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Shen Lun's face was blue for a while, purple for a while, and he wanted to burst into foul language for a while.

But when he thought that this person was just a vulgar subordinate, he still held back the sentence 'thief your mother' with a thick Guanzhong accent.

Shen Lun took the letter in extreme disgust, broke the sealing wax with a knife and pulled out the letter paper, and settled down to look at it.

He read it carefully, down to every word......

Seeing that the veins on his forehead flared up, and his face became flushed with excitement.

He hurried to the candlestick and burned the letter on the spot.

As a senior official, of course, he knew that he could not leave hidden dangers to give people a handle.

The servants of the Lu family completed their tasks and retreated with interest.

Shen Lun sat at the desk under the service of the old butler and began to think about how to put pen to paper.

He wanted to write a letter to impeach Wu Changbo and Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant.

In his opinion, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a great opportunity to bring down Zhang Juzheng.

He is a loyal fan of Zhang Ge Lao, but this Zhang Ge Lao is not Zhang Juzheng, but Zhang Siwei, the little Zhang Ge Lao.

Since he entered the cabinet in the third year of Wanli, Xiao Zhang Ge has been docile and respectful in front of Zhang Juzheng. But that's just a performance, just to paralyze Zhang Juzheng.

Shen Lun knew that Xiao Zhang Ge would never be willing to succumb to Zhang Juzheng. As long as there is an opportunity, the little Zhang Ge Lao will inherit the will of the former first assistant Gao Ge Lao and kick Zhang Juzheng, the powerful traitor who is dominant, out of the cabinet.

The more Shen Lun thought about it, the more excited he became, he dipped his pen in ink, and began to wave the book.

The content of Lu Youan's letter has been imprinted in his mind, and he only needs to render some details in thick ink and color, adding some personal feelings of grief and indignation.

This couldn't be easier for a speech officer.

As for the evidence, Shen Lun was not worried at all, and Lu Youan's ability to write this letter proved that he already had sufficient evidence. Take 10,000 steps back, even if it is just chasing the wind and shadows, Shen Lun can still be on this letter.

The Ming Yanguan are an extremely special group of people, who can 'act according to rumors' without being restricted. Even if the rumor is just groundless, it is fine.

As soon as Shen Lun's letter is sparse, a thunderclap will sound in the seemingly calm court. More contradictions will be stimulated, and more recitals to impeach Zhang Juzheng will be sent to the Son of Heaven.

It has been six years since His Majesty the Emperor practiced Zuo. His Majesty the Emperor is no longer the child of the horn, but a high-spirited teenager.

But Zhang Juzheng is in love with power and refuses to let go of His Majesty the Emperor, so everyone can be punished for being a thief.

Politics is sometimes so direct, either you die or I live.

Shen Lun was willing to throw himself out and blow the horn of counterattacking Zhang Juzheng. If you can help Xiao Zhang Ge to ascend to the throne, what is it to sacrifice him alone?

Shen Lun is not only a stubborn politician, but also a brilliant writer.

Soon he had written the song, and his hands trembled.

That is clearly the trembling before the great cause is about to be accomplished!

Shen Lun wrote a note, rolled the silk cloth and put it in a bamboo tube, and ordered in a deep voice: "Prepare a sedan chair and go to the old mansion of Xiaozhangge." ”

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The sixth year of Wanli was a very unpleasant year for the Ming court.

In March, the first assistant Zhang Juzheng returned to his hometown to bury his father.

On the sixth day of July, the university scholar Lu was transferred to Yang.

And just four days before Lu Tiaoyang Zhishi, the former first assistant Gao Gong passed away peacefully at the age of 65 at the age of 65.

As Gao Gong's proud protégé and successor to the mantle, Zhang Siwei was naturally grief-stricken.

After the news came, Zhang Siwei couldn't suppress his grief and said to the Son of Heaven that he was sick and took leave.

For more than a month, Zhang Siwei neither went to the court nor went to the cabinet to be on duty, but stayed alone at home to feel Mr. Gao.

It was night, and the rain was pouring down, as if it were about to tear the earth apart.

Zhang Siwei was still curled up in the room, leaning on the soft couch and looking at the anthology left by Gao Gong alone.

It's just that things are not people, he Zhang Fengpan is still there, but there is no Gao Suqing in the world.

"Master, Huke asked Lord Shen Lun Shen to see him in the matter."

Zhang Siwei was stunned for a moment, what was Shen Lun doing when he came to him so late?

"Hurry up and invite Lord Shen in, it's raining so hard outside, don't freeze."

Zhang Siwei put on a coat, sat up, lit the incense burner, and made another pot of tea.

In the past three years, he has made compromises in the cabinet and made concessions to Zhang Juzheng everywhere, just to endure humiliation and fulfill Mr. Gao's wishes.

But many people don't understand it, thinking that he Zhang Siwei is selling his teacher and inviting pets.

Among the few people who understand him, there is Shen Lun. Although there is a huge difference in the official rank of the two, Zhang Siwei has always introduced Shen Lun as a confidant.

Shen Lun looked for him on a rainy night, there must be something important.

After about half a cup of tea, Shen Lun was led to Zhang Siwei's bedroom.

Zhang Siwei personally walked up to Shen Lun, held Shen Lun's hand and said, "Qingshou, why did you think of coming to my house so late?" ”

"Ziwei, happy event, great joy."

Shen Lun shook Zhang Siwei's arm excitedly, his eyes were ruddy, and he said, "Ziwei, look at this letter." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the silk cloth out of the bamboo tube.

Zhang Siwei took the silk cloth and unfolded it on the bookcase, and after only half of it, he was shocked and said: "What is Qingshou doing, the time has not yet come." ”

Shen Lun Zhengse said: "Such a good opportunity, why did Ziwei say that the time has not come?" Isn't Ziwei still immersed in Gao Gong's affairs and can't extricate himself? If you don't like to hear a word, Gao Gong is in the spirit of the sky, and he doesn't want to see Ziwei so depressed. ”

Zhang Siwei smiled bitterly: "Qingshou misunderstood. I am afraid that there is no one in the world who wants to see Zhang Jiangling go to the official more than me. Gao Gong was so bitterly killed by him, I endured the humiliation and bear the burden so far in order to get rid of this thief with my own hands. ”

"In that case, what are you waiting for?"

"Qingshou, you are too reckless. Zhang Jiangling has been in charge of the government for nearly ten years, and has won the trust of His Majesty and the Empress Dowager, and has helped in the Inner Dynasty, and ordinary impeachment is unlikely to affect him at all. Look at the letter you wrote again, 'Zhang Juzheng and Wu Changbo embezzled people's land', can this kind of painless rhetoric hurt him in the slightest? ”

After all, Zhang Siwei is a cabinet minister, and he stands tall and sees far.

In his opinion, Zhang Juzheng is now powerful, not to mention such an impeachment recital, even ten or a hundred copies can't help Zhang Juzheng.

"According to what Ziwei said, this can't do it, so don't you have to endure it all the time? Ziwei can afford to wait, I can't afford to wait! ”

Shen Lun was also stubborn, and when he got angry, he flicked his sleeves and turned his back.

"Qingshou, why are you doing this? You are on this letter, I dare to say that Zhang Jiangling will not be damaged in the slightest, and Qingshou you are afraid of being frustrated and losing your position! ”

"Haha, how can I, Shen Lun, be greedy for wealth and nobility. Ziwei, you can rest assured. This letter is from me alone, even if the old thief is angry and bewitches His Majesty to take me to prison, I will not lead the water of misfortune to you! ”

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