"Eight hundred miles expedited! Eight hundred miles expedited!"

The postman's face was covered with ash, and sweat ploughed a few black ditches in between. He had a pheasant tail behind his back, and the stagecoach under his crotch spread its four hooves and raised billowing red dust behind his back.

The news of the White Tiger's entry into Shu finally arrived in Yongning City, the national capital.

Xuanhe Palace.

The emperor has not yet come, and the civil and military officials are talking about each other. This news was like a thunderclap on the ground, which shocked almost all the bureaucrats in the court. Don't look at these people talking about it on weekdays, but when the big thing comes, they are like headless flies, bumping into each other, and they have no backbone.

Only the head of the hundred officials, Zeng Ziyu, the left prime minister, looked at the purple smoke in the mouth of the bronze beast as calmly as every day. This is a kind of detached bearing, which seems to be light-hearted, but in fact it is planned.

Zeng Ziyu has been serving as the left minister, that is, the deputy prime minister, for 20 years. Of course, five years ago, after the successful impeachment of the prime minister, the post of prime minister has been vacant. His appearance has become the de facto head of the hundred officials.

Although one goes out and one goes in, everyone bows their heads and is honored. However, Zeng Ziyu was often worried in his heart. The opposition forces of the DPRK and China to him are like countless gourds floating in the water, and as soon as one is pressed, several will pop up.

In the past six months, the military department Shangshu Wang Ling, colluded with the central order Hu Zerui and the left servant to shoot Shang Min and suddenly attacked him. Although his protégés and former officials are all over the world, these three big men still gave him a heavy blow.

Everyone in the world thought that Zeng Ziyu would fight back immediately, and a party struggle was inevitable. However, he has a clear heart: what others think you are going to do is the last thing you should do.

King Kong's angry eyes are not his means, but the hidden needle is.

In the past six months, he has changed his arbitrariness in the past, and tolerated the three of them everywhere, just like an angry little daughter-in-law. But the three thought it was done, and since then they have become more and more arrogant.

Zeng Ziyu laughed in his heart, he was just waiting, waiting for a great opportunity. And today's 800-mile expedited express is a clarion call for a counterattack.

He has secretly set it up. Seventeen of his cronies and students will impeach three opponents in a storm.

The book of the military department, the left servant shoots ...... It's ridiculous, if you lose Sichuan, you still have the face to stay in the court? As for the central order, although there is no fault in this matter, there is also a dereliction of duty. Even if you can't participate, you have to peel off his skin today.

Thinking of this, Zeng Ziyu couldn't help but show a smile on his face that was imperceptible to others.

He suddenly remembered the old things when he had just entered the court as an official in the sixth year of Qingping, that is, thirty-one years ago. The situation of that day is quite similar to today, and everything is vivid.

A feather book from the border land arrived in Beijing, and the blood burned the young Zeng Ziyu all night. He actually wrote down more than 70 national policies, enriching the country and strengthening the army and sweeping away border troubles.

However, because of this letter, he spent two years in prison. also understands the warmth and coldness of the world and the ruthlessness of officialdom.

When he re-entered the officialdom, his heart was like cold iron, and there was no opponent in the world.

Speaking of which, human life is really different.

He escaped death and re-entered the court as an official. And those soldiers on the front line will never come back. Zeng Ziyu cried, but he understood: tears are too cheap.

This world is like this, they are all shoulders against a head, the difference is huge, but it is called a world of difference. Those hot-blooded sons thought too little, and they deserved to be killed. And it is natural for Zeng Ziyu to think grandiosely and enjoy the happiness brought by some power.

Man...... Man......

While he was thinking wildly, the eunuch suddenly sang loudly: "The saint has arrived!

Zeng Ziyu knelt down sharply, and he couldn't tell that he was an old man who was nearly seventy years old. This was followed by a set of routines such as greeting St. Ann, and the emperor came to the throne in a song of praise.

The surname of the Son of Heaven is Li Zhaoyuan. He was slender and had a delicate face. Wearing a Taoist robe and a crane crown, he has the feeling of fairy wind and bones.

When today's son inherited the unification, it has been more than 30 years, and more than 20 years have passed, but his face has not aged at all. It is no wonder that the most important thing he does every day is alchemy and cultivation, and as for major state affairs, he is all left to the ministers of the DPRK and the Central Committee to deal with.

Everyone in the world thinks that the emperor is neglecting his government, but only Zeng Ziyu knows that His Majesty is called ruling by hanging the arch, which is a very clever means.

Speaking of this dynasty, it is not for nothing that there are diligent emperors. Emperor Taizu Wu and Emperor Sejongwen were all absolute workaholics, and they all tossed their courtiers to the bitterness.

I don't know if it's this kind of lifeless posture that frightened the children and grandchildren. In short, the next few emperors are lazy one by one. Some like to send love to the landscape, some like to write and ink, and even the only hobby is to visit the kiln, leaving a lot of glamorous history in the market.

Today, it is different, he seems to be quiet and inactive, ignoring mundane affairs, but he is always staring intently at every move in the court. Who said what and what he did, everything is clear.

It was the first or second year of Dongping, and the Son of Heaven suddenly said that the prime minister had the smell of alcohol. The prime minister was terrified, and replied that he was disturbing St. Ann and that it was unseemly. The emperor smiled and said, "I don't blame you, I just complain that the eighty-year-old pot of the river meander tastes too mellow, and it can't fall off if it sticks to your clothes."

Zeng Ziyu was close at the time, and at a glance, he saw the beads of sweat on the prime minister's face. The Prime Minister has a habit of drinking alcohol when reviewing official documents. What kind of wine he drank in the mansion, the age and the age, the emperor knew it well. Isn't it better to know every word and deed you usually do?

The prime minister is like this, not to mention the officials. Since then, Zeng Ziyu has kept in mind: Don't be clever in front of the emperor. This is the first iron law of the Liang Dynasty, whoever touches it will die.

As for the second iron law in officialdom, most people don't actually know it, but Zeng Ziyu is familiar with it. That is: In fact, His Majesty the Emperor especially likes to watch the internal fighting of the ministers, the more chickens and dogs jump, the better the miasma.

Because only then will His Majesty's throne be more secure.

Therefore, Zeng Ziyu will provoke disputes from time to time. Sometimes he was strong, sometimes weak, but he was always like a tumbler, stumbling, but always standing. When I look back on the stormy road, I have reached the top.

I saw that the emperor walked around the throne twice, but did not sit down. Suddenly, he said, "I'm guilty!"

The ministers who had just stood up immediately all knelt down again, kowtowing like pounding garlic: "The ministers are waiting for a capital crime, a capital crime!"

The emperor sighed behind their backs: "I have always been thick and thin, and I treat each of the countries as if they were parents and sons. Why would he say the opposite?"

Zeng Ziyu preemptively said: "Your Majesty, the people of Fanbang don't understand etiquette, they take the beast as the country name, and behave like a beast. It is not surprising that they have a small mess in three years and a big rebellion in ten years. This is not a loss of virtue on the part of Your Majesty!"

The emperor was silent for a moment, but still said, "It's still my fault. ”

At this time, a loud voice sounded in the main hall: "Your Majesty is not guilty, the guilty ones are the military department Shangshu Wang Ling, the central commander Hu Zeduan, and the left servant Shang Min!"

The ministers were taken aback, and following the prestige, it turned out to be a five-grade counselor named Dai Wenzhong.