"The eunuch naturally can't believe it, but I just hope that when the eunuch suffers a great disaster, he can remember what I said today." Yan Jingxiu had already recovered his expression just now at this time. He took a sip of tea and said lightly.

After Wang Zhi listened, his laughter was even louder:

"If there is really a ghost, if there is really a god, even if he is ordered to punish me, I Wang Zhi has never believed in these ethereal things since the beginning of Broken Teng Gorge!"

"Elder Yan Ge, I didn't expect you to be blindly superstitious about these, which makes a certain person funny!"

After finishing speaking, he laughed and left, and at this time, in the heart of the governor of Xichang, he really disdained this cabinet chief assistant to the extreme.

Yan Jingxiu was also a capable minister a few years ago, and he was also very wary of him, but he didn't expect to be so old and faint now!

Believe in the theory of gods and ghosts...... It's ridiculous! Let such a person rule the Ming Dynasty, and sooner or later something will happen.

In that case, let me replace this old fellow!

Wang walked straight, and the corners of his mouth gradually hooked into a smile.

At this time, he was only nineteen years old, and it was the time when the spring breeze was proud.

As for what Yan Jingxiu said, he had already forgotten everything.

Back in the house, he took care of the affairs of the West Factory as usual, and then went to bed and went to sleep.

In the first half of the night, everything was calm.

When the morning light was shining in the sky, a terrible scream suddenly shook the entire mansion, even drowning out the crow of the morning chicken.

Wang Zhimeng sat up from the bed, his clothes were completely soaked with sweat, and even a human-shaped water stain appeared on the bed under him.

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead......," he repeated, his eyes full of horror.

He stroked his body with both hands indiscriminately, and it took a long time for the real touch to calm him down.

He couldn't forget what happened to him in his dream, it was the ultimate horror, the terrible torture that did not belong to the world.

The eighteenth floor of the underworld? He experienced it over and over again, and even the torture he had inflicted on prisoners.

At this time, Wang Zhi, how can he still have half a point of arrogance during the day?

"How could it be, how could it be ......," he muttered in a low voice, refusing to believe that there were ghosts and gods, but what had happened in the dream made him have to think about it this way.

During the day, Yan Jingxiu had just said something like that, and at night, he suffered a nightmare.

As the Shousuke said, since you can interfere with your dreams, then take your own soul......

Wang Zhi shuddered.

"Are you alright, sir?" At this time, the subordinates finally arrived, and they shouted outside.

"It's fine." Wang Zhi's voice trembled a little.

After a while, another voice came:

"Adult ......"

Wang Zhi recognized that it was his deputy, and asked impatiently:

"What's the matter?"

"Last night, more than twenty of our people disappeared inexplicably, and this morning they were found in several alleys, all dead......"

Wang Zhi's eyes suddenly froze!

If in the past, if someone dared to touch the fan of the West Factory, he would have already ordered his subordinates to take revenge.

But now, this point in time is really a bit of a coincidence, but he doesn't dare to act rashly, and even he begins to worry about whether this is a warning from heaven to him!

"Dispose of the body. Temporarily...... Don't worry about it! ”

After that, he bathed and changed his clothes, and then ordered people to bring rich sacrifices and rushed to the ancestral hall of King Jingping in the city.

Before the statue, he prayed with his head devoutly, asking the spirits to forgive him for his sins.

This person, who did not believe in the gods and Buddhas at all, knelt in front of Yan Ling's statue at this moment and prayed with admiration.

Wang Zhi was afraid, he finally climbed to this day, and he didn't want to lose his life inexplicably because he offended the ghosts and gods.

He didn't notice that in the teahouse not far from him, an old man and a young man were watching his various performances.

A smile crossed the young man's face, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief:

"Zu, thank you so much."

"No, it's just a matter of hands. You are right to look for me, and you can't be in a hurry to deal with the eunuch who is trusted by the emperor. They look young and have no foundation, but in fact, the emperor's favor is their biggest support. As long as he does not fall out of favor for a day, whoever goes up will be unlucky. ”

"It's much better for me to do it than for you to take your ministers to the death."

"It just so happens that I have raised my subordinates for so long, and I have to let them try their skills...... Now it seems that the results are not bad.

And not long after, the ministers were also surprised to find that the arrogant and domineering West Factory on weekdays was inexplicably low-key.

All the people who were arrested before were released, and although the fans of the West Factory still haunted the streets and alleys, it was visible to the naked eye that they had converged a lot.

"My lord, you really convinced Wang Zhi!" Someone said to Yan Jingxiu, his eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

Regarding his words, Yan Jingxiu only smiled slightly and did not answer.

It's all the credit of our ancestors. He said secretly in his heart.

However, although Wang Zhi was frightened by Yan Ling's dream technique, after all, he was also a masterpiece of a generation, quite capable, and naturally he would not be willing to be lonely.

He remembered that Yan Jingxiu warned him at that time because he had arrested many courtiers without real evidence and only relying on rumors, including officials from the second rank.

He simply targeted those who were corrupt in the Jingshi, and once the rank was too high, he would report directly to the emperor and arrest people after obtaining permission.

This work very well, not only allowing Zhu Jianshen to see his ability, but also not causing a backlash from the ministers, which is beneficial to the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, some people were dissatisfied with this and asked Yan Jingxiu to talk to Wang Zhi again, but whenever he encountered such words, Yan Jingxiu immediately asked with a faint smile:

"Wang Zhi is now catching moths that harm the country and the people, what, have you done anything that violates the laws of the Ming Dynasty?"

This sentence immediately frightened those courtiers into farts and retreated.

And Zhu Jianshen's purpose has also been achieved, and the existence of Xichang is also a deterrent, so that the courtiers dare not be too arrogant, after all, they don't know what Yan Jingxiu said to Wang Zhi, for fear that Wang Zhi will hit them again.

The DPRK entered an eerie calm and balance.

And at this time, Chen Guogong's mansion suddenly hung up white silk, and the people in the mansion wore linen and filial piety.

Chen Guogong Yan Yundeng passed away.

He may have been the first generation to die, Chen Guogong, who was only 37 years old when he died.

Soon after, his eldest son, Yan Yuan, succeeded him as the fourth generation of Chen Guogong.

Yan Yundeng's death did not set off even the slightest wave in the imperial court, and he did not get a nickname.

According to the Ming Dynasty's proverbial law, only those who have more than three grades will generally have a nickname, and among them, only those who have meritorious achievements can get a nickname. Although there are good and bad words in the name, the ministers of the Ming Dynasty basically did not get bad words, and generally did not say anything at all.

Yan Yundeng can be regarded as a bargain for this, otherwise with what he did, although he would become a little transparent in the later stage, he would not be able to run away from those atrocities in the early stage.

His contribution to the Yan family may only be - he left four sons-in-law and eleven concubines, and Chen Guogong's lineage directly expanded in his generation.

Although Chen Guogong of this generation has been determined to be Yan Yuan, other heirs are also useful, and there are some properties of the Guogong Mansion in Beijing, which can be handed over to them to deal with, and it is more or less reassuring for their own family members to use.

And, too, there are a few more options.

(End of chapter)