In the evening, Zhao Jin and Zhao Shouzheng went home and heard about what happened in Wei Jixian, so they naturally didn't get angry.

"What is his Duke of Wei compared to Yan Song?" Zhao Jin immediately slapped the table and said, "I will join him now, "I will join him in the 'restrained servants and servants, and the people will be rampant'!"

"I'm calm down. Although I'm the one who helps you manage Weijixian shares, we are a family. If you are involved in this matter, I'm afraid you'll have to let others fight back." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly advised.

"What my father said is that we can't go to a prince for the sake of this sesame and green bean." Zhao Hao smirked and said, "If we want to fight, we have to hit him seven inches."

"Oh, brother is referring to..." Zhao Jin suddenly remembered Zhou Jijiu, thinking that no wonder he was calm and he was calm. It turned out that he had a plan.

"No," Zhao Hao nodded with a smile and said, "Xu Pengju has tricked the Duke's wife into the imperial edict for his youngest son's mother, Zheng. The next step is to push the youngest son to the throne. He must not be too much at this time."

"Oh? You said you were fake, but there is evidence?" Zhao Jin asked curiously.

That day, he was shocked when Zhao Hao knew the family affairs of the Wei State. Today, he heard new revelations and became a little numb.

"this……"

Zhao Hao hesitated for a moment, and he couldn't tell his elder brother that he was actually starting a history cheat. Xu Pengju's idiot attempt to abolish the elders and establish a young man in his later years caused a lot of controversy in Jinling. Not only were there records in the Ming Dynasty, but almost all the notes and unofficial history also mocked him.

Because this matter eventually turned into a farce, Xu Pengju not only failed to do his wish, but was also exposed for committing fraud for Zheng. As a result, Zheng's imperial edict was taken away, and many officials also ate it, exposing the weak nature of the current nobles.

But how did Xu Pengju make a falsification? I remember it briefly in the unofficial history, what did Mr. Zhao say?

"It's just a rumor, but that's enough, right?" He had no choice but to say a smile, trying to evade him, "We don't really want to defeat him."

What's more, the founding duke who held the iron certificate of the alchemy book was not a serious crime of treason, and he could not get rid of others at all.

"Enough, we have always been reported." Zhao Jin did not ask questions. He only thought that his brother had a secret channel that was not suitable for revealing, so he smiled and said, "I will write a chapter now and give it to the censor who is good at the bus with Wei State. Please sign it with me."

"What a wonderful thing." Zhao Hao smiled when he heard this: "In this way, the Duke of Wei will definitely see the bulletin, and he must know what to do."

"That's natural. Can a mere restaurant be compared with his heir?" Zhao Jin laughed for a while, and said with a little regret: "It's a pity that I can't use him to regain his reputation in this way!"

"In this way, it's really a bargain." Zhao Shouzheng also nodded.

"Brother is already famous all over the world, why do you need more effort?" Zhao Hao looked at Zhao Jin with a smile. He knew the anxiety in his old brother's heart.

Zhao Jin has been recovering for nearly three months, but no news comes from Beijing, as if the big men in Beijing have forgotten him, the little seventh-rank censor...

Although three months are not long, there is a saying that the iron can only be punched while it is hot. If it takes a long time, the iron block will be cold, how can it be beaten?

Even if Zhao Jin has achieved his qi cultivation skills, he will inevitably be unable to sit still.

"Just put your heart in your stomach. I will put my words here. Brother will be promoted in the year, and good news will come in one or two months." In order to calm your brother, Zhao Hao had no choice but to use the great prophecy again.

"Okay, I believe in brothers." Zhao Jin couldn't write a letter to Gui inquiry directly, so he could only hope that Zhao Hao's prophecy would hit him again.

Zhao Jin did it as soon as he said that, and discussed with Zhao Hao that night and wrote a chapter.

The next morning, he took a sedan chair to the Nanjing Censorate located outside Taiping Gate, on the shore of Xuanwu Lake.

When Taizu decided to seize Jinling, he set up all the civil and military yamen outside Chengtian Gate, the main gate of the palace, and the three Dharma yamen were arranged separately outside the Taiping Gate to show that the Dharma yamen was independent of the civil and military yamen.

It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with picturesque scenery and traffic, so it is very leisurely to work here. After Chengzu moved the capital, the Three Laws of Nanjing became even more idle. Many old people even came to work with bird cages, wandering along the back lake every day, killing a few chess games under the shade of trees, and returning to the yamen to have lunch and sleep until the evening, so they went off work with bird cages...

For officials who have no pursuit, this is really a good place to cultivate one's own character. But Zhao Jin is eager to do something quickly and make up for the lost time. For him, working here is tantamount to a torture.

Therefore, not long after he recovered, he became very irrelevant with his colleagues because he was out of place.

When his sedan chair fell in the Censorate, the censors who were originally singing in the pavilion with a sharp voice and shy voice stopped immediately. They didn't want to be preached by the old censor Zhao, who was relying on his seniority...

"It's dispersed, and we're going to do it together." A censor in his thirties and black-faced censor grabbed his purple clay pot from the stone railing.

This person was the censor who went to Zhao's house to argue with him, who did not want to be named.

The censors lost interest, picked up their own bird cages and tea sets, and dispersed in a bad mood.

"Sir Ma, stay." Zhao Jin called the black-faced censor and said, "I have something to discuss with you."

It turns out that his surname is Ma.

The Imperial Ma secretly called unlucky, turned his head and squeezed out a smile and said, "I dare not take it if I discuss it, what are the instructions for seniors?"

"I have a bullet stamp, please let Lord Ma take a look." Zhao Jin said in a deep voice and took out the bullet stamp from his sleeve.

"Oh?" Censor Ma did not dare to neglect, so he let Zhao Jin into his duty room, put down the teapot, and looked at the bullet.

"Nee..." After reading, the Imperial Ma couldn't help but take a breath and looked at Zhao Jin and said, "You want to impeach the Duke of Wei?"

"Yes, I have been in Nanjing for many years and have long heard of many illegal things about Duke Wei. Now that I have been grateful, it is time to serve the emperor." Zhao Jin said seriously: "Mr. Ma was only last year from the Nancheng Prefecture Office. I should have heard a lot about Duke Wei. Please help me to find out if there are any modifications and additions."

After a pause, he bowed and said, "If you can sign up, you will be even more grateful."

"There is no choice but to be responsible for the emperor's hunting service!" The Censor Ma immediately bowed seriously and shouted a slogan. Then he smiled and said:

"This matter is very important, and I dare not speak nonsense. Let me leave a picture of it and think about it for two days before I discuss it with the old senior."

"It should be like this." Zhao Jin stood up and thanked again. After saying that, he left the narrow duty room.

The Imperial Ma sent him out, watched Zhao Jin's figure disappear into the second gate, and turned around and put the bullet in his sleeves, hurriedly closed the door and left the South Courtyard.

It was almost noon that Xu Bangning had just gotten up from the pile of powder.

If it weren't for the appointment of Ning Jinbo's son and Liu Yingfang, the commander of the government guard, today, he would never have gotten up before noon.

Xu Bangning yawned, wiped off the lip marks on his face under the maid's service, then washed and combed his hair, and dressed neatly. Then he came out of the flower hall to meet Liu Yingfang who had been waiting for a long time.

Xu Bangning took the bird's nest presented by the maid, rinsed his mouth, and smiled casually, "Have you come early?"

"Brother, why don't you come over to Yingmao quickly?" Liu Yingfang was also in her early twenties, wearing a beautiful dress, wearing a hairy hair, and was like a playboy.

"This little mouth is smearing honey." Xu Bangning laughed loudly, took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. "Today my brother treats you, eat Zuixianlou first, and then Zhao Yanru."

"Oh, the sun is coming out from the west?" Liu Yingfang was overjoyed when she heard this, but then she asked with a smile: "Brother, are you afraid that something is wrong?"

"Yes." Xu Bangning nodded and said, "Someone dares to hit my slave, right next to the jurisdiction of your guardian."

The garrisons of the Ming Dynasty can be regarded as military management areas, and local governments are not allowed to set foot on them. Therefore, in places adjacent to the garrisons, the public security has always been extremely chaotic, such as Caijia Lane...

"Who is so bold?" Liu Yingfang asked curiously: "Do you dare to touch the tiger's butt?"

"A life-and-death settlement." Last night, Xu Bangning had found out Zhao Hao's background. Not to mention that the other party was the grandson of the former minister, he didn't take it seriously.

"You order 180 brothers, and take advantage of the evening to touch Caijia Lane and smash the restaurant called Weijixian to me."

"It's so fresh?" Liu Yingfang couldn't help but be happy when he heard this. He had long seen the so fresh and unpleasant view.

The imperial court now relies on recruiting battalions to fight, and the garrison has completely become a military farming institution. Even the guards of the government, one of the Shangzhi Guards, are completely abandoned. The officers can only rely on exploiting military households and the people in the garrison to make some money and water to survive.

His grandmother's business is so prosperous, and he doesn't know how to offer sacrifices to the commander. Liu Yingfang was already trying to find a lesson to teach them.

Now the two of them thought of going together, so they put their arms around and prepared to go to Zuixianlou to eat and chat.

Unexpectedly, before he left the house, he saw Xu Pengju's Changsui running over with sweat and panting, "Little Master, Master, I'll call you to come over quickly!"
Chapter completed!