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"Who messed with my precious girl again? Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info don't cry, tell your father. "Ye Chongyu, the head of the Ye family, is not very gorgeous, trimmed and fitted, and the texture is soft, which is far worse than the three men who are wearing a mobile treasure trove. The face is quite kind, and he doesn't practice martial arts at an age, but he doesn't look old, and he can look like a middle-aged person.

Ye Chongyu saw his daughter crying in, his mind was confused, and he couldn't care about what he was talking about, so he stood up and walked forward, feeling a little at a loss.

In front of the gate of Ye Mansion, there were three men leading horses and moving quickly, it was the three people who were left behind by Yin Xiu, although they did not dare to gallop like Ye Yin Xiu, but they also walked very quickly, and hurriedly bolted the horses on the horse tether post in front of the door before walking up the steps.

The two men obviously also knew the three frequent visitors of the Ye Mansion in front of them, one of them was the young master of the Ye Mansion who took care of part of the business of the Ye Mansion, and the other two were the children of the Li family and the Chen family in Qionghua City.

After the three of them expressed their intentions, a housekeeper led the three of them inside, and before they reached the door of the study, the three of them heard Uncle Ye shouting: "Bastard, you dare to bully my daughter like this." ”

The three of you, you look at me, I look at you, and they all see the bitterness in each other's eyes. knew that the three of them did not protect Yin Xiu well, and they had to be punished for a long time.

The housekeeper knocked on the door: "Master, Young Master Cousin, Li Shao, and Chen Shao are here." ”

"Come in. ”

The butler was very friendly to the three of them, smiled and made a gesture of please and retreated. The three of them pushed open the door and walked in, finding a corner to stand.

Ye Chongyu didn't look at the three of them, but said to another dignified middle-aged man in the room: "Brother Chengwu, you see that this matter is troublesome today, I will visit another day, and we will discuss it in detail." ”

"Haha, don't get in the way, let Ai suffer this big injury, it should be so, if you need help, Brother Ye can let me know. Cheng Wu said.

"Then thank you Brother Chengwu for understanding, my Ye family can't handle some small things, and it's been in Qionghua City for so many years. You don't have to bother to become a martial brother. Ye Chongyu said.

Cheng Wu didn't say anything more, and arched his hand out of the study.

Chengwu's surname is Hua, called Hua Chengwu, there are eight cities and one pass in the southern road, Shacheng Pass, the imperial city of Leyang, and more

This Qionghua City. Qionghua City takes the Ye family as the most, and the Hua family where Hua Chengwu is located is the most in Nagu Su City.

The Hua family was not very prominent in the previous dynasty, but it grew strong in one fell swoop when the Han Dynasty was first established, without him only because the Hua family had the merit of the dragon, Yiyang conquered the world, and the grain, grass and money were mostly provided by the Hua family, and the rise of the Han Dynasty The Hua family has indelible contributions. The old master of the Hua family can be said to be as wise as a torch, at that time, the wealthy families on the entire Southern Road were not optimistic about Yi Yang, but he took a fancy to it at a glance, and he wanted to marry his granddaughter to Yi Yang, of course, this matter did not work out in the end, and he was politely refused.

Among them, the one who is least optimistic about Yi Yang is naturally the Ye family, but I didn't see that Ye Qingyan, the talented daughter of the Ye family, was expelled from the family because she liked the Venerable Master and slaughtered the god of death, Jiang Shuangtian.

Since the establishment of the Han Dynasty, the wealthy families of the entire Southern Province have formed a pattern headed by the Nanshang Fang family, the two major families of Huaye, and then various large and small families.

So what is the matter with this eldest son of the Huacheng Wuhua family coming to the Ye family today?

The civil and military officials stood outside the Golden Palace in two columns, with the military attaché headed by Mo Sanxian on the left, and the prime ministers Han Songluo and Wang Mingji on the right.

The eunuch Xuan Baiguan came to see him, Yi Yanggao sat on the dragon chair, there have been few major events in the past few days, and it is expected that there will be no major events today.

The prime minister of Sichuan frowned and thought about his thoughts, and Wang Mingji was holding the song in his hand and there was no intention to be listed. Behind him was the newly promoted official Shangshu Hua Naifang, who stepped forward to talk about the recent examiner's exploits.

Then it was the household department Shang Shuyuan Zide who stepped forward to talk about some household expenses, military salaries in the west, disaster relief in the north, and the results of the handling a few months ago, all of which were routine matters.

Fang Fengyao was relatively far behind, and when he was still in Taoguang, there was nothing for him on the Golden Palace, and now the matter of the imperial merchants in southern Xinjiang had become a private matter for him to communicate with the Holy Lord in private.

The saint thought that today should pass without waves, and after waiting for a while, he planned to let the eunuch announce: "There is nothing to retreat from." ”

The eunuch just opened his mouth, and Wang Mingji, the right minister, came out with a note in his hand: "The minister Wang Mingji has a sparse performance, please ask the saint to judge, and all the colleagues on the Golden Palace agree." ”

As soon as these words came out, before Wang Youxiang could say the content, the hundred officials began to whisper to each other

Now, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was very happy to keep the names of these people in mind, and after the next dynasty, he planned to hand over a small book to play these adults for the crime of dereliction of honor in front of the king. It's been too long since there has been a sense of existence, and the Ministry of Rites is naturally happy.

It is no wonder that the civil and military officials have caused a sensation, because since Wang Mingji became prime minister ten years ago, he has not made the slightest remarkable political achievements, but he has not made any mistakes in approving political affairs. But these do not conform to Wang Mingji's image as a former imperial master, a mainstay, and a minister of the humerus.

Everyone thinks that Lord Wang is old, or they are still thinking about the previous dynasty and don't want to really contribute, who knows that Lord Wang, who has been silent for so long, is sparse at this time, and he will not say this on the Golden Palace without important matters or major changes. After a while, Baiguan finally stopped talking and quieted down.

The saint glanced at Wang Mingji with some deep meaning and said, "Wang Aiqing, if you have any good ideas, let me hear about it." ”

Wang Mingji nodded and said yes, buried himself in opening the recital, and began to read it with a solemn expression: "Han affairs are prosperous, and the saint is Kant, both the past and the old are abolished, and the new land is established in the old."

Hearing this beginning, there is nothing attractive about it, it is nothing more than some songs of merit and virtue, and if there are words on every piece of music, it is nothing more than Wang Mingji's literary talent.

But when the saint and the hundred officials heard the sentence: "The minister thinks". Everyone's expressions changed, and even the Holy Lord listened with a frown.

Prime Minister Sichuanzi, who was already frowning, frowned even deeper, and turned his head to look at this Lord Wang, who was an official in the same dynasty and in the same hall as him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Only the smile in the corner of the white folding fan's eyes is still there, and a trace of thought can be vaguely seen in the bottom of the eyes.

A book of songs, Wang Mingji turned page after page until the last word came out. Thousands of words are sprinkled with words, a total of seven, involving agriculture, commerce, military, and politics, all of which make people think deeply.

When Wang Mingji read it, all the officials, including the saint, seemed to be holding their breath, and it was not until this time that everyone spit it out.

The old man has been silent for ten years, and if he doesn't make a sound, he will be a blockbuster. The history book of later generations 'The Biography of Wang Mingji' recorded this time: Ten years of sparseness, painstaking efforts. Seven strategies and Anbang, none of them are bad.