Yao Xianzi, who was not surprised, sat down on the desk. He had no choice but to do it. There was only one chair in the study room, and Zhang Juzheng sat on it. He had to find another place to sit down.

Zhang Juzheng was still lying there, motionless, looking at the rainy world outside.

The rain outside the window gradually became lighter, just like the day when I held the hand of Emperor Ming as a child and slowly walked into the palace.

But the students and teachers who were very close to each other back then have become extremely strangers. One has become a ruthless monarch, and the other has become an unselfish leader of the ministers.

Prophet Yao took a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, tore off the seal, and drank heavily. It was hard to tell, but our Prime Minister Zhang was not ready to drink with him, so he had to satisfy his greed first.

"Hiccup, tell me how scared you are of my eldest nephew. He trembles when he sees you and can't even stand still."

Through the window, Zhang Juzheng happened to see his son, accompanied by his mother, slowly walking out of the small courtyard where the study was located and heading to the backyard.

"How can a good-looking person come from a useless person who has no morals, no ability and no talent?"

Prophet Yao placed the wine jar in his hand heavily on the desk, with an angry look on his face, "Bullshit, I am his husband, how can I not know what kind of person he is?"

Zhang Juzheng's lips trembled slightly and he stopped speaking. Yao Xianxian continued: "Zhongming knew 472 characters at the age of four and could recite poems at the age of five."

Yao Xianzhi walked down from his desk and sat not far from Zhang Juzheng, leaning against the wall, wanting to see up close how cruel this father was.

"Back then, on the West Lake, the fifteen-year-old Zhongming won praises from His Majesty with his song "Drunk Appreciation of the West Lake", and he was about to be awarded a reward. But you are good, saying that the child is young and ignorant, and one of him will enter the Hanlin Academy.

The opportunity was wasted, and he was replaced by a Nanmen tax chief. Then this kid burst into tears, and then he changed his mind. He was cynical, idle, and bullied men and women on the street all day long."

Prophet Yao made a sound, vomited on the ground, and continued: "You bullshit Nanmen tax chief, an official the size of a sesame seed, you have the nerve to ask for it from His Majesty."

Zhang Juzheng was still lying there as before, with empty eyes and no movement, as if he had a heart of stone.

"Prophet, you really don't know why?"

Yao Xianzhi, who was still about to curse, was stunned, and then poured most of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand into his mouth, feeling more depressed in his heart, just like the wine, lingering in his heart.

"You, Zhang Juzheng, are so noble and noble. I told you at that time that one day, when His Majesty takes action, I, Prophet Yao, will risk my life to rescue Zhongming."

"Need not."

"No need for shit."

"you

How can a minister of the Ministry of Etiquette be so full of foul language?"

"I'm willing, why don't you accept it? Why don't you come and have a fight?"

From time to time, the two people were heard scolding each other in the study. Fortunately, the servants had been driven away earlier, otherwise this shocking scolding would have appeared in the streets before long.

After the nonsense, one of the two people got up from the chair and stood in front of the desk. The other took advantage of this good opportunity and hurriedly occupied the only chair and sat on it with a proud look on his face.

Zhang Juzheng took a look, shook his head, took out a memorial he had already prepared from the bookshelf at the back, held a brush in his hand, and added the two words he was thinking of.

Yonghe.

After Zhang Juzheng finished all this, he put the memorial back to its original position. He looked up and saw that Prophet Yao had put the wine jar at his feet, looking a little sad.

"Can you not die?"

Zhang Juzheng smiled and said: "This is useless to me."

Two people know very well who it is useful to say, one is unwilling to say it, and the other is useless after saying it.

Yao Yao took a big sip of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine flowed down from the corner of his mouth, soaking Yao's clothes in front.

It's so damn bitter, it's not like the osmanthus wine from ten years ago, but more like the peach blossom wine from Chang'an City.

"A few days ago, you went to see Old Duke Wei. What did he say?"

Zhang Juzheng took out an inconspicuous book from the bookshelf at the back. It was just a poem he excerpted from his daily life, such as the line "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying" when Emperor Taizong praised Duke Wei after drinking.

, Weijia returned to his hometown at home, and the warriors came to guard the four directions." This made Prime Minister Zhang, who had not studied for many years, quite like it.

"When I went to see the old Duke, the old Duke refused at first because he didn't want to go down there and face the late emperor without face after his death." Zhang Juzheng held the brush in his hand and slowly wrote a line of words on the book.

"But after a few days, the old man changed his mind." Yao Xianzhi was a little confused as to why the old man changed his mind so easily. "Logically speaking, if the old man refused the first time, he shouldn't change his mind."

It’s decided, but why?”

"Because the old Duke's second son came back from the north, and because someone in the court deprived the northern frontier army of food and grass."

"He has the old Duke's prayer beads and a letter written by Xu Tianliang, his second uncle who is a general on the northern border, so I let him stand here."

Zhang Juzheng pointed to the current position of Yao Xianzhi, "Here he is, that boy is proud of himself and is a good general. But unfortunately, the boss of the old government is a loser. I left him to die in his idle position."

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"The second brother is not bad. He has fought several good battles in the north in recent years. A general will not be able to escape in the future."

"Indeed

It’s hard to say that the third child who entered Prince Yan’s Mansion was a bit clever back then, but I don’t know what’s going on now.”

"The second brother went back after getting permission from me. If nothing else, the old prince will probably say something about that matter in the near future."

Prophet Yao nodded, this was better than Zhang Juzheng standing alone in the court, isolated and helpless, but it would be even more difficult to thoroughly investigate the case in King Liang's territory.

When he saw the memorial, Emperor Ming smashed a lot of things in the imperial study room to stop his anger. Although Emperor Ming knew the contents of the memorial early in the morning, this did not affect his feelings when he saw the memorial in person.

bad mood.

The next step is for the Jin Yiwei to investigate the case, with the Criminal Department presiding over the investigation and Dali Temple assisting. As for the Qintian Prison, it seems that it has been isolated and deliberately suppressed by Emperor Ming recently. It is difficult to overshadow the Jin Yiwei in a short period of time.

"Where is King Yan?"

Zhang Juzheng let out a long sigh and shook his head, "I can't control it, but as long as I don't die, King Yan won't move. But if I die, it's hard to say."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Prophet Yao thought for a long time, and finally just asked if he could not die. You are the prime minister anyway, so it is not easy to live.

Zhang Shoufu, who had been the prime minister for fifty years, shook his head. Zhang Juzheng turned around and looked at the bookshelf, where there was a sentence given to him by his mentor.

And coincidentally, the drizzle below gradually stopped, and a ray of light came in and shone on Zhang Juzheng. The old man, who had never practiced spiritual practice in his life, was like a heavenly being, sitting in the human world.

Prophet Yao trembled his lips and stopped talking. This damn world is really unbearable.

Zhang Zhongming, who had just walked out of Zhang Mansion, was heading to the south gate of Chang'an City as usual. He happened to be on duty today, but he wasted some time at home and might be late. But for him, he didn't care. Just kidding. Prime Minister Zhang's son, the Nanmen tax chief appointed by the emperor, who dares to take care of himself.

When he goes to South Gate on weekdays, what Zhang Zhongming likes most is walking on the street with his two dogs. And the people on the road, the widow selling buns, are big and round. There was that little lady who was buying tofu, her face turned red and blood dripped from her face just by making fun of her.

I have just been urged by my mother to get married again. I am really annoyed. What is the good thing about getting married? When you get married, you will have to have someone else by your side to take care of you. It is boring and boring.

The two local dogs at your feet are your closest companions. If you give them some food, they will be loyal to you and will not bother you or discipline you.
Chapter completed!