Ye Hua couldn't figure out why Zhao Er wanted to be an embroidered wardrobe. You must know that this was a plague god that everyone could not avoid. If Chai Rong had not forced him, Ye Hua wouldn't have wanted to do it.

"Can you tell me the reason?"

"It's very simple. I don't have the talent of my elder brother, I can't practice martial arts well, and I'm a martial artist at home, and I can't take the imperial examination. If I don't get into the embroidered squad, I can only rely on my kindness and become a small official. Wouldn't that make my master feel embarrassed!"

"Please pull me in!" Ye Hua cursed angrily, "You are not very skilled in being a teacher. You can still fight for the formation and kill enemies. Why can't you? As for learning literature, I will ask Master Feng to help you find a master of great scholars and scholars. If you study hard for ten years, you will get a Jinshi. What's the difficulty of getting a master of literature? What does it mean to be unable to succeed in martial arts? "

Zhao Er was silent for a while and raised his head, "Master, you don't seem to want your disciple to embroider the clothes. Can you ask for the reason?"

reason?

Is this still necessary to ask?

Ye Hua knew Zhao Er so well. He was smart and paranoid, and he was poisonous and scorching in his bones. If he had joined the embroidered wardrobe, he might have made a lot of noise! ​​In Ye Hua's heart, he was always on guard against Zhao Er. Even if he didn't plan to kill someone, he would not be prepared to give Zhao Er a chance.

The master said silently, and Zhao Er sighed, "Master, you can't stay in the embroiderer for long, right?"

"Yes, I've been there for a long time, and Your Majesty won't feel at ease."

"Can the master's hard work be handed over to outsiders for free?" Zhao Er became particularly serious. He clenched his fists, "Master, let me say something you are bored, your situation is very unfavorable!"

Zhao Er stretched out his upper body and said seriously, "Master, the civil servant cannot tolerate you, and you will not win over the martial arts. Just relying on Your Majesty's holy family, what if Your Majesty changes his mind? The disciples think that Master is good at planning the country, clumsy in planning for self-pacity, and too kind, and it is easy to be plotted against by villains."

"As long as I enter the embroidered wardrobe, even if my master is not here, I can still act as my master's eyes and ears, helping my master to shelter the wind and rain, and protect my family..." Zhao Er wanted to say further, and he was hit hard on his forehead!

"You treat me as a waste, right? You still need to shelter me from the wind and rain? If you boy enter the embroiderer, it would be great if you don't attract wind and rain for me!"

Zhao Er covered his forehead and suddenly became happy, laughing and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master!"

"Thank me?"

"Well, Master said, as long as it doesn't cause any trouble, let the disciples join the embroidered clothes, and the disciples will do the same!" Zhao Er's eyes were bright, like two little stars.

The boy was filled with excitement from head to toe.

He gave some reasons, but the most important thing was that he liked the work of a garment embroiderer.

The supervisors are doing the wind and rain in secret, and the officials are trembling, and the world is shocked... More powerful than being a general, making everyone in the world afraid of themselves, that feels so beautiful...

I have to say that everyone has their own ambitions. This guy Zhao Er and the embroidered man are really suitable. It is a perfect match made by heaven.

Of course, Ye Hua needs someone to stay in the embroidered robes. Zhao Er is right and needs to learn to pursue his own life... In fact, Ye Hua hid a lot of things in secret, such as Yang You, Liu Chuang, and many others. Even in the army, there are many young generals who obey Ye Hua and follow him alone!

For a long time, Ye Hua has been fighting alone, and none of his followers and interest groups have emerged, as if he is a lonely minister.

In fact, this is an illusion. At the grassroots level, Ye Hua's strength is very huge, such as the Hu team in Youzhou, the Huitong No. in Luoyang, and the workers in the Champions League... These forces are usually hidden in corners that cannot be noticed. Once Ye Hua encounters danger, look at it, they will emerge instantly.

However, what Zhao Er said makes sense. In the court, especially the embroidered messenger who was established by one, it would be too unreasonable to leave no traces of himself.

"No!" Ye Hua flatly refused, "The embroidered messenger must have real skills. It is not enough to be my disciple alone!"

Zhao Er was almost vomiting blood by his master. He stared at him and said, "How about Master wanting disciples?"

"You have to prove yourself!"

"How to prove it, please give me a question!"

Ye Hua thought for a while, "The temple was investigated, and the monks and nuns were sent to Youzhou, but the case was not over yet. We need to make a final conclusion, clarify the matter, and then we can make it public to the world."

Zhao Er immediately said, "Master means... to be a whistle or to fabricate evidence? The disciple must be able to do it!"

Ye Huashang gave him a big roll of eyes!

This girl is such a natural embroiderer, no one is more suitable than him!

"What I want is to truly prove and thoroughly expose the temple economy. Even if it has been thousands of years, our conclusions can stand scrutiny. Only in this way can everyone be convinced!"

"It's so troublesome!"

Zhao Er scratched his head, saying, "Master, are you serious?"

"Get out if you don't have the ability!" Ye Hua said bluntly.

Zhao Er gritted his teeth, "Please rest assured, my disciples must have a solution!"

Zhao Er turned his head and went down. He first found all the files, stayed up all night, and touched the situation. The next day he went to the imperial prison with red eyes.

The most critical prisoner at present is the one-armed old monk. As the host of Daxiangguo Temple, he has been a monk for another fifty years. He knows too much. Only by prying open his mouth can he make up everything.

But the problem is that since the old monk entered the imperial prison, he has not spoken a word and has no way to deal with him by all means.

"Our method can only treat the living, he is a dead person." Han Deren spread his hands and said he was powerless.

Zhao Er was very rude, "You really came from the barbarian land. You are too rigid in mind! If he wants to die, let him die! Not to mention the living dead, even the King of Hell, we can pry open his mouth! Without this ability, you are the embroidered messenger! It's embarrassing!"

Han Dejun was so angry that he was scolded that he clenched his fists.

"It's useless to be ruthless with me! Tell you, the embroiderer, you must have a brain!"

Zhao Er pulled him to his side, "Prepare as I said."

When he finished speaking, Han Derang was stunned and couldn't help but give out his thumbs up. Without saying a word, he immediately went down to make arrangements.

Zhao Er was full of confidence again and went to find Ye Hua and asked his master to watch the show.

A good show!

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the old monk waited for a pot of wine, two bowls of vegetables, a plate of steamed buns, and a bottle of crane red!

"This wine is vegetarian wine. If the old monk wants to, I can go and change it to a good banquet for you. Anyway, it will be the last meal."

The old monk's mouth raised, "I can go to the Western Paradise for a perfect merit! This leather bag has been shackled by me for seventy years. Once I give it up, I still want to be greedy for some desire!"

After saying that, the old monk grabbed the crane head and couldn't wait to drink it. As for what he had eaten, he didn't move at all.

After the medicine was finished, the old monk fell to the ground with a happy smile on his face.

I don't know how long it took, but the old monk opened his eyes again. Because the light was dim, he couldn't see clearly, and could only hear wailing sounds, endlessly... Suddenly, two guys came to pull him, one with horns and the other with a long big face.

ah!

It's a cow's head and horse's face!

No!

I have achieved success in my cultivation and should go to see the Buddha. How could I come to hell?

No, no!

The old monk shook his head desperately, and he ignored the cow head and horse face. They stretched out their cold hands, raised the old monk, and walked quickly to a bridge.

There was a stone with shadows and you could see the three words "Naihe Bridge". On the bridge, an old woman was muttering in a strange voice, "Pastors passing by, drink a bowl of Mengpo soup!"

"Ah! It's really hell!"

The old monk exclaimed, "You let go of me, why did you go to hell? How could you?"

The bullhead laughed, his voice with metallic echoes, cold and terrifying.

"You ask us, why not ask her!"

As they said that, they waved their hands and suddenly a figure appeared from the edge of the bridge. They were dressed in white, covered their hair, covering their faces. They cried before they could speak.

"Brother, do you still remember your little sister?"

"Sister? Why are you here?"

"Brother, after the little sister was hanged, she was lonely and helpless for fifty years and wandered around the Naihe Bridge. Unexpectedly, she waited for her brother today!"

The old monk trembled all over and shivered. He suddenly shouted, "No, it's not! I offer you spiritual cards, recite scriptures every day, and I burn incense and blessings for you. Why did you go to hell? Shouldn't you be in the Pure Land?"

The woman smiled sadly, her voice full of sadness, "Brother, do you really not know? In a chaotic world, how many people have worked hard but cannot afford food and clothing. You do not farm but eat, don't weave clothes, and make dangerous words to deceive fools. For fifty years, what you have done and done has been so sinful. Where can you go if you don't go to the Avici Hell?"

"You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense!"

The old monk suddenly went crazy and poked out his thin hands to grab his sister.

"You witch, how dare you mess with me? You deserve to die!"

At this moment, on the other side, a figure with a sore face and a foul smell came over.

"My husband, you killed me. I have been waiting for you for fifty years, and you are finally here!"

The old monk was so scared that he sat on the ground.

The woman fell step by step and came for him, "You left money for me at that time, but someone saw me. They snatched me from me, beat me seriously injured and threw me into the wilderness. It was cold and I wailed for three days and three nights before I died... My husband, do you know how much sin I suffered? There are rats who chewed my flesh and drank my blood when I was still alive!"

The old monk was completely stunned and said in panic, "You, you are not a wife, I didn't kill you, I have returned the money, how can you pester me?"
Chapter completed!