[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Cui Jia stood silently behind the green-robed officials. He could clearly hear the obscene words of these people just now, but he didn't say much.

He has entered Gyeonggi with a bright future, and it is time for him to show his grand plans.

If Jing Zhaoyin is promoted, he will be the next Jing Zhaoyin. Everyone knows that Gyeonggi is the springboard to enter the sixth department.

He looked up at Zhao Yan, this was the first time he saw Zhao Yan since the Zhao family had an accident.

After being stripped of his domineering skin, he is nothing but a weak literati.

Many years ago, in the streets and alleys of the people in the city.

The branches are full of spring flowers, the grass grows across the river bank, and the sugar sellers are shouting with their trouser legs rolled up.

The sweet aroma fills the nostrils.

"Brother, I want to eat fried sugar man."

"It's not enough to buy the money that Mr. Sugar Man told me to buy the book."

"I do not care."

The half-grown boy was cash-strapped, so he had no choice but to buy two strings of sugar figurines, and handed only one string to the well-rounded little fat man beside him.

The sugar figure was carved into the shape of a kitty eagle, lifelike, ready to fly.

The little fat man asked, "Don't you eat the other string?"

The boy pinched his round face, "There are also a bunch of brother Ming's."

Later, the boy failed to buy a book, and was punished by his husband with a ruler, and his white hands were bruised for a long time.

After so many years, even Zhao Changning himself doesn't remember the sugar fryers at the entrance of the East Street, so what's the matter if he remembers like this.

The weather will be cloudy, and there will be thunder and rain.

Cui Jia closed her eyes, and opened them again, the corners of her brows and eyes were already icy cold.

With iron chains around her wrists, Zhao Yan looked up at the 99th floor of the Climbing Cloud Stairs.

In a daze, I saw the 16-year-old Zhao Changning raising the hem of his robe and kneeling at the foot of the Dengyun steps with all the scholars, young and white, full of elegance.

Zhao Changning, who passed the new division, is blessed but not arrogant, exactly the same as his Qing school father back then.

Today, several years later, Zhao Yan came to the 99-step climbing ladder for the second time, but she came here with a heavy shackle.

He is as silent as poplars in the wind, only a back that has never been bent and buried by the years.

Chu Yu is high above the Golden Luan Hall, and he is now the real master of this land.

To step on Zhao Yan is to step on authority.

Zhao Yan knelt under the Golden Luan Hall, a hundred feet away was a bright yellow curtain.

"Zhao Yan, are you convicted?"

A person like Zhao Yan, even in such a situation, kneels upright and beautifully. He salutes respectfully, holds a fold in his hand, and bends down.

"This is the last excerpt of the minister, please take your Majesty's imperial review."