The March rain was dripping, dense as silk threads, and was quietly scattered in a group of palaces, dyeing this place full of wealth with a hint of melancholy.

A young messenger walked briskly along the palace road with his head down, following the officials who walked leisurely with oil-paper umbrellas in stark contrast to the palace people, he was so duty-bound, lonely and hurried, it seemed to be out of place here.

Letting the cold rain fall on him, he bowed forward slightly, his hands tightly covering his chest, for fear that the rain would soak through the letter wrapped in oiled paper.

Yan Xiaoshi is the messenger of the Yan Mansion, and often travels back and forth between the Yan Mansion and the Wuyi Palace, passing letters to the master and the young master. Because of the importance of the stakes, he has always acted cautiously and focused on this honorable work.

When he arrived at the Wuyi Palace, he almost bumped into Xu Ge Lao, who just came out of it.

Yan Xiaoshi was like a dumb person, silently flashing to the side, his head lowered slightly, and let this great Ming second-assistant pass by, and he couldn't help but feel a little humble in his heart.

Xu Jie is a friendly person, even in the face of an insignificant little person like Yan Xiaoshi, he smiled like a spring breeze: "Yan Xiaoshi, you came to send a letter to Lord Yuanfu again?" ”

"Yes!" Yan Xiaoshi hesitated, his hand still clutched his chest, and he replied with a light spit.

Xu Jie's gaze fell on his chest, and he raised his hand amiably and said, "Go!" ”

"Thank you!"

Yan Xiaoshi had a good impression of this kind of friendly Ming Cifu, and was respected by such a big man, which made him very moved, and he couldn't help but thank him, and then hurriedly walked inside.

Xu Jiemu watched Yan Xiaoshi leave, his gentle eyes had a touch of fierceness, and he stood in place for a while, but he didn't know what this Ming secondary, who was known for his forbearance, was thinking.

Walking into the warm and sandalwood-filled room, Yan Xiaoshi's body that had been wet by the drizzle immediately felt very comfortable, but he didn't care about enjoying it, and took the letter out of his arms.

This is an extremely important secret letter, and the young master has told him to be sure to deliver it to the master.

"Master, the letter has not been opened!"

Yan Si, the personal slave, carefully checked the letter and respectfully handed it to Yan Songdao.

Yan Song was writing green words, and it was written: "Heaven and earth are separated, there must be ......", but the word "巇" in the latter "gap" made him suddenly unable to remember how to write it.

Ever since the Holy Lord moved to the Yuxi Palace, he felt a strong crisis. It seems that since that time, the distance between him and the saint has also been shortened, and now he is becoming more and more alienated.

He wanted to express his loyalty to the old minister by writing green words, so as to win back the saint's share of his favor. It's just that when I write green words at the moment, I have a feeling of being intentional or unintentional.

Although he wanted to convince himself that the elixirs of the years had rejuvenated him, he knew very well in his heart that he was old and that those so-called elixirs had no effect at all.

Yan Song has a kind of persistence in doing things, still thinking about that word, but he said casually: "Take it apart!" ”

"Master, this is a secret letter, you better open it yourself!" Yan Si, the personal house slave, reminded softly.

Yan Song gently put down the brush, then tore open the letter, took out the contents for reading, and his face quickly became solemn and said: "Shoddy? ”

In his heart, there was always a mystery that puzzled him.

It is said that with the financial capacity of the Ming Dynasty, it is impossible to afford to rebuild the Wanshou Palace in the short term. It's just that Xu Jie's father and son created a small miracle, and they used such a small amount of silver taels to complete the reconstruction in only three months, which made him puzzled.

Although he knew that Yan Shifan was making a lot of money, Yan Shifan had always had a degree and categorically did not dare to take more than two-thirds of the project money.

It's just that the answer has been revealed, and Xu Jie's father and son are shoddy in wood. Xu Fan purchased pine wood from northeastern merchants as palace pillars, rather than high-quality golden silk nanmu from southern merchants, thus greatly reducing costs.

This move is undoubtedly a taboo, and the saint has already stated that it is not used for hundreds of years of golden silk nanmu.

"Master, this is enough to put Xu Huating to death!"

Yan Si couldn't help but say happily when he saw the content of the letter.

Yan Song took the letter, but hesitated. Although Xu Jie's father and son committed deception, they were also forced to do so, if they didn't make some fuss about the materials, the money would not be able to build a dormitory for the saint.

In essence, he proposed early on the large-scale adoption of the cheaper hundred-year-old pine wood from the Northeast, but Shengshang was a man of pomp and circumstance, and he was simply nitpicking about many things.

The most important thing is that once this thing is poked out. According to the character of the saint, he will inevitably order the demolition of the beams and pillars to rebuild, which will undoubtedly make the finances of the Ming Dynasty worse.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed in his heart, and faintly wanted to pretend not to know.

"Master, Xu Huating is a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised, this is the best chance to eradicate him, you can't be soft!" The old slave was like a roundworm in Yan Song's stomach, and immediately persuaded him seriously.

"Alright! You help me but the emperor in front of you! ”

Yan Song let out a long sigh and immediately made a decision.

After all, it was not that he was ruthless, but that Xu Jie's bullying was reckless. He just told the Holy God the truth, and as for how the Holy One punished him, that was the decision that the Holy One had to make.

Although he is old, his heart has not changed, and he is still loyal to the Holy One.

After a short journey, Yan Song finally arrived at Yuxi Palace. Yuxi Palace really can't be compared with the original Wanshou Palace, just from the outside, the two can't be compared.

The little eunuch guarding the door was very respectful to Yan Song, and immediately reminded kindly: "The emperor is helping the beggar!" ”

"You just said that the old minister has something very important to see!" Yan Song said seriously.

"Okay!" The little eunuch agreed, and immediately walked inside.

At the same time, a magical art of supporting the beggars is being staged in the palace.

A Taoist priest over forty years old, wearing a purple yang scarf and a blue gossip robe, his facial features look pretty and thin, his demeanor is elegant, and he said thoughtfully: "Zixu is not here, Cao Fu is also going, and the sister-in-law can come out." ”

As the words fell, the blue-clothed Taoist priest was already possessed by Zigu, and the whole person was bent over and standing in front of the helper, his body seemed to be retracted into the wide gossip robe, and the awl hanging on the shelf moved on the sand table.

Jiajing, who was dressed in plain white robes, stood next to the sand table, while Huang Jin was eager and curious, leaning over and looking at the sand table.

Soon, a crooked line of words appeared on the sand table, which made Huang Jin's mouth open slightly in fright. And seeing the little eunuch guarding the palace gate coming in at this time, his eyes were even more panicked.