The news of Mr. Xu's resignation shocked the government and the public.

The three great masters took the lead and asked the emperor to keep Yuanfu.

Emperor Longqing replied that he had already tried to keep it in person, but the old man had decided to leave, so he should respect Yuan Fu's intention.

Seeing that the tree had already been completed and there was no turning around, all the government offices in the capital were in great grief.

For a moment, the officials could not accept the kind and tolerant old minister, so they left them.

Those officials who had received favor from Yuan Fu, especially those who were rehabilitated in the Xin Dynasty, were so sad that they burst into tears and heartbroken.

The Censors of the Kedao collapsed directly. Not only were they protected by Yuan Fu for many years, they also helped Yuan Fu kill Gao Gong and his group.

Now that Mr. Xu left, the beard from Gaojiazhuang is probably going to be killed back.

At that time, who will protect these poor, weak and helpless censors...

How excessive they were in the beginning, they were so scared now.

I don’t know who was the first to be scared to tears, and then everyone started crying loudly, and the scene was like a funeral.

In this sad and angry atmosphere, some people couldn't help but tell the story of Zhang Qi Shangben impeaching Mr. Xu.

Nanjing is too far away to find trouble for Mr. Xu, and the censors immediately vented their anger on Zhang Qi.

They rushed into Zhang Qi's duty room first, and saw that there was no one, so they smashed him for the duty room. They even took two pairs of cultural walnuts that he had bought for half a year.

The censors were particularly unhappy and rushed to Zhang Qi's house again. Seeing that the door was locked, they removed the door and rushed in and smashed it again.

Then he killed a chicken and wrote eight terrifying red words on the wall with chicken blood, "Jumping the clown, and leaving a terrifying life."

Fortunately, Zhang Qi knew that he had no good fruit and ran away early, otherwise the one used to write would be nothing more than chicken blood.

How innocent is a chicken born?

In fact, Zhang Qi didn't run far away, and was in the Sanjin Guild Hall on the street outside Chongwenmen.

He wore an inconspicuous half-old brown cloth robe and a felt hat that could cover most of his face. He followed a middle-aged man dressed in a businessman to a quiet and unique courtyard in the guild hall.

In the yard, two gray-haired elders were playing chess with all their attention.

Behind each of them was a man in his thirties, one handsome and the other white and fat. Both were holding a teapot and watching the chess with a smile.

When he heard someone coming in, the handsome man raised his fingers to his lips and signaled them to be quiet.

Zhang Qi and the businessman stood beside each other, not daring to breathe.

Because the two elders who played chess, one was the young tutor, Yang Bo, the Minister of Personnel, and the other was Wang Guoguang, the Governor of the Ministry of Revenue.

The two people watching chess are one of the lecturers of the imperial court and the Hanlin editor Zhang Siwei, and the other is the new Jinshi and the Shuji Shi Wang Jiaping.

Two senior officials from the department and two Hanlin rookies gathered together to play chess? How big is it to be a chess addiction.

After the tea, Yang Bo was pulled by Wang Guoguang and his mentality exploded. The old man immediately messed up the chessboard and grinned in his hometown dialect:

"I'm not stunned and confused, but I'm so tired of being so sad!"

"I can't afford to lose again." Wang Guoguang hugged his arms in anger. "Pinch it again, and it's like a grandson!"

"Cough cough." The handsome guy Zhang Siwei quickly coughed twice, reminding the two elders that there were outsiders here.

"Oh, is Nephew Zhang coming?" Yang Bo immediately regained his graceful elder image, stood up and smiled, "How is it, isn't it exciting?"

"It's so exciting." Zhang Qi wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and smiled bitterly: "My younger brother and Brother Yang walked through the back door, and those guys came to the front door."

"Listen to the joke, I guess there is nothing left in Zhang Xiandi's family." Brother Yang was named Yang Sihe, Yang Bo's cousin, and also a famous Shanxi merchant in the capital.

"Let them smash it away, the old ones don't go, the new ones don't come." Yang Bo laughed and patted Zhang Qi on the shoulder and said, "Just just stay here with peace of mind. I will help you settle the matters behind you."

"Yes." Wang Guoguang took the teapot handed over by Wang Jiaping, sipped and smiled: "After Master Tianguan is protecting him, just put your heart back in your stomach. When the limelight passes, I will arrange a good place for you."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's my nephew's honor to be able to vent his anger for the uncle!" Zhang Qi had a sincere smile on his face. It was worth losing his official position to be able to climb to the Shanxi merchants and Jin Party.

"You really know how to talk, go." Yang Bo waved his hand and ordered his nephew, "Helmet Nephew Zhang."

"Don't worry, uncle." Yang Sihe smiled and nodded, and said to Wang Guoguang and the other two again: "Don't disturb Yaxing anymore."

After saying that, he took Zhang Qi to salute.

When the two went out, Zhang Siwei couldn't help asking Yang Bo, "Uncle, why do we need to plug in this jar? If they really want to check it, it's not difficult to find out the relationship between Zhang Qi and our Shanxi merchants, and thus think of you."

"Haha, I'm afraid people won't think of it." Yang Bo laughed dismissively: "Ziwei, you are just too cautious. Do you know that using military forces is about 'to win with the right combination and the odd victory'?"

Both Zhang Siwei and Yang Bo are from Puzhou. Yang Bo's son Yang Junqing is the son-in-law of Zhang Siwei's uncle Wang Chonggu. Yang Bo's granddaughter also got married to Zhang Siwei's son Zhang Dingzheng.

Wang Guoguang and Wang Jiaping are also Wang Chonggu's fellow countrymen.

This group of old Xi'er was connected in this way, forming the long-standing, low-key and powerful Jin merchants and Jin Party.

Because everyone is a relative, unlike other factions, they are both business and political, and they are not distinguished from each other. Moreover, they are close to each other. The cultivation, maintenance and promotion of younger generations by elders is far beyond the reach of officials from other factions.

As Wang Chonggu's nephew, Zhang Siwei has always been cultivated as the next leader of the Jin Party.

Yang Bo naturally would not hide it from him. "Yes, without Zhang Qi's quarrel, Xu Ge Lao Ba most of the time would have to go back to his hometown. And that way, Yuan Fu could have gone more decently. But what's the benefit for us?"

"Aren't you just going out? Last year, Jingcha's breath?" Wang Guoguang quipped and said, "Do you have any other ideas?"

"Yes, I'm going to vent my anger. Grandma, Xu Xu Zi and Gao Gong fight, and actually took me to sacrifice my flag!" Yang Bo spat with an unhappy face: "If I don't give him this, everyone in the world will forget that Shanxi people are jealous!"

"What kind of metaphor is this..." Wang Guoguang laughed so hard that he sprayed the chessboard.

"It's so dirty, I won't go with you anymore." Yang Bo glanced at him, turned to look at Zhang Siwei and Wang Jiaping and said:

"But just like what I taught you, you can't let your anger be lost. Even if you take revenge, you will just follow the trend. I tell you that I mainly do it for the tall beard."

"So that's it." Zhang Siwei suddenly said: "Gao Xinzheng was already kind to his uncle, and his uncle asked someone to impeach Mr. Xu to step down, which was equivalent to making efforts for his return. When Gao Xinzheng took over the power, we Shanxi people would have a better life."

"No," Yang Bo praised it and said with hatred: "If Xu Xu hadn't driven Gao Hu Zi home, we would have already traded with the Tatars. How could there have been the Shizhou change last year and the martial law in the capital?!"

"Hao beard is not a good person. Are you afraid that he will turn against others after he comes to power?" Wang Guoguang asked with some controversy.

"Can he bend his face? He wants to fight with the people in the southeast, just relying on a few Henan guys to make a fortune? Why don't we Shanxi people rely on us?" Yang Bo smiled confidently and said, "If you don't believe me, look. After Gao Beizi comes back, he will definitely get rid of Altan first and then slowly clean up the south!"

Everyone understood.

Gao Gong wanted to deal with Altan, so naturally he could not do without the help of the Jin party. After getting Altan, he had to rely on Shanxi merchants to maintain his relationship with Mongolia. Naturally, the two sides could only get closer and closer until they were not separated from each other...
Chapter completed!