Nanfei

Today, Chao Gang has been shocked by the thunderbolt. With such a huge change, the deeply affected court officials are very disappointed, and they are becoming less and less adapted to the current way of doing things.

Minister of the Ministry of War stroked his three-inch long beard and sighed into the dark night. Now His Majesty does not discuss things with these veterans, and the court is almost becoming the same as today.

It took dozens of years of hard work to climb to the highest position today. Is it impossible to be the puppet of today?

If it was put in the period of the first emperor, where would such a situation have occurred? Even the admirals of the Nine Gates and the Daying of the Gyeonggi, which are the most important positions related to half of the gate of the capital, even ignored their intentions and did not ask a single question. It will be decided directly.

Bingbu Shang's expression was tense, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he faintly felt that although the matter appeared to be temporarily over, it would never go on peacefully like this.

How glorious they were during the first emperor's time, but now they have only been on the throne for less than three years, and they have the mind to manipulate veteran officials.

Every literati has a great dream in his heart, to achieve the ultimate goal of "the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats rule the world together" while winning the first and last names.

After years of groping and crawling, he was finally unwilling to do so, the Minister of the Ministry of War frowned, and took an inconspicuous sedan chair at night to the residence of the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

The courtiers, who had been tossed enough in just two days, all sighed and sighed when they returned home. Every time they thought of Zhang Boren, who had moved his head, he shuddered. cold.

The censors even cried at the wind, lying on the bed biting the horns of the quilt and moaning, the burning pain on their buttocks was really unbearable.

The family members were weeping silently, and carefully administered the medicine to their master.

The noisy day just passed away in an atmosphere of joy and sorrow in several families.

The sky was clear, cloudless, and it was a beautiful day.

In a pleasant manor on the outskirts of the capital, it is now covered by dark clouds. The servants in the manor are all in fear, with their heads lowered, their necks shrunk, and their toes standing up, lest they make any noise and attract the attention of the master. If you are not happy, you will be killed.

The crisp sound of broken porcelain kept ringing, without stopping for a long time.

The faces of the servants waiting outside the door suddenly turned pale, they glanced at each other, and hurriedly lowered their eyelids, pretending that they didn't see or hear anything.

The atmosphere in the manor in the past two days was very different from that of the past. Even the famous parrot Myna hanging in front of the porch was affected, and curled up in the corner of the cage listlessly with its wings covering its head.

Zhu Hong's door was swiped open, and the people outside were startled. A slender and tall figure appeared at the door, yelling sharply, "Get out and clean up."

The servants went in frightenedly and cleaned up the mess on the ground. They didn't dare to look at the man sitting on the grand master's chair, and bowed their bodies and retreated carefully.

At this time, an obviously well-dressed eunuch hurried over from the outside, squinted at the torn pieces of porcelain brought out by the people, and threw down a sentence: "Dig a hole and bury it", and hurriedly entered the main hall. Room.

The man sitting on the chair is only in his early 20s. He has handsome and gentle features, black eyebrows and a straight nose, and soft eyes like water. When he sees him, he can't help but feel good about him and feel close to him. They look like two different people.

The man picked up the teacup and took a sip, then raised his eyes and looked at the person passing by: "Gao Sheng, have you found out clearly?" His gestures were indescribably elegant and extravagant.

Gao Sheng replied respectfully: "My lord, the people in the punishment department are very strict. No matter how much the slaves inquire, they can't find out what the nine admirals and the commander of the capital camp have committed."

The man gently placed the teacup on the table, his manicured nails were round and smooth, and his jade-like fingers slowly twitched the teacup, his long eyebrows frowned, and he sneered: "He doesn't pretend to be benevolent now. Well, in just three years, the family of the late emperor’s mother was taken under the knife, if the late emperor knew about it, would he regret his original decision?”

Gao Sheng folded his hands and drooped his eyelids, not daring to speak.

The sunlight from outside came in through the window sills and shone on the man's handsome face like jade, which seemed to coat his face with a layer of light gold. The whole person looked hazy. He lowered his head and smiled contemptuously: " It's really ridiculous that such a person with different appearances can be able to ascend to the Great Treasure."

The man raised his eyelids, with a faint smile on his face: "Gao Sheng, do you think he is so lucky that he didn't even trap the Thunderbolt that could level half the capital city, but instead he turned him back?" Come and take advantage of it, and completely control Gyeonggi in your hands."

Looking up, a flash of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he returned to his original state, his eyes were clear and bright, and he asked with a smile, "Have those who transported and buried Hong Tianlei been cleaned up?"

Gao Sheng said in a deep voice: "They were all dead two years ago. They were re-offenders on death row. If it wasn't for the kindness of the prince, how could they have been completely dead."

The man raised his exquisite jaw and smiled softly: "It's good to be dead. Where in this world is there a person with a tighter mouth than a dead man."

There is no proof of death, I am afraid that even the bones will not be found, this old account, no matter how much you search, it will not be counted on him.

Taking a sip of tea lightly, he asked leisurely, "Is there any news from the palace?"

Gao Sheng frowned: "It's strange to say that the slave sent his confidants to inquire, but there was no word of mouth beforehand, and no one dared to say a word afterward. The people who used to contact secretly were like nothing. audio."

This is not a good phenomenon. The news from inside the palace cannot be transmitted, and the news from outside the palace cannot be delivered, which is very unfavorable to the prince.

The man raised his eyelids, his whole body suddenly turned cold, his fingers holding the cup turned white, and then looked at Gao Sheng coldly: "I'm afraid that all the nails in the palace have been pulled out by him, so there is no need for someone to pass it to the palace. The news has caught the attention of the higher-ups, but it’s not beautiful.”

Gao Sheng responded humbly, and looked up at the man with a rather complicated expression.

The man saw that he hesitated to speak, and his eyes signaled him to speak quickly. Gao Sheng bent over and stepped forward, and took out a folded portrait from his arms.

The man opened it and took a closer look, his complexion changed drastically, he slapped his hand heavily on the table, the teacup on it jumped violently, making a harsh collision sound, the man laughed back angrily: "You dare to put something dirty and stinky on the table!" Fall on your body."

The man asked, "Who made this portrait?"

Gao Sheng said: "It was originally painted by the people of Sanxiaotang, but they painted two ironic skeletons, which were later polished by Qiao Zizhao. At first glance, the portraits seem to be so similar to the prince. "

The man's pupils shrank fiercely, and he sneered: "In the past, I underestimated him. I only thought he was beautiful, but I didn't expect to have such a vicious mind."

Gao Sheng was silent, and the man answered with a sudden smile, pinched the top of the portrait with two fingers and said with a smile: "Why does this king see that the person in this portrait is somewhat similar to Prince Gong, and if you look at it carefully, it looks a bit like him. What about today. Gao Sheng, what do you think?"

The dragon gave birth to nine sons, each of which is different, but they all flow from the Tian family's blood, and it is human nature to have some similarities.

Gao Sheng understood, and smiled playfully. They wanted to pour this basin of stinky water on his prince, so they wouldn't just follow the gourd and pour it back.

Zhou Panfei's eyes were crippled in the street. Even after two days, he was still a topic of conversation in the streets and alleys, and was even written into a storybook. Every teahouse competed to invite storytellers to the hall to add to the fun.

Qiao Zizhao, who was ordered by the emperor to investigate and deal with fire cases and street murders, had a black line on his forehead and took the yamen servants away to run around the streets and alleys.

After Cheng Enhou's mansion was lifted, Zhou Binghai's heart was relieved, he actively cooperated with the investigation, and handed over all the subordinates who disturbed the people and committed evil that day. Even the housekeeper was sent to Jingzhao Yin Yamen. After being beaten and bruised, he was sent back to Cheng'enhou Mansion.

While Qiao Zizhao was busy, he also specially visited Zhou Panfei who was seriously injured. Looking at the man lying on the bed with thick gauze covering his eyes, his face showed pain: "Young master is frightened. Fortunately, there is a genius doctor With help, these eyes will become more radiant and clear in less than a month."

Although he lost his job, fortunately it didn't hurt the root cause, the title is still there, and the only son's eyes were preserved. It can be described as double happiness. If you are still alive, I am afraid that you will be willing to bow down."

Qiao Zizhao asked curiously: "Such a wonderful doctor, I wonder if Lord Cheng Enhou can introduce me."

Zhou Binghai glanced at him. He didn't hear that anyone in the Qiao family was seriously ill, so he thought for a while and asked, "I don't know who in your house has a body?"

Qiao Zizhao sighed and bowed: "Our two families are not outsiders. Although the two youngsters of my family have a lot of quarrels with Mr. Zhou, it is not some deep hatred that cannot be resolved. It is just a nonsense between children. I hope Enhou Mo will argue with those two brats."

Zhou Binghai hurriedly returned the salute, and said with a smile that there is no need to take it to heart, because the relationship between our two families is why we should be so indifferent.

Qiao Zizhao cupped his hands in the direction of the palace: "To tell you the truth, my lord, I want to ask the genius doctor to show the empress dowager's phoenix body."

It is no secret that the Empress Dowager must go to the Xishan Palace to recuperate every spring.

Zhou Binghai hurriedly drove the miracle doctor to Qiao Zizhao where he stayed in the capital, and Qiao Zizhao thanked him again and again before he left Cheng Enhou's mansion.

Before he had time to get on the sedan chair, someone from the yamen hurried over: "My lord, someone from the yamen brought over several boxes of silver, a total of 10 taels. , and the remaining 5 taels will be dedicated to the adults to appease the people whose houses have been burned."

Qiao Zizhao rubbed his chin and smiled. There are such good people who are selfless and do good every day in the world. If you don't go to see the previous one to express your gratitude, it will not chill the hearts of the good people in the world.