After Wang Shouren's death, although the cabinet was calm on the surface, it was precisely because of this that it became weird.

Those forces under Wang Shouren's hands not only did not make trouble in secret, but besides, there was still no sound until now, and something was wrong with the quiet.

The power of the cabinet is also being frantically eaten away by the six ministries, which can be said to be a fish and meat waiting to be slaughtered.

However, the people above the court know that these are not even the muscles and bones of the cabinet, and they have not even scraped off the flesh and skin, and they can be said to be just small spikes on top of a dime.

If those elders come forward and fight the princes, who would dare to stir up?

At dusk, a wine shop, an old shop built along the river, is famous for its home-brewed peach blossom brew, as well as Jiannanchun.

The dusk is a little stuffy, the small wine shop is full, and those who have no seats are leaning on the railing, and the small wine shop is like a steamer.

Out of nowhere, an old man in cloth came out, with a decent appearance, peaceful eyebrows, and a waking wood that looked quite old in his hand.

I heard that this old man was still a showman back then, and he was nearly forty years old and finally got admitted to a showman, but unfortunately, he didn't catch up with the good time, just when Kowloon was seizing the throne, and the army was in chaos. The name of this talent is nowhere to be found.

But fortunately, there is such an errand as a storyteller, and he can earn a few copper plates, at least he can live with food and clothing.

"Smack!" The liquor shop, which was still noisy in itself, immediately became quiet.

Xingmu patted it, and the storyteller's temperament changed, and he raised his voice and said: "Let's talk about it again, hey, last time we talked about it, before the war, the drums were beaten by a hundred soldiers, and the battle of Yashan was Pingnan Tang!" Today, let's talk about how the founder of my Dajing, His Majesty Gaozu, destroyed the Spring and Autumn Period and unified the four seas! ”

After that, there were two similar coughs, and they continued to chatter.

"Speaking of the past, it can be described as a hundred years of spring and autumn dreams, I don't know how many heroes, but in the end, it was the young man who started with only eighteen soldiers......"

Pingyao is located in the south of the big scene, in fact, it is not big, it is not small, there are about three or four hundred households in dozens of miles, although there are fewer households, but it is also particularly lively, and there are many good wines famous here, the tribute wine of the past dynasties is all from this.

The town is full of people, and everywhere is remarkable and ordinary, but it is not without losing interest.

"Little Er, fight wine!"

A pair of black and white soap boots stepped into the wine shop, and the sound of Lang Lang came with some pride.

The person who came came with his hands on his back, wearing a white robe, with a handsome face, two strands of hair hanging down his cheeks, a gourd hanging from his waist, a tall figure, long hair and a shawl, handsome and elegant, a gentle and elegant young man with a good demeanor.

"Come on..."

"Guest officer, this small shop has..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man interrupted: "As long as Master Zhang's brewed Jian Nanchun!" Let's start with a pot and fill it with my wine gourd. ”

"Eh, wait, officer."

Soon a pot of wine came up.

The wine entered his throat, accompanied by the wind blowing into the wine shop in March, and the young man's expression was a little more happy.

The storyteller's chatter was everywhere, but the boy apparently didn't have the time to pay attention.

His gaze swept to the outside of the wine shop, his eyes were full of nostalgia, and there were some things that he shouldn't have at his age, loneliness, loneliness, and some vicissitudes......

The young man also remembered that his master was also sitting here, and he once said that the wine was sad and turned into lovesick tears. When you sing about wine, life is geometric. Open a pot of wine and drink it on the spring breeze. If you get money, you will find each other, and you will not be suspicious of selling wine. The wine intestines are piled up with tillers, and the poetry is around.

In retrospect, it's really charming.

Thinking of this, the young man shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Soon, when Xiao Er made the wine in the gourd, the young man sitting in the wine shop had already drunk half of the pot, and his face was a little more dizzy.

"Guest officer, the wine is ready."

"Let it go."

"Huh."

After the old man put down the gourd, he wanted to leave, so he immediately put on a white cloth and went to greet another guest officer.

The young man did not have the vigor that he should have been at this age, and he drank with everyone present, and drank all the big words in the world.

On the contrary, it is located in a corner, and the cloudy wine in the cup reflects the loneliness.

The rebellion of Yongjia, the clothes crossed to the south, and the eight tribes who entered Fujian,

The young man's real name is Lin Xiuyi, few people in the world have heard of him, but his surname is easy to guess, that is, one of the top two wealthy families who moved south that year, and it is no different from the Cui family, but his family is more prominent than the Cui family, one is in business, and the other is in the court all the year round, and the only use of civil officials is to make up a perfect story for those who unify the world, highlighting the justice of such people, so that they can leave their names in history and receive thousands of worship.

The Lin family, the majority of literati and ink writers, and many Confucians from this family, even if they moved south to the south of the Yangtze River, it is also unusual, and then, Emperor Gaozu's sword pointed directly at the world, the head of the Lin family, simply quickly hugged the thigh of Emperor Gaozu, and then established the country to unify the world, Gaozu Benji is...

Emperor Gaozu lived in the solidity of Cuihan, embraced the land of Yongzhou, and the monarchs and ministers insisted on peeking into the world, sweeping the world, encompassing the meaning of the four seas, and annexing the heart of the eight wildernesses. When it was the time, Shang Jun Zuozhi, the internal law, farming and weaving, repairing and defending the tools of war, and fighting the kings in the external balance.

This wave of indiscriminate kneeling and licking naturally became a celebrity around Emperor Gaozu, and also laid a foundation for the Lin family to dominate the court in the future and tilt the power towards the government and the opposition.

Later, when the first emperor took the throne, the Lin family's power reached its peak all of a sudden, and whether the prosperity came or not, it naturally left a foreshadowing for the fall of the Lin family.

Soon, the first assistant of the Lin family died of illness, and the Lin family finally fell into the sand, but the ancestral tomb was not extinct.

Although Chen Luo knew it in his heart, he still didn't let it go, and it could be regarded as leaving a fun for his long life.

Lin Gongzi looked out the window alone for a long time, until sunset and the wine shop was about to close.

Except for one drunk, the guests in the wine shop were still lying on the ground and sleeping at the moment, and they estimated that they had to spend the night here tonight.

The little two in the wine shop naturally noticed this strange person,

During this period, there were also many people pointing at the Lin family, but Chen Luo didn't seem to hear anything, and he was still like that.

However, the little two didn't dare to come forward to disturb this guest, and no one dared to take the lead in causing trouble these years, but some only thought that he didn't have silver taels, and deliberately turned around here to sensationalize.

"But, Lin Gongzi?"