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"Good, good ......" is also in front of the big book, when Yan Song said these two "good" words, his mouth was trembling, and even his head and beard were shaking, which suddenly showed the symptoms of the old man's stroke. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Shifan was originally walking back and forth like a sleepy beast, but when he saw Luo Longwen and another middle-aged official walking towards Yan Song with a panicked look, he also stopped and looked at his father.

Luo Longwen and the others had already rushed to Yan Song's side, helped him, and stroked his back: "Pavilion Elder, Pavilion Senior, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry......"

Yan Song slowly stopped trembling, but his eyes were still straight, looking at the note on the bookcase in front of him.

"How dare this surnamed Chen do this!" The middle-aged official on Yan Song's right continued to caress his back while saying indignantly, "If he Chen Ke does this, he will be a lonely son in the court in the future!" Will he be an official or not! ”

It was Yan Maoqing, the right attendant of the Criminal Department, who spoke.

"Okay!" Yan Shifan gritted his teeth, "He Chen Ke dares to transfer brocade clothes to guard and kill soldiers, Long Wen, instigate the imperial history to play a sparse record, and immediately impeach Chen Ke of the left capital imperial history!" ”

"Shut up!" Yan Song relieved himself, and the thin old hand slapped on the music in front of him.

Yan Shifan was silent, but his eyes were still horizontal, staring at the ground fiercely.

Yan Song: "Let me ask you, ask you, what's the matter with destroying the embankment and flooding the fields?" ”

Luo Longwen and Yan Maoqing naturally didn't dare to answer, and Yan Shifan didn't answer, his eyes were still horizontal, looking at the ground.

Yan Song: "Say! ”

Yan Shifan: "Just say it." The national policy of changing rice to mulberry cannot be pushed, Chen Ke has been making a stumbling block in it, not flooding the field and changing it, and changing the field when it is flooded, that's it. ”

Yan Song wanted to speak, but he felt that he couldn't lift his breath all of a sudden, so he stopped there, and his eyes slowly closed.

Luo Longwen gave Yan Shifan a look and signaled him to calm down first.

Yan Shifan walked to the chair and sat down.

Luo Longwen said softly in Yan Song's ear: "It was our fault that we didn't ask the elder for advice in advance. The original intention was also to worry about the elder of the pavilion, and he wanted to report to the elder in detail after he was done. I had planned it well, but I didn't expect Chen Ke's thief to be so insidious and cunning! It's a big deal for the elder of the pavilion! ”

"Do you have any brains?" Yan Shifan became anxious again, "The emperor is looking younger and younger day by day!" What does this mean? This shows that the sky has changed! The emperor is going to take power! I could fool the emperor before, but now I can fool him! ”

Yan Maoqing: "Whether the emperor collects power or not, this treasury must always be full, right?" If you don't do that, how can the treasury support it? ”

Luo Longwen: "Elder Ge, I think, you better hurry into the palace to see the emperor." I have to explain to the emperor the necessity of changing grain to mulberry. In the past, one or two counties were used as experimental fields, and this method was unacceptable. My Ming treasury can't afford to toss anymore! ”

Yan Shifan's face slowly improved, and he glanced at Luo Longwen deeply, and then looked at Yan Song.

Yan Song sighed: "Eighty-one...... It's time for this life to be in your hands......"

Luo Longwen and Yan Maoqing immediately took a step back and knelt down.

Yan Shifan's face was full of boredom, but he had to kneel down.

Yan Song stood up with the bookcase and slowly picked up the song: "Follow your will, I'll enter the palace." ”

Xiyuan Yuxi Palace Essence House

Jiajing held a white-skinned booklet behind his back with one hand and the other. If anyone can get behind Jiajing, they will see that the booklet is vaguely written with a few simplified Chinese characters, such as guns, germs, and steel.

Yan Song also struggled to stand at the bottom of Jiajing.

Lu Fang held Tan Ke's music in his hand and stood there quietly.

Jiajing paced slowly, and said to himself: "Elder Ge, Yan Shifan did something wrong about this." In order to complete the task, unscrupulous means to the point where there is no lower limit, this is the devil's way. ”

Yan Song slowly knelt down with the dwarf dun, and Lu Fang also knelt down.

When an emperor says that the son of a courtier has fallen under the spell, it is equivalent to sentencing that person to death, at least politically. Yan Song was terrified in his heart, he prepared a lot of words, but he never expected the emperor to say so much.

Yan Song: "Your Majesty! The content of Lord Chen's report, the minister thinks that it still needs to be investigated! I hope the emperor will give Shifan a chance, spare Shifan once! ”

Yan Song was in tears, he was eighty-one years old, he actually had no hope, not for his son, where did he need support so hard.

The Yan family's involvement in the political pattern of the Ming Dynasty is too deep, so deep that if they withdraw casually, it will be the end of being shattered.

Jiajing had already paced to the door at this time, and the book in his hand turned to a new chapter, which was titled How China Became a Chinese China?

"Elder Ge, Shifan still needs to be tempered, I think he will be released out of Beijing, exercise for a while, and talk about being grounded."

Yan Song was overjoyed: "Yes! Obey the order! ”

"By the way, send a decree to the imperial history of Zuodu, come back as soon as the affairs of Zhejiang are dealt with, I still miss Chen Aiqing very much."

Yan Song couldn't help but be stunned and looked at Lu Fang. Lu Fang knelt there innocently, neither looking at him nor expressionless.

Lu Fang: "The slave obeys the order." ”

Zhejiang Hangzhou Mansion Jinyi Wei Thousand Households.

What should have been a dark night is now brightly lit.

Inside and outside the Thousand Households, there are men wearing flying fish suits and carrying embroidered spring knives. Some small flag officers are leading their subordinates to patrol back and forth tirelessly.

Tan Ke took advantage of the recent big eaters and collected the Jinyi guards, whether they were transferred from Nanzhili or brought from the imperial city, as well as the Jinyi guards from Zhejiang Province, all gathered in the small Jinyi Wei Thousand Households, nearly a thousand people, and the open fire was fighting, and the thousands of households were crowded.

In the torches in the courtyard, Tan Ke and Hangzhou Jinyi Wei Qianhu Song Hang walked side by side.

So the brocade guards have completed the assembly, and these brocade guards who are usually loose and loose and don't talk about discipline are now like the elite of the army who have undergone repeated drills, standing straight and upright, waiting for Tan Ke's review.

Nearly 1,000 people, in addition to the patrol password and the communication between Tan Ke and Song Hang, there is only the chirping of insects.

"Song Qianhu, are you ready? Tonight is the last action before this official leaves Zhejiang, as long as he does a good job, Zhejiang will be able to be stable for at least five years! ”

Song Hang stiffened his face, tilted his head and said to Tan Ke: "Don't worry, adults! All kinds of plans have been made, just waiting for your order! ”

Tan Ke smiled, "Adults, especially the objects of key care, must not be missed!" Nothing else! It's done, and after a while, you can go to Nanzhili to report! ”

Song Hang was so excited that Ma Ningyuan was hidden by the adults, Zhang Zhiliang and Chang Boxi were escorted to the capital, Yang Jinshui hanged himself, and Hu Zongxian closed the door. Zhejiang's strict party officials are leaderless, and it is a good time to show their talents!

Song Hang saluted Tan Ke, turned his head and led Tan Ke towards the neat formation.

(To be continued.) )