What's wrong with the binding eunuch system?

Today's court was extremely late. When the ministers went to court, the carriages would usually be parked outside the palace. Although the bosses were torn apart, the relationship between the servants was good.

For example, the coachman of Zhongzai's house chatted with the coachman of Right Zai's house right now.

After all, idleness is idleness, right? The two big bosses have the same status, and they are not afraid of being flattered—these servants are not afraid of being flattered by others. The concierge is getting bored to death.

No, I want to be so awesome and able to understand the thoughts of my adults, why can't I think about being a concierge.It's a good idea to go to the prime minister, isn't it delicious?

Receive a gift?Don't, don't, hurry up, take it back, if someone sees it, I don't want to fuck me.

That's why the coachman sometimes faces such troubles. If he wants to chat with someone at this time, he must find someone who is not shy, otherwise he may be reported as a small report.

This will make the driver of the Right Zai’s family have already eaten at the stall for a round, and the driver of the Zhong Zai’s family is a little busy. At this time in the past, the prime ministers and adults have already stepped down. I heard that the new official took office three times. Huo, it seems that the new Crown Prince is not easy to serve—you have to wait.

The driver of Zhongzai's house said, "Oh, what do you eat?"

The coachman of You Zai's house was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought to himself, why did this guy ask me all of a sudden, are we very close?Don't have any conspiracy...

It's really hard for these servants to stage a scheming every day.

well!It's not easy to do anything...

So the driver of You Zai's house replied cautiously: "Dumplings."

"Is it tasty?"

Why are these words so unnutritive, the two of them looked at each other, and the coachman of the Youzai's house realized, what?To be bored is not.

But it was really boring, he let go of his guard, and started another topic: "The front door has been crying for a long time, do you know what's going on?"

The coachman of Zhongzai's house took a look at him and clicked his tongue: "They are all eunuchs, they must have been kicked out because they got in the way of the master."

Talking gloatingly: "Ordinary people have five people and six people. A while ago, I was still a master, but now...it's not even as good as a dog."

"Isn't that what slaves are like." The right butcher's coachman, Tusihu, said sadly, "We are not much better."

Then he stood up: "However, we drove away so many at once, are we going to recruit another group?"

"The new official took office three fires, and this kind of close slave definitely doesn't want to use what others left... I think it's possible." The coachman in the middle guessed, and then saw the wrong expression on the coachman's face in the right: "Isn't it because you have something on your mind? Bar?"

The driver of Youzai refused to admit it: "No, how can there be..."

"Don't worry about it. This eunuch is easy to do. If you want to cut that..." Zhongzai's coachman gestured towards his legs: "I won't even have children in the future."

The driver of the right butcher was a little frustrated: "You said that you are all slaves, you do what you do for the prime minister, and you do what you do for the emperor... People go to high places, and water flows to low places..."

"There has to be a bottom line." Zhongzai coachman: "Look at those father-in-laws and the scenery, which one ended up well..." He lowered his voice: "You know my cousin, she sent her son to the palace went……"

The right slaughter driver stared at him with wide eyes.

"My little nephew is very good-looking. He is seven or eight years old. When we went there, he even asked my cousin when to see him." Yes, they were carried out on a scooter within a month, and my cousin was crying stupidly."

The right slaughter driver asked in a voice, "Are you hurt?"

"What's the injury? Dead!" Zhongzai's coachman clicked his tongue, "Just look at the scenery, those father-in-laws, which ones have clean hands, all came out of the pile of corpses."

After he finished speaking, he was a little melancholy: "Parents want their children to become dragons, so it is better to send their children to serve as soldiers. At least they can do it well. Speaking of which, they are going to defend their home and country. In the future, they will be honorable. Sent to the palace... to die, and the wasteland can only be said to be a bad fate, if you are really in the early stage, say it, serve the woman and serve in the early stage, does it sound good?"

Only then did the driver of Youzai put his mind to rest, still a little bit unwilling: "My son, if he can't become a martial artist... at least there is food and drink in the palace, he really won the eyes of the nobleman..."

"You still have a son at least." Zhongzai's coachman said in a complicated tone, "It's not easy to raise him. Where is it not good to put him? Do you want to put him in the palace to be ruined by others?"

The right slaughter driver sighed: "Forget it, I will save more money and leave it for him. When I die, I won't care about it."

After the two coachmen finished speaking, their hearts were complicated. The sky had gradually darkened, and it was about to get dark. Why did the coachman on the right slap his lips twice: "It's this time, why don't you go down? You won't be in the palace." rest?"

"How is it possible, so many empresses in the palace can agree, the emperor belongs to the ministers during the day, but they belong to them at night..." He smiled playfully, and sang: "Gentle Township ~ Tomb of Heroes~"

Yellow cavity hit halfway.

A group of people on horseback charged aggressively.

He was stopped by the guards in front of the door. The coachman in front was an unfamiliar face, and the coachman on the right was in the circle of ministers. He hadn't seen it much, but he seemed very rampant.

"Quickly give way, this is Prince Fu's driver, the uncle of His Highness the Crown Prince!" The driver almost missed the guard's face with the prince's badge. "Have you seen it clearly? If you really want to miss something, how many lives can you afford?"

It's a pity that he got the wrong person. Mu Yuanyong entered the capital yesterday, and replaced several important gates with his own people that night. Naturally, he would not hand over his safety to others. Mu Yuanyong came from the border.

He is a warrior who fought on the battlefield of Wu Kingdom, and he wears a flintlock gun developed by Kong Ji on his waist.

Even if he was bullied by someone pressing his face like this, his expression did not change, his brows did not lift, and his voice was very steady: "I see..."

"There is no oral order from the crown prince." He repeated again: "No one can enter this gate."

The coachman was in a hurry and clenched the whip tightly in his hand.

The driver of Youzai, who was eating melons and watching the show next to him, said in a low voice, "I'm going to smoke..."

The coachman of Zhongzai leaned head to head with him and looked around, his tone hesitant: "...he dare not?"

"Gamble or not?"

The coachman on the right turned his head, and just after he finished speaking, he heard the coachman on the middle call out: "Oh, let's do it!"

As soon as the whip was pulled out, the guard grabbed his wrist tightly.

"You dare to do it!" The coachman blushed with anger.

The guard looked at him and spoke slowly: "I'll say it again for the last time."

"Without the crown prince's oral order, except for the ministers of the upper court, idlers and others are not allowed to enter this gate."

In fact, the coachman also brought people with him. Prince Fu sat in the car without making a sound, but a few people dressed as attendants rushed up.

The coachman Youzai was dumbfounded by the look, and murmured: "Are you crazy—is this a rebellion?"

The coachman of Zhongzai had a serious expression: "I don't think Prince Fu seems to be crazy. There must be a reason for this."

What made Prince Fu so confident.

Could it be that His Royal Highness' handle fell into the hands of Prince Fu?

When Prince Fu's attendant rushed up, the guard who was still holding the driver's hand let go of it, and took a few steps back. Those people thought he was afraid.

Then a person behind him raised the black iron pipe, and with a gunshot, a pillar of Prince Fu's car was blown up. Frightened by the sound, the horse neighed and was about to run out. The guard had stumbled, and hurriedly pulled the horse.

There was a period of chaos, people were tied up, horses were knocked down, and Prince Fu also walked out of the car.

He is a rather rosy old man with a round belly and he can bump a few times when he walks. He is not as impatient as his servants. After all, everyone is suppressed now—he never thought that he would I'm so exhausted here that I can't even get in the door.

"This little gentleman." Prince Fu smiled gently: "Looking at Mian Sheng, where is that Liu Sheng who used to guard this gate?"

The guard held him down, but didn't respond at first, and then turned around to talk to him after he was escorted away by others and locked him up. This man was a bit cold and rigid, and he didn't know how to be flexible. Some of them were flexible, but that one ran to the front door.

"Going home." He replied.

Prince Fu felt that the smile on his face couldn't hold back: "Why did you go home? What did you do wrong?"

The guard looked him up and down: "Is it related to you?"

The dog legs around Prince Fu have already been suppressed by others, and no one is helping him at the moment. The people around him are all watching the show. It is the first time he realizes that he has such a good self-cultivation and tolerates this lowly guard. Disrespect in his presence.

"Xiao Langjun." Prince Fu lowered his voice with difficulty: "I am Prince Fu, the uncle of His Highness the Crown Prince, and I came to the palace to discuss important matters, so it's convenient."

The guard nodded, looking at Prince Fu's hopeful eyes, he repeated: "Without an order from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, idlers are not allowed to enter."

The right butcher driver who was eating melon next to him suppressed the burst of laughter, and his whole body twitched: "This guard is really talented, where did His Royal Highness recruit him from?"

"A wooden stake." The Zhongzai coachman was a little worried, thinking that such an honest person in the capital is rare: "But..." The topic changed: "It's really good to guard the city gate."

Honest, ignorant of flexibility, but obedient.

What a good embryo.

Prince Fu had never felt so embarrassed.

He stood where he was, looking at the guard's face carefully, trying to remember this man.

The stalemate at the door finally attracted attention, and another group of people came over, but this time they came out of the palace, and in front of them was the familiar skinny old man—Master You Zai.

His voice was also particularly loud: "What are you shouting about? What are you doing? This is... Oh, isn't this Prince Fu?"

Prince Fu took a step back subconsciously.

The driver in the middle bumped into the driver in the right: "Your lord has come out!"

Youzai driver lowered his voice and buried his head: "You are not the same, you go back to your car, it is not good for adults to see."

Zhongzai's coachman also didn't care about watching the show, and waved to him: "Let's have dumplings together when you have time."

He hurried back to his carriage.