August, when the weather is getting cooler, the leaves on the ground are falling, and the sky is thin and light, which is undoubtedly a pleasant month, but it is actually a façade.

The court of the Ming Dynasty is full of open and secret battles, and the place is also full of dark waves. Especially those imperial historians, as long as they smell the slightest smell of blood, they will pounce like sharks.

Imperial historians were usually scholars from poor backgrounds, who did not have high material requirements and were usually very self-disciplined. It's just that they are too idealistic, so that many of them are psychologically distorted, even to the point of paranoia.

They are frantically suppressing their material needs, but they are destined to devote more energy to the pursuit of power, or to devote themselves to "their own work".

The best way for a Kedao official to quickly ascend to the throne is to step on the corpse of a certain court official. Like Zhang Wei in the past, he stepped on Yan Shifan's "corpse" to ascend to the throne, and became the general secretary of the fourth grade in one fell swoop.

Nanjing, six science corridors.

Although they are located in Nanjing, the capital of Bei, many section officers are holding lofty ideals and doing everything possible to collect intelligence from all sides, so as to gain the capital to "get out of the sea of suffering".

Lu Fengyi is nearly forty years old, and he is in the golden age of speech officials, although his figure is thin, but his eyebrows are slanted upward, shaped like sword eyebrows, and the whole person gives people a kind of masculinity.

He is a native of Zhejiang, Jiajing 35 years of the top three with the Jinshi, at the beginning of Yugan County, Jiangxi County, the county, and later elected as a speech official, into the Nanjing household branch to give things, the official career can be described as smooth.

Last year, at the behest of the Xu family, he impeached Hu Zongxian, the secretary of the military department who was then the governor of Zhejiang, for the "Ten Deadly Sins", causing this bigwig in the southeast to cover the sky with one hand was dismissed from his post by the imperial court.

Although he was not able to take advantage of this to rise to the top, he was given an excellent rank in Nanjing's Jingcha this year and was reappointed as a Nanjing official.

Although Lu Fengyi is very satisfied with the current situation, she is still like a bloodthirsty shark, always looking for opportunities, wanting to be transferred to the center of the capital or any place to supervise.

He was flipping through the latest newspaper, wanting to see the direction of the wind in the capital and what kind of major events had happened in the court recently. Just read the content of the newspaper, but he sighed, and a touch of depression flashed on his face.

"The household department enters Taicang silver 100,000 taels and 60 ingots for internal use, and allocates 7,000 taels of Taicang silver to Jizhen to charge the Fuyi fee......"

Lu Fengyi looked at the whereabouts of the expenditure of this item in the household department, and already saw the root cause of the decline of the Ming Dynasty.

The household department still did not provide silver money to the inner treasury for the saint to squander, and the Ming Dynasty spent millions of military rations every year to support the border army, as a result, I and other departments repeatedly entered the customs to rob grain and plunder people, but now they still have to spend silver to Fuyi, which is really a big joke in the world.

I thought that if Yan Song's father and son fell, the emperor would no longer be deceived by traitorous ministers, and he would rule like a saint, and this court would become prosperous. It's just that now it seems that this court is no different from a year ago.

In the dusk of August, the sunset looks particularly brilliant.

Just arrived at the time of the lower office, Chen Huanzhi ran to the corridor room of the official department and shouted loudly: "The three adults must appreciate their faces and go to the drunken moon building for a banquet, and the official will be the east tonight!" ”

Each of the six science corridors has one for the middle of the matter, one for the left and one for the right to the matter, at this time, seeing Chen Huan came to invite him, Zhou Chun was smiling and asked: "Lord Chen, but what is the happy event?" ”

"Huh...... The old man's unscrupulous son finally passed the hospital test this time, and won the first place in the Suzhou government court test! Chen Huanzhi's tone was a little higher, and he said with a fluttering eyebrow.

Since ancient times, his parents have been looking forward to his son Jackie Chan, especially Chen Huanzhi is fifty years old, and it is difficult to make a difference in his career, so he attaches more importance to his son's future. Now that he sees that his son has a little talent, he wants the whole world to know about it.

"If that's the case, then I'm really going to eat you!" In the matter, Sun Yao knew Chen Huanzhi's thoughts, so he said with a smile.

Just as they were enjoying themselves, a figure passed by the three of them and walked straight towards the door.

Chen Huanzhi was still intoxicated with joy, and seeing that Lu Fengyi was leaving, he hurriedly invited: "Brother Shunqing, I don't know if I can reward ......."

"It's just a show, what is there to celebrate!" Lu Fengyi said coldly, and left without looking back.

This......

The smile on Chen Huanzhi's face suddenly froze, and he stood there with an embarrassed face.

Although they did have reason to despise a student, the standard of the student in Nanzhili could match that of the southwestern provinces, and his son was the head of the Suzhou Provincial Examination. But there is a great chance to gain fame in the examination.

"Don't pay attention to this person, his temperament has always been so weird, let's not get drunk tonight!" In the middle of the matter, Sun Yao patted his arm, and said with a smile of relief.

Chen Huanzhi naturally nodded yes, not to mention that his authority was lower than Chen Fengyi, just the relationship between Chen Fengyi and the Xu family made him dare not easily turn his face with this person.

The city of Nanjing is like a kingdom.

According to Matteo Ricci's Notes on China, the locals told a story about two men riding opposite each other on horseback from opposite sides of the city, and it took them a whole day to meet each other.

Although it is an exaggeration, the capital, which took 28 years to mobilize 280,000 migrant workers and about 350 million bricks, covers an area of more than 230 square kilometers.

It is this city that is so big that it is inhabited by people of all religions. There are not only dignitaries and nobles who drink wine in gold bottles, but also reckless men who serve wine in thick bowls, and literati who drink in glow-in-the-dark cups of grape wine.

Although Lu Fengyi has been appointed as a Nanjing official, she still maintains a diligent and thrifty style, not only does her residence look very shabby, but her daily food is also very casual.

Since he wanted to visit Xu Zhi of Dali Temple in Nanjing in the evening, he did not return home on foot, but found a nearby restaurant with good quality and low prices.

"Okay, two pieces of baked bread and a plate of pickles, please wait!" A guy sang the name of the dish and walked into the kitchen.

Lu Fengyi sat in the corner of the dining room and glanced around lightly, the diners here were all some peddlers and pawns. Because of the meal, these tables are almost full.

"Did you hear that? Lin Qingtian went to Songjiang to clear out the bandits in Wusongjiang! ”

"Isn't he in charge of salt administration? Why did you suddenly run away to clean up the bandits? ”

"When Lin Qingtian left Beijing, he held a secret decree in his hand, and he had the right to act cheaply!"

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At the adjacent table, there were a few merchants whispering, but the voices were getting louder and louder. If you listen a little carefully, you can hear what they're talking about.

Lu Fengyi heard that they were talking about Lin Haoran, the left deputy capital of the Imperial Procuratorate of the Ming Dynasty, but she couldn't help but feel a little hearted, so she listened carefully.