Deshengmen suddenly alerted the road to close, and the official army blocked the idle people entering and leaving the road, clearing the road and waiting for the big man to pass.

The people waited for a long time before they saw an unmarked luxury four-wheeled carriage, escorted by a team of Jinyiwei, slowly drove into the capital.

On the carriage, Zhang Juzheng was sitting on the wall of the carriage with his hair scattered, looking at the changing scenery outside the window with his eyes dispersed, allowing tears to flow silently, and a large area of ​​his front wet.

No matter what, it was his own father who gave birth to him and taught him to study!

Since the 36th year of Jiajing and returning to the capital after three years of vacation, he has plunged into politics, first serving as a lecturer in Prince Yu's Mansion, and then assisted Duke Cunzhai to become the king.

At that time, he thought to himself that after the Yan Dang was eliminated, Yuyu would clarify, and then go home to visit his parents.

However, after the Yan Party fell and was promoted to the Grand Scholarship in the Longqing Dynasty, he was even more deeply involved in political struggles and did not dare to relax for a moment.

He could only postpone his plan to visit relatives until he became the prime minister...

Finally, he pushed his opponents away one by one and took the position of the chief minister. But getting to the position is just a means, not an end. He is for reform, not a prestige!

So he worked hard to start the Wanli New Policy and also taught the young emperor carefully to meet all his mother's requirements, but he still had no time to return home...

Until this year, because the emperor was engaged, he missed the last chance to meet his father. He had not returned to Jingzhou for twenty years and had never seen his father!

I always think about going back next year and going back after this wave. Who would have thought that I would be a farewell forever at this moment...

Even though Zhang Juzheng had the sun, moon, mountains and rivers in his heart, he was completely overwhelmed by the guilt of not returning home for twenty years.

When the carriage drove directly into the mansion and closed the door tightly, You Qi opened the car door and saw that his master's eyes had swollen into peaches.

"My lord is mourning!" You Qi quickly squeezed out two tears and helped Zhang Juzheng get off the carriage, who was crying so hard that he was getting dark.

"Hurry, put on mourning for Bugu and prepare a mourning hall." Zhang Xianggong got off the car and ordered in a hoarse voice.

He was the chief minister of the dynasty. No matter what, he could not return to his hometown immediately after hearing the death. He had to report to the emperor first and requested the favor before he could return home.

During this period of time, as a filial son, you must first set up a mourning hall in the local area to keep a distance to keep a spiritual guard for your ancestors and send me grief.

But in this way, nothing will be hidden...

"Uh, yes..." You Qi was worried that Zhang Juzheng was stunned because he heard the bad news. He hesitated for a moment, and still reminded him in a low voice:

"But Master, this is a letter from my son-in-law who sent a letter to the early delivery of a letter from Feige. The province has sent an emergency of 800 miles, and it will take two days to arrive, let alone the third young master has officially come to report the death..."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Juzheng asked coldly.

"What a slave means is to suppress the news first. I will inform Eunuch Feng, Li Butang and others in private, and everyone will discuss countermeasures and make preparations in advance?"

Zhang Juzheng looked at him with a weird look. It's OK. It's the safest way, but should you keep calm and close the door when I come back after playing the ball?

The result was good. When I ran out of surprise, I gave Bugu a bolt from the blue in public. What kind of taste can't be tasted by others?

Believe it or not and will not be made public today, and the city will be full of storms tomorrow. Are there any strange things to say?

Alas, there is no way, how smart can you expect a slave to be?

Mr. Zhang looked at You Qiyi for a while, and then he felt furrowed all over his body, and then he said in a dull voice: "Set a mourning hall!"

"Yes!" You Qi was shocked and dared not say much.

Zhang Juzheng didn't have the energy to argue with him, and then ordered: "Go to the Hanlin Academy to ask Si Xiu to ask Ding You to take a leave of absence. Let Mr. Li come to draft Ding You... Forget it, I'll write it myself..."

Of course, Zhang Juzheng has an aide, but how many people in this world can keep up with his ideas and deserve to give him advice?

He is a terrible detail control. He is really capable, but he can't stand his cowardly arrogance. If you don't believe it, look at how Mr. Zhao is the only one who is the only one who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is a man who is

Zhao Shouzheng also wrote letters to greet him from time to time, asking them to have fun and not rush back... As a result, they spent five years playing. Zhao Hao's salary was not short of their day...

Otherwise, you will not be able to keep these talented perverts who have been repeatedly beaten to abnormality by society.

How could Zhang Juzheng offer these perverts to his ancestors? So after searching, he just asked a teacher to write and draw up some unimportant manuscripts. He had to do the real important documents himself.

Memorials like this that ask for a long vacation from the emperor and have countless things to give in, and they cannot be used as a dummy.

Soon, the maid took off her gorgeous clothes for the master and helped him put on a green necklace.

The servants in the mansion were all dressed in mourning. On the one hand, they set up a mourning hall in the front yard, and put all the red lanterns and other things on them, and pasted white paper on the vermilion door and green windows...

Waiting for the time being, Zhang Juzheng took a pen and wrote the "Commentary on Begging for Mercy" on paper:

‘On the fifteenth of this month, I received a letter from my hometown. I knew that my father Zhang Wenming died of illness on September 13th. As soon as I heard the sound of the obituary, my five-in-one cracked. I was in a coma. I couldn’t speak words, but I could only cry and blood...’

Zhang Xianggong's tears fell on the manuscript again, and the pen and ink that had just fallen...

In that room, You Qi took the order and asked someone to go to the East Factory to tell Xu Jue, asking him to inform the palace immediately. He also changed into filial piety clothes and rushed to the Hanlin Academy to report the news.

Zhang Sixiu was ranked second and was awarded the Hanlin editor for more than half a year. Together with Shen Maoxue and Zeng Chaojie, who were also in the Three-Dao Jiajia, he copied the "Yongle Encyclopedia" in the Hanlin Academy as usual.

When he was called out and saw You Qi wearing a heavy filial piety, Zhang Sixiu almost fainted.

You Qi told him the bad news, and Zhang Sixiu fell to the ground crying and was helped up by Shen Maoxue after he followed him.

After crying for a while, he came to the Hanlin Bachelor's Office to take leave of absence from Wang Xijue, a bachelor's degree in the Zhanshi Mansion and the head of the Academy.

The chef is a very kind-hearted person, known as the King of Bodhisattva, and Zhang Juzheng took him back to Beijing from Nanjing as a key cadre to train him. So Wensang could no longer sit still.

"Hurry back and accompany your father, just make up for those documents and other things." Wang Xijue said, and began to take off his clothes in front of his subordinates.

He took off his third-rank official robe, first put on a plain robe and said, "Let's go, I'll join you, I'll pay my respects on behalf of the Hanlin Academy first, and then see if anyone needs help!"

In short, the whole Hanlin Academy knew about the call from Chef Wang, who was kind-hearted in the ancient road.

The Hanlin Academy is next to the six ministries' yamen. After less than a cup of tea, all the officials of the six ministries know...

"I'll go!"

"I'll fuck..."

"Mom Xipi!" Everyone was stunned when they heard the news. But most of the officials were actually secretly happy.

What a good guy, the heaven is so eyed. Now everyone has saved it, and the Ming Dynasty has saved it... but no one dares to say it out.

The ministers and ministers quickly changed into plain clothes and rushed to Dashamao Hutong to pay their respects.

Da Nei, Wenhua Hall.

The emperor was taking the last class of the day. The second assistant to the cabinet, Lu Diaoyang, personally supervised Wan Li Lian's calligraphy, and Feng Bao looked around.

Over the past five years, Lu Diaoyang and Zhang Xianggong have been teaching Emperor Wanli's learning one day, just like Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng took shifts back then.

At the age of fifteen, Zhu Yijun's calligraphy has improved a lot, but there are also many thorns on his butt.

He obviously couldn't sit still. He wanted to drink water for a while and asked the eunuch to rub his shoulders for him. But he didn't dare to say that I didn't want to write anymore...

He was not afraid of Lu Diaoyang, who looked like this old lady, but he was worried about Feng Bao.

The dead eunuch likes to inform the queen of the mother the most. After scolding the terrible queen of the mother, she will also tell the most terrifying Mr. Zhang.

So Wanli was tied tightly by this iron triangle, and he only dared to make harmless small moves and did not dare to struggle at all.

Suddenly, the door of the hall opened silently, and a little eunuch came in quietly, leaned in Eunuch Feng's ear and reported in a low voice.

"Ah!" Feng Bao stood up like five thunderstorms and stood up suddenly.

He was in charge of the Silijian and the Dongchang for many years, and his internal and external power has become very powerful, and his whole body has changed a lot. The only thing that remains unchanged is his original intention for Uncle...

He suddenly heard about his uncle's father's death, and he felt sadder than his own father's death.

Because his father is a bad gambling man, he sold him into the palace to pay off his gambling debts...

"What's wrong?" Wanli immediately threw down his pen and asked excitedly.

"Your Majesty, Mount Tai collapsed before her and her expression remained unchanged..." Lu Tiaoyang said helplessly.

"Your Majesty, stop practicing calligraphy first. Mr. Zhang's father is gone..." Feng Baohan said sadly.

"Ah?" Wanli opened his mouth wide and said for a while, "So, I can finally liberate? Oh no, no, I mean, what should I do?"

"Emperor, please report to the Empress Dowager first." Feng Bao knew that the one who was reluctant to part with Zhang Juzheng must be the emperor's mother. "The empress dowager will decide this kind of thing."

"Okay, go and have a walk." Wanli walked out without saying a word.

"Your Majesty, be careful, don't trip..." Feng Bao didn't care about Lao Lu and followed him quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Diaoyang was left in the huge Wenhua Palace. He knew that no one took him seriously, so he laughed at himself: "I'll send him to the emperor after class."

When he returned to Wenyuan Pavilion, entered his own duty room, and sat down tiredly. His confidant Shi Bin served him strong tea and couldn't help but whisper:

"Congratulations to the Prime Minister!"

Lu Tiyang was stunned and immediately scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! When Yuan Fu was extremely sad, what did you say? How did I behave?"

"Grandpa Zhang is about to be Ding You, only Grandpa Lu is left in the cabinet. Are you not Yuanfu, who is Yuanfu?" Shi Bin smiled with a shy face.

"Anyway, don't talk nonsense!" Lu Tiyang glared at him and said, "Go out and tell them, no one is allowed to gossip. I will hear it and drive it out of the cabinet!"
Chapter completed!