"Everyone, don't make a fuss..."

Although the wine is mellow, some people are not drunk, he is drunk, he is drunk, as long as a person wants to get drunk, he will not be able to wake up, and some people are not like this.

One of them stood up and said, "After tonight, everyone should go back to their own homes and live a peaceful life, and don't form this Xuankun Party anymore!" ”

"I heard from a friend in the household department that the plans for Jinling Province and Jiangbei Province have been decided, and most of the officials of the state governments have taken office.

"Let's think long-term, let's think long-term!"

Tang Binyin blushed and scolded him with a smile: "You coward, the imperial court has such a stupid policy, how can we live here depressed?" ”

Zhao Tongpeng, the former prefect of Yingtian, glanced at Tang Binyin and said:

"Guys, I have a word!"

"In the past, everyone was an official in Nanjing, what was it for?"

Soon, someone replied: "For fame, for profit!" ”

The words fell, causing everyone to laugh.

Someone immediately said:

"Clean up these fictitious things, it's all for money, in order to be able to get into your own purse, and get the bulging real money!"

"We're not even officials anymore, so we won't talk about it today."

A man staggered to his feet and said:

"Ten years of cold windows, suffering from the white eyes of others, what is it for? Isn't it just that one day you will become an official, get ahead, and make money! ”

"Hahaha, what Brother Ren said is extremely true!"

Deng Xian, the former household servant of Nanjing, stared at the person who spoke, smiled for a while, and suddenly had an idea, thought of something, and said:

"Why don't I come to him tonight for a poem?"

Tang Bin Yin praised: "Ordinary people say that kneeling and crying, and there are many dead admonitions in the sky, but you are the only one who has such a poem, which really makes me ashamed!" ”

Everyone was staggered, and they actually thought deeply of this poem.

Deng Xian originally mentioned it casually, and the audience was so natured, so he stood up, raised his glass and said: "We are waiting for the sake of the Ming Dynasty's Jiangshan Sheji, what is there to be afraid of?" ”

"Poetry, poetry!"

Tang Bin Yin looked at him and said, "In that case, Brother Zijing will go first?" ”

When Deng Xian heard this, it was not easy to refuse, so he improvised on the spot.

He rolled up his sleeves, put a pen on the wall, and wrote as he spoke:

"You've all listened to me..."

"Title, Wing Night.

The sky is full of stars, but the sky is bright, white occupies many vacant seats, it is you who cover the day, and you are all in the shadows, is it the auspicious country! ”

After only two sentences, Deng Xian's eyebrows began to loosen continuously, and after writing, he threw his pen and laughed.

Everyone also laughed and stepped forward to watch.

Zhao Tongpeng sighed and arched his hand:

"This song of the night, Brother Zijing's writing is brilliant, and he can satirize the dimness of the government and government, it is really a strange poem, I really admire it!"

Deng Xian was praised a little flutteringly, Tang Bin Yin laughed and said:

"If you continue to talk like this, Brother Zijing is afraid that he will be embarrassed, and you don't know it, Brother Zijing, you can't stand praise the most."

Deng Xian waved his hand, in fact, he was a little dissatisfied with Tang Binyin's nosy, he said:

"I'm also Sijun, Siguo, Sisheji, even if it's not the first strange poem in ancient and modern times, I can always be worthy of the four words of deep righteousness, right?"

The crowd didn't wait to speak, but there was a shout outside the house.

"Deserved! Deserved! "Bashan loves

Everyone quickly turned their heads to look at these people, and their hearts were uncertain.

Tian Ergeng walked in with a group of captains, went straight to the poem in Deng Xian's hand, took it in his hand and read it again, and exclaimed:

"Mr. Deng's song of the night, I'm afraid it will really be immortal in the future!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Seeing Tian Ergeng, these people suddenly sobered up.

Not to mention now, even before the emperor's southern tour, Tian Ergeng was also a street rat in Nanjing, and everyone shouted and beat him, for no other reason, just because of the skin of the brocade guard on his body!

Tian Ergeng is here, which means that Jinyiwei is going to take action against the Xuankun Party!

"What are you going to do?"

Tang Binyin shook his head and stood up, he was probably one of the few people in the group in front of him who was really drunk.

Even Deng Xian, who made poems, was just pretending to be forced in front of everyone.

Originally, Tian Ergeng also made up some reasons, saying that they had something to do with the murder of Wei Guogong this time, but now it seems that there is no need at all.

After watching the play outside for a while, this group of people has already made all the mistakes they can make.

Tian Ergeng put his hands behind his back, and in front of everyone, slowly rolled up Deng Xian's handwriting on the poem "Yongye", and said:

"Deng Xian, Tang Binyin, Zhao Tongpeng and others jointly inscribed anti-poems in the Duchun Building, alluding to the government and slandering His Majesty today, with poems as evidence, as well as the testimony of the old bustard in the Duchun Building."

"Ladies and gentlemen, will you come with me?"

As the words fell, the lieutenants surrounded them with ill intentions.

At this time, the guests of the Duchun Building also heard the wind and surrounded them, and many of them were powerful people with heads and faces in Nanjing.

They looked at this place, and they didn't dare to cause trouble.

The backstage of the superintendent is Xu Xianchun, Xu Xianchun is one of the most trusted minions of the emperor today, and no one wants to go against Jinyiwei.

As for the old bustard that Tian Ergeng just said, he naturally asked her to say whatever she wanted, and she didn't dare to say half a word.

Everyone was almost sober, and Deng Xian, as a person with the title of "anti-poetry", was naturally frightened.

He was all covered in cold sweat, his eyes flickered, first at Tang Binyin, and then at Zhao Tongpeng, looking over one by one.

But these Xuankun Party members in front of them are already grasshoppers on a rope, and self-protection is not enough, so how can they protect him?

Deng Xian finally looked at Tian Ergeng and said in a trembling voice:

"Your Excellency, this poem is just an improvisation, and I have never had the intention of opposing reform or rebelling......"

"As for poetry, it's something that has never happened before."

Seeing that Tian Ergeng was unmoved, Deng Xian was even more frightened and panicked, stepped forward and grabbed his arm and said:

"Although I made a statement against reform the day before yesterday, but in retrospect, I have always been ashamed and embarrassed, Your Majesty has seen thousands of miles, but I am really confused, and I should be punished!"

"The six departments of Nanjing, Your Majesty is indeed thinking about the Ming Dynasty's Jiangshan Society, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty's eternal foundation, and please ask the Governor to raise his noble hand..."

Good guy, this is scary, I have said good things all over again, where is the hatred to see the emperor and pour out his heart just now?

The front and back faces of this group of great sages, Tian Ergeng has seen a lot.

He didn't have any expression, he just ordered the captains to take everyone away, and he was also happy in his heart for the unexpected joy, this time it was enough to show them loyalty to His Majesty.

Tang Binyin, Zhao Tongpeng and others were also entangled in their hearts, curled up in a corner, their faces were covered with fine sweat, and they raised their sleeves from time to time to wipe them.

They originally thought that sooner or later, this reform would be just an empty talk, and in a year and a half at most, if the reform failed and the six ministries in Nanjing were reset, they would all be entrusted with important tasks by the imperial court.

But he didn't expect that the emperor's will to complete this reform was so strong that disaster fell from heaven!

It's good not to be arrested, but Jinyiwei always needs a reason to arrest people, and this kind of moment is generally not easy to arrest people on a large scale.

But this time they were in the poetry meeting of the Duchun Building, and even the poems were pinched in Tian Ergeng's hands, and they became fish and meat on the board, no matter how he kneaded them.

As for the news of Xu Hongji's sudden death, they are even more ignorant, if they are beaten into the same party like this, they are simply wronged!