"Is there a way to crack it?"

As an old man, I still can't bear to see a young junior being plotted by these shameless people. The old Duke spoke for the first time tonight, seeking help from Prime Minister Zhang.

Zhang Juzheng shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face, "It's not like the old Duke doesn't know Chao Cuo's character. The fact that I was able to keep the secret and not hand it over to His Majesty today is already a taboo. What's more, those border villagers who died tragically

I am no longer a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, so I will hand over the paper tomorrow due to emotion and reason. The results of the investigation will come out after the debate among the three religions." The old Duke looked lonely. As an old guy who has been used to seeing life and death for many years, he was already

He should be in a coffin, but he couldn't bear it.

"By the time?"

Zhang Juzheng was not in a good mood, and several people put the conspiracy on the table, which made him, the chief minister of the dynasty, a little embarrassed. "Don't worry, if Chao Cuo wants to live, I will try my best, but old Duke, you were just a

You have killed no less than twenty big clans with your own hands, why are you thinking of killing a few people today?"

The old prince did not refute or get angry, but subconsciously wanted to turn the prayer beads in his hand, but found that after the trip, he had left the beads in his house.

"I'm old. I have been dreaming every day in recent years. Those people who died in my hands in the spring and autumn, old, young, and young have all come to me in my dream. Everyone is holding a knife, and the blood on their bodies is still there.

If it flows, you will demand your life from me."

"On your side, I haven't had time to congratulate you on finding your long-lost daughter. How about we get married?"

Zhang Juzheng shook his head desperately. He couldn't do such a thing even if he was killed. If half of the military generals and a prime minister who was the most popular minister dared to marry, then Zhang Juzheng could imagine that Emperor Ming would happily write down the imperial edict.

The next day, he will lead his imperial army to surround his mansion, and there will be an extra room for him in the prison.

How could Xu Tiande not know about this kind of thing, so when he said it just now, it was just a joke.

At the corner of the street, three people staggered out of a tavern. The three people walked drunkenly on the street and came this way. Zhang Juzheng, who was sitting on the stone bridge, could not help but frown.

"The streets are not being cleared, so why are there still people there?"

The old Duke took a look at it from a distance and knew the reason, "That is the property of Prince Yan's palace. These three people may have been guests who stayed there before you cleared the streets, drinking."

These words gave up Zhang Juzheng, who wanted to question the Imperial Guards. Neither he nor the old Duke spoke. Instead, he looked at the three people walking towards them, reminding him of his youth.

At that time, there were three disciples of Mr. Yang, myself, Yang Pu, who liked to be with books all his life, and Yang Rong, who also had the same surname of Yang.

Among them, Yang Pu has the worst alcohol capacity, so he usually

When the three of them drank together, he and Yang Rong would often carry him back.

When was the last time you had a drink?

It seems that it was still in the early years of Longqing. In order to congratulate the current emperor on becoming the emperor, the emperor rewarded himself with ten altars of imperial wine for ten thousand years of spring. Yang Rong heard about this from somewhere, so he took Yang Pu, who was still compiling the new calendar, and the two of them

They entered the Prime Minister's Mansion without even bringing a servant or knocking on the door. They took me, who was correcting official documents, and went straight to the place where the wine was stored in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The three of them got very drunk, and in the end it was his son who killed them all.

I carried it back to the house alone.

The three people on the street were Wang Yi, Ma Shun and Li Yuan. The three of them drank from noon to evening, from sober to drunk. Seeing that it was getting late, the three of them said goodbye to the tavern owner and set foot on the street.

The road of Ziwu Lane.

Wang Yi supported Li Yuan, who had a poor drinking capacity and poor quality of wine. Ma Shun was okay and could walk on his own. Wang Yi supported the drunk Li Yuan with one hand and reached into his clothes with the other hand to grab a handful of peanuts.

, and threw it into his mouth. Ma Shun on the side was holding the wine bottle that he had not finished drinking just now, and the three of them quickly arrived at the stone bridge.

Wang Yi knew Zhang Juzheng and Xu Tiande, but Ma Shun looked familiar to Zhang Juzheng and Xu Tiande, but couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

Wang Yi, who was supporting Li Yuan, had a red face and smelled of alcohol, and asked kindly: "You two are lost, do you need help?"

The old man laughed and felt a little happy, "Children, you should take care of the two friends around you first."

Zhang Juzheng looked the same as before and didn't speak. Wang Yi scratched his head and saw that the two of them didn't seem to be in trouble, so he said goodbye and left. At the same time, he also pulled Ma Shun, who insisted on jumping in for a swim.

Zhang Juzheng looked at the direction in which Wang Yi left, and then at the waves on the water. He looked a little dazed, but the old man beside him spoke first, "Do these three people know each other?"

Zhang Juzheng let out a long sigh, "The old man also knows that drunk young man, Li Yuan, our Crown Prince of Yan. The fat bald man next to him is Ma Shun of Jinyiwei. He is often in Chang'an City on weekdays.

The person who showed up, who is still somewhat sober, should be Wang Yi, the head of the Jinyiwei Prison who was well-known in Chang'an City a few days ago."

The old Duke chuckled and picked up the crutch next to him again, "I have seen the prime minister's photographic memory again."

After that, the old man no longer continued to sit on the stone bridge, but walked down the stone bridge, "It's really boring to stay with you literati, let's go."

The powerful Prime Minister stood up, bowed deeply to the old Duke not far away, and did not get up for a long time.

The old man stood up on the street and slowly stretched his waist. He was a little tired after sitting on the stone bridge for a long time. It’s not that the old man didn’t want to read with this old man.

Let’s chat a few more words.

As a military general, he can be an official in the same palace as these heroes who only use words and pens to exchange their lives for military exploits. In their view, this is a great shame, so that is why his own brother would

He chose to stay in the north and refused to return to the court even if he died.

But Xu Tiande was different. Although many scholars died in his hands, the old Duke, who had never attended a private school in his life, sincerely admired those scholars who dared to die for the country.

When I personally conquered the capital of the Wei Dynasty, what I saw the most was not the corpses of the Wei soldiers, but the corpses of the Wei courtiers who could only be seen after opening the door of the palace.

Maybe they were in the court hall of the Wei Dynasty the day before, pointing at the Emperor Wei's nose, scolding him for being stupid, shameless, and cowardly as a mouse. But when the city was breached the next day, it was precisely these people who died the most for the country.

All the people in the house hanged themselves.

When the old prince saw that scene for the first time, he was even more shocked than when he saw the murder of two hundred thousand surrendered soldiers. Because of this, he made a rule back then that when he saw these corpses, he was not allowed to insult or destroy them.

, and buried their bodies on the spot.

There are very few people whom the old prince admires, and they, scholars, are just that kind of people.

The same goes for Zhang Juzheng on the stone bridge. As the mighty prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, what Zhang Juzheng was thinking in his heart was clear to the old prince who had lived for a hundred years. The Ming emperor knew it, and some people knew it, such as Yang Pu, who was from the same family as Zhang Juzheng.

Today, Zhang Juzheng took out the memorial and handed it to him. Although he took a look at it, he did nothing. It was just an attitude.

Xu Tiande doesn't care what you want to do. I'm just an old man who is about to die. I don't care about anything else in the world. But doing this is equivalent to shutting out the highest posthumous title, Zhongwu.

No matter how powerful Zhang Juzheng was, he did not dare to take the memorial out of the imperial study. It was a capital crime, a crime for punishing the nine tribes. So why did Zhang Juzheng bring it out, even though it was just a copy? It was obvious that this was with the permission of Emperor Ming, or

It is said that Emperor Ming ordered Zhang Juzheng to do this.

Xu Tiande didn't want to get involved. He walked to the corner of the street and looked up at the lights. They didn't look good either.

"Don't spread what happened today, and don't let anyone in your family talk about it."

The old housekeeper and the guard hurriedly lowered their heads and said yes again and again. The old prince waved his hand, "If you tell me, even if I am thinking about my old relationship, the Imperial Guard will not let you go."

At this time, the old housekeeper and the guard lowered their heads again. The old Duke finally looked back at Zhang Juzheng on the stone bridge, standing so alone between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!