"Is there a way to crack it?"

As an old man, he still couldn't bear to watch a young junior being calculated and calculated by these shameless people like this, and the old man spoke for the first time tonight to seek the help of this Prime Minister Zhang.

Zhang Juzheng shook his head, looking helpless, "It's not that the old prince doesn't know the wrong character, I can suppress the fold today and not hand it over to His Majesty, which is already a taboo, not to mention, those border villagers who died tragically are not the people of the Ming Dynasty, so it is reasonable, I will hand the fold tomorrow, and the results of the investigation will come out after the debate of the three religions." The old man looked lonely, as an old guy who had been accustomed to life and death for many years, he should have been in the coffin, and he couldn't bear it.

"When is the time?"

Zhang Juzheng was not in a very good mood, and several people put the conspiracy on the table, making him, the head of the dynasty, a little embarrassed, "Don't worry, if Chao Cuo wants to live, I will do my best, but Lao Guogong, there were no less than twenty big clans that you slaughtered with your own hands in the Spring and Autumn Period back then, why do you want to kill some people today." ”

The old man didn't refute, nor was he angry, but he just subconsciously wanted to turn the Buddha beads in his hand, but found that the Buddha beads were left in the house by himself when he came out of this trip.

"I'm old, I've been dreaming every day in recent years, those who died in my hands in the spring and autumn, the old, the young, and the young have all come to my dreams, everyone is holding a knife, and the blood on their bodies is still flowing, and they are going to ask for my life. ”

"It's you, it's too late to congratulate you on finding your long-lost daughter, why don't we get married?"

Zhang Juzheng shook his head desperately, this kind of thing can't be done even if he is killed, half of a military general, a prime minister who is the head of a very popular minister, dare to marry, then Zhang Juzheng can imagine that the Ming Emperor will happily write the holy decree, and the next day he will take the Imperial Forest Army to surround his mansion, and the edict will have an extra room of his own.

How could Xu Tiande not know about this kind of thing, so what he said just now was just a joke.

On the corner of the street, in a tavern, three people staggered out, and three people walked down the street drunk, walking towards this direction. Zhang Juzheng, who was sitting on the stone bridge, couldn't help frowning.

"Isn't it clearing the streets, how can there still be people?"

The old man glanced at it from a distance and knew the reason, "That is the property of King Yan's mansion, and these three people may also be guests who stayed there and drank before you cleared the street." ”

These words dispelled Zhang Juzheng, who wanted to ask the Imperial Forest Army, he and Lao Guogong did not speak, but looked at the three people who walked here, and remembered when they were young.

At that time, there were three of them, himself, Yang Pu, who liked to be with books all his life, and Yang Rong, who was also surnamed Yang.

Among them, Yang Pu has the worst amount of alcohol, so it is flat

When the three of them drank together, they often carried him back with Yang Rong.

When was the last time you had a drink?

It seems that it was still in the early years of Longqing, when in order to congratulate the current emperor on becoming the son of heaven, the emperor rewarded himself with ten jars of imperial wine for ten thousand years. Yang Rong didn't know where he heard about this, so he pulled Yang Pu, who was still compiling the new calendar, and the two of them didn't even bring a servant, and they didn't knock on the door, so they entered the prime minister's mansion, pulled themselves who corrected the official documents, and went straight to the place where the prime minister's mansion hid wine, and the three of them got drunk, and finally their son carried the three of them back to the house.

The three people on the street are Wang Yi, Ma Shun and Li Yuan. The three of them drank from noon to evening, from sober to drunk. Seeing that it was getting late, the three of them said goodbye to the tavern owner and set foot on the road to Huiziwu Alley.

Wang Yi supported Li Yuan, who had a bad amount of wine and poor wine, and Ma Shun was okay and could walk by himself. Wang Yi held the drunken Li Yuan with one hand, and reached into his clothes with the other hand, grabbed a handful of peanuts, and threw them into his mouth. Ma Shun on the side was holding the wine jug that he hadn't finished drinking, and the three of them soon came to the stone bridge.

Wang Yi will know Zhang Juzheng and Xu Tiande, but Ma Shun is a little familiar with Zhang Juzheng and Xu Tiande, but he really can't remember where he has seen them.

Wang Yi, who was supporting Li Yuan, had a red face and a bit of alcohol, and asked kindly, "Are you two lost, do you need help?"

The old man laughed, a little happy in his heart, "Little friend, let's take care of the two friends around you first." ”

Zhang Juzheng was the same as before, and he didn't speak. Wang Yi scratched his head, and saw that the two of them didn't look like people who had something, so he said goodbye and left, and at the same time pulled Ma Shun, who had to jump down and swim.

Zhang Juzheng looked at the direction where Wang Yi left, and then looked at the waves on the water, his expression was a little trance, but the old man on the side spoke first, "Do these three people know each other?"

Zhang Juzheng let out a long sigh, "That drunk young man Lao Guogong also knows, Li Yuan, our Royal Highness the prince of King Yan, the bald fat man on the side, is Ma Shun of Jinyiwei, who shows up in Chang'an City on weekdays, and the one who is still a little sober should be the head of Jinyiwei Prison who was famous in Chang'an City some time ago, Wang Yi." ”

The old man smiled, and picked up the crutch beside him again, "The old man has seen the old man's ability to never forget, but I have seen it again." ”

After that, the old man did not continue to sit on the stone bridge, but walked down the stone bridge, "It's boring to stay with you literati, let's go." ”

The powerful Prime Minister stood up and bowed deeply to the old prince not far away, but did not get up for a long time.

The old man stood up on the street, slowly stretched his waist, and sat on the stone bridge for a long time, a little tired. It's not that the old man doesn't want to read with this old man

People talk a little more.

As a military general, with these heroes who can only play tricks and use a pen, you can be an official in the same hall with these heroes who exchange their lives for military exploits. In their eyes, this matter was a great shame, so his own brother chose to stay in the north and refused to return to the court.

But Xu Tiande is different, although there are many scholars who die in his hands, but the old Guogong, who has never read a private school in his life, sincerely admires those scholars who dare to serve the country and die when they say they die.

When I personally attacked the capital of the Great Wei, I saw the most not the corpses of those Great Wei soldiers, but the corpses of the Great Wei courtiers who could only be seen when I opened the door of the mansion.

Maybe they were still in the court of Great Wei the day before, pointing at the Great Wei Emperor's nose and scolding him for being shameless and cowardly. But the next day, on the day of the destruction of the city, it was precisely these people who were the most martyred, and they hanged themselves with all the people in the house.

The first time the old man saw that kind of scene, he was even more shocked than when he saw the 200,000 soldiers killed in the pit, and because of this, he made a rule back then, when he saw these corpses, he was not allowed to insult or destroy them, and buried their corpses on the spot.

There are few people who Lao Guogong admires, and they are just one kind of scholars.

Zhang Juzheng on the stone bridge is also, as the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, what Zhang Juzheng thinks in his heart, the old Guogong who has lived for a hundred years knows it in his heart, the Ming Emperor knows it, and some people know it, such as Yang Pu, who is in the same door as Zhang Juzheng.

Today, Zhang Juzheng took out the fold and handed it to himself, although he took a look, but he didn't do anything, it was an attitude.

What do you want to do, Xu Tiande doesn't care, I'm just an old man who is about to die, and I don't care about everything in the world, but in this way, it is equivalent to turning away the highest posthumous title, loyalty, and rejection.

How powerful Zhang Juzheng is, he doesn't dare to take the song out of the imperial study, it is a capital crime, the sin of the nine clans. So why did Zhang Juzheng still bring it out, although it was only a copy, it was obvious that this was allowed by Emperor Ming, or that Emperor Ming instructed Zhang Juzheng to do so.

Xu Tiande was reluctant to participate in it, walked to the corner of the street, raised it and looked at the appearance of the lights, which was not good-looking.

"Don't let the things of today go out, and let no one in your house tell them. ”

The old butler and the guard hurriedly lowered their heads and said yes again and again. The old prince waved his hand, "If you say it, even if I think of the old feelings, the Royal Forest Army will not let you go." ”

At this moment, the old housekeeper and the guards lowered their heads again, and the old man finally glanced back at Zhang Juzheng on the stone bridge, standing alone between heaven and earth.

Finally, under the escort of the old butler and guards, the old prince slowly walked towards the mansion.