Zhao Shangshu turned a deaf ear to the various reactions of his old friends and political enemies, only clenched his fists and said firmly:

"The old minister thinks that this case was committed by the Beidi assassins, and there should be his comrades in the court!"

After finishing the sentence, the imperial study was so quiet that it could be heard for a while.

But after a breath -

"Ha, Zhao Laoshangshu's words are too alarmist."

When Wang Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials came to this, he snorted disdainfully before continuing to explain his opinion.

"Although Beidi has risen to occupy the north in recent years, it is just a group of barbarians in the final analysis. Can they be quietly sent into the capital? Do you still know how to deal with the Jinshi of my dynasty? It's nonsense, it's ridiculous! ”

The corners of Zhao Shangshu's forehead jumped straight, if he wasn't in front of the emperor at this moment, he couldn't be too rude, and he would have punched him over earlier.

After his old friend tried his best to suppress it, and at the same time he himself tried his best to endure and endure, he was able to hold back his anger and speak, grinding his teeth and saying:

"Wang Shangshu only went to the Yanshan camp once to pay the army, how much can he know about Beidi? How dare you speak so loudly in front of Your Majesty? ”

When Wang Shangshu heard this, he didn't turn his head, only glanced at Zhao Shangshu with a sneer out of the corner of his eye, and said in a cold tone:

"The contemptible people have not personally fought on the battlefield, but they can understand those vulgar barbarians, there are books left by their predecessors, and there are all kinds of caravans that come and go inside and outside Yanshan. Go to the West Market casually, you can listen to as many as you want, how can you get along with them day and night? ”

Between these words, not to mention the tone, even the eyes of the officials are full of contempt and arrogance.

It seems that Zhao Shangshu, who is arguing with him, is also a vulgar barbarian, and needs to draw a line with him.

In fact, this kind of prejudice and emotion has long been unique to someone, but the opposition between civil servants and military generals slowly formed after two generations in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

And it's not just Wenchen who looks down on the generals on the bloody battlefield, when they are rough people who only know how to fight. The generals also looked down on the scholars who lived above the temples, only as if they were cowards who were powerless and could only point fingers and talk.

This momentum has intensified this year, and it has even faintly begun to affect the marriage of the Jingzhong family, etc., daily trivialities.

It is not uncommon for wealthy families in Beijing, dominated by literati, to openly and secretly ridicule families born in military achievements.

However, this accumulation of shortcomings can not be reversed in a day or two.

Emperor Xuande sighed secretly, and at the same time spoke in time, interrupting the situation that was about to worsen.

"What is the basis for Zhao Aiqing's words?"

He has always valued the outcome of the matter, and asking it at this moment is also to let the minister in front of him speak freely, where does he care if there is evidence?

But alas, there is no need to insert this word. I'm afraid that King Zhao and the two are very likely to be hot-blooded, and they really fight in front of him today.

Tsk, if it really develops so far, it will be a headache.

Emperor Xuande smiled bitterly in his heart, and glanced at Zhao Shangshu meaningfully.

Zhao Shangshu was clenching a pair of iron fists, waiting for Wang Shangshu with burning eyes, accumulating strength. Suddenly hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, remembering that this was not the time for a dispute with the surname Wang.

And when he turned his head to look at Emperor Xuande, he was even more shocked by the gaze of the head lowering, and his heart was even warmer for a moment.

Zhao Shangshu had unloaded all his strength in a blink of an eye, respectfully bowed to the boss, and replied:

"Your Majesty, the minister has evidence."

This was beyond Emperor Xuande's expectations, "Oh, Aiqing said quickly." ”

When the prime minister was assassinated on the street, this made him lose face, and he almost blew up his lungs when he first heard it.

But Emperor Xuande also knows very well that such a big case that has been planned for a long time and has been successfully successfully handled will not have clues in a moment. If the murderer is so hasty, it will be difficult for him to win a battle in this impregnable capital!

He still has this self-confidence. Therefore, he was very surprised that Zhao Shangshu could find decisive evidence in such a short time.

But at this time-

Ding, dang!

An extremely crisp crash suddenly echoed in the imperial study with only five people.

However, before the voice sounded, everyone was waiting intently for Zhao Shangshu's next step, and no one moved a bit!

Zhao Shangshu, who has been bloodbathed in the battlefield for many years and is far more alert than others in the house, was stunned for less than a breath, and then strode straight to Emperor Xuande without saying anything, and at the same time warned in his mouth:

"Your Majesty is dangerous! You ......"

Emperor Xuande was also startled by the sudden sound, but after being stunned for a moment, he almost lost Zhao Shangshu's reaction speed, and just before the other party took the second step, he had raised his hand and raised his palm, shook his head and smiled slightly embarrassedly:

"It's okay, I accidentally kicked something at my feet."

After finishing speaking, Emperor Xuande immediately coughed lightly and interrupted Zhao Shangshu, who wanted to continue his previous words.

"Zhao Aiqing is slow. If what Aiqing said before has been fully corroborated, this matter cannot be left idle. ”

Emperor Xuande said this, swept to the others in the room, and said solemnly:

"From this moment on, the matters just mentioned will be classified as confidential matters, and no more words shall be mentioned to others."

The emperor's solemn words and personal edicts, who would dare not obey them?

The four people under the stairs, without waiting for the words to land, all bowed down one after another, solemnly and respectfully.

After the procedure was finished, everyone looked up, and Emperor Xuande was raising his hand, touching his chin, and smacking and saying on a whim:

"It's rare that there are many people this time, and listening to what Zhao Aiqing just said, I still don't have a clue about the details of the spies?"

After Zhao Shangshu heard this, he immediately bowed down.

Emperor Xuande nodded, then said with a smile:

"That's right, today's secret discussion ends here, Zhao Shangshu went to the side hall and wrote the unfinished words into excerpts to stay. Other Aiqing, of course, including Zhao Aiqing, Zhen Tezhun Er, etc., have the right to report directly when they find suspicious people and suspicious things in the DPRK. ”

Except for the Qin Cha and the Yan Guan, no one in this dynasty has won this honor, at least on the surface.

At this moment, the official Shangshu straightened his back proudly. Honglu Temple Qing Feichun was excited and her face flushed, and Lord Liao of Dali Temple was the first to accept the order with a demeanor.

Zhao Shangshu frowned after a slight pause and followed in the footsteps of Lord Liao.

After sending away everyone in the imperial study, Emperor Xuande's face sank, and he tapped on the table in front of him, unconcealed his anger, and said coldly:

"How long do you want to hide? Do you want me to invite you? ”

The more Emperor Xuande spoke, the more angry he became, and finally simply controlled the strength, slapped the table, and shouted angrily in a low voice:

"It's nonsense! Get out of here! ”

If it weren't for the old man Zhao next door who hadn't left yet, and the face of the little rabbit cub, uh, including his own ...... Why is he so aggrieved, he can't be happy when he gets angry?!

Speaking of which, in the past few days, he has really not been happy everywhere......

As soon as he thought of this, accompanied by the squeak sound coming from the wall, Emperor Xuande grabbed the red silk inkstone on the desk with one hand. But after only taking a deep breath, his hand was loosened and tightened, and it was changed to a white porcelain pen wash on the side.

The gaze is from the Nanmu pen stand, turning behind him, the right side of the bookshelf, the source of the squeak.

Eye-to-eye, manual.

It's just—

"Danyang?!"