Some of the people in the Beijing division were transferred to other places, and some never appeared again, as if they had evaporated from the world. Shuntianfu, every day is less people, more people. Fresh blood is being replenished. In a word, the officialdom of Jingshi has experienced the coldest two months since the beginning of winter.

Counting nine cold days, it snowed heavily for several days in a row. The ruts were almost half a wheel, and Meilixi had just come out of the yamen. He, the Shuntian Mansion Yin, is very busy. Now Jingshi has an additional position, called civil prosecutor. There is no grade, there is no money. This is also a lot of ugly things for officials, all of which are on the people's dinner tables and small newspapers. As for who runs the little lace newspaper, no one knows.

How to establish official authority, so many officials stepped through the threshold of the Shuntian Mansion Yamen and asked Meilixi to immediately arrest these miscellaneous fish that bewitched the public. It's a pity that Meilixi has already received a secret decree from the palace, so it is naturally impossible to accept it. Some officials with a bad reputation, who were already frightened like frightened birds because of the great change of blood in the imperial court, were even more scared now, and several people did not go to the early court, and they did not dare to go out at home because of their illness.

Meilixi was busy from early morning to dusk today, and she couldn't stay up, so she couldn't stop drinking tea when she got into the carriage, and her mouth was very dry. Now that Shuncheonfu is busy with government affairs, it is not only necessary to deal with those officials and letters, but also to deal with these gossip, if it is reliable, and some of it is fatal, it must be handed over to Jinyiwei, and it is very busy, and there are not a few people who offend. This is contrary to his principle of not making enemies and not taking sides for many years.

After the snow stopped today, it was dusk and the sun was shining on the gate of Na Mei House. The vermilion paint on the door has long since fallen off, and the two small stone lions are as small as two kittens. There is no sense of majesty.

The carriage pulled into the alleyway and slowly stopped.

Merry Creek felt a little strange. "It doesn't make sense. And here it is? He lifted the curtain and sighed into his hand, and the driver was gone. The last rays of sunlight shone diagonally on Merry Creek's shoulders.

He looked at the sunset, which was half covered by the eaves on the side, and his eyes were dark, and he fell straight down, falling on the side of the carriage, and a tiny cut in the blood vessels of Merry Creek on the right side of his neck, and blood flowed down continuously.

Merry Creek was lying on the ground, unable to see the sunset. Sudden dilation of pupils. He snorted twice, twitched, and stopped moving. Suddenly, the horse pulling the cart neighed and ran frantically towards the other end of the roadway. A piece of hemp rope was tied to his foot at some point. The dignified Shuntian Mansion Yin was dragged out of the alley by the carriage.

Immediately, there was a scream.

"Ahh Dead man, dead man! ”

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A light rain drifted through the pass, moistening the fertile grassland, and Gaoyang City. But it is full of complaints from merchants, and then looking east, it is Jinzhou and Linghe City. The sentry at the head of the city hid in the eaves and suddenly saw the carriage coming out of Sun's house. Slowly towards the city gate, he returned to the rain like a chicken, and stood like a pine. The Gona in his hand didn't even know it.

Among the carriages, the elderly Sun Chengzong. Once again, we set off to return to Beijing.

Merry Creek died a terrible death, and it is said that he was dragged by a horse for a long time. was rescued by the defenders of the city. There are abrasions all over his body, and he has long since lost his breath. There are many rumors in the capital, some say that Meili Creek accidentally fell to death, and some say that it is a vendetta and so on.

A bed was erected in front of the door of the Mei Mansion, and the corpse was placed on it. The entire Khoo province was surrounded by the city's troops. A slightly thin young officer stood in front of Merry's body, his face pale.

"You say how can an old fox like you be targeted? You are so cunning, you are still a scourge, people say that the scourge lasts for a thousand years, but it is good for you to die so early. Didn't teach me not to make enemies, not to take sides, what about you? ”

A woman cried and grabbed the ground, scolding which god killed the master of her own family. The man took off his helmet and looked firm, "You always say that you want to be low-key, but look at what you're doing now, which one doesn't push yourself to the cusp?" You're jumping again, you're not talking? ”

"Excuse me, you're still ......," Jingwei's deputy stopped talking.

The young conductor raised his head and muttered, "Check! ”

In the imperial study, Zhu Youjian stood in front of the window.

"Holy Lord, Lord Mei is dead."

"Merry Creek, such an old fox, is still dead." Zhu Youzhen sighed and looked up for a moment, "Do you still want to provoke me?" This time, I won't compromise anymore! "The political faction in the capital is intertwined, if Zhu Youzhen has a pair of fiery eyes, or the city government is deeper, then he is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid that he will not know people clearly and delay the foundation of his ancestors. Zhou Yanru, Mei Lixi, Sun Chengzong, these are the ministers of the humerus who have been tested for a long time, and it is a pity to lose one.

"Holy Lord, Lord Mei's name has not yet been decided."

Zhu Youzhen was a little dull, looking at the depressed clouds, and seemed to have exhausted all the qi in his chest, "Nickname, Wenzhong!" ”

The snow on the ground has not yet melted, and another snow will fall. The dim sky was pressed low, low, like ink. People who are still running in the streets and alleys are holding oil-paper umbrellas and walking with difficulty. The Jingwei team ran in the snow, the soft iron armor clicked and clicked, the leader did not hold Ge in his hand, his right hand was on the hilt of the sword, and his face was as solemn as the sky was so engraved.

There was an endless stream of people from the Mei family, and most of the colleagues in Jingshi came to offer condolences. It doesn't matter if it's true regret or false compassion. In the Mei family's mourning hall, one by one, like the dead father, their faces were solemn, and the more serious ones hid their faces a little, wiped their tears, shook their heads and sighed.

The Jingwei team did not stop and moved forward quickly.

Three incense sticks, two white candles, and a white cloth. The mourning hall in Meifu is as simple as that.

"That's right, you're Merry's son." Li Daozheng was holding three sticks of incense, lifting his sleeves and borrowing fire from the white candle. He was much older than he had been years ago. Throwing out the open flame on the incense, Li Dao inserted it on the incense burner, and said: "Lao Mei is such a strict person, I can't imagine that she will die so much in the end." Alas, cherish each one. He patted the man on the shoulder, shook his head and walked away.

"Master Li, who did my father offend?"

Li Dao, who had just walked out of the mourning hall, stopped and looked at the lightly armored man. Due to the haste of walking, the snow accumulated on the cold iron helmet, and it was not until the house was slightly warmer that it turned into water and fell on the man's face.

Li Dao did not reply.

"Master Li, who is the best in my father! Can't you impeach, can't you come openly? The imperial court, when is it dark enough to use such despicable means as assassination! ”

Li Dao nodded after a long time and said, "If people don't do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed." ”

Let's go into the snow.

A sentence that people are not for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, the officialdom will be exhausted, and the world will be exhausted. (To be continued......)