As soon as the soldiers sent to Beijing by Zeng Xingwu left, Yang Zhao, the governor of Jiliao, immediately received the news that as an important minister of the border court who led the army to protect the Beijing division, he had worked hard for so many years, and the power had already been entrenched, and the minister's every move should not be hidden from him.

"As the old man expected," Yang Zhao was playing with a snow-white jade carved lion in the inner study, with a sneering sneer on his face.

Zhao Shichen's hornet's eyes were shining, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Qin someone is smart and pulls Xiangye's tiger skin as a banner, but in fact, it is not the same way as the Jiangling Party at all. ”

Liu Liangfu laughed so much that the mouse's beard shook and trembled, and his smile was particularly obscene: "Anyway, the surname Qin can't jump for two days, Brother Zhao, do you say that our account books will be sent to him?" ”

"Why don't you send it? Let's let him check it carefully, check it carefully! "Zhao Shichen's neck is stiff, and the jackal's throat is sharp and hard.

Yang Zhao gently patted the head of the jade carved lion, and said leisurely: "The personal soldiers sent by Zeng Shilang to Beijing to deliver the message, we can be 'protected', if they are intercepted by someone Qin in the middle of the road......"

Zhao Shichen raised his hand and said: "Don't worry, Dong Weng, the student has already understood, and it is foolproof!" ”

Indeed, the Jiliao Governor's Mansion sent the elite scouts of the border army to pretend to be the soldiers who went to Beijing to deliver the Tang report, and caught up with Zeng Shengwu's personal soldiers halfway, pretending to be traveling together, but in fact secretly escorted him, and sent him all the way to Zhang Juzheng's mansion in Shamao Hutong, Jingshi Dengshi.

The pro-soldier was unaware, smiled and said goodbye to the elite scouts, he often went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and was very familiar with the masters, and soon Zeng Xingwu's letter was sent to the housekeeper You Qi.

Knowing that Zeng Shilang was his master's confidant, You Qi didn't dare to slack off, and immediately put the letters and a few urgent letters from elsewhere on the desk of Zhang Juzheng's study, and waited for the emperor's first assistant to come back from the cabinet, and his old man personally reviewed and dealt with it.

When the soldiers came back, they were very relieved, and those elite scouts were relieved to see that the letter had been thrown into the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Just kidding, the so-called Houmen is as deep as the sea, but where can the Houmen be compared with the mansion of the first auxiliary emperor of the dynasty? The high walls and green tiles, the towers are heavy, but outsiders can't peek at one end, just because there are a few Jinyi captains, the elite of the border army, and the Beijing camp to choose the front, and there are soldiers from the five cities outside the high wall to patrol back and forth, strong bows and crossbows, shotguns and sharp blades, and the guards are as strict as the palace Forbidden City, who can make trouble here?

However, nothing is absolute...... The winding corridor outside the study in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the red plums blooming on both sides are like the morning glow, and a graceful figure comes from the flowers, the fairy beauty is more delicate than the flowers, and the deep bottomless eyes have a bit of cunning from the father.

Seeing the young lady coming from afar, the servants guarding outside the inner study all bowed their heads, did not dare to look up at all, and even tried to breathe as lightly as possible, lest they desecrate this fairy-looking daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It wasn't until he saw that the young lady was about to enter the inner study that the blue-clothed servant headed by him stopped his body in front of him and bent down: "Miss, the master hasn't come back yet." ”

Zhang Zixuan's eyebrows that flew obliquely into the sideburns were slightly raised, and she reached out to comb her sideburns: "What, can't I enter this study if my father is not here?" ”

"This ......", the blue-clothed servant looked embarrassed, and his mind changed: The master and the young lady are the closest relatives of the father and daughter, and they usually see their children in the study. In the future, even in front of the master, he should suffer his own losses.

Helpless, the blue-clothed servant had no choice but to accompany the smiling face, dodge and retreat to the side.

Zhang Zixuan smiled slightly, and walked into the study without squinting, but the blue-clothed servant stood on tiptoe, looking in from the door, monitoring her movements.

"This guy is loyal," Zhang Zixuan pursed her lips and smiled, but it was inconvenient to go too far with this loyal servant, so she had to pretend to pick up books on the bookcase, and the corner of her eye scanned the letters on the desk, and soon found the target.

"Ah, it's this "Bamboo Book Chronicle"!" Zhang Zixuan happily took down an antique book from the bookcase, put it on the desk and flipped through it with relish.

After reading about a stick of incense, she closed the page again, took it out happily, and told the blue-clothed servant: "Tell the master, I took the "Bamboo Book Chronicle" to read. ”

It turned out to be just borrowing a book! The blue-clothed servant nodded with relief.

He didn't know that in the pages of "The Bamboo Book Chronicle" there was a letter written by Zeng Xingwu to Zhang Juzheng.

About an hour later, when Zhang Juzheng returned home from the cabinet, the energetic Shoufu only rested for a moment, ate a few snacks, and hurried to the inner study to deal with these vital letters.

Zhu Yuanzhang abolished the prime minister system, and the cabinet chief assistant "seems to be the prime minister but not the prime minister", and through a series of power operations, he can reach or even surpass the power of ordinary prime ministers in the past, but after all, he is not a real prime minister, and he does not have the power to read in the system.

So Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant of Wanli, who vowed to prosper the Ming Dynasty and rule the world, had to "use the art of recklessness and recklessness, Tuyi and Zhou's industry" to use power and scheming to achieve control of power, and these contents that could not be obtained in a grand manner to the cabinet and the court were reflected in his correspondence with his henchmen.

The first letter was written by Pan Jitao, a waiter of the Ministry of Works, and under the mediation of Qin Lin, the Wufeng maritime merchants and the Cao Gang advanced the money and grain of the river workers, and this river control expert was working the banks of the Yellow River to control the floods and ensure that the people of the Central Plains would no longer suffer from the Yellow River.

In the letter he wrote, he complained that the governor of Henan was indifferent to the work of harnessing the river, and that he had put on a posture that he had nothing to do with himself, and that he had acted in many constraints.

Zhang Juzheng didn't think about it, so he took a blank letter and replied briefly: "Brother Shi Liang (Pan Ji tamed Shi Liang) saw the letter like a meeting." The great cause of river engineering for thousands of years, the success of the matter can protect thousands of people in the Central Plains from floods, and Yu Fu'an can stay out of the matter? Bugu (the self-humble title of the prince, equivalent to loneliness and widowhood, this is Zhang Juzheng's self-title) Ming said that the court proposed to add Yufu and manage the river title, so that it could not shirk. ”

Pan Ji tamed the river, and the governor of Henan refused to cooperate out of the instinct of the bureaucrats to be lazy and played kicking ball, so Zhang Juzheng added the title of "concurrently managing the river" to the governor of Henan, so that he could not stay out of the matter.

Zhang Juzheng also used similar methods to deal with all kinds of things in other places, such as disaster relief, famine preparation, army reorganization, and personnel; he instructed the six departments to launch an impeachment campaign in the middle of the matter, and he wrote to the local governors and governors of all officials who vigorously promoted the new policy, asking them to go up and protect them...... Once these impeachments and guarantees were sent to the imperial court, Zhang Juzheng himself voted to agree and let Feng Bao's approval of the red be done, and it became the official edict of the imperial court.

Eight years, eight years of Wanli, under his guidance, the empire vigorously promoted the new policy, cleared the acres of land, cleaned up the armaments, eliminated the Japanese invaders, suppressed the rebellion, and paid tribute...... Zhongxing seems to be in front of you.

Of course, all the characters who disobeyed his will and wanted to confront the Gangneung Party were crushed by the giant palm of the emperor's first assistant, and either there were no bones left, or they could only hide in a dark corner, carefully licking their wounds.

Finally, Zhang Juzheng completed his task, all the correspondence was processed, and the emperor's first assistant was very satisfied with his work, stretched his waist, and picked up a strong ginseng tea.

"Father, are you still busy?"

His daughter's clear and beautiful voice instantly dispelled Zhang Juzheng's tiredness, and he replied with a smile: "Zixuan, Daddy is already busy, come in, here is the ginseng tea just sent by the governor of Liaodong!" ”

The red clay stove was simmering tea, and Zhang Juzheng poured a cup of hot ginseng tea and handed it to his daughter with his own hands.

Holding the fragrant tea, Zhang Zixuan's eyes flashed with gratitude like the night sky, no matter how majestic Zhang Juzheng was outside, how severe and terrible he was when he mastered the life and death of civil and military officials, at home, he would always be a loving father.

"Daddy, you're so good to your daughter!"

Zhang Juzheng did not doubt him: "Of course, who called my father to have six sons, and only you have one daughter?" ”

Zhang Zixuan suddenly felt that she should not deceive her father, and almost immediately told the truth and disfigured it.

However, thinking of what Qin Lin said, thinking of Qi Dashuai's hardships and those border court soldiers who worked hard to serve the country, Zhang Zixuan no longer had a trace of hesitation in his heart - imagine that in the future, if his father knows the truth, he will also support his daughter to do this!

Before getting conclusive evidence, it is impossible to convince my father to directly take down Yang Zhao, the governor of Jiliao, a important minister of the border court who supports the new policy, and dismiss him for investigation, so he had to ...... Zhang Zixuan grinned and lifted up the book that had been hidden behind her: ""The Bamboo Book Chronicle", hehe, my daughter borrowed it from her father's study and read it, and this is all over to Zhao." ”

"Oh, you've read it all?" Zhang Juzheng seemed a little surprised, and then shook his head: "This book is read by the heroes, your daughter's family, it's really ......."

Zhang Zixuan pouted: "A lot of Confucian words are whitewashed for the Taoist, my daughter used to read Yao Shunyu Zen Rang, and felt that it was too unreasonable, why did the three generations of ancients reflect on themselves so much, and there was no Zen concession in later generations?" It wasn't until I read the "Bamboo Book Chronicle" that it was said, 'Xi Yao was in decline and was imprisoned by Shun', that I knew that Yao Shun's Zen let was similar to that of Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty and Cao Wei. ”

Zhang Juzheng was helpless, so he nodded: "It's good that you know, many history books are not true, the so-called Spring and Autumn penmanship, the text is just a decoration!" Hmph, I just don't know how in a few years, Daddy, how will I comment for future generations? ”

"Naturally, he is the first virtuous minister of the Ming Dynasty and a famous minister of the Wanli Dynasty," Zhang Zixuan shook his father's shoulder coquettishly, and at the same time, a letter had been inserted into the middle of the stack of letters that Zhang Juzheng had approved and sealed before, and he didn't know it.

(To be continued)