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Since ancient times, great virtues have not been rewarded and great achievements have not been rewarded. If there is no sage master, it is a slanderous minister!"

"The marquis was imprisoned and died under the sword and pen; Liang Gong was imprisoned" only then did he realize the majesty of the prison officer!"

"Gakuan's heart and blood are red, from the northern palace: Yue Wu Mu Mu Zhong Zhao the sun and the moon, and the wind is in a strange way!"

"But look at how many days of jumping?! The power of heaven will be lifted up soon, and the thief will be powdered!", the bloody words shocked the hearts of people. The sound of slaughtering sounds penetrated the sky! This is not a sacrificial text. This battle manifesto issued by the gods who clearly move towards the lofty gods!

Xu Wei's voices were not to say, not shouting, but roaring. He saw that his hat had fallen to the ground at some point, his hair was loose, his eyes were bloodshot, and he beat his chest and stamped his feet. This emotion infected many people present. Someone shouted angrily: "We must thoroughly investigate this case and give Hu Gong a generation of the spirit of heaven!" Then someone immediately responded: "Yes, we have read the books of sages, and we have not heard of the principles of thinking about the ministers who resisted the insults when we are in the face of affairs." Those who harmed loyal ministers must be investigated thoroughly!"

"We must investigate thoroughly!" "We must investigate thoroughly, and thoroughly!" The sounds in the yard became louder and louder, and finally there was a tendency to be connected.

In the main hall of the Pantheon, after Xu Wei finished reciting the sacrificial text, there was a suffocating silence. All the officials could have a foreseeable feeling that something might happen to a big deal. Everyone's eyes could not help but glance at Mr. Xu, but when the old master squinted his eyes slightly and stood there with expressionless faces, as if it was nothing to do with him.

The saint's wrath is not on his face. It is impossible for an old monster who has cultivated to the level of Xu Jie to be seen from the outside. However, his hands in his sleeves trembled slightly. At this moment, "Her Old Master Xu felt like he was slapped hard in the face in public. And it was not "jumping left and right" and kept beating! The hit made Old Master Xu's eyes look like he was spinning... Although Xu Wei's boldness did not dare to openly deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, he pointed at him as his master. However, his move was like adding frost to the snow and adding fuel to the fire. It really killed the old man's life!

The other people in the cabinet had bad faces. They all knew that there were scholars who petitioned first and then Xu Wei's manifesto. Now, no matter how big the matter turned into something, someone must be responsible for Hu Zongxian's death.

A political situation is inevitable.

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The public memorial ceremony ended in a turmoil. Hu Zongxian's coffin will immediately leave Beijing under the escort of the Jinyiwei and return to his hometown Tianma Mountain.

Surprisingly, "The one who led this team and was responsible for the entire burial ceremony was Shen Mo. It turned out that Shen Mo had already requested an imperial edict to send Hu Zongxian the last journey. Although with Hu Zongxian's current mourning and honor, the court sent a court master to preside over the burial, which was considered to be the end of kindness. However, discerning people will inevitably guess whether Mr. Shen also had the intention of using this to avoid the limelight in Beijing?

After all, his life has not been easy recently. "The emperor and the cabinet both hope that he can put the overall situation first" to control the situation within a certain range; however, the public opinion that the people in Shilin demanded a thorough investigation is higher than the other. Under the pressure of these two sides, it can be imagined that Shen Mo was angry at both ends and was not pleased on both sides.

The truth is indeed the case. The emperor and Yuan Fu blamed him for his refusal to close the case. Hai Rui called him a "mediocre minister" Xu Wei scolded him, covering the sky and the sun. Even the Southeast officialdom that had always supported him had complained about him. But he didn't think about it. Before Yongding, "Who was able to vomit blood when he saw Hu Zongxian's body? So he wanted to close the case in a hurry, but there was too no one to do that. How could he be worthy of his conscience and the dead Hu Zongxian? Those who complained that he was reluctant to solve the case were too unconscientious. As the master, he must put the overall situation first.

People who are not understood are the most sad, but they can't take care of themselves. Well, "The heart of Mr. Chen" must be full of grievances and anger, right? Otherwise, they would not have written such a depressed sacrificial text... The effect of the sacrificial text is here," so that everyone understands that his grievances are difficult, even if they succeed.

In this way, the second tragic figure of the year in the eyes of everyone escorted the coffin of the number one tragic figure "from the storm of Beijing City, no matter how flooding behind him was, the corner of his clothes was wet.

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In Beijing, the eye of the storm has formed. "It will not weaken slightly because of the silence. In fact," he has never played the protagonist in this scene, so if he or not, the scene will be sung the same...

Forbidden City, Ganqing Palace, and Xihunting Pavilion.

The emperor was wearing a loose, swan-skirt suit, leaning lazily on the warm kang. Two graceful beauties were gently pinching their feet for him. Longqing snorted comfortably from time to time, but his eyes never left the paper in his hand. It was the tribute of Xu Wei copied from Dongchang.

This is the eighth time Longqing has seen this thing. When he first saw it, the emperor felt so relieved, because Xu Wei scolded the ministers very much; when he looked at it again, the emperor felt satisfied, because Xu Wei compared himself to a saint, so Longqing liked to watch it and watched it repeatedly. However, when he saw it five or six times, the emperor's expression began to become solemn... He finally realized that another stormy major policy would erupt in the first year of his rule.

"How many times is this?" Long Qing felt extremely frustrated. It seemed that he was really not suitable to be an emperor. In just one year, one political battle after another made the Korean struggle extremely unparalleled, and even worse than looking at the quietness of the late Jiajing years.

Seeing the emperor's frustrated look, Chen Hong comforted softly: "The emperor first ascended the great treasure and the court is a replacement for the old and new things, so it is inevitable that he will reshuffle the cards." He paused: "So this is not important a few times. What is important is not to have the next time."

"It's not that simple." Long Qing never thought that he could eliminate party struggles and let those ministers who were like wolves and tigers live in peace. So he passed by and said, "Let's pass the barrier in front of him first. I'll still think about a calm New Year?" He stretched out his feet and signaled the beauty to retreat. Although he was not a wise ruler, he also knew that the law would not be passed on to the well, especially the reason why the harem should not interfere in politics. Therefore, when talking about important matters, he always retreated.

After Chen Hong was left in the inner room, he asked worriedly: "What will happen this time?"

"Oh..." Chen Hong sighed before he could speak: "It's not easy to pass this level. The inside has already made a promise to the scholars in Zuo'an. Then Xu Wei has added fuel to the fire. Now the crowd is in full swing, and it's hard to deal with it." He paused and said: "A Wanlun is too light and is far from enough."

"What can I do?" Long Qing asked, "Add to Wang Tingxiang, is it enough now?"

"No matter whether it is enough or not, we can't touch him." Chen Hong shook his head slowly and said, "Who doesn't know that he is the lackey of Master Xu's lair? If you want to beat a dog, you have to look at the owner." The emperor should just wait and see if he changes, don't worry about Master Xu's lair."

"Yes," Long Qing smiled bitterly and said, "What I want to do is not important, the key is what Mr. Xu wants to do?" He said, "That day, you heard it," I made so many promises with those scholars, but they cheered, but their feet didn't move. I can see that they couldn't believe me." It was only after Mr. Xu's words that Mr. Xu said, "As long as you wish, three words, the sound of cheering below, shouting long live, and I don't know who he is calling."

When Chen Hong heard this, he sighed helplessly and said, "The emperor was very excited at first." He felt that calling to so many people was a certain and satisfying thing, so he kept savoring his feelings at that time. But the more he savored, the less he tasted it. Only then did he realize that the emperor, he said a thousand words and ten thousand words, "in the eyes of those scholars," was not as effective as Xu Ge Lao's words.

This perception made Longqing very disappointed and was depressed for several days. After all, it was one thing to take the initiative to give up authority, and it was another thing to feel the loss of authority falling behind it.

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Mr. Xu was wearing a casual robe, and was tired of sitting on the mahogany chair behind the big case. "The opposite of him was Zhu Heng, the Minister of Works, and Zhao Zhenji, the Minister of Rites. These two were Xu Jie's old subordinates, and the other had been a long-time friend who had been polite to Xu Jie's disciples. He was highly respected among the Xu Party, and his influence was incomparable to speculators like Wang Tingxiang.

At this moment, the two of them looked serious and before they could speak, the atmosphere in the room was very serious, which also indicates that the next conversation would not be pleasant.

Xu Jie's life has been very difficult recently. "It's a bit of a storm and a storm. "Now these two people come here again as if they owed them 800 yuan to hang their money." What does this mean? Xu Ge Lao knew the representative of Xu's party and the palace was here.

Seeing that they were both like "thousands of words, where to start," Xu Jie had to say slowly: "You came today, I just got a group of Miyun Dragons," and now you are cheap." The so-called "Miyun Dragons" were the royal tribute tea. The reputation of this dynasty has remained unchanged because the output is extremely high, and it is still only available to the palace... Of course, this is not a problem for Xu Ge Lao. This time, the Jiangxi Provincial Administration Commissioner lifted the tribute tea into Beijing, and he gave the three of the best five kilograms of "to honor Xu Ge Lao, who loves to taste tea.

Although Zhao Zhenji and Zhu Heng have been in high positions for a long time, they are both honest and self-reliant ministers. This time, when Xu Ge Lao's tin can was taken out, a thin tea ball that seemed to be dry and white as white as a tea ball, they saw the legendary "Miyunlong" for the first time.

The old servant Xu Fu brought tea sets and refreshments, and a pot of boiling water. Xu Jie personally soaked it, ordered soup, divided it, added water, warmed the cup, and served tea... All the procedures were done very carefully and carefully without any slight ignorance.

Zhao Zhenji and Zhu Heng were on the side, watching the entire soaking process. Unconsciously, the anxious and slanderous spirit in their hearts disappeared.

The tea was poured at this time. "There were half a cup of green tea soup in the three white pear cups. Xu Jie reached out and did a move to the two of them. Then he picked up a pear cup and sent it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

The two of them also picked up the teacup, imitated him, sniffed it lightly, then took a sip, moistened it in their mouths for a moment, then swallowed it slowly, and smiled suddenly. After drinking a cup, Zhu Heng praised: "This tea is soft and soft in the mouth" and swallowed it in his stomach." There is a refreshing fragrance floating up. The best tribute tea for hundreds of years is indeed well-deserved."

Zhao Zhenji had already drunk the second cup and nodded and smiled: "It's indeed a good tea, which reminds me of the words of my predecessors. The faint fragrance spreads through the ages. I will cultivate myself and obey the sun and the moon."

After listening to him, Xu Jie said thoughtfully: "The faint fragrance spreads through the ages, and you can practice your own self and obey your orders and the moon. It really gives you the indifferent artistic conception in tea."

Zhao Zhenji's nickname is "Zhao Zhenji" and his temper is obvious. Now that he has drunk tea and is slight, he can't wait to say: "If an official can maintain such a state of mind for a long time, he will not be close to you and smoke will be everywhere."

Xu Jie realized that this guy was setting a trap for himself. Suddenly, his mood was relieved by drinking tea and became a little bad. He replied lightly: "This is the saying of a scholar. Eating tea is not the same as being an official. The taste of indifference can be compared to tea, but it is incomparable to an official." It was enough to say that, but Xu Jie was angry and couldn't find a place to vent, and he happened to meet a cannon. How could he spare him easily: "Take Meng Jing, your own example, the imperial court set up a Governor of the Warehouse, and there was no problem with you, but Yan Song and his son disliked you, so he found someone to study it, saying that you were shirking your responsibility and disobeying your order. This caused the sage anger. "Is it easy to get your job back to your home for free. This residence has been in five years. "You said, can you feel indifferent?"

Xu Jie's words were filled with a gun, which made Zhao Zhenji's face turn red and white. He had never seen him before. He was so mean and sarcastic, and he couldn't help but stay there for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Chapter completed!