Yao Xianxian, who didn't see anything outside, sat on the desk, there was no way, there was only one chair in this study, Zhang Juzheng was sitting on it, and he had to find another place to sit down.

Zhang Juzheng was still lying there, motionless, looking at the rainy world outside.

The rain outside the window gradually became lighter, just like the day when he took the hand of Emperor Ming, who was still a child, and slowly walked into the palace.

But the students and gentlemen who were very close to him back then have now become extremely strangers, one has become a ruthless monarch, and the other has become the head of the iron-faced and selfless ministers.

Yao Xian took a jar of osmanthus brew, tore off the seal, and drank it in a big gulp, there was no way to see it, our Prime Minister Zhang was not ready to drink with him, so he had to satisfy the cravings in his stomach first.

"Hiccup, tell me what you have scared my eldest nephew into, and he shivered at the sight of you, and he couldn't stand still. ”

Zhang Juzheng looked through the window and happened to see his son, accompanied by his mother, slowly walking out of the small courtyard where the study was located and going to the backyard.

"A waste with no morality, no ability and no talent, where does he have a good face. ”

Yao Xian put the wine jar in his hand on the desk, with an angry face, ", Lao Tzu is his husband, I don't know what kind of person he is?"

Zhang Juzheng's lips trembled slightly, and he stopped making a sound, and Yao Xian continued: "Zhongming knew 472 words at the age of four, and he could recite poems at the age of five. ”

Yao Xian stepped down from the desk and sat not far from Zhang Juzheng, leaning against the wall, wanting to see up close how ruthless this father's heart was.

"At that time, on the West Lake, the fifteen-year-old Zhongming was full of praise from His Majesty with a song "Enjoying the Drunkenness of the West Lake", and he was about to reward him immediately, but you are good, saying that the child is small and ignorant, and he wasted an opportunity to enter the Hanlin Academy and replaced it with a South Gate tax director. Then the kid cried a lot, and then he wanted to be a different person, cynical, idle, and bullying men and women on the street all day long. ”

Prophet Yao snorted, spit on the ground, and continued: "The shit tax director of the South Gate, an official the size of a sesame seed, you are embarrassed to open your mouth and ask for it from Your Majesty." ”

Zhang Juzheng was still lying there as always, his eyes were hollow, without the slightest movement, as if he was really hard-hearted.

"Prophet, do you really not know why?"

Yao Xian, who still wanted to open his mouth to scold, was stunned, and then poured most of the osmanthus brew in his hand into his mouth, and the bitterness in his heart was even more, like this wine, lingering in his heart.

"You are very high, amazing. At that time, I told you, there really was one day, when His Majesty made a move, I, Yao Prophet, tried my best to save Zhongming. ”

"No, I don't. ”

", no. ”

"You

A book of etiquette, how can he be full of swearing. ”

"Lao Tzu is willing, why don't you accept it? or come to fight. ”

From time to time there was a scolding between the two in the study, but fortunately the servants had been driven away before, otherwise this shocking exchange of scolding would not have been long before it appeared in the streets and alleys.

After the nonsense, one got up from the chair and stood in front of the desk, and the other took advantage of this good opportunity to hurriedly occupy the only chair and sit on it, with a proud face.

Zhang Juzheng glanced at it, shook his head, took out a book that had been prepared a long time ago from the bookshelf behind him, held a brush in his hand, and added the two words he had in mind.

Yonghe.

After Zhang Juzheng finished all this, he put the fold back to its original position, and looked up, Yao Xianxian put the wine jar at his feet, his expression was a little desolate.

"Can you not die? ”

Zhang Juzheng smiled and said, "It's useless to say this to me. ”

To whom it is useful, two, the individual knows, one is unwilling to say, and the other says it is useless.

Yao Prophet drank osmanthus brew in a big gulp, and at the corner of his mouth, a lot of osmanthus brew flowed down, soaking the clothes in front of Yao Prophet.

It's really fucking bitter, not at all like ten years of osmanthus brewing, but like the peach blossom brewing in Chang'an City.

"A few days ago, you went to find Old Duke Wei, what did he say?"

Zhang Juzheng took out an inconspicuous book from the back shelf, which was just a poem that he copied on weekdays, such as the sentence that Emperor Taizong praised Wei Laoguo after drinking, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown in the sea, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet", which made Prime Minister Zhang, who had not studied for many years, quite like.

"When I went to find Lao Guogong, Lao Guogong first refused, because he didn't want to let himself go below and face the first emperor without shame after his death. Zhang Juzheng held a brush in his hand and slowly wrote a line on the book.

But after a few days, the old man changed his mind. Prophet Yao was a little puzzled, why the old country would easily change his attention, "It stands to reason that the old country prince should not change his decision if he refuses for the first time, but why?"

"Because the second son of the old prince has returned from the north, because someone in the court has withheld the grain and grass of the army on the northern border. ”

"He was holding the Buddha beads of the old Guogong, plus his second uncle who was a general on the northern border, Xu Tianliang's handwritten letter, so I asked him to stand here. ”

Zhang Juzheng pointed to Prophet Yao's current position, "Right here, that kid is arrogant and a good general, but it's a pity that the old man is a family, and the boss is a rice bucket, and he was thrown away by me in his idle post and waiting to die." ”

"The second brother is not bad, he has fought a few beautiful battles in the north over the years, and a general will not be able to run in the future. ”

"Exactly

It's hard to say that the third child who entered the Yanwang Mansion was a little clever back then, and now I don't know how. ”

"The second brother went back after I got permission from me, and if nothing else, the old man should say a few words about that matter in the near future. ”

Yao Xian nodded, it was better than Zhang Juzheng standing alone in the court and being isolated, but it was even more difficult to thoroughly investigate the case in King Liang's territory.

When he saw the letter, the Emperor Ming smashed a lot of things in the imperial study in a row to stop his anger, although the Emperor knew the content of the letter early on, but this did not affect the bad mood when he saw the fold in person.

Next is the Jinyiwei investigation case, the criminal department presiding over, Dali Temple assisting, as for Qin Tianjian, it seems that he has been obviously isolated by the Ming Emperor recently, deliberately suppressed, and it is difficult to overshadow the limelight of Jinyiwei in a short period of time.

"Where is King Yan?"

Zhang Juzheng let out a long sigh and shook his head, "I can't care, but as long as I don't die, King Yan won't move, but if I'm dead, it's hard to say." ”

"What else do you want to say?"

Yao Xian thought for a long time, and finally just asked again, can you not die, anyway, you are the prime minister, and it is not easy to live.

Zhang Shoufu, who had been in the prime minister's position for 50 years, shook his head. Zhang Juzheng looked back at a bookshelf, where there was a sentence handed over to him by his mentor back then.

And it just so happened that the light rain below gradually stopped, and a ray of light came in and shone on Zhang Juzheng's body.

Yao Xian trembled his lips and stopped talking, this damn way of the world is really unbearable.

And Zhang Zhongming, who had just walked out of Zhang's mansion, went to the south gate of Chang'an City as usual at this moment, and he happened to be on duty today, but he wasted some time at home and should be late, but for him, he didn't care, just kidding, Prime Minister Zhang's son, the emperor's hand-picked tax director of the south gate, who dares to care about himself.

When he goes to the South Gate on weekdays, Zhang Zhongming's favorite thing is to lead his two dogs and walk on the street. And the people along the way, the widow who sold buns, tsk, tsk, big and round. There is also the little lady who bought tofu, she just laughed twice, and her face was red and could drip blood.

I was just urged to get married by my mother again, it's really annoying, what's so good about getting married, and if you become a parent, you have to have one more person to take care of yourself, boring and boring.

The two earth dogs at his feet are his closest companions, and if they give them something to eat, they will be loyal to themselves, and they will not bother themselves or discipline themselves.

With two earth dogs, Zhang Zhongming walked into a small alley that looked a little dilapidated, stretched out a hand, and knocked on the door with two fingers.