There is a saying that one should take it upon oneself. Ouyang Yijing was the vanguard of the swearing, and he cursed the most, making an imperial master in a mess and had to get out of here. 5201314926

Ouyang Yijing became famous in one battle and was randomly promoted to Shaoqing of Taichang Temple. He can be said to have reached the top in one step and became a popular figure in the sciences. Among the Xu Party, a new generation of generals.

For Ouyang Yijing, the future is very bright. Usually, after becoming a Shaoqing, he or she can either directly take a minister or release a governor. After ten or eight years, he has enough qualifications and prestige, he or she will be the master. As a three-level Jinshi, he cannot join the cabinet and become a minister. Being able to be a minister is already a fixed point in his life. The bright wind and clear moon are so bright that he or she can still find it!

Every day is like a god. The former friends of the same subject, the Censorate, and the Six Course Corps all rushed to curry favor with each other. They were so happy that they could talk to the Shaoqing who was at the peak of the sky.

Ouyang Yijing was fluttering and felt that he was a rising star.

Until one day... when he arrived at the yamen, his subordinates all saw him like a plague god, turning around and leaving. They really couldn't hide, and they could only lower their heads and not speak. The crowd like flies in the past was gone, but more and more eyes were filled with contempt and disdain.

Ouyang Yijing was completely confused. What was going on? Are you all infected?

He went to his duty room and sat in the Grand Master's chair, trying to drink tea to moisten his throat, but the water in the teacup was cold and no one was serving him.

"Bold beast, what are you going to do? Do you think I am a plague god?"

Ouyang smashed the teacup to pieces, and he was also very angry, so he wanted to find a few to come over, scold them, and ask them what they were doing for.

At this moment, someone suddenly rushed in. It was none other than his good friend Xin Zixiu. He looked ugly and ran in and grabbed Ouyang Yijing's hand.

"Oh, Brother Si Zhi, you still have time to lose your temper. The disaster is coming!"

"What?" Ouyang Yijing said angrily before he noticed it, "Brother Ziji, I have never felt guilty about doing things, what a big disaster will happen?"

Xin Zixiu rolled his eyes. We are both foxes on the same mountain. What are you talking about to me about Stories from a Chinese Studio! At this time, he still sang a high-profile voice, and he really didn't know how to die!

If we weren't good, I wouldn't have taken the risk of coming to you!

"Brother Si Zhi, let me tell you the truth. Hai Rui confiscated Lord Wang's house."

Ouyang Yijing was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "It's so arrogant. I was sick that morning, otherwise I would have to stop Hai Rui. Yuan Weng was the same, why did he let him do whatever he wanted?"

Xin Zixiu was present on the same day. His face turned red and he thought to himself that you should stop pretending. Hai Rui didn't even take the Emperor seriously. He had a head-on conflict with him and would have no good ending.

"Brother Si Zhi, don't mention the past. Hai Rui found a lot of correspondence letters, including yours."

"ah!"

Ouyang Yijing finally changed color. He widened his eyes in horror, grabbed Xin Zixiu's arm with his backhand, and his fingernails were all cut into the flesh. Xin Zixiu's teeth were grinning in pain.

"Brother Si Zhi, to be honest, is your promotion this time related to Wang Ting? They are planning to use this matter as a secret."

boom!

Ouyang Yijing was completely confused. Since he became a censor, he has impeached this person and attacked that person, and rushed forward desperately. For why, don’t he want to climb to a high position?

After defeating Gao Gong, he felt that the time was almost done. In order to get up, he had passed all the ways. Wang Ting was his former boss. He impeached Yu Dayou's case, which was also considered as having friendship with comrades. He wrote to Wang Ting, hoping that others would help clear the situation.

Wang Ting was also a friend who helped him, but who would have thought that Wang Ting would fall down just after he took office.

"Kill me!"

Ouyang Yijing slammed the table and stomped his feet, feeling so depressed. He specifically caught other people's faults, and he knew exactly how to harm others.

No doubt, those who are interested will make a big fuss and completely pull him down.

And once you lose your official position this time, you will never get up again. Moral bankruptcy is a disaster for a censor who regards morality as life, and the end of the world!

Ouyang Yijing's face turned from red to white, oily to black, and eventually turned into miserable green, and his facial features became sad. He hated so much!

I hate Hai Rui, Wang Ting, and myself!

"Brother Ziji, I want to see Yuanweng. Only he can save me. I want to go!" He stood up in a hurry and walked outside.

Xin Zixiu rushed over a few steps, grabbed Ouyang Yijing, pressed him back to his seat, and was furious, "Brother Si Zhi, are you stupid? Going to find Ge Lao at this time, isn't you causing trouble for him?"

"Then, what should I do?" Ouyang Yijing burst into tears.

Xin Zixiu sighed deeply, "Brother Si Zhi, listen to me. No matter what, if Hai Rui attacks, you have to bear it and not implicate others. As long as we are all here, you are safe. At worst, you can get back on the ground after a few years. You will still be a good man. Do you understand?"

"I understand..." Ouyang Yijing suddenly raised his head and stared at Xin Zixiu with his eyes, which scared him so much that he was furious. How could human eyes look like wolves!

"Brother Ziji, tell me the truth. Did Master Ge ask you to come?"

Xin Zixiu had nothing to say, Ouyang Yijing got closer again, gritted his teeth and growled, "Say it!"

Forced to no avail, Xin Zixiu nodded.

Ouyang Yijing finally recovered a little calmer. He let go and sat down on the chair dejectedly, as if he had been hollowed out. He wanted to laugh twice, but it was even worse than crying.

Mr. Xu had to send someone to shut up. Things must be worse than expected. At least it proved that Mr. Xu could not cover up and needed to resist the storm by himself.

As a censor, he has been prepared since the day he entered the officialdom. For him, the officialdom was a battle. If he won the bet, he would be successful, and if he lost the bet, he would be ruined.

But he never thought that he had encountered the most tragic thing. He just won a big shot and could leave his life and lost all his money and nothing left!

Ouyang Yijing seemed to have accepted his fate and said dejectedly: "Brother Ziji, don't worry, I won't say what I should say, I won't say what I shouldn't say, I just want to ask the elders and the big guys to protect my family and not harm my wife and children, and I will be content."

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. Seeing his old friend so lonely, Xin Zixiu shook his head and lamented.

"Brother Sizhi, don't worry. I can't stay for a long time, say goodbye."

Xin Zixiu left in a hurry, Ouyang Yijing suddenly stood up and walked around the duty room, stretched out his hand, stroked the mahogany table and chair, stroked the pen, ink, paper and ink on the table, and asked his seal official to guard against everything. Everything made him nostalgic and difficult to give up.

How wonderful the taste of power is, how sad the pain of losing power is. Until the evening, all the colleagues left, Ouyang Yijing came out of the yamen alone, wandering around, and was confused, and did not go home, so he went straight to the front door...

"No., No., Ouyang Yijing, the cursed god, fell into the water and drowned in Shichahai!"

In recent years, there have been more and more newspaper boys in the capital. They can hear their loud voices early in the morning. From high-ranking officials to peddlers and pawns, they all like to spend three copper coins and buy a newspaper to see what’s new.

Ouyang Yijing became famous because of impeachment of Gao Gong and was also considered the number one figure.

He died suddenly, which caused a great sensation. A businessman passed by and hurriedly paid for it, bought a copy, held it in his hand, and only half of it was seen, and tears came out of laughter.

"Retribution, retribution!"

This neighbor of Gao Gong knew that Gao Ge was honest and upright, and vigorously rectified the market. The eunuchs and Taoists who were rampant everywhere were all controlled by Gao Gong.

Thinking of the benefits of Mr. Gao, I naturally hate those shameless censors, and laughed so hard that tears came out. It turns out that God has eyes!

Others are not like this, but the four ministers, famous ministers, suddenly died. Who can not be curious about what the reason is?

For a moment, public opinion in the capital was in an uproar and all officials were alarmed.

"Sir, you didn't order this Ouyang Yijing?" Shen Mingchen said half-jokingly.

Tang Yi actually nodded, "I do want to do it, but someone is faster than me."

"What?"

Shen Mingchen was so shocked that he shouted, "Sir, are you really going to kill someone secretly?"

Wang Yin held the tobacco pipe pot and knocked it on Shen Mingchen's head.

"What's the big cry? Ouyang Yijing is just an ant. What's the difference between pinching him to death and pinching a bed bug to death? Is it worth making a fuss?"

Shen Mingchen touched his head and said embarrassedly: "I also thought about capturing Ouyang Yijing and being able to lead Xu Jie out!"

"Dream!" Wang Yin sneered: "Who is Xu Jie? He will leave a handle like Wang Ting? Only when Ouyang Yijing dies, will people think a lot and burn the fire to the fullest."

"Why do I feel like I'm adding fire to my life?" Shen Mingchen said in confusion.

Mao Kun smiled, "Ju Zhang is right. Xu Huating has been practicing for so many years and is like a thousand-year-old demon. If you want to kill him, you will never be able to do it without human blood sacrifice to the sword! Fortunately, Ouyang Yijing's shit-making sticks are not good things, so you don't have to worry about death."

I have to say that the censors finally succeeded in arousing everyone's anger, but they didn't notice it yet and thought that the truth was on their side...

Ouyang Yijing was so confused that the censors were all in a mess. They rushed to Ouyang Yijing's home to pay their respects. Ouyang Yijing's wife was crying and she cried so hard that she was so sad.

"The master's body was taken away by the Jinyiwei people. The hawks said that the master had a case and God killed him! Everyone was dead, and they wouldn't let him go, beast!"

Listening to Ouyang Yijing's wife's heart-wrenching shouting, every censor present felt that his face was swollen.

A censor named Zhan Yangbi stood up, and before he could speak, he wiped his tears first, feeling sad and angry.

"Dear colleagues, what have our strong and upright censors been bullied? Can everyone still bear it?"
Chapter completed!