.

Because it was the last dish, Fang Xuanling looked at Qin Hao's unsatisfactory look and thought that this guy was from a refugee, but he might as well be from a fugitive slave. He must be a grassroots class and he usually has no food to eat. Seeing the blood swallow that he had not touched, he ordered the palace maid to deliver it to Qin Hao.

"When Dalang was a child, he probably didn't keep up with his food and his body was weaker. Now it's time to develop. Dalang will take this blood swallow to make up for the loss. I, a good man in the Tang Dynasty, can only ride a strong bow and a strong horse."

Everyone thought Qin Hao was not full. Although they didn't eat a few bites because they listened to Qin Hao's lectures, they were all prime ministers, and it wouldn't be like eating less. Is half a young man poor? Qin Hao was at the age of time, so they all learned from Fang Xuanling and gave Qin Hao the last bowl of blood swallow.

Qin Hao was so moved. Although he was actually full, although he didn't want to admit that he was weak, he was sure that he was weak. Even if the blood swallow was in front of him, he tilted his neck and swallowed all the blood swallows into his stomach.

Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "There are still some things in our department. I'm afraid there is no time to listen to this disaster relief plan."

Gao Shilian smiled and said, "After all, it needs to be discussed by everyone, and it's not just Wuji. In the afternoon, no one of us is a lot of official duties. I don't think so. Xuanling, you should take Dalang back to the Secretariat and write down the policy with him. Let's organize it. You can bring him here at noon tomorrow, and then tell us in detail."

Everyone also thought that this was the best, so Qin Hao himself didn't care, so that he could keep eating, so why not do it?

So, Qin Hao was taken back by Fang Xuanling.

"I still have some official duties to deal with in the Secretariat. You can go to the History Museum first. I will pick you up later."

"yes."

The organization of the Secretariat is quite special, close to Li Er's thief. The entire Secretariat is equivalent to Li Er's secretariat, the Secretariat is equivalent to the Grand Secretary, the Secretariat is equivalent to the Second Secretary, the Secretariat is equivalent to the Secretary of Life, and the rest, such as the resignation doctor, the Congyi doctor, etc., are mostly given honorary titles to officials in other departments. In addition to the office of Fang Xuanling, the Office of the History Museum, can only stay in the History Museum.

The History Museum is considered a subordinate institution of the Secretariat, and Qin Hao is also a talented man who can write about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and this arrangement is quite appropriate.

Qin Hao doesn't care. The officials in the History Museum are usually young melon seeds from the new academic qualifications. They are not very old scholars. While studying history in the History Museum, they can also observe politics and study politics. It is considered a central party school. Although he is still white in the History Museum alone, it is at least natural. Those historians respect him and will not scream like a boy.

When they met the historians, they thought they would just say hello and they would continue to bury their heads in the vast texts. Who would have thought that this was not the case at all. These potential stocks were not old for many years, otherwise they would not have been arranged to the center but were directly released, allowing these young people to go through the classics and find out the authenticity in boring historical materials, sorting into categories, and making excerpts. Several people were so addicted. Therefore, when they heard that the person coming was Qin Hao, they all gathered around him and chattered.

Qin Hao didn't even know that he was already a legend among young scholars.

The feeling of the stars holding the moon was so good. I just had lunch in the Zhengshi Hall. The dishes were certainly good, but the big guys in the room really made him feel numb, just like a little chicken falling into an ostrich group. Even if someone was willing to take you to play, I might have to play with you tremblingly.

It’s different in the history museum. Although everyone has a different age range, they are mostly peer-ages, which is considered a talent reserve for the next emperor. Qin Hao, the future prime minister who lives in the Secretariat, naturally becomes the boss.

There is a pouring water next to it, which is a bit fragrant, just about massage and pounding your legs. It makes you feel very comfortable.

One of the young men grind the tea leaves and cooked them, and said, "I heard that Brother Qin likes this kind of tea. Please try it and see if my skills are still suitable for my taste."

Qin Hao was surprised when he heard this. He had made tea several times in Luoyang. After coming to Chang'an, he drank it once in the Dali Temple prison. Even if everyone knows his situation, it is impossible to be so meticulous. How did this person know?

As if I knew what Qin Hao was thinking, the man said, "Oh, this is what I heard from the prison guards of Dali Temple discussing this matter. I remembered it and learned to cook two pots when I got home and learned your method. The taste was indeed refreshing and elegant."

As he said that, the man had washed the tea leaves, stripped off the tea foam, and cooked it on the charcoal fire, saying, "I lost my father when I was young and raised by my uncle since I was a child. My uncle is Dai Zhou, the minister of Dali Temple."

Oh, Qin Hao suddenly realized that it was Dai Zhou's nephew, so it would be normal for him to know that his habit was.

Hum? Dai Zhou’s nephew? Why does it feel like something very important flashed through my mind?

"I wonder what is Brother Dai's full name?"

"Oh, my name is Dai Zhide, and my name is Xingzhi."

Dai Zhide... It sounds familiar, damn! I remembered it.

Speaking of Dai Zhide, he is actually not a famous person. The reason why Qin Hao remembers it is because of an interesting thing: most of the sons of the twenty-four ministers of Lingyan Pavilion will not have a good end.

Among the descendants of the twenty-four ministers, the only one who has a promising future is Dai Zhide. Dai Zhou has no biological son, so this nephew was raised as his biological son. This guy, Zuo Pushe, who finally became the Minister of the Gaozong Dynasty, was higher than Dai Zhou.

You should know that Wu Zetian hated these children of Guanlong nobles the most. Dai Zhide did not hold Wu Mei's thighs, but he was not dead, but became the prime minister. This is undoubtedly a talent. The most important thing is that anyone can compare to the ability to change his mind when he sees the wind? Qin Hao is still young and doesn't want it. Conservatively, he must have to live to that time. Who knows how much of his forward-looking knowledge can be left. If he gets involved in the struggle that is endless and chaotic, he probably won't know how much death he dies. Thinking of this, there is no reason not to hug his thighs quickly.

Qin Hao quickly grabbed Dai Zhide's hand and said, "Oh, Brother Xingzhi, my brother and I really hit it off at first sight. It seems that we have known you for a long time. Why don't we become sworn brothers?"

Qin Hao was prepared to follow Dai Zhide when Li Er died, and never stand in a random way. At this time, he should get along well with the relationship first.
Chapter completed!