Li Taibai was not a member of the Three Religions, so he was inevitably a little upset after hearing this. He immediately interrupted the young Taoist who was continuing to speak, "If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go."

The young Taoist chuckled and said, "I came here to tell Senior Taibai whether he can stop causing trouble for Ding Hongsheng in the near future."

Li Taibai squinted his eyes and glanced at the young Taoist priest in Taoist robes, "Why, when will Yuan Tiangang's disciples speak for people in the Demon Sect?"

The young Taoist priest explained: "That's not the case. Recently, Master Jiechen of the Small Buddhist Temple has broken up the secrets of heaven. People in the three religions are miserable, and the energy in the rivers and lakes has begun to converge towards the court. For a person who has nothing left to do,

, this move is very bad for the Ming Dynasty where the country is peaceful and the people are safe."

"Senior Taibai is recognized as having the highest lethality in swordsmanship. With one sword thrown out, the secrets of heaven are once again in chaos. I just ask Senior Taibai not to cause trouble for those who have the power. Of course, if someone with a blind eye finds Senior Taibai's head,

, just pretend that I haven’t been to the trail today.”

Li Taibai, who was lying on the branch, sneered, "Whenever I draw my sword, I want you to take care of it."

Li Taibai, who was a bit out of touch, said very domineeringly at this moment: "Boy, if you don't accept it, hit me."

The figure of the helpless young Taoist on the side gradually became thinner and began to slowly disappear, "Xiao Dao didn't mean that. I just hope that Senior Taibai will put the overall situation first."

Li Taibai swung his sword again, and the young Taoist opened his mouth. Before he could say the last words, he quickly disappeared between heaven and earth, "If Mr. Wudang says these things to me, I will

Think about it, you are the apprentice of the old turtle, the little turtle wants to stop the old man from drawing the sword, and he is getting impatient."

After Li Taibai drew his sword, the world was full of sword energy. The old man who was no longer hiding his swordsmanship stood up slowly. On the land of Shuzhou, everyone's ears exploded, "Ding Hongsheng, I, Li Taibai, give this sword to you."

Leave Shuzhou."

In the meantime, on the ground of Shuzhou, another sword rose from the ground, cut through the sky, and went in a certain direction. However, Li Taibai, who was lying on the branch, disappeared and disappeared between the sky and the earth again.

Chang'an City, Xu Mansion.

After dinner, the old man got into a rare mood and took his old housekeeper, who had been with him for many years, for a walk. He was accompanied by a guard sent by his eldest son.

Walking on the street, the old Duke couldn't help but remember that when he, Taizu, and a group of brothers broke into Chang'an City, he was drinking on the same sunny night. Taizu, he was still drinking on weekdays.

I like to play crazy drunkard Ye Kuang. At that time, the three of them stood at the top of the city and started to compete with each other to see who could pee farthest across the moat. After taking over, he firmly occupied the first place. As for Taizu, he was very regretful that he was ranked second. That one

Crazy Ye was third. The next day, Crazy Ye said that drinking too much yesterday did not count, and insisted on competing again.

The old Duke was leaning on crutches and began to feel tired after walking a few steps. He then sat on a stone bridge and opened his somewhat cloudy eyes, wanting to take a good look at the city of Chang'an.

"I'm old, I started to pant after walking a few steps."

The old housekeeper on the side had to lower his head and did not dare to speak. There were some things that the old man said he could say, but outsiders could not. It was precisely because he knew this that he could be the housekeeper of the Xu family for so many years. In recent years, it was because of his age that

He only serves the old Duke and does not manage the affairs of the government. However, the sons of the old Duke all respect him as an old man.

The guard stood aside, always paying attention to everything around him. The old man chuckled. This boy, like his eldest son, didn't know how to adapt.

Suddenly, the flow of people near the stone bridge began to dwindle, and gradually, no one's shadow existed on the street. At the corner of the street, a bright red sedan slowly appeared, came to the stone bridge, and slowly fell down.

A person walked out. The old housekeeper and the guards stared blankly at the visitor. This was Prime Minister Zhang, who was under one person in the Ming Dynasty and above ten thousand people.

The old prince didn't even raise his eyelids. He leaned on crutches with both hands, put his head on his hands, and just looked at the deserted street quietly.

Zhang Juzheng, who was wearing an official robe, must have just come out of the Hanlin Academy. After a moment of silence, Zhang Juzheng waved his hands to shield the left and right sides. The old housekeeper and the guard looked at each other. After seeing that the old Duke did not move at all, they looked very embarrassed.

Written by Zhang Juzheng.

"You guys go down first, I have something to say with the old Duke."

The old housekeeper and the guard didn't dare to make any move, but the old Duke, who had been silent for a long time, finally nodded. After getting the answer, the old housekeeper and the guard let out a long breath and hurried away from the stone bridge.

Zhang Juzheng was sitting on the stone bridge. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Zhang Juzheng's position happened to be slightly behind the old Duke, but he could see the scene of Chang'an City together with the old Duke.

"What does Mr. Zhang want from me?"

Zhang Juzheng adjusted the sleeves of his official robe and looked at the street quietly. After night, although there was no curfew, due to the arrival of Zhang Juzheng just now, the streets were cleaned. There were not a single pedestrian on the road, but a few lights drifting in the wind on the street corners.

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"Sir, your majesty's royal study received a news today after your majesty left."

The old man said softly, obviously not very interested.

"Then you should talk to His Majesty. What does this have to do with me?"

Zhang Juzheng, who was a little embarrassed, laughed and was not angry at all, "The boss knows what is written in this booklet."

After saying that, Zhang Juzheng silently took out the folder that should have been on His Majesty's desk in the Imperial Study Room and handed it to Xu Tiande.

The old man glanced at it lightly, but did not reach out to take it.

"Why are you, Zhang Juzheng, even now?

Can you take all the folds out of the Imperial Study Room at will?"

"This is a copy. The real copy is still in the Imperial Study Room."

Hearing this, Xu Tiande snorted coldly, finally took the fold from Zhang Juzheng's hand, and slowly unfolded it in his hand.

The contents of the brochure are outrageous: under the rule of King Liang, a group of border troops massacred more than a dozen villages, falsely claimed to have encountered the Northern Qi army, killed them all, and used the heads of the common people as a form of military exploits.

In the Ming Dynasty, each vassal king had his own army, and these were their rights as vassal kings. These armies belonged to the Ming Dynasty in name, but in fact they were their private armies, so all expenses and military achievements were borne by the vassal kings.

You can decide for yourself, which is why Emperor Ming insists on reducing the vassal. But if Emperor Ming is attacked or besieged, the troops of these vassal kings have the responsibility to protect Emperor Ming's safety.

After a long time, the old Duke, who had read the zhezi, slowly handed it to Zhang Juzheng, looking at the swaying lights in the distance without saying a word.

"Is what the brochure says true?"

Zhang Juzheng put the Zhezi back into his arms and said, "I don't know, Jin Yiwei sent someone to check."

The old Duke was a little angry and knocked the crutch in his hand on the ground. "These people really don't want to live anymore. How dare they do such a thing? I'm not dead yet. Do you really think I don't have the ability to kill them?"

Zhang Juzheng can understand the mood of the old Duke. As an old man who has been in the army for half his life, he extremely hates this situation.

"Who handed over this fold?"

"A local county magistrate was a student of Chao Cuo. He wrote a letter sealing his blood and handed it into Chao Cuo's hands. According to Chao Cuo's character, he will definitely write a letter and request the emperor to investigate strictly."

The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Juzheng, with a bad thought in his mind.

"This is a conspiracy."

Zhang Juzheng showed a smile and looked at the old Duke who suddenly realized, "Yes, this is a vicious plan to deal with Chao Cuo's request to reduce the feudal vassal."

"This man knows Chao Cuo's upright character very well, so he concluded that after Chao Cuo saw the blood letter, he would report it to the emperor." The old Duke sighed slightly. After being angry, he was inevitably a little tired, but the more tired thing was undoubtedly his heart.

That disappointment.

"Can you tell whose handiwork it is?"

"There is a temple in Chang'an City called Jiming Temple, and inside Jiming Temple..."

"enough."

The old man on the side interrupted Zhang Juzheng's words. He did not believe that the old monk who had retired long ago would do such a thing, nor could he believe that the old monk who admired Yan Guan the most would personally take action.

, knocking down a loyal censor who dared to speak out and give advice.
Chapter completed!