After returning from Zhenjiang Mansion and taking in the Qing'er sister and brother, Bao Yuanqian's house became more angry.

Qing'er is a person who lives a hard life, and she is quite skilled in chopping wood and carrying water, and even makes a fire to cook and tidy up the bedding by her meticulously. She strives for perfection in everything, and if she has eight points of strength, she will go to ten points, for fear that Bao Yuanqian will drive them away quickly. The courtyard that used to be quite bleak gradually became tidy, and Bao Yuanqian could smell the smell of rice from a distance when he came home from a business trip every day.

Qing'er's younger brother is called Ah Tu, and he began to take the herbs of Qianjintang on the second day after entering Bao Yuanqian's house, and it took many days to ease slightly, but his body was still weak. Bao Yuanqian is not to blame, this accumulation of years can not be resolved in a few days.

It's just that Qing'er has to kowtow at every turn in big and small things, Bao Yuanqian is not the king of heaven and doesn't need a little girl to kowtow to herself, she simply folds her own life, and told her several times that there is no emperor in this house and there is no need to kowtow, so Qing'er slowly changed herself.

He went on business as usual these days, but found that a group of prisoners looked at him a little wrong, worried, sighed, and even a few people gloated.

He was confused, and said in his heart, did these eunuchs take the wrong medicine?

At noon one day, he was watching the snow in the pavilion of Guozijian, recalling that day when he met Dou Qin and his party at Zhenjiang Wharf. The heart is not that enemies do not get together, and I am afraid that there will be some entanglements in Yingtian in the future.

Just when he was out of his mind, he heard a light cough behind him, and when he came back to his senses, he turned around and saw that it was the young girl dressed as a man, Xue Wujian.

"Si Ye, the student is polite." She said respectfully.

"What?"

Xue Wujian pursed his lips, and after hesitating for a while, he still said: "Si Ye should be careful recently, don't be grabbed by others." ”

Bao Yuanqian heard her say something in a ghostly manner, and he was puzzled, wondering what handle he had to be held? His first reaction was Xiaolan, but then he thought that Xiaolan's identity was only Jiang Wei's wife, and no one cared about him.

Xue Wujian sighed lightly and said, "Didn't Si Ye notice how arrogant the prisoners have been these days? ”

"Well, I don't know why."

Xue Wujian pointed to Guangye Hall and said: "Si Ye doesn't know, they are all waiting to see the fate of the imperial court. ”

"The fate of the imperial court?" When Bao Yuanqian heard this, he could be regarded as a god and asked.

Xue Wujian was a little anxious, and hurriedly said lightly: "Si Ye forgot the two poems he wrote in the restaurant that day?" ”

As soon as Bao Yuanqian heard this, he thought of Jiang Wei's reminder of himself that day, and suddenly said coldly on his back: "What happened to the poem?" ”

"That day, Si Ye was very prosperous, and it was two good poems, and there were not many people on the spot, and most of them were the children of the powerful, and their poems of the Si Ye naturally spread quickly, and many people engraved the two poems in the Xi Pavilion..."Xue Wujian said slowly, "Now these days, many princes and generals have learned about this, and many people have taken advantage of this to make a big fuss, making something out of nothing, intending to make Si Ye bear the sin of taboo." ”

"Taboo!?" Bao Yuanqian frowned, and said in his heart that Lao Tzu casually copied a poem by Tang Bohu and Zheng Banqiao, why did he still copy a big taboo?

Although he knew that there were already signs of literary prison in the Ming Dynasty, it was not so much, so if Tang Bohu's poems were anti-poems, how could they be passed on to future generations?

Xue Wujian said: "That Yongxue is fine, but the second song has been distorted in private, and it seems that it has been spread to the palace." ”

"Eighty percent is Zhang Jing's bastard, right?" Bao Yuanqian thought of this, and sneered, this matter was used by people with ulterior motives, who else could it be besides Zhang Jing?

Xue Wujian nodded, "In short, Siye should be more careful, and it is best to find an excuse so as not to anger Tianyan." Guangyetang can do without him Zhang Jing, but it can't do without you. ”

Bao Yuanqian nodded and thanked him, and Xue Wujian retreated. He looked at the back of Xue Wujian in the pavilion, and suddenly smiled helplessly.

Although she reminded herself openly, she still had her own selfishness in private. If he is no longer in the country, this group of rabbits will turn the sky upside down. She Xue Wujian had only been studying in Guangye Hall for a few days, how could she be destroyed like this?

I heard that this Zhang Jing is a prince of Hou, and naturally there are a group of powerful friends, and there are malicious propaganda among them, and it is difficult not to spread it to the palace. @*~~

Sure enough, Xue Wujian said this at noon.

, he was still pondering the rhetoric, and before the end of the day, a car stopped at the gate of the Guozijian. The next person is the scholar in the middle school, Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi's face was not good at this time, and he hurriedly entered and passed on the message to Bao Yuanqian, then took him into the car and drove straight to the palace.

In the car, Xiao Yi was full of sadness, which was very different from the expression he had taken him into the palace before.

He hardly spoke to Bao Yuanqian, as if he was afraid that he would have something to do with him. Bao Yuanqian asked again and again, and gave some treasure money, and Xiao Yi's face softened slightly.

"Oh, my Lord Bao, Bao Siye!" Xiao Yi sighed and complained: "I have repeatedly told you to be cautious in your words and deeds, and don't talk nonsense. But you guys.... Ay!! ”

Bao Yuanqian said innocently: "But I didn't lose my words, what is the crime?" ”

Xiao Yi slapped her thigh, regardless of her official rank being inferior to Bao Yuanqian, she pointed at him a few times and said, "Although you have not lost your words, you have made intriguing poems!" Now there are many praises in this poetry shop, and even the saints have heard of it, so they announced that you will enter the palace. ”

"What's wrong with this poem?"

Xiao Yi couldn't figure it out herself, so she only said: "Master Bao, do you know that after the puppet Chaofang Xiaoru was killed by the saint, there was a holy decree that if there is someone who hides his poems, he will be guilty to death?" Nashu Ji Shi Zhangpu only forgot to burn a square poem because of a mistake, and he died of sin!! ”

He chattered and explained, and Bao Yuanqian knew that the situation was becoming serious. Although this Fang Xiaoru can't fight with him, what Xiao Yi said shows that for a considerable period of time after the martyrdom, the matter of being convicted for words is quite strictly controlled. It's just that I said unintentionally that day, which sentence offended people?

The two hurriedly entered the palace, this time they did not go to the side hall, but went straight to one of the three major halls, and went to the palace!

"Chen Xiaoyi."

"Minister Bao Yuanqian."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

When the two entered the temple, they had no time to see who was sitting in the temple, so they immediately knelt down and said.

"Flat."

"Thank you!"

An extremely dull voice without the slightest emotion came, and the two of them slowly got up.

The hall is the last of the three halls, and the emperor often convenes people here to discuss every major event. Bao Yuanqian got up and looked at the full hall of civil and military, the two classes of ministers were on both sides, and the first few people were all python robes, obviously many nobles were already here.

Bao Yuanqian muttered in his heart, how could his heart be such a big battle? Even if I make a mistake, it won't be the presence of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military nobles, is this to judge me?

Lao Tzu was sealed in the inn, but he didn't expect the scene in the dream to ask himself about his sin.

He looked at the jade steps in the hall, and at a glance he saw the "acquaintance" on the jade steps, a military attache in a flying fish suit, looking at him playfully, that person was Ji Gang!!

And on the gilded dragon chair next to him a few steps, a man with a tiger body was wearing a black gauze winged crown, dressed in bright yellow stickers, with a dark complexion, a few beards hanging vigorously on his chest, and his eyes were staring at him fiercely.

Bao Yuanqian knew that the person on the dragon chair was Zhu Di, but he didn't expect this person to be Zhu Di!

His heart jumped wildly just by looking at it, because this face he remembered vividly, it was the person who asked him to answer the question in the Japanese Wenyuan Pavilion!

No wonder there was a sense of majesty in his words that day, and his moody appearance made sense.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the secretary of the Guozijian Division, Bao Yuanqian. _o_m Zhu Di said lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal an imperceptible smile.

When everyone heard it, they seemed to have heard this name more or less, and they couldn't help but talk about it for a while.

Bao Yuanqian is most annoyed by being looked at as a monkey, pointing and pointing, but now in this palace of self-determination, he can't move if he is standing loose.

After a while, Zhu Di leaned on the dragon handle, stood up and said to Bao Yuanqian: "Feng Zhilang, I heard that you are brilliant?" ”

Bao Yuanqian listened to Zhu Di's sudden attack, Ji Gang's smug look on the side, his heart was cold, and his heart said that this Zhang Jing took the lead and passed it to Ji Gang's ears, and this Ji Gangxuan told Zhu Di!

His mind leaped, and his eyes rolled: "Back to the saint, Weichen is just a martial artist. When I was young, I knew a few words and wrote one or two limerick poems, which is really not a literary talent. ”

"Oh?" Zhu Di stroked his long beard and said, "But I seem to hear it."

Rumor has it that you have made a good poem. What goes up and up, and goes up to the highest. Raise your head to the red sun and white clouds, and look at the five lakes and all over the world. It sounds like a tiger. ”

Without waiting for Bao Yuanqian to explain, Ji Gang on the side took two steps forward and said: "Qi Qi Sheng, the minister thinks that Feng Zhilang's poem is very objectionable!" ”

"Say it."

Ji Gang got up early in the morning, and he didn't know who was directing, so he said eloquently: "Back to the saint, this is a big rebellion, and I don't know where this Feng Zhilang wants to go?" But after thinking about the second sentence, the answer was given, he wanted to go to the highest, and this supreme was alluding to the temple and the throne?! The red sun and white clouds are low, and the five lakes and seas are all looking at each other, and these two sentences are even more obvious to the wolf's ambition! Who in the world does not know that the saint carries the sun and the moon on his shoulders and the stars on his back. Feng Zhilang said that as soon as he raised his head, he even lowered his head in the red sun and white clouds, doesn't it mean that the Son of Heaven is also under him, and then he will take over all the lakes and seas of my Ming Dynasty, but he will take things from his bag? ! Such a sinister person, please also ask the holy mountain to investigate, punish the woman to eliminate the evil, and prevent it from happening! ”

He punished his heart every word, and his moves were fatal, and every word was made out of nothing, and he went straight to Bao Yuanqian's head to buckle the hat of the thief.

Although Bao Yuanqian had been prepared, he never expected that a poem could be dismembered into a rebellious anti-poem by Ji Gang with ulterior motives, which was really a crime.

Xiao Yi was shocked by this sudden change in a cold sweat, trembling and not daring to raise her head, waiting for the Son of Heaven to send Bao Yuanqian, an unlucky bastard.

A man in a python robe on the left side came out and said: "Qi Qi Sheng, the minister thinks that the poems are just playthings, so you don't have to be serious." However, Master Ji made something out of nothing and played with right and wrong, but let others mistakenly think that the saint was narrow-minded and punished without guilt. ”

Ji Gang looked at this man with some jealousy, and he couldn't hold back his anger when he was refuted like this. Zhu Di raised his hand to stop the python-robed man, and said with a smile: "Mei Yin doesn't have to be angry, and look at what Feng Zhilang says." ”

"Feng Zhilang, Master Ji said, how do you explain?" Zhu Di was not angry and not angry, and asked questions as if watching a play.

Bao Yuanqian knew that this was the place of death and life, and Zhu Di's expression did not change, and he couldn't see through his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and if he was not careful, he would end up dismal.

He knelt down and bowed: "I think Master Ji is also a martial artist, and it is reasonable that he does not understand this poem thoroughly." @ ”

"What do you mean?"

Bao Yuanqian said slowly: "Weichen was still a white man waiting to be sealed at that time, and his desire for a career was naturally extremely urgent. This one after another, it is natural to express Weichen's sigh for the imminent success, and hopes that he can have a smooth career in the future. And the first to the highest is naturally a good wish for the future to be able to be a great minister, not only although it is only a five-grade crown belt, but also a face to hope that the day when he can be a great minister and assist the king. But I didn't expect that this supreme being mistaken by Master Ji for the throne of the temple? As everyone knows, in the eyes of the common people in the world, their highest honor is only a very human minister, and a very human minister is also a courtier, and who dares to covet the throne? And although Lord Ji is a courtier, he can understand the supreme as the throne, but he didn't expect Lord Ji to be so rebellious in his heart, it turns out that his highest position is not just a very human minister, but has other plans. ”

He was now splashed with dirty water by Ji Gang, and it was useless to explain to himself, so he simply took the opportunity to pull Ji Gang into the quagmire. You say that you over-interpret Lao Tzu's poems, and Lao Tzu also gives back to him, so that everyone is full of to see who is clean?

"You!" Ji Gang pointed at him angrily and said, "Clever tongue, I really don't know death!" ”

"Interesting, interesting." Zhu Di interrupted Ji Gang and said, "You can talk about it in detail." ”

Bao Yuanqian bowed and said: "Master Ji was not in the sprinkling building that day, so naturally I don't know what the scene is, and the prisoners invited me to compose a poem on the theme of Tianfu City." The first two sentences are the uneasy state of mind of Weichen when he first came to the imperial capital, and the last two sentences are borrowed from Tianfu City is the imperial capital of the Son of Heaven, and the dragon and tiger are standing in the momentum to write the Son of Heaven. In response to the magnificent momentum of Tianfu City, praise the orthodoxy of the Mandate of Heaven! ”

"Destiny Orthodoxy?" Zhu Di heard this key word that made him sensitive, and he wanted to hear how Bao Yuanqian explained.

"Lord Ji was not present that day, what Wei Chen said was a red sun with his head raised and the white clouds low. And it is by no means to raise the head, the red sun and white clouds are low. Master Ji said that the Son of Heaven carried the sun and the moon on his shoulders and the stars on his back. In Weichen's poem, it is said that the Son of Heaven is the red sun that is high above, and Weichen and his colleagues are the low white clouds. The minister looked up to the Son of Heaven from the white clouds.

The Son of Heaven is high above the light of ten thousand ways, at a glance of the Ming Dynasty, all over the world, and will take it all in. is so magnificent, the four seas are flat and the white clouds are low, who can match it, isn't it the orthodoxy of the Mandate of Heaven? ”

There was a slight sweat on Bao Yuanqian's forehead, his mind was spinning very fast, and his brain was almost down. He was just a plagiarist of poetry, but he was forced by Ji Gang to become a sophist all his life.

"What a supreme minister, what a righteous destiny." Zhu Di suddenly looked happy, patted the dragon chair and said: "Feng Zhilang, you are really talented, no wonder others say that you are active and calm." ”

"Weichen is not talented, and I hope that the saint will not investigate deeply." Bao Yuanqian let out a long sigh and got up, he glanced at the python-robed man who was speaking for him, and only then did Zhu Di mention that his name was Mei Yin.

This Mei Yin is Zhu Yuanzhang's son-in-law, and the husband of Princess Ning is also Zhu Di's brother-in-law. No wonder he can be blunt, and this Zhu Di did not worry about it.

Bao Yuanqian can be said to be in danger, Zhu Di seems to be unimpressed on the surface, and only watches the two argue fiercely, but Zhu Di, who has a strong desire for power, is by no means an open-minded benevolent monarch. Especially when it comes to power, anti-poetry, etc., no matter what credit you have made to kill him, even if you want to use it for yourself, you will not hesitate to get rid of it.

If Fang Cai himself is struggling, this life is not something that can be saved by a piece of jade seal.

Just when Bao Yuanqian thought that there was nothing to do, Ji Gang's eyes rolled and said: "Qi Qi Sheng, although Feng Zhilang's poem is correct, it does not look like it is written by himself, but copied and imitated. ”

Bao Yuanqian sneered, and said in his heart, Laozi, this is Tang Yin's poem, if you want to falsify it, you can't take a time shuttle to pick him up in a hundred years.

Who knew that Ji Gang said: "When the ministers and other Jinyi guards investigated the case of the rebel and the thief, they seemed to have seen this poem in the rebel's study. ”

As soon as his words came out, there was an uproar in the hall, who didn't know that Fang Xiaoru was a rebel minister who was exterminated by the clan and the head of the four evils. Even Qi Huang still has a side branch of the relatives who have not been punished, but this small official Fang Xiao Confucian Shengsheng was killed by the saint The whole clan, men and women, old and young, do not leave enough to show the hatred of the bones. The collection of literary poems left by Fang Xiaoru was destroyed, and even the passages of Fang Sheng involved in the articles of his teacher Song Lian were destroyed.

Ji Gang suddenly linked this poem with Fang Xiaoru, which was really sinister!

Sure enough, Zhu Di frowned when he heard this, and said suspiciously like a tiger: "There is such a thing? Is there an original copy of the book of poetry? ”

Ji Gang said: "When the thief was destroyed, it had already been destroyed, and there was no left. But at first glance, this poem felt that it was a great rebellion, so the minister had some impressions, and now he is not ashamed to listen to Feng Zhilang's words, but he remembers this matter. ”

Bao Yuanqian's brows were furrowed, staring at Ji Gang, and he wanted to die without proof, and he strung himself and Fang Xiaoru together to frame him, and Fang Xiaoru's protégés and former officials were all killed, and this Ji Gang used his identity as a Jinyiwei to investigate Fang Xiaoru's case, and no one knew the true source of this poetry collection, so he defiled himself. @·error-free start~~

If he can't make a plan, he will come up with two plans, so that he himself will say no, and Ji Gang will say yes, and it will become a dead end. But Ji Gang is Zhu Di's favored Jinyi Wei after all, and he doesn't count his own hair, and he knows how Zhu Di guesses.

"It's not proper, if you are not guilty, you can't have a poem, but Master Ji wants to set up a blame?" That Mei Yin came out again and said: "That thief pseudo-Confucianism and hypocrisy, how can he make such a bold poem? ”

Zhu Di saw Mei Yin stand up again, his eyelids twitched twice, but he didn't change his face and said nothing.

The purpose of the discipline is to put Bao Yuanqian to death, and he is not willing to give up. He saw Zhu Di's twitching cheeks beside him, and naturally understood that the Holy Lord was already unhappy with Mei Yin's repeated faces.

He said: "The Holy Lord once said that the matter of the thief is of great importance and should not be underestimated. As a courtier, I am only doing things with a solid heart, so what is the crime? ”

The two were at a stalemate, and Zhu Di looked at a purple-robed civil official on the right and said, "Mian Ren is good at decisiveness, how can you talk about this matter?" ”

The purple-robed civil official was about thirty years old, and the appearance of a humble gentleman came out with a wat board and said: "Back to the saint, Master Ji is the person who investigated the case of the thief, and what he said may not be groundless. It's just that.. After all, the poetry collection has long been destroyed, and if it is innocent, it is a chilling heart. ”

Bao Yuanqian heard Zhu Di call him Mianren, and said that he was good at making decisions, and knew that this person was Yang Rong, one of the cabinets. This Yang Rong is also playing Tai Chi with the mud, in line with the words that both sides are not offended.

Yang Rong's voice fell, and he said, "Only."

I heard the poem of Feng Zhilang, which is quite magnificent, and it is also easy to come to the restaurant, which seems to be really brilliant. In the words of the minister, if Feng Zhilang is the palace to write a poem, if Feng Zhilang is witty, it is naturally not a copy of other people's works, and it has nothing to do with the thief. ”

Zhu Di looked at a white-haired old minister led by the other side and said, "Does Marquis Wu Dinghou think this is feasible?" ”

That Marquis of Wuding was naturally Guo Ying, Guo Ying said hoarsely with a cane: "Back to the saint, the minister has no objection, Yang Ge's words are the best policy." As soon as he said that, the military ministers behind him echoed one after another.

"Since the civil and military are consistent, I will use Mian Ren's words, and ask Feng Zhilang to improvise a poem." Zhu Di smiled lightly.

"Holy and slow." Ji Gang said to stop it, and when he saw that Zhu Di was puzzled, he said: "If Feng Zhilang can't write poetry, it is a crime of bullying the king, and the crime should be beheaded." ”

Zhu Di's face did not change, "That's nature." ”

Ji Gang looked at Bao Yuanqian coldly, although he wasn't sure if Bao Yuanqian could do another song, but now that he was squirting blood, it was not easy to force Bao Yuanqian to do this. If Bao Yuanqian is under heavy pressure and loses his ability, then don't blame himself for being ruthless.

Bao Yuanqian's heart chuckled, and he said in his heart, Yang Rong Jigang, I greet your mother! actually let him be a palace poem, he has a hammer talent to learn that Cao Zhi's seven steps?

My life is resting, and disaster comes from my mouth, which is truly the truth of the ages. He had already made up his mind at the moment, once he couldn't make it up, he would kill him out of the Jinshen Palace, no matter what, he couldn't sit still!

At this time, he wished that he had traveled to the Han and Tang Dynasties, and at least there were still a lot of poems that could be plagiarized. Error-free update @ But now that he is in the early Ming Dynasty, the poems that can remind him are already rare, and he has the intention to plagiarize and have no such stock.

"I heard that Feng Zhilang started in the Northwest Frontier Army and fought in the frontier all the year round, can you write a poem with the title of Biansai?" Just when Bao Yuanqian was sad in his heart, Yang Rong suddenly turned around and said.

Bao Yuanqian stared at Yang Rong, but he didn't expect him to let himself use the side plug as the topic. His pig brain load was loaded, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he said again and again, my life is at stake!

He immediately turned around the hundred officials and said: "Although I think of a song, but if I make it, then it will be Lord Ji who deceives the king, and my blood and mouth stain my innocence, how should I be guilty?" ”

As soon as he said this, the whole hall looked at each other, and it was a novelty that someone wanted to cure the sin that Jinyi Wei knew about it.

Zhu Di played with the taste: "If it is done, let him kneel and kowtow to you, how about it?" ”

"Since the saint has spoken, Weichen naturally has no objections."

"Please." Yang Rong raised his hand and asked.

In the eyes of Zhu Di and the hundred officials, he slowly paced back and forth with his hands down, making a meditative appearance, so as not to come too quickly and make people suspicious.

"A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to the side of the Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night."

Bao Yuanqian frowned and read the first sentence, sighed lightly, turned around and paced a few steps.

"The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden."

After reading two sentences, he knelt down and said, "Saint, the poem has been finished." ”

He never expected Yang Rong to hit the right one crookedly and test himself to stuff poetry. Then he unceremoniously borrowed the Sauvignon Blanc of Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty, but changed the "Yuguan" in the first sentence to "Yuguan" to avoid the words not reaching the meaning.

After all, Yuguan is Shanhaiguan, and the words of a person who guards Suzhou are too outrageous to make Shanhaiguan thousands of miles away, but fortunately, Suzhou and Jiayuguan are the same place, so that "Yuguan" seems real.

The two are homophonic, and he sighed to himself that even God is helping him, which is seamless!

The hall was silent, and they were still savoring the two lines of poetry in their mouths, and they couldn't help but nod.

In their early years, they knew the bitter cold of the frontier by lying on the ice and snow, and they knew that the soldiers were homesick and the pain of separation. Now listening to Bao Yuanqian's two good words actually evoke their past of Tiema Binghe, I am deeply touched.

Yang Rong was convinced, and returned to the ranks of civil officials. However, Ji Gang's face was pale, although he was a person in the army, he could also hear that Bao Yuanqian's poems were quite superior, and he really wanted to... Kowtow to him?!

"Not bad." Zhu Di lifted the jade belt, took the lead in getting up and going down the stairs, and smiled at the left and right Wenwu: "This person is really clever and abnormal, and he is quite crooked.

You can give it a try, so as not to humiliate the face of the Celestial Empire, what do you think? ”

Many civil and military officers nodded one after another, convinced. It's just that Bao Yuanqian is confused, what to try? What insulted the face of the Celestial Empire?

Zhu Di was about to go back to the upper echelons, but he heard Bao Yuanqian say: "Qi Qi Sheng, Fang Cai Shengshang once said that if I make a poem, I will let Master Ji kowtow to me and apologize, but can I still make it?" ”

Zhu Di turned around to look at Bao Yuanqian, glanced at Tie Qing's Ji Gang again, and said with a smile: "That's nature." ”

He said lightly to Ji Gang: "You slandered people's innocence out of thin air, and you didn't come to admit your mistake quickly?" ”

His words were undoubted, Ji Gang trembled, this is the palace where the civil and military nobles are all there! Who doesn't know that he is beautiful, and now he actually kneels down to a five- or six-grade petty official, how can he not hate!

Ji Gang looked at Zhu Di's cold eyes, so he had to step down obediently, and really walked in front of Bao Yuanqian in the full hall of civil and military affairs, his fists clenched and gurgling, and his eyes stared at Bao Yuanqian with hatred.

Bao Yuanqian is not afraid of him at all, since he has used Fang Xiaoru to kill himself, the two of them are undying enemies, and now if he retreats, he will not let him stop, for such a narrow-minded person, he has to lose face!

Anyway, if you kneel or not, you won't let Lao Tzu go, then Lao Tzu will let you kneel on the spot and kneel to Lao Tzu in front of the emperor and hundreds of officials!!

I saw that Ji Gang couldn't resist Zhu Di, passing through the civil and military columns, and he was so ashamed that he almost didn't have the face to look at the sides. The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs has always been jealous and disgusted with the high-flying and domineering Ji Gang, and seeing that he was going to kneel down to Bao Yuanqian and a Fengzhilang as the official of Sanpintang, it was really fresh, and they all ignored him indifferently with the mentality of watching jokes.

Although Zhu Di favors Ji Gang, Ji Gang is known to everyone, and if he doesn't give him a boring stick, he really thinks that Ying Tianfu is the biggest Ji Gang except for Tianwang Laozi.

No matter how favored any courtier is, it is just a tool to maintain imperial power, and when he uses you, he will be favored by you, but once he is pampered and arrogant, the emperor will turn his face ruthlessly and teach his favored ministers a lesson like a pig and a dog.

That Ji Gang took a deep breath and knew that the emperor's order was difficult to disobey, and in Xiao Yi's stunned eyes, he really knelt down and kowtowed in front of Bao Yuanqian regardless of his face!

"Poof!" When Ji Gang knelt down, a coquettish laugh sounded behind the palace, and this laughter was extremely light but still captured by Bao Yuanqian. _o_m This hall of worship is the hall of a hundred officials, where did the woman come from?