Money is a magic weapon for them.

And now.

Zhu Zhen sat quietly, feeling a strong sense of sleepiness.

He suddenly shivered.

A sad thought popped up in my mind.

For the first time, he felt that he was old.

Age is not forgiving.

Zhu Zhen, who once thought that he would be able to survive Xie Tianyao's longevity, suddenly lost confidence himself.

noble......

Scholar-official group......

New aristocracy.

Liangzhou.

When Zhu Zhen thought of these things, he felt more and more deeply tired.

He stood up shakily and walked to the courtyard.

The housekeeper followed behind and put a cotton-padded jacket on his shoulders.

A winter night with a sparse moon and stars.

Zhu Zhen looked up at the sky.

Then, there was a violent cough.

Night in Beijing.

Very quiet.

But who still cares that a tragic fight is going on in Liaodong?

That Minister Liu, who was feared by everyone, is now in the tomb, digging through the earth to find the imperial seal?

Zhu Zhen suddenly smiled bitterly.

Dragon flames, dragon flames.

Holy lord, holy lord.

Heaven, heaven.

Holy lord...

I'm afraid, veteran, I can't walk with you for any longer.

Zhu Zhen once made a vow.

If Xie Tianyao dies before him, then he will lead the scholar-bureaucrats to a higher point...

But if I walk in front of Xie Tianyao.

So......

At this time, he felt that his old and tired body could no longer bear the responsibility of the entire bloated and huge group of scholar-bureaucrats moving forward.

Tired.

Tired.

He was even looking forward to seeing how high this group of young people like Liu Shilang could take the Dragon Flame to?

The next day.

Zhu Zhen was seriously ill and bedridden.

The entire Long Yan was in an uproar.

Jinghua's secret agents were everywhere, and everyone knew that the Dutch businessman Davis had just gone to see Zhu Zhen the night before.

Who doesn't know that he must have given Zhu Zhen enough attractive benefits.

Everyone believes that Zhu Zhen will firmly support the signing of this contract.

However.

He didn't.

He is sick.

As the leader of the scholar-bureaucrat group in Long Yan's country, he did not express any views on this matter.

all of a sudden.

The entire atmosphere in Jinghua became weird.

The emperor first sent the imperial physician to visit Zhu Zhen.

Wind and cold.

Old people cannot withstand this kind of wind and cold.

Various complications arise.

When the imperial doctor heard back, the old minister was a little confused.

"What's the meaning?"

Xie Tianyao smiled coldly: "Is this old ghost starting to pretend to be confused? Hmm? Pretending to be confused?"

In the Yangxin Hall, several imperial doctors were kneeling on the ground, terrified.

Bang!

Xie Tianyao slapped the desk hard and said angrily: "What does this mean? How many meanings does it mean? Who will tell me?"

"A mere tea trade, the King of Qin suggested rejecting it..."

"It's better now. The old ghost Zhu Zhen is also lying down!"

He was furious: "Just one word from Shilang Liu?"

"Just based on his words?"

"My gold and silver are just gone?"
Chapter completed!