Chapter 93                                                             �

Zhou Mengchen said in a trembling voice: "Is there really no other way?"

Zhang Juzheng said: "This matter is back, unless you can let Your Majesty speak. Otherwise, the words------"

Zhou Mengchen thought to himself: "Maybe this is the only way. Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang, it's not that I don't give you face. But the money is in your hands, and it's the same as the court in the hands of the palace."

How could Zhou Mengchen not know that it was different? The Minister of Revenue could control the money from the Ministry of Revenue. However, if you want to get the money from the palace, it would be difficult to deal with. This is equivalent to putting Fang Du in the process. But Zhou Mengchen couldn't care about it at this moment.

Money can make the devil push the mill.

The emperor was actually the same. With Jiajing's living standards and luxury, he was always short of money. However, what he needed was big money, not small money.

Two million taels are considered a big sum of money.

It’s just that if you can sell the emperor one by one, Zhou Mengchen doesn’t know.

After all, Jiajing was never the kind of incompetent emperor who sold official positions. Two million taels would probably please the emperor, so how the rest would happen? Zhou Mengchen didn't know.

At this moment, Zhou Mengchen and Zhang Juzheng were discussing.

The Yan Party also held a secret meeting.

Yan Song sat on his head, his eyes slightly closed, and he looked like he was sleeping but not sleeping. It was time to come.

The Minister of Personnel Wan Tong, the Minister of Revenue Fang Dun, the Minister of Works Ouyang Bijin, and the Minister of Justice He Ao. All four ministers were there. The remaining officials, including Yan Shifan, had a total of more than a dozen. They were all the backbone of the Yan Party in Beijing, among which Zhao Wenhua, the Minister of Justice, was also listed.

Yan Shifan was the last one to come in. He pulled his clothes away when he came in and said, "Why is this floor heating so hot?"

Now boiler heating has become popular throughout the Ming Dynasty. Even some high-ranking officials in Jiangnan have to use it in winter. But now it is spring. To be honest, heating is no longer needed. However, Yan Song is old, lacks qi and blood, and is afraid of the cold. He is still retained.

But Yan Shifan had too many daily entertainment activities, and probably didn't come to see his old father for a while. He didn't notice this at all.

After hearing Yan Shifan's words, Yan Song's eyes, which were slightly closed, suddenly opened. A trace of light appeared on his turbid eyes, looking at Yan Shifan. Yan Shifan felt cold all over and sat down with his hands hanging down, not daring to say another word.

"Everyone is here." Yan Song's eyes then became turbid again, and his voice was filled with the vagueness that was unique to the old man, as if he was holding something in his mouth. He said, "It's time to talk about things. Brother Wan, this matter has something to do with you. Tell me, the things on it can be refuted. Those cannot be refuted. Let everyone be prepared."

Wan Tong slowly opened his mouth and wanted to say something. He looked around and finally turned into a sigh and said, "Mr. Wan, I, who was so angry that I was a son of my own. I sat at home for ten years. I thought that I would be promoted to be the official of the Ministry of Personnel in this life. I wanted to do my best to do my best to help me. But this situation was not enough. At this point, there was nothing to say. I was not careful in my actions. I had caught a handle and had no words to face my grace. Facing the people of the world, the only thing I could do was to delay for a few more days and give me some reaction time."

Yan Song sighed and said, "It's really reached this point."

Wan Tong said, "Xu Jie's sword is quick and ruthless again, it's really ----" Wan Tong said this, stood up, bowed to Yan Song, and said, "I won't participate in the meeting below. But I have been taking good care of you for so many years, but when I am leaving, I have also given my heartfelt words."

Yan Song said, "Brother Wan, please tell me."

Wan Tong said, "Anyone has a beginning and an end is this destiny. I, Wan Tong, is about to be seventy years old now, and how many years older than me, this world is no longer our world. You must also prepare for the kindness."

Yan Song closed his eyes and said, "Well, you go. But don't worry, this matter is at most just a rural residence, and there will be no other things. I will be old in the future and I will ask you to entertain you when I go home."

Wan Tong said, "Wand is waiting for the great honor of Jinxian." Then Wan Tong glanced at Yan Shifan, Zhao Wenhua and others, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Then he took a big step out.

When Wan Tong was young, he was actually very ambitious. Otherwise, he would not have angered Jiajing because of his letters and told him about it, and ended up living in the countryside for ten years. He had ups and downs several times in his life. Many things were almost understood at a glance. He knew that someone must have communicated with Xu Jie. But he didn't know who it was.

But he also had doubts about the target, which were Yan Shifan and others. He told Yan Song a long time ago that Yan Shifan and others had done too much, even if they wanted money, they would be moderate, and they should be more enjoyable. However, Yan Shifan never cared about it. Yan Donglou was extravagant, and the whole city of Beijing was famous. According to legend, there were too many women in Yan Donglou, and many women were trapped in the boudoir, hungry and thirsty, and they actually kidnapped the young man in the street. The joy of the night made the man look haggard and seriously ill.

Wan Tong also took on the airs of his elders several times and scolded Yan Shifan.

He suspected that it was Yan Shifan's work, and even if it was not Yan Shifan's hint.

However, it is useless to be divorced. Even if he complained in front of Yan Song, it is useless. At this moment, he sneered in his heart: "I see when will you be rampant?" After Wan Tong left, the atmosphere of this meeting was a little depressed. Before Yan Party, there had not been such a big loss.

Yan Shifan said: "Father, if you don't return the color of your life today, people in the world will look at us."

Yan Song's voice was still so slow and vague, and he said, "What do you mean?"

Yan Shifan said: "Nie Bao, Minister of War, take him into action."

"Nie Bao has been in the Ministry of War for a long time. I have observed the movements several times. Your Majesty also has plans to replace people. Besides, in the Jiangnan affairs, a mere hundred Japanese pirates have caused trouble in the world. This is not the fault of the Minister of War, but who is the fault."

"This alone is probably not enough." Fang Dun interrupted.

Yan Shifan looked at Fang Dun with a sneer and said, "It's not enough, there's also. Ouyang Xiu can even remove the ashes. Nie Bao can't. As long as the momentum is strong enough, you can always find flaws. Moreover, Yang Bo, a Shanxi man, stared at the position of the Minister of War, for not a day or two. He was led into the game, what should he do?"

"It's you, Shangshu Fang. Now you are very close to Zhou Mengchen, but you don't know if Shangshu Fang has new plans. If the mountain looks like a flash, you think the big tree in Yan's family is not good."

Fang Dun sneered and said, "This is Your Majesty's job. What can I do? Could it be that I will not give you the job."

Yan Shifan said, "Is that so? I heard that your uncle and nephew are worthy of each other?"

Fang Dun said, "In the officialdom, there are always scenes. I heard that the little master and Zhou Mengchen had a good relationship back then. I don't know if I saw him now, what should I call him?"

"You------" Yan Shifan said angrily with some incompetence.

As an old minister, Fang Dun was not used to Yan Shifan. Fang Dun had his current position, and he was promoted by Yan Song. However, he also relied on his true skills. Even without Yan Song's promotion, Fang Dun might not be able to become the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, but there was no problem with the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

He is different from Wan Tong. Wan Tong is Yan Song's direct line. Fang Dun may not be able to continue to mingle in the officialdom without Yan Song. And everyone understands. Fang Dun may not understand when he came just now. After seeing Wan Tong's actions, he already had guesses in his heart.

He even despises Yan Shifan.

"Okay." Yan Song suddenly said loudly: "That's all."

As soon as Yan Song spoke, everyone was silent. Yan Song's tone slowed down and he said vaguely: "Zhongmin is right. We are all doing things for Your Majesty. Your Majesty's affairs are the first thing, and nothing can be delayed. This is the most important thing. The primary and secondary must be distinguished. Zhongmin."

Zhongmin is the word Fang Du.

Fang Dun immediately stood up and bowed and said, "Good look."

"I heard that the Ministry of Revenue is going to make a big move, it is about money law." Yan Song asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!