Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

After all, the Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and it’s extremely cold now, making people shiver.

Needless to say, today there is not only a biting cold wind, but also continuous cold rain.

If that were all, he could handle it.

He is in good health. After all, he comes from a military background and has exercised a lot over the years.

What's more, if he can't bear it, he can still take shelter from the rain.

This is not the first day he has come to the palace. Doesn't he have a little face?

But at this moment, not only did he have no intention of taking shelter from the rain, but he felt cold from his hands and feet to the bottom of his heart.

As a result, the tall and bearded Mao Xiang now looked shaky as he stood there.

But even so, no one dared to step forward and persuade Commander Mao to take shelter from the rain or something.

Many people even took a few steps away to avoid it.

Anyone who can survive in the palace is not a fool.

They know very well who can be offended and who must be praised.

As for people like Mao Xiang who are clearly here to ask for forgiveness, you must stay away from them.

God knows how serious the guilt of this old guy is?

If their apology fails and they are really put in jail by Zhu Yuanzhang, then wouldn't they have gotten themselves into trouble for nothing by running over to contact the person at the last moment?

The reason why giving timely assistance is better than icing on the cake is naturally because giving timely assistance is really dangerous.

Mao Xiang looked at the evasive eyes of the people around him and felt the cold wind and rain blowing in his face. The bitterness and grievance in his heart became more and more intense.

The ambition and complacency that she had when she followed Master Hu into the palace had now completely disappeared.

All that's left is fear and anxiety.

He stretched his neck to take another look at the tightly closed door of the lofty Jinshen Palace, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart slowly faded away.

But he still couldn't understand why it turned out like this?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this.

With Master Hu's guarantee and the cards he has played, Your Majesty should not be unwilling to give in.

What went wrong?

Mao Xiang's mind was full of the lawsuit at the moment. He couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.

His identity was admittedly a bit sensitive, but that was only when he was facing ordinary people. Facing top bosses like Zhu Yuanzhang and Hu Weiyong, his past of spying on the leader meant nothing.

Can he rebel or overthrow the government?

To put it bluntly, his background and past work determined that he was just a little Karami who did hard labor.

In the eyes of others, his past work was full of secrets and conspiracies, but for Zhu Yuanzhang and Mr. Hu, those things were of no use.

It was precisely because he had this idea before that Mao Xiang came to Mr. Hu for help.

The reason why Mao Xiang was so happy after Master Hu agreed was because in his opinion, as long as Master Hu was willing to speak up, the matter would definitely be accomplished.

But why is this the case now?

Just when Mao Xiang was almost unable to hold on, the door of Jinshen Hall finally opened a little.

Song Li's thin figure slipped out in a flash.

As soon as he came out, he quickly turned around and closed the door again.

After making sure that the door was closed tightly, he turned around, straightened his back and looked around.

When Song Li's eyes fell on Mao Xiang, who was covered in rain and snow and looked extremely miserable, Mao Xiang couldn't help but shiver.

Mao Xiang made a bitter face and bowed deeply to Song Li: "Song Dajian, I hope that Song Dajian will tell me, for the sake of our past friendship, that my life can be saved."

At this moment, where was Mao Xiang's usual majestic and imposing appearance as the commander of the Imperial Guard?

That desolate figure, withered face, and evasive eyes were exactly the same as those of the prisoners in his Jinyiwei prison.

A pair of cloudy eyes were staring at Song Li's face at this moment, as if he didn't want to miss any information.

Song Li's words were certified by Zhu Yuanzhang.

News that shouldn't be spread will never leak out.

But... there are some news that can be told or not, and he doesn't mind leaking some information to make good connections.

Look, facing Mao Xiang's eager eyes, Song Li raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded gently, then tiptoed past Mao Xiang and went straight to the imperial kitchen.

He didn't dare to delay. The gentlemen in the hall were all cultivators now, and they had huge appetites, so he didn't dare to waste time.

If there is any delay, it will be a big trouble.

Mao Xiang no longer cared about Song Li at this moment. His mind was filled with the only thought of Song Li's slight nod just now.

"I don't have to die?"

"I don't have to die!"

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"My life is saved!"

"Great! My life is saved!"

"Wooooow, that's great!"

As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, only because they haven't felt sad yet.

Look, Commander Mao Xiangmao, who usually works hard with blood and sweat but never tears, was almost forced to burst into tears by this sudden news.

Fortunately, he still had his sanity. He covered his mouth with one hand and just squatted on the ground, roaring in silence.

Seeing him like this, the guards and eunuchs beside him couldn't help feeling sad.

Oh my god, this is the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!

In the past, let alone showing up, even saying your name could intimidate many people.

But now it has come to this!

What about them?

Seeing this scene, they certainly didn't dare to go any closer, but who wouldn't feel a little sad for the loss of a loved one?

Mao Xiang was expressing his gratitude for surviving the disaster, but it had nothing to do with the three people who were chatting enthusiastically inside.

While Zhu Yuanzhang and the other two were waiting for dinner, they discussed Hujiazhuang, which was about to be "established" after the new year.

Originally, Zhu Yuanzhang and others wanted to hear what new ideas Mr. Hu had about this political system.

But who knew that Master Hu turned to Zhu Biao and made a suggestion.

"Prince, there are some things that Your Majesty is not convenient to do, but you can try after you succeed to the throne."

"I wonder what uncle is doing?"

"Test area!"

"Test area?"

The concept suddenly proposed by Mr. Hu was somewhat intimidating, so much so that Zhu Biao was a little confused.

Mr. Hu smiled calmly and talked freely.

"Your Majesty, Prince, you should know that whether this policy is good or bad is not something that can be determined just by thinking about it in your head or discussing it with a few people. In fact, it is still a bit unreliable."

"After all, it involves people's livelihood and involves more than thousands of people."

"So why not set up a test area?"

"As for any national policy, let's try it out here for a year or two to see how effective it is, and then discuss it separately."