The hall was silent and oppressive. No one followed Chen Mingjie's explanation. This was also a kind of expression and oppression. As an official of the Criminal Department, was there really nothing he could do in his yamen?
Chen Mingjie naturally understood, but he neither continued to explain nor acted under pressure. Just as he had just responded to Chen Ning, he was a minister of the imperial minister, not a lackey of the prime minister.
It is one thing to be willing to respect Hu Weiyong on weekdays, but it is another thing to really obey Hu Weiyong regardless of his wealth and life. Although the Minister of Punishment is not more powerful than the Prime Minister, he is also a serious official of the court, and he is not incompetent.
Use your own pawn across the river.
Tu Jie stood up and sighed: "Even if it takes a day or two?"
"Your Highness is paying attention and cannot waste a moment."
"Hey, since Brother Chen is here to stay, I'll take my leave."
Chen Mingjie didn't answer, he picked up the teacup without saying a word. Tu Jie gave a wry smile, he stole the chicken but lost the rice. The matter was not done well, but he offended the Minister of Punishment. It was really a bad year, and Pan Fu deserved to die.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Chen Ning was naturally unwilling to give up, but he was still dragged away by Tu Jie. It was useless to talk about the matter now, so it was more serious to go and report to the prime minister quickly. What would it do to act like a rogue here?
After the two left, Chen Mingjie put down the tea cup heavily with a look of anger on his face. This Chen Ning really didn't know what to say. He killed his own son and sinned against the Holy One. He had no choice but to cling to the Prime Minister. You have no choice. I don't have any choice. I want to accompany you.
Are you going to die all the way?
After losing his composure for only a moment, Chen Mingjie restrained his anger and had to start thinking about what was going to happen next. There were all kinds of reasons and difficulties, but in the end, he just didn't do anything for me.
This will inevitably lead to backlash, otherwise no one will be able to find excuses in the future. How can we manage this team? No matter whether Xiang Hu is really considerate or not, he will never be lenient when it comes to striking and beating.
But there is no need to be too worried. After all, he is a dignified official of the Ministry of Justice. He can stand up and speak even in front of the emperor. Even if he is the prime minister, he cannot be easily dismissed.
Several nephews and nephews in the Criminal Department must be transferred as soon as possible or sent to local posts, and the ends of some eucalyptus accumulation must be dealt with as soon as possible, so that the wind and waves beat the duckweed leaves, swaying until dawn.
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Tu Jie led Chen Ning into the Zhongshu Provincial Hall. Hu Weiyong was discussing and handling government affairs with Zhongshu Right Prime Minister Chen Liang, Pingzhang and Zhao Yannian. After the emperor returned from his northern tour to Beijing, the center of the Ming Dynasty was operating at an extremely fast speed.
stand up.
Hu Weiyong just nodded, and the others simply greeted each other, and then continued to work on the government affairs in hand. Chen Ning couldn't wait to speak. Time waits for no one. Everything will be done soon by the Ministry of Punishments.
The torture is coming, the sooner you make preparations, the better.
Tu Jie helplessly stretched out his hand to stop him, and couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart. Although he knew that Chen Ning's recklessness was partly fake, it was enough to see what his nature was like.
If people are not really desperate and want to get on board, they really don't want to be associated with this notorious person. Unfortunately, they don't have many choices and they don't have the qualifications to be picky.
After waiting for two cups of tea, Hu Weiyong stopped writing. Seeing this, the others also stopped writing one after another after reviewing the official work in hand. Some of the servants who were waiting consciously withdrew.
Hu Weiyong smiled and said: "I guess Mingjie didn't give me this face."
Chen Ning, who had been holding back for a long time, gritted his teeth and said: "Ungrateful, he has forgotten who recommended him as the Minister of Punishment!"
Tu Jie bowed and handed over his hands: "If you fail to succeed, you will be a disgrace to the prime minister."
Hu Weiyong waved his hand: "When the scholar was chosen, the emperor and the prince were all concerned about it. Ming Jie has his own difficulties in that position. It is reasonable not to agree. I have already expected it."
Chen Liangming, the right prime minister of Zhongshu, nodded and said: "Master Xiang is merciful."
Having said that, several people already knew it in their hearts. The prime minister's words clearly meant that he had already regarded him as an outsider. Therefore, the convenience that Chen Mingjie had received from the prime minister before must be returned to him, and he would repent without breaking a sweat before giving it back.
After submitting the petition, you will become your mortal enemy.
Chen Ning felt much better: "Prime Minister, the truth is about to come to light. Pan Fu will definitely not be saved. Liyang is too close to Beijing, and it only takes a few hours for Qingqi to go back and forth. It is best to resolve this matter as soon as possible."
Zhao Yannian, Pingzhang's political officer, smiled and said: "Counting the time, we should have arrived."
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In Liyang County, two watchmen walked side by side, one teamed up with the other, one holding a gong and the other holding a bang. At this time, it was time to knock off the watch. As they walked, they knocked slowly and quickly, three times in a row.
"The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful about the fire."
"Blow the gong to notify us, close the doors and windows, and be careful of candles!
At this time, most people have already turned off the lights and gone to bed. The younger couples are naturally busy passing on the family line, while the older ones are lying on the couch and whispering about the gossip they have heard today.
As the center of everyone's discussion, Mr. Pan is enjoying the service of his maids in the study room of Pan Mansion. Although the court clearly stipulates that non-meritorious ministers are not allowed to keep slaves, but as the saying goes, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below, and slaves are not allowed. I say
It's okay if she's an adopted daughter or a concubine.
It's just that she can't go to the county government office to sign a slave contract. If she doesn't sign, she won't sign it. She dares to run away, and where can she go if she runs away? Her parents have to be tied up and sent back, otherwise his family will be destroyed!
An old hand lowered down to caress the girl's young and tight skin through her culottes, but Mr. Pan obviously had other thoughts. The matter was arranged, but his heart was always hanging until no results came through.
After all, we were in the capital, not like in Liyang. To say that he was not afraid, panicked or regretful would be a lie. How could he not know anything about what his son had done? He was not deliberately indulging.
The government office passed down from our ancestors was too small, and its reputation was limited to one county. If you could get rid of the official position and become an official, it would be a great honor for your ancestors. But I didn't expect that this matter would become such a big deal, and even the emperor would know about it.
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However, the emperor has so many things to do, so he has no time to investigate in person. Everyone has been handed in. The officials below probably want to settle the case as soon as possible and seek credit. With Prime Minister Hu helping him, everything should be safe.
As time gradually passed, Master Pan became more and more at ease in his heart, and his old hands slid from the girl's calves to her plump and soft buttocks. The buttocks were big and fertile, just like the rich man's mother back then.
Just as Mr. Pan was about to show off his skills, the butler's report suddenly came from outside the door. The maid covered her collar and lifted her culottes and jumped off the old man's thin old legs and hid in the side room.
Mr. Pan's heart was already aroused, so he naturally had no time to care about such a trivial matter. If it was not an urgent matter, it would be impossible for his butler to disturb him at this time, and what else could happen at this time?
He opened his mouth several times to call people in, but was inexplicably afraid. The people outside the door obviously couldn't wait any longer. He ignored the butler's obstruction and pushed the door open. When he saw the person coming, Mr. Pan suddenly stood up and Venus flashed in front of his eyes.
Then there were patches of black paint.
"Hu...Guanshi Hu...Why are you here in person..."
"If I don't come, I don't know what trouble you will cause! Where is Pan Fu, ask him to come out and see me!"
Upon hearing his son's name, Mr. Pan shuddered and hurriedly asked him to take a seat: "Please sit down first. Is this...is...something happened in Beijing?"
People like them, so-called hooking up with the prime minister, are actually hooking up with the accounting clerk of the prime minister's house. Of course, this is not shabby. As the saying goes, the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.
Even the porter who works as a gatekeeper in the Prime Minister's Mansion is considered a seventh-rank official. In the eyes of the merchants and gentry in these places, this confidant in charge of the accountant is no lower than a fifth-rank official. To be able to show him filial piety is like smoking in the ancestral graves.
"Let Pan Fu come out! Are you deaf?"
Mr. Pan hesitated and said: "Pan Fu has left Liyang to avoid the limelight. If you have any questions, tell me directly."
After saying that, he hurried to the bookshelf filled with classics and history books and took out a sandalwood box. Speaking of these books, they were accumulated by ancestors over the generations. It is a pity that even now, no one in the Pan family is willing to read them.
Ben’s seed comes.
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