"List the guns and let them go!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Two columns come forward, one column retreats, let go!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

…

As the gunshots continued to sound, thick clouds of gunpowder smoke immediately rose into the sky, instantly covering the shooting range located in the Xiyuan Leopard Room in smoke.

"Lao San, the power of this blunderbuss is really good, but the blunderbuss tube is too time-consuming to make!" Looking at the target on the shooting range that had been hit to pieces by several rounds of blunderbuss, the little fat man couldn't help but said with some regret.

.

"The power is barely adequate, and the gunpowder is not good. The smoke is too big!" Unlike the little fat man, as a soldier of later generations, he is used to playing with real modern guns such as automatic rifles. For this primitive

The matchlock gun is really disgraceful.

"Report! Your Majesty, Mr. Feng is requesting an audience outside the camp!"

Just when Wang Bing was criticizing the Ming Dynasty's most advanced cannon, Yu Lin, who was guarding the camp, quickly ran over and loudly reported.

"Let him come in!" This time, the little fat man didn't keep him waiting.

…

"Darling, Mr. Zhang probably doesn't know this news yet, right?" Looking at the note in his hand, the little fat man turned to look at Feng Bao and asked.

"Back to Master, I rushed over immediately after receiving the flying pigeon letter from Jin Yiwei. Before I had time to tell the Chief Assistant, I guess it will take a few days for the funeral and obituary notice from the Chief Assistant's hometown in Jiangling to be delivered." Feelings

Seeing the look in the little fat man's eyes, Feng Bao quickly opened his mouth to explain.

As the little fat man trained in the Yulin Guard during this period, Feng Bao gradually began to feel the kind of pressure he had felt when facing the former emperor.

"Hey, don't tell Mr. Zhang this news yet, let him know it later!"

"Uh, I obey my order!"

"In addition, I will draft a decree for me according to this idea. After Mr. Zhang receives the funeral and obituary notice, I will immediately hand over the decree to Mr. Zhang!" Just when Feng Bao was still worried about the little fat man's decision, the little fat man said

He spoke again, reached out and took out a piece of zhazi from his arms and handed it to Feng Bao.

"Is this? My emperor is wise!"

After taking the zazi in confusion and glancing at it for a few times, Feng Bao immediately knelt down in front of the little fat man and shouted loudly with excitement on his face.

There is no way, it is known throughout the court that he, the 'internal minister', is Zhang Juzheng's political ally. If Zhang Juzheng, the chief minister of the external court, leaves the court as the center of power, he, the internal minister, will definitely not be able to sit safely. So after reading

After reading the little fat man’s note, Feng Bao was so excited that he burst into tears.

On September 20, the fifth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, the little fat man learned in advance the news of Zhang Juzheng's father's death from Jin Yiwei's flying pigeon biography. Then he asked Feng Bao to prepare the first official love edict early.

, prepared to wait until Zhang Juzheng received the funeral news from his hometown, and immediately issue the announcement. This would completely take the initiative in this matter and relieve Zhang Juzheng from having to bear some pressure.

…

"Father!"

On September 25, when Zhang Juzheng, who was preparing to go to court, received news of the funeral from someone from his hometown, he fainted in grief, causing chaos in the entire mansion.

"Come here, prepare pen and ink, I want to write a memorial!"

After a short time, Zhang Juzheng slowly regained consciousness under the treatment of several doctors. The first thing he said was to ask his family to prepare pen and ink, but he was preparing to write a memorial to beg for mercy and abide by the system.

"Father, you have just woken up, you should wait a little longer! What's more..." Zhang Jingxiu, the eldest son, saw that his father had just woken up and asked for paper and pen. How could he not understand what he was doing!

"Go if I tell you to, what are you talking about!" Before Zhang Jingxiu could finish speaking, Zhang Juzheng interrupted his son's words, and at the same time, he lifted up the quilt and got up from the bed.

"Father, calm down, my son will go soon. Please take a rest!" Seeing Zhang Juzheng about to get up from the bed, Zhang Jingxiu did not dare to delay any longer, and then quickly left to prepare his pen and ink.

"The imperial edict has arrived!"

Just when Zhang Jingxiu came out of Zhang Juzheng's room and was about to get pen, ink and paper, he suddenly heard the sound of the imperial edict coming from the outer courtyard.

"It turns out that Eunuch Feng is here, and I asked Eunuch Feng to please wait a moment. My father is extremely sad and is lying in bed right now. I'm going to invite my father right now." When I got out of the door, I saw that it was Feng who came to deliver the message.

To protect this secret, Zhang Jingxiu quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"It's okay, we're not outsiders, we can just go in by ourselves!" After saying that, Feng Bao didn't wait for Zhang Jing to fix the incense table or anything, and walked directly towards Zhang Juzheng's room.

"I respectfully welcome the imperial edict!"

Before Feng Bao could take a few steps, Zhang Juzheng, who also heard the commotion, had already stood up from the couch and knelt down with a plop in front of Feng Bao, who was holding the imperial edict in his hand.

"The Emperor is entrusted with the destiny of heaven, and the edict says:... Now that the New Deal is in its infancy, Yuan Fu relies on me, so how can we leave me for a day? Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety, and the patriarchal system must be upheld. However, the country is particularly important, so I hope you can suppress your sorrow."

Love, with the country in mind! Today, Mr. Zhun will not accompany the court during the July 7th period. After the July 7th period, he will wear cloth clothes and serve as a cabinet director as usual...no words!"

This imperial edict first contained words of comfort, and then it announced the affair of seizing love before Zhang Juzheng came to the throne.

"Brother Shuanglin, when it comes to human relations, father and son come first! The imperial court has rules. As the chief minister of a country, I should set an example. How can I violate the rules and not abide by them? I would like to ask Brother Shuanglin to convey this to Your Majesty. I forgive you for not being able to do so."

The crime of following orders!"

After receiving the imperial edict from Feng Bao, Zhang Juzheng knelt down again facing the palace to apologize, saying bluntly that he could not obey the edict.

"Uncle, I don't want to ask why your majesty's decree came so quickly?" Seeing that there was no one else in the room except himself and Zhang Juzheng, Feng Bao asked in a low voice while helping Zhang Juzheng up.

"Uh, this?" Hearing what Feng Bao said, Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but be startled. He had just received the obituary, and the little emperor's edict to seize love was issued. It was really...

"Actually, His Majesty has been paying close attention to the matter since he learned the news that your father was seriously ill. Your Majesty even learned about the news of your father's death five days ago through the flying pigeon letter sent by the Jin Yiwei. The reason why he hid it from your uncle is,

It’s just because Your Majesty doesn’t want to make Mr. more sad.”

"And this decree has been drawn up by Your Majesty a long time ago. Your Majesty really wants to keep you, so please don't doubt your Majesty's sincerity."

Looking at Zhang Juzheng who looked confused, Feng Bao said sincerely. But when he said this, the figure of the young uncle Guo flashed in his mind involuntarily.

"His Majesty!"
Chapter completed!