At the critical moment of taking inventory of assets - whether it is farmland, pasture, Dingkou, or even treasury silver, it is all very different - it is a very special thing for someone to make a mistake in a panic and accidentally fall to his death. Commonplace things.
Just like the case of Li Guang during the Xiaozong period, the eunuch Li Guang committed suicide by taking poison. When the Metropolitan Procuratorate ransacked his house, they accidentally implicated Tu Fu, the Minister of Civil Affairs, Xu Qiong, the Minister of Rites, Bai Ang, the Minister of Punishment, and Shen Lu, the Minister of General Affairs, etc. After that, several green officials involved died of fear.
However, dying of fear and falling off a building or cliff are relatively common and elegant, but falling on the ground is rough.
What's more, he roughed up two people at the same time.
This obviously lost official dignity and seemed hasty and perfunctory.
The Langzhong appointed to manage the grassland is the accounting officer of the Ministry of Revenue in the grassland, and is usually held by the Langzhong of the Qing Dynasty Department.
Just like the Qing officials in Shaanxi were in charge of the salaries of hundreds of officials, the Qing officials in Shandong were in charge of the world's salt production, the Qing officials in Guizhou were in charge of customs duties in all directions, and the Qing officials in Yunnan were in charge of water transportation and the warehouses of Lin and De.
Such a backbone who specializes in one aspect is definitely not an insignificant person, especially when it comes to matters on the pasture.
Yuanmasi Temple, on the other hand, is under the direct control of the Ministry of War, Palm Garden, Pasture Land, Herdsman, and Horses. The pasture is one of the three types of pasture land.
Tang Guanyuan Masiqing is a high-ranking official of the third rank, wearing a scarlet robe. Even in the Chang Dynasty, he is still a court official who barely has a place.
Now that both of them died suddenly, everyone understands the strangeness.
But being able to straddle two divisions, collude with the camp guards, reach out to the pasture, and emergency fuse the third-grade officers at this moment, the range is actually very small.
This makes it extremely unwise to act like this.
After all, if it is just corruption and there is no fear of life, even if you sit back and wait for death, the outcome will be better than the crazy assassination today - of course it is an assassination. When parties are fighting, suspicion is fact.
Unless... there is something more deadly behind the invasion of the pasture.
While Zhang Hong retreated to invite the other two people, Zhu Yijun was pacing back and forth in the distance, occasionally stopping to squeeze the soil under his feet and thinking silently in his heart.
When the ministers saw that the emperor was entranced, they did not follow him to disturb him. They just stood aside and had their own thoughts.
Xu Guo came close to Xu Jie, who looked like he was watching a show, and casually tried to arouse the latter to talk about sex: "I accidentally fell to death. I don't know why I am so bold."
He glanced at Xu Jie from the corner of his eye, but saw that the old god was there, showing no sign of answering.
Xu Guo had no choice but to turn his face and said to Xu Jie's face: "Master Xu, who do you think is so crazy and crazy?"
As an official in the government, it is very important to see things thoroughly.
Xu Guocai stepped into the position of Minister of the Sixth Ministry. He thought that he was not very successful, so naturally he didn't mind hearing the opinions of this senior fellow from Nanzhili.
Xu Jie looked at the emperor's figure and casually replied softly: "Maybe it's Wang Chonggu?"
Xu Guo was shocked when he heard this and quickly looked at the reactions of his colleagues not far away.
Seeing a group of colleagues subconsciously moving to a distance, he reacted belatedly and said with a smile: "Master Xu, don't be joking. How could the old mainstay of Wang Ge, the cornerstone of the country, do such a thing."
Wang Chonggu may be that bad, but he is definitely not that stupid.
After all, Wangge's family has serious business.
After resuming the practice of Kaizhong, his younger brother Wang Chongde relied on Shandong Yanzheng Yamen to earn a lot of money.
Wang Chongyi made great contributions to the Duoyan Guard incident and granted the emperor a special grant for the maritime silk business from South Zhili to Jizhou and Kuanhe.
After his son Wang Qian became a Jinshi in the fifth year of Wanli, he was sent directly to Chongming Port, waiting to pick peaches from the Chongming Shipping Department.
If you can make a fortune in the world just by doing legal business, why should you pollute the muddy water of a mere pasture?
To put it bluntly, even if Wang Chonggu was really heartless and reached out to the pasture, it would not be possible for him to kill people and silence them. After all, the emperor could only let him return the stolen goods.
It's hard to say that the emperor still bothered to comfort Wang Chonggu, hoping that he would not think too much and continue to serve the country well.
Therefore, it is possible that it is Wang Chonggu, but Xu Guo can only say that it is impossible to be Wang Chonggu.
Xu Jie didn't seem to notice Xu Guo's embarrassment. Instead, he seemed to be in high spirits. He squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "How is it impossible? He is inherently greedy for money."
"Furthermore, if he has the ability to command Yuan Masa Temple and secretly control the Ministry of Household Affairs, the grassland doctor, and has enough prestige to hook up with the camp guards, isn't he, a cabinet scholar who advises on military affairs, just the right person?"
Hearing this, Xu Guo coughed slightly and retorted sternly: "Master Xu's words are wrong. Those who can do something may not do it. These are unnecessary words."
"Furthermore, Wangge Lao is not the only one who is capable. Speaking at a lower level, Yuanma Temple's immediate superiors, Taipusi and the Ministry of War, are probably also closely related and have the same ability."
Yuanma Temple was established in the 30th year of Hongwu. It was originally an independent government office. However, when redundant officials were abolished in the 18th year of Yongle, Yuanma Temple in Beijing was abolished, merged into Taipu, and took charge of the local Yuanma Temple.
Whether it is the several court officials of the Ministry of War or the Minister of Taipusi who is the money bag of the Ministry of War, they are also capable of occupying pastures and killing people.
Therefore, it is very unreasonable and unreasonable for Xu Jie to speculate on Wang Chonggu.
Xu Jie made a sound, twirled his long and white eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "You also know that the Ministry of War has something to do with it..."
"Since Lord Taipusi is here, I will be able to tell the clues when I ask you later."
"On the other hand, Luo Fengxiang, the minister of the Ministry of War, was able to become a minister of the Sixth Ministry of War. Isn't it because he, like Wang Chonggu, is from Puzhou, Shanxi?"
"No matter whether it is the Ministry of War or the Jin Party, there is still no way around Wang Chonggu."
Hearing this, Xu Guo frowned more and more: "Master Xu, be careful what you say."
"Luo Fengxiang was promoted by Yang Xiangyi. When he was promoted from Juren to the fourth rank of Dali Temple Shaoqing, Mr. Wang Ge had not even entered the capital."
"After that, Yang Xiangyi became an official, Luo Fengxiang was promoted from the young minister of Dali Temple to the minister of Taipu Temple, and even the current minister of the Ministry of War was not instructed by Mr. Wangge, but by the Minister of the Ministry of War..."
Halfway through his words, Xu Guo suddenly froze.
He seemed to remember something, and his expression became alarmed and uncertain.
After hesitating for a long time, Xu Guo looked at Xu Jie and asked in a low voice: "Master Xu said..."
He realized belatedly that Xu Jie was following the temptation and reminding himself.
Xu Jie waved his hand, interrupted Xu Guo, and said confidently: "Didn't I doubt Wang Chonggu just because I said it? Minister Xu, don't think too much."
Seeing Xu Guo choking, Xu Jie smiled heartily and in a funny way, then put his hands behind his back, shook his head and walked away.
Xu Guo just chatted and was at ease; Xu Jie also made jokes that had nothing to do with him.
Just because both of them stayed out of it.
But Chen Jingbang, assistant minister of the Ministry of Rongzheng and War, felt much heavier at this time.
He pulled He Luowen aside and said solemnly: "I think this matter is not limited to the pasture, otherwise it is unlikely that even the third-rank officials will fall to death."
Regardless of his status as Minister of the Ministry of War or his duties as co-manager of the military affairs of the capital, these are matters within Chen Jingbang's responsibilities and cannot allow him to relax at this moment.
He Luowen was inspired by his colleague's expression and solemnly said: "It's probably related to the camp guards."
"At the beginning of last year, Li Kezuo gave a note to Qin Yao about the pasture. The pasture should distribute three months of fodder to the soldiers every year. But in fact, after the guards of each battalion received the fodder, most of them sold it to
The traders have no intention of feeding the horses."
Chen Jingbang frowned. Of course he remembered this matter. Although it was a memorial to the etiquette department, it was discussed at the Changchao at that time.
He recalled for a moment and murmured: "I remember that at that time, the Ministry of War was dispatched and the imperial censor checked it. It was said that the troops lived far away and whenever they encountered grass that could not be moved, they sold it and returned to the station to buy more.
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This was a reasonable reason, and there was no further investigation at that time - after all, there were many camp guards involved, and the law would not hold everyone accountable.
He Luowen shook his head: "It makes sense, but there are some doubts."
"In addition to the military department and the imperial censor, Jin Yiwei also went to investigate this matter. They said that the market price of each bunch of grass is three and a half cents of silver. As a result, the soldiers often sell ten bunches of grass for less than one cent and four cents."
"It's more than half the price. Even if we go back to the station to buy back horse grass, the horses won't have enough to eat and they will have to endure hunger."
At half the price, the horses are almost eaten, so it's not impossible to keep them, but there is definitely no hope of getting fat and strong.
This matter was told by his younger brother He Luoshu who was a member of Zhongshu Sheren when he came home. The emperor had never bothered to avoid such inconsequential matters, so it could be regarded as the emperor selectively revealing his secrets to foreign dynasties.
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When Chen Jingbang heard this, his expression became more and more suspicious: "You mean, Ma Zheng might be involved?"
Soldiers and horses are not trivial matters when it comes to horse politics.
In particular, it was only twenty-nine years ago that the Tatar troops came to the capital, and it was only more than ten years after the Shizhou Revolution. In these years, Ma Zheng has been the key point of the Ministry of War.
He Luowen shook his head and sighed: "When there is a problem in the pasture, it is just a fool's errand to want Ma Zhengtong to reconcile."
"Furthermore, Yuan Masiqing, who was in charge of Ma Zheng, fell to his death in a hurry. Doesn't this just prove this suspicion?"
Chen Jingbang's expression suddenly changed.
It's not that he couldn't think of it, but that he really didn't want to think about it.
If this is the case, wouldn't there be a huge hole waiting for him as soon as he takes office at the Ministry of War!?
Chen Jingbang was worried, and he and He Luowen were speechless.
Just then.
Zhang Hong led the two of them over from far to near.
Upon seeing this, the ministers silently surrounded the emperor.
"Long live Lord, we've arrived." Zhang Hong bowed and stepped aside.
After Zhu Yijun heard this, he finally stopped twisting the soil and turned around slowly.
I saw two middle-aged officials approaching in awkward steps. One was wearing a scarlet robe, meticulous and official-looking; the other was wearing a green robe, with a thin figure, looking like he had been exposed to the sun and rain.
He had an impression of both of them.
Zhao Yan was also born in Yuanmasi Temple. He was recommended by the Ministry of War and promoted to the third rank of Shanxi Inspector.
But in just one year, because he did not do well in Shanxi and got a lower grade in the examination, he was demoted to Yuan Masi Qing again.
Later, he was demoted to the rank of Shaoqing of Yuanmasi Temple for violating the prohibition of harassing the delivery company - that is, public facilities taking over private business.
In the past few years, he has been working hard in the Ministry of War system, and has been promoted step by step back to the position of the third rank. He is in charge of the Taipu Temple affairs, which can be described as ups and downs.
Ren Kai was a low-level official, so his impression was much less.
Three years ago, I wrote a note stating four things about the grassland: It said that the open land should be inspected so that Du Yin could occupy it; it said that the officials should be assessed to punish those who were lazy; it said that the supervisors should be ordered to collect and release them in person; and that the number of merchants should be determined according to the amount of money and food - you can call out
The person who said this clearly had the ability to discern clues and the ambition to be a good official.
Last year, it was reported that there were many cheating practices in the purchase of grass by the household department. Merchants piled bright bundles of grass on the top, and piled the small and light bundles on the bottom to sell them at high prices. They even packed the grass with sand and earth to make it weigh more than a pound, etc.
These were all matters that had been discussed in court, and I had some impressions of them. As for his resume, Zhu Yijun didn't have the time to remember them.
The two people walked up to him and quickly bowed to the emperor.
"I, the minister of the imperial palace, Zhao Yin, pay my respects to your majesty."
"Ren Kai, the director of the grassland management department of the guilty minister, pays homage to your majesty."
If you put aside the fine sweat on your neck and forehead, both of them looked calm and composed, and their Qi-nurturing skills were considered to be of an excellent level.
The different self-proclaimed names of the two people are the natural gap between a sixth-grade official and a third-grade official.
As for whether he is guilty or not, it is hard to say.
The emperor did not immediately ask the two of them to stand up, but looked at the two of them without saying a word.
Time passes slowly.
The courtiers looked on with cold eyes.
It was not until the two of them were under pressure that sweat flowed down their cheeks to their chins that the emperor finally made some move.
Let the two of them maintain their bowing postures, Zhu Yijun's lips touched lightly, and Youyou said, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Apart from a hint of coldness, no extra emotion could be heard in the voice.
But these words made the pressure on the two people increase sharply.
Zhao Yan lowered his head, blinked hard several times, and took a deep breath to relieve the fear in his heart.
As if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, he bowed down again and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the pasture has caused serious harm, and Taipu Temple is fully responsible!"
"But the most urgent task now is to clean up the pastures and return the farmland to grassland. Please forgive me, Your Majesty, and allow me to accept my guilt and look at the matter!"
The tone was firm and sincere, without any intention of shirk.
Zhu Yijun shook his head: "You have been in Yuanma Temple and Taipu Temple for many years, and now you say you don't know anything. It's either shirk or incompetence."
"No matter how merciful I am, the most I can do is allow you to retire and return to your hometown."
He waved his hand: "Just say something else."
Zhao Yan felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.
Only by being merciful can one become an official, so what should one do if one is not merciful? The emperor's words are self-explanatory.
It really is the most ruthless imperial family.
But he also had troubles that he couldn't express.
When he was at Yuanma Temple, he had no foundation. He had no final say in temple affairs and was often interfered by Taipu Temple.
It was later that I followed the same trend and started some business using the post station, which led the temple to make some money. I submitted a certificate of investment to the superiors, and things improved.
Later, he was promoted to Taipusi, but because he was dissatisfied and lost interest in business, he delegated power to Yuanmasi Qing.
Now that something happened, all he could do was black out his eyes, and he had to be held accountable by the emperor, and he felt really depressed and angry.
Zhao Yan felt depressed and was about to speak.
On the side, Ren Kai, the director of the pasture management committee of the Ministry of Household Affairs, suddenly spoke up and took over the conversation: "Your Majesty, I have something to say!"
Zhu Yijun had a pretty good impression of the young master, so he nodded calmly and allowed him to transcend the dignity between him and the third-rank official and speak.
Ren Kai received permission and said loudly: "Your Majesty, this year at Jingwu Grassland, 940,000 bundles of horse grass were planned to be distributed, but only 290,000 bundles were actually distributed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of everyone present suddenly focused on him.
Zhao Yan turned his head in shock and looked at Ren Kai who was meeting the saint together. Why didn't he know that this happened?
Chen Jingbang frowned and pulled He Luowen's shoulders, squeezing the latter painfully.
Zhu Yijun and Fan Yingqi, the Minister of Household Affairs, looked at each other, and surprise flashed across their eyes.
The latter couldn't help but disregard the etiquette and took a step forward to ask: "How much?"
When people are surprised, they often ask nonsense questions to make themselves respond better.
Ren Kai looked calm and repeated seriously: "The horse grass that was distributed in June this year, through my hands, was actually 293,734 bunches!"
Zhao Yan quickly said loudly: "The documents sent by Yuan Masi and your Ministry of Revenue clearly stated that 940,000 bundles of hair are enough!"
Ren Kai naturally had something to say, and he shook his head: "The remaining 640,000 bundles were not handed over to me, but were taken over by Gao Shi."
Gao Shi was a doctor and the chief officer of his deputy, so naturally there was no mistake in the document.
And the implication is that the chief officials who wrote the document, Yuan Masi Qing and Hu Bu Lang Zhong, both died suddenly, which further supports his words.
Zhao Yan reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a relieved voice: "That doesn't mean that only what happened to Master Ren is the real thing."
Ren Kai pursed his lips: "He must not have sent it. Judging from the ruts made when leaving the warehouse, it must be an empty package."
"This matter can be found out by calling the treasurer at the time and asking!"
Zhao Yan finally fell silent after hearing this.
Only his uncertain expression revealed his mood at the moment.
Zhu Yijun listened attentively for a long time and understood the reason for Zhao Yan's appearance.
There are only 640,000 bundles of fodder and not much money, only about 20,000 taels. It is not even ranked in the corruption case.
That's not the crux of the matter.
Zhu Yijun pondered for a moment, but did not immediately ask someone to track down Yunyun. Instead, he confirmed to Fan Yingqi: "I remember that this autumn, the Ministry of Household Affairs only called for bundles of grass."
As a precautionary measure for autumn, it is customary to store horse grass in Jingwu Pasture, buying small quantities and selling large quantities.
Of course, it is still a familiar trend. Initially, there will be some overflow every year to subsidize Taipu Temple. After Hongzhi, it began to level off. After Jiajing, it was necessary to buy and supplement every year.
Although Fan Yingqi was not the Minister of Hubu at that time, the Minister of Guanglu Temple was at least one of the officials in the Hubu Yamen, and he at least had a passing glance at the affairs of this department, even if he did not handle them.
He solemnly raised his hands to the emperor and replied: "Your Majesty, this is indeed the case."
"On the twenty-seventh day of the first lunar month, the Ministry of Household Affairs decided to store 1.5 million bundles in the fifth grassland in Beijing, in addition to those that have been put away. This autumn, it is advisable to buy enough according to the number, and deliver them twelve years later, and buy them every other year.
Chen Yixin comes out once every three years, so there is no need to set up another stage name and leave it outside the door."
"Report to Chang Chao of Wenhua Hall, saying yes."
"The Ministry of Household Affairs transferred funds in February and purchased 970,000 bundles of fodder in April, replenishing the stock to 1.5 million."
Although Fan Shilang's status as the number one scholar is suspected of being a lucky one, his background as a scholar is still solid and his memory is excellent.
Zhu Yijun nodded, turned his head, and looked back and forth between Ren Kai and Zhao Yan: "So, there is no shortage of fodder in the pasture, but we really only need this much fodder to hand over to the camp guards."
"If this is true..."
Zhu Yijun paused, and his eyes fell on Zhao Yan, the minister of Taipusi Temple: "Qing Zhao, please tell me how many horses I have in the army now?"
When Zhao Yan heard this, his face suddenly turned pale!
This was the reason why he had to get entangled with Ren Kai just now.
This is not a question of how much you are greedy! It is a question of how much water the horses raised in the Ming Dynasty had!
There is a huge difference between the scale of horse breeding that eats 940,000 bunches of horse grass and the scale of horse breeding that eats 290,000 bunches of horse grass!
It’s impossible for soldiers to raise horses at their own expense!
So, where have all the horses gone over the years?
And, how much water did the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty have on paper?
Zhao Yan murmured for a long time, unable to answer the emperor's question. His knees softened, and he knelt on the ground and said sadly: "Your Majesty, I have been in office for half a year, and I really don't know anything about it."
It was a dereliction of duty on his part to invade the pasture, so he accepted it.
Ma Zheng, who is the foundation of the country, would really die if he was blamed.
Wang Zongyi, the Minister of Rites, who was watching the whole process, suddenly lowered his head and sighed when he saw this scene.
No wonder they dare to invade the grassland so unscrupulously, without any fear of using grass bundles.
No wonder an official fell to his death overnight over a trivial matter like occupying grassland.
It turns out there are not so many horses to feed...
Wang Zongyi glanced at Zhao Yan, took a deep breath, and pressed the tightness in his chest.
This is why at first the emperor was too murderous and he tried his best to dissuade him, but within ten days, he quietly changed his attitude.
These people are truly the worms of the country!
Don’t you know that Ma Zheng is the foundation of the country? Do you really not mind that the border troops are vulnerable and the Tatars can march in at any time? Do you really hope that the goodwill of the northern barbarians will treat the Han people well after entering the customs?
Not to mention the emperor, even Wang Zongyi couldn't help but be irritable and uncontrollable at the moment, and he couldn't suppress his murderous intention!
To say that you are ignorant is simply disgusting!
At this time, Chen Jingbang, the minister of the Ministry of War, seemed to have a tacit understanding. He became furious and shouted: "You have been going from Yuanma Temple to Taipu Temple for at least five or six years! How can you get away with just asking three questions and not knowing!"
This really left a big hole for him.
How to hold back your anger!
Zhao Yin did not go to see Chen Jingbang, but kowtowed to the emperor and explained hurriedly: "Your Majesty! When I was in Yuanma Temple, I was mostly controlled by Taipu Temple. When I was promoted to Taipu Temple, my immediate superior was promoted to Minister of War.
I have never actually controlled Ma Zheng Ranch! I hope your Majesty will learn from it!"
Chen Jingbang was furious again and wanted to speak.
But seeing Wang Xijue take the lead, he suddenly shouted: "You are still biting and biting randomly even when you are about to die! Tell me about your own problems!"
It is the instinct of all criminals to push past.
There is no need to listen to this kind of thing that has no evidence and is just dragging people into the water.
Just because he is a chief official, he cannot be pushed out to make up for his crimes. Who doesn't have a superior officer yet?
As the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Wang Xijue had the obligation to control the impact of the situation on behalf of the emperor.
In particular, the person Zhao Yan was biting was clearly Luo Fengxiang of the Jin Party.
This Jin party was promoted by Yang Bo, followed by Shi Maohua, Minister of the Ministry of War, Wang Chonggu, a cabinet minister, and even Ma Ziqiang, a former cabinet minister who became an official. Who knows where it ends?
If we really let this level of attack go on, things will get out of control.
Especially at the pass of Dutianqinghu, you can't do things like catching wind and shadow.
Just then, a sigh sounded.
"I know you are talking about Luo Fengxiang."
Everyone turned to look.
The emperor looked emotional and shook his head.
Seeing this, Wang Zongyi hesitated for a moment, and then advised: "Your Majesty, it is better to let the Metropolitan Procuratorate investigate before making a final conclusion. Don't just listen to one's beliefs."
These were mature and prudent words, and all the ministers nodded.
You can't just say that your superior is in charge if your subordinates neglect their duties in the future, and you don't know anything about it, right?
Zhu Yijun nodded: "I know that whether Luo Shilang is involved has not yet been determined. It is even unclear whether Ma Zheng is flawed."
"You have to investigate to find out."
Wang Zongyi cupped his hands and was about to call out the Holy Spirit.
But the emperor spoke again: "But the Procuratorate can't investigate this matter. If we don't turn the Ministry of War upside down, how can we find any clues?"
Over the years, he has been clinging to the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Household Affairs, a personnel department, and a money bag.
The Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War were both in the hands of the Jin Party, and Zhu Yijun gave them full respect.
Ma Ziqiang, the Ministry of Rites, responded to this respect and has always been very cooperative.
As for Shi Maohua of the Ministry of War, it’s hard to say anything about it.
The water cannot be poured in. If the Metropolitan Procuratorate goes to investigate, it is estimated that the crime will be heaped on the head of the Taipusi Minister in front of him.
When Wang Xijue heard this, he suddenly took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, I can return to the capital to assist you."
Zhu Yijun didn't answer for a while.
After a long while, the emperor finally responded.
I saw Zhu Yijun suddenly pull out the long knife from Jiang Keqian's waist without any warning, and the cold light was sharp.
The light of the sword shone on Zhao Yan's face, and his body suddenly softened.
He collapsed to the ground, looking horrified, and his legs were slightly twitching, kicking back - could it be that the emperor hated himself for being involved in the Jin Party and wanted to kill and silence him!?
When the ministers saw the emperor holding a sword, they were moved.
Wang Zongyi's eyelids twitched and he quickly stepped forward: "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Yijun shook his head, suddenly turned the edge of the knife, folded the sleeves and robe, and waved lightly.
When a piece of rag was floating in the air, it was grabbed by a hand.
Zhu Yijun turned to look at Zhang Hong and slowly ordered: "Zhang Daban, take these two people back to the capital and give them to Wang Chonggu, and by the way, give him this sleeve robe for me, just say..."
"Let's just say, whether it's an issue with the Ministry of War, an issue with the Jin Party, or an issue with Wang Chonggu, I have to give an explanation."
He paused and added softly: "Whether this sleeve is cut off or the robe is cut, it all depends on him."
After saying that, he waved his hand.
The ministers were silent.
Zhang Hong bowed to obey the order, bent down and held the cloth, and slowly retreated.
Zhao Yan, the minister of Taipu Temple, and Ren Kai, the director of the grassland of the Ministry of Household Affairs, followed Zhang Hong as they walked and carried each other.
When Zhang Hong left, Zhu Yijun had a lot of thoughts and was about to turn around and leave.
Then he suddenly remembered something.
Zhu Yijun came to his senses, returned the long knife in his hand to Jiang Keqian, and ordered: "Uncle Yutian also returns to the capital to find Gu Huan and Xu Wenbi."
Jiang Keqian responded and retreated.
It was only then that Zhu Yijun said with emotion to the ministers: "This tour has opened my eyes. It's like learning from experience, and I have gone through seventy-two times."
"This is only half way."
Chapter completed!