"I congratulate the emperor, and finally I guarded the clouds and saw the moon bright." Zhang Jing also imitated Concubine Zheng and acted like a good person.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Wanli changed color and raised his hand and slapped him to the ground.

"Are you a dog slave, confused? You dare to vomit any crazy words!" Zhu Yijun said with a dark face and shouted to Zhang Jing, who was kneeling on the ground with his face covering his face:

"It seems that it's not enough to suffer a loss under Feng Bao! I wonder if there are some words that can never be said?!"

"I'm just tearing this broken mouth!" Zhang Jing quickly tore his mouth hard, pulled one into a ridiculous shape, and changed his tune: "I'm so happy for long live, what kind of life the emperor has lived these years, wuwu..."

I don’t know if it was the pain or it was really sad for Wanli, but he started to cry.

Seeing that Zhang Jing's mouth was bleeding, Wanli said with a look of absent, "Hmph, okay. Remember, if the words come out of your mouth, others think it was what I said. Let the old dog pass it to my mother's ears, wouldn't I let me have a free meal?"

"Yes, I remember it, and I will never dare to talk nonsense again." Zhang Jing nodded quickly, but couldn't help but smile: "But the old dog is too sick to death and can't see the Queen Mother."

"Hmph." Wanli snorted, "I'll remember you after saying this. I have to go to report the demise in person."

As he said that, he took a few deep breaths, tried to make a crying look, and said to Concubine Zheng: "See if I feel sad?"

Concubine Zheng was startled by beating a horse and mule. In fact, she was the first nonsense. At this moment, she was extremely obedient and said, "It's very good."

"Yeah." Wanli nodded, trying to say a few words to her, but he couldn't bear to let it go, so he left with his hands behind his back.

~~

Ningshou Palace, in the Buddhist temple.

Empress Dowager Li is also praying for Mr. Zhang, but she is much more pious than her wicked son.

Zhang Juzheng was ill in bed for several months, and Empress Dowager Li felt that her heart was empty and she couldn't be energetic if she did anything.

She is forty-two years old this year, and you know...

Alas, Zhang Lang should get better quickly.

While sighing, the emperor heard the crying voice at the door: "Mother, Mr. Zhang..."

"What's wrong with him?" Li Caifeng's heart was sucked.

"He left us mother and mother..." Wanli cried on his face, whimpering.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible..." The empress dowager's eyes darkened and she fainted.

"Empress Dowager!" The palace servant behind him quickly supported her.

"My mother!" Wanli also quickly raised his head, and there was no tear in his eyes?

When Empress Dowager Li woke up slowly, it was already time to take the lights.

Looking at the glazed palace lanterns that emitted orange halos, Li Caifeng was in tears and secretly hurt her god: 'He clearly promised me that he would still celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together..."

"My Mother's Day is sad." Wanli, who was guarding the bedside, looked at Empress Dowager Li and became ten years older. He thought to himself that I went, but even when my father passed away, I had never seen her so sad.

"I still want him to work for us for five years, but I didn't expect that this would not work..." Empress Dowager Li sighed and said, "Call Feng Baolai, and the Ai family will discuss with him the funeral of Zhang Lang... Mr. Zhang."

"Have you forgotten my mother? My partner is bedridden." Wanli said softly.

"Yes. Speaking of which, how many years is he older than Mr. Zhang." Empress Dowager Li felt sad again. The two of her caring people were going to accompany her to the underworld.

She curled up even more and more lonely and coldly, wrapped the brocade quilt tightly on her body, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Mother, Mother..." Wanli called out several times before calling Li Cai'e back.

"What did you say?" However, her eyes were empty and spiritless, and her face was even more haggard, as if three souls had lost their seven souls.

"My son said that Zhang Hong, the chief of the Chief Lishu, was well-versed in his writing and could teach the funeral for his grand partner." Wanli had no choice but to repeat.

"Yes." Empress Dowager Li murmured, "Be grand, don't let Mr. Zhang feel heartbroken."

"Don't worry, my mother, I will send you the country to the death to the teacher." Wanli said again.

However, the Empress Dowager fell into a state of freedom again, and shed tears silently, but did not accept his words.

Wanli also talked about "The teacher has made great achievements and I have no reward for it, so I will take good care of the husband's descendants."

But the Empress Dowager couldn't listen to a word, and was very upset and said, "Go, the Ai family is alone."

"My mother has a good rest and must mourn me." Wanli was already upset and bowed deeply to Empress Dowager Li, saying, "My son is here to pay my respects tomorrow."

As he said that, he quietly left the bedroom with heavy curtains.

When I arrived outside the hall, it was the end of July. The heat in Yanjing was gone at night and the moon was as cool as water.

Wanli took a deep breath of the clear air mixed with the fragrance of flowers and sandalwood, and suddenly felt refreshed and all the things were gone.

"Long live, it's cold at night, hurry up and get on the imperial chariot." Zhang Jing, who had blood scabs on the corner of his mouth, said respectfully.

"No, let's go with me." Wanli looked up at the waning moon on the palace wall, and felt that the scenery that he had used to seeing was so pleasing to the eye.

"Yes." Zhang Jing followed the emperor happily and waved his hand again, letting the imperial celery follow him.

~~

Zhang Juzheng, Empress Dowager, Feng Bao!

The mountains that had been pressing in my heart for many years passed away all day long, and Wanli was particularly pleased with everything, and she felt the joy of becoming the emperor the day before.

Yes, he has never been so happy since he ascended the top.

"The emperor hasn't been like this for many years." The only drawback is that Zhang Jing was still muttering behind the emperor: "Since I didn't go to the west for a night trip seven years ago, I have never left my house and have been stuck in the palace all day long. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

"Okay, you'll make less trouble." Wanli said lightly: "You can't wait to get to the top?"

"I don't mean that. I'm just worried that there are so many dreams in the night..." Zhang Jing looked at Wanli, his heart thumping.

Wanli turned around and looked at Zhang Jing coldly and said, "I will not be fooled by anyone anymore."

"I am so happy today that I am fascinated by the ghost..." Zhang Jing was so scared that he knelt on the ground, kowtowing hard like pounding garlic.

"Haha, if it were a day, I would have dragged you out to feed the dog!" Wanli was in a good mood and was employed again, so he didn't care about him.

After walking along the Imperial Road, the emperor climbed up the high palace walls and looked at the lonely city of Beijing, wanting to see his own great country.

It was not yet late at night, and just after the beginning of autumn, it was supposed to be a place of romance and food and drink. However, because the news of Zhang Taishi's death had spread, all the people from all over the capital, from the ministers and the people, consciously stopped the banquet and mourned Mr. Zhang who bowed for the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, the streets and alleys of the capital are lonely at this moment, with white banners hanging everywhere, and faint crying sounds coming, like ghosts.

A gust of wind blew, which made Wanli's eyes fascinated. He felt something fall into his collar.

When Zhang Jing took it out, he saw that it was a few pieces of paper money and said unluckyly: "Damn it, you're all here."

Wanli couldn't help but disappear. He turned around and was about to go down the palace wall when he suddenly stopped again.

"No, how can you fly so far? How can you spread the cry to the palace..." He felt something was wrong and looked at Zhang Jing and said, "You are right?"

"Old slave, I dare not talk..." Zhang Jing said embarrassedly.

"Do you know? Let's go if you have a fart!" Wanli glared at him.

"Yes, it was my ancestor who asked someone to set up a mourning hall in the palace to pay tribute to Grand Master Zhang." Zhang Jing looked like he was the look you told me.

"Dog slave, do you really treat a foreign minister as your master? I am not dead yet!" Wanli was so angry that his teeth were itchy: "If the Queen Mother hadn't protected him, I would have sent him to Xiaoling to see the grave!"

"That's right? He relies on his seniority all day long and has no emperor in his eyes!" Zhang Jing was not under Feng Bao's disciple, but the godson of Zhang Hong, the former Imperial Supervisor.

After the eighth year of Wanli, the emperor intended to support the eunuchs to compete with Feng Bao in order to have a chance to breathe. Zhang Hong was also an old man from Yudi, and he had never dealt with Feng Bao. He was attracted by him and was promoted to the position of the chief of the Sili Supervisory Commission.

According to the rules, the chief of the Silijian was to be the governor and eunuch of the East Factory. Unfortunately, the East Factory was still firmly controlled by Feng Bao, and Zhang Hong was not allowed to take over for several years. Naturally, he was full of resentment and became more and more powerful with Feng Bao.

This is exactly what Emperor Wanli is happy to see, so that he can use the people on Zhang Hong's line with confidence. So Zhang Jing became the manager of the Qianqing Palace. Zhang Hong's other godson Zhang Cheng led the army of three thousand in the army, stationed in the Da Nei, and kept the emperor in the field.

If it weren't for the eunuchs who were trained by himself, Wanli wouldn't have spoken so hard.

"You can find an opportunity to leave the palace in two days." The atmosphere at this time made Wanli very proud. He ordered Zhang Jing in a deep voice:

"Go to find Wang Tianguan and tell him that I agree to replace Pan Sheng with Liu Dongxing. But he must let me see his loyalty first!"

"Yes, long live." Zhang Jing was immediately overjoyed and suddenly realized that the pain he suffered today was worth it.

"I have been waiting for seven years. I must take back what I have lost!" Emperor Wanli looked at the Huangji Palace in the night and said word by word: "From now on, I will make the decision of my country!"

~~

The next day, the court officially released the obituary of the death of Zhang Juzheng, the Grand Master of the Ming Dynasty.

At the same time, Emperor Wanli issued an order to order the eunuch Zhang Hong, the eunuch in charge of the funeral, and stopped court for eight days to express his condolences. He also gave him sixteen altars to sacrifice to Shangzhu Kingdom, and gave him the posthumous title of Wenzhong, and Yin's son was the Chief of the Shangbao Sicheng.

For a time, the capital was covered with white mourning. From the ministers and the people set up tables at their doorsteps to celebrate the sacrifices. The city was filled with smoke and cries.

Outside the Grand Tutor's Mansion and Dashamao Hutong, there were many simple elegiac couplets everywhere, and the servants had to clear a group of them every other hour, otherwise they would be flooded by wreaths inside and outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

There was a constant stream of people coming and going all day long. Most ordinary people were not qualified to enter the house to pay tribute, so they kowtowed far away on the street to the Taishi Mansion, crying that the Taishi would go all the way.

No matter how people elsewhere view Zhang Juzheng, at least the people in the capital were in his love. It was this Iron-faced Grand Master who kept them from hearing the alarm bells over the years and avoiding fear.

This scene was shocking. Even though the Emperor died five years ago, the people in the capital had never been so sad.

Merits and demerits are in the hearts of the people!
Chapter completed!