Originally, no matter what happened to the Nanzhen Fushi, it would have to have five thousand households.

Unexpectedly, there are two thousand households left now.

This is really something that people never imagined.

But it is normal. The Jinyiwei is now in a weak position. In front of the Western Factory, it can be said that he was raised by his stepmother.

What's more, the Nanzhen Fushi.

If we say that the Jinyiwei department is now raised by the stepmother.

Then Nanzhen Fushi is raised by the stepmother's stepmother.

Of course, although the yamen of Nanzhen Fushi is a bit dilapidated, this yamen is still extremely large.

Looking back at the time when Jinyiwei was incredible, he also did the job here.

At that time, there were five thousand households in the Nanzhen Fushi Office, and in this yamen, there were five or six hundred people on standby at any time.

Lin Fan followed the Jinyiwei and said with a smile: "This brother, I'm just here for the first time. I don't know what the situation is going on in our Nanzhen Fushi. Is this Qianhu in Huafeng easy to talk to?"

The Jinyiwei walking in front seemed much younger than Lin Fan.

But he is an ordinary person.

The Jinyiwei was passed down from generation to generation, with father passing through son and son passing through grandson.

The first generation of Jinyiwei was like the Western Factory, with many talents and countless powerful monks.

If there are people who are suitable for practicing among each generation of Jinyiwei monks, they will pass on their own skills.

Then this son who can practice takes over his errands.

But only a few people who can have the talent for cultivation are after all.

As time goes by, the number of ordinary people in the Jinyiwei yamen is increasing.

The number of monks is getting smaller and smaller.

This man was named Zhou Xiaojun, and he also replaced his father's position and worked as a servant in the Jinyiwei Yamen.

Now he is only eighteen years old.

"Deputy Qianhu Lin, you're too worried about this. Our Nanzhen Fushi Department has nothing to do now, so everyone can talk to." Zhou Xiaojun said.

When Lin Fan heard this, he immediately understood.

Zhou Xiaojun's words also make sense.

If the Nanzhen Fushi Office holds great power, all of them will have the power and respect themselves, and it may be difficult to speak.

But now, Nanzhen Fushi is a clear yamen, and everyone is poor and you may not pay attention to you if you make a fuss.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan knew it.

But he became more and more confused.

What exactly did Wei Zheng want to do when he arranged himself in such a department?

Soon, Lin Fan followed Zhou Xiaojun and came to a courtyard.

Hua Feng was lying on a chair, eating fruits, looking at the famous paintings in his hand.

Hua Feng is over fifty years old, but he is not young anymore, and he is also a cultivator in the late stage of Jiexian Realm.

He held a famous painting in his hand and pondered it carefully.

"Hua Qianhu." Zhou Xiaojun said, "This is Lin Fan, who serves as your deputy Qianhu."

"Oh." Hua Feng raised his head and looked at Lin Fan, and he was immediately confused. So young?

Now Nanzhen Fushi is almost becoming a nursing department.

Except for the elderly, most of the people transferred were rushed to the marginalization.

But this kid is so young, who has offended him and been arranged to come here?

However, Hua Feng didn't care too much. He waved his hand slightly, and Zhou Xiaojun said goodbye and left.

Lin Fan said: "I have met the Qianhu Lords in the Lower."

"Okay, you're welcome. I'm Qianhu, aren't you also a deputy Qianhu?" Hua Feng said: "Sit down. Since I'm in charge, I'm my own people, so don't be restrained."

Lin Fan sat next to Hua Feng, looked at the painting in Hua Feng's hand, and asked, "Is it okay for Lord Qianhu to speak like this? I like calligraphy and painting?"

"Overall." Hua Feng couldn't help but look up at the high-walled courtyard around him and said, "Our Nanzhen Fushi Department has nothing to do on weekdays. What else can you do except playing some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

At this moment, a subordinate suddenly ran over and said, "Hua Qianhu, the Lord of the Prayer asked you to go urgently, and you have important instructions."

When Hua Feng heard this, he frowned.

A long and comfortable life made Hua Feng become lazy. He said: "It's really true that the Lord of War is a big deal."

After saying that, he stood up and said to Lin Fan: "Lin Fan, you are idle anyway, so let's go and have a look around here first."

"Yes." Lin Fan nodded.

In a hall.

The scrupulous Kong Minglong sat above, and there were two thousand households below.

Hua Feng and another Qianhu, Zhao Qian.

Kong Minglong and Hua Feng are both old men passed down from generation to generation by the Jinyiwei, but Zhao Qian is different. He offended people and was brought into the Jinyiwei South Town Fushi.

Hua Feng looked at Kong Minglong, who was drunk and laughed and said, "Mr. Shufu, I wonder what's wrong with calling us both in a hurry?"

Although Kong Minglong still smelled a lot of alcohol all over his body, he had already woken up completely the moment he received the news.

Kong Minglong said with a gloomy face: "Two colleagues, the superiors secretly gave us a task to capture one."

Hua Feng and Zhao Qian couldn't help but look at each other.

Hua Feng laughed and said, "Mr. Zhenfu, isn't arresting people a business of Beizhenfu Division? Why do we have to let our Nanzhenfu Division take action?"

Zhao Qian, who was standing beside him, asked: "Is it possible that the person who is going to be arrested is the person inside our Jinyiwei?"

Only the people inside the Jinyiwei will be arrested by the Nanzhen Fushi.

"Yes." Kong Minglong nodded slightly, and he said, "Catch Wu Mingkun!"

"What?"

Hua Feng and Zhao Qian were shocked, their faces full of incredible expressions.

"Are you right? Master Zhenfu, are you trying to arrest Commander Wu?"

Who is Wu Mingkun?

That was the commander of the Jinyiwei, a third-rank official, not to mention that he was in charge of the Northern Town Fushi.

Although the Jinyiwei is much less powerful now, the Beizhen Fushi is still a considerable force.

"This is an imperial edict." Kong Minglong slowly took out an imperial edict and said, "No matter whether Wu Mingkun is our immediate superior or not, this is His Majesty's order. Can you understand?"

Hua Feng said calmly: "Since Your Majesty wants to move Commander Wu, let the Xichang take action and let us go. Isn't this offending the colleagues in the Death Jinyiwei?"

Wu Mingkun is His Majesty's confidant, and he even holds countless powers in the Jinyiwei.

Although the Jinyiwei is now far inferior to the Western Factory, Wu Mingkun still cannot be underestimated.

What's more, they are still Wu Mingkun's subordinates. Is it so easy to catch others?

"This matter is what Your Majesty meant. I didn't hear the two complaints." Kong Minglong said in a deep voice: "You should do your business quickly."
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