In Zhao Shouzheng's room, the incense of thread had burned out, and the white ash fell into the copper furnace.

Of course, Zhao Hao hoped that the old man would be restored, but he knew that since the Ming Dynasty, "the plan was repelled and never revived." Even if he was falsely accused and dismissed during the inspection, he should not make an exception to prevent the investigation from undermining the serious punishment.

So he was not as optimistic as Zhao Jin. He shook his head and said, "My grandfather was a Beijing inspector. If he wanted to turn over, it would be difficult to reach the sky."

"My dear brother only knows one thing, not the other. When you were not here, my uncle had carefully told me about my uncle. Although he was dismissed from office because of the Beijing Prefecture, his reason for dismissal was old..." However, he saw Zhao Jin smiled faintly and returned to his usual calmness and wisdom. He said casually: "There is a flower head here, I don't know if my dear one has ever thought about it."

"Uh, no..." Zhao Hao scratched his head awkwardly. The so-called "what is so shallow" that he still lacks enough experience in these twists and turns in the Ming Dynasty officialdom.

"Then, brother, please take a look." Zhao Jin was not surprised. Even if Zhao Hao was a family, he could not understand everything, right? He quickly seized the opportunity to be difficult and explained to his premature brother: "According to the rules, those who are 'old' and 'ill' in the Beijing Inspection Commission should be ordered to retire. Even if they are not given enough decent, at least they can live in vain, right?"

"But strangely, my uncle was dismissed from office and left Beijing within a specified period. This is a punishment for those who are not careful and 'soft' and 'soft'. It is obviously too severe for my uncle. But even more strangely, my uncle actually accepted it without saying a word. I think it is mostly a performance element."

"Brother is talking about a trick?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but see, and suddenly he felt that this is a possibility. In fact, he occasionally thought about how could his grandfather, who had been in the midst of thirty years, fall down after a thirty-year-old minister, say that he was down on the ground because of a not-so-important crime? And he was also penniless and his family was broken.

This is unscientific...

However, Zhao Hao was in Guizhou for the first time and could not figure out the situation. He only thought it was because the Beijing inspection was particularly strict this year. But after Zhao Jin said this, he immediately understood. Grandma, the old man was a hero who cut off his arm and retreated to advance!

Our Lao Zhao is so miserable. If Lao Gao still holds his arms around, he will probably be angry with the public.

"It should be so. And I heard from me that my uncle's tragic experience caused a lot of shock in the capital, and some people were very upset for him. This time, Kedao impeached Gao Gong together, and this was also the whole story..."

Zhao Jin said with a sigh: "Anyway, there is nothing absolute. When Brother Yu is restored to his post, he will immediately participate in Gao Gong using public instruments and take revenge on his personal affairs. Maybe His Majesty can make his Majesty open the door..."

"Don't!" Zhao Hao stood up and said, "It's just my grandfather of the Gu family. If you ask the court to re-invest his case, how can anyone find out if there is no accident? Then the old man still wants to be free outside. I'm afraid he will be jailed until he dies."

"Why?" Zhao Jin didn't understand this joint for a while.

"I know my brother is kind, but you have to endure it for more than ten years. If you get caught up with the family ancestor, you will be very guilty!" Zhao Hao hurriedly said with a sincere look on his face: "Old brother must think more about himself, and never be impulsive."

"Besides, if the old man really has a backup plan, we have to ask clearly to help, right?"

"My brother is really close to Brother Yu..." Seeing that Zhao Hao was considerate for himself, Zhao Jin was so moved that he held the little brother's hand tightly and said with a heavy emphasis: "Okay, then wait for Brother Yu to gain a foothold and cooperate with his uncle to slowly plan for him."

"It should be so!"

The two chatted for a long time while they were having fun until Qiaoqiao knocked on the door outside and called for dinner.

They suddenly realized that it was already noon. They came out of the east room and sat at the Eight Immortals table.

I saw four dishes and one soup and two bowls of fragrant rice on the table.

The dishes are fried eggs with shrimp and braised mandarin fish, stir-fried artemisia arborist and malan heads and dried fragrant. The soup is shepherd's purse round soup with sesame oil.

Two meat and two vegetables are refreshing and refreshing, and it looks comfortable. When you taste it with chopsticks, the taste is even higher than the level.

Qiaoqiao also prepared a pot of small roast for Zhao Jin, which was very consistent with the old man's wishes at this moment.

The two of them praised the meal. Zhao Jin patted his round belly and praised Qiaoqiao, "I think the chef who is very delicious should not look for outsiders, just Qiaoqiao takes the spoon."

"I think it's OK." Zhao Hao held the soup bowl and gently scooped the meatballs.

"My father-in-law is looking for me to be happy. I just made it blindly, and you don't mind it." Qiaoqiao said, and looked at Zhao Hao with a deep meaning and said, "Maybe I'll be tired of it again in two days."

"Why do you say it again?" Zhao Jin said strangely: "I have never been tired of eating your breakfast for a year."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Hao and said, "My brother has only had two meals at your house, so he will naturally not get tired of it."

"I'm joking." Seeing Zhao Hao look embarrassed, Qiao Qiao covered her mouth and smiled.

Zhao Jin told the secret in his heart, and the excitement dissipated. After lunch, he sat there and took a nap.

"My brother, let's take a break for me, so be more energetic and accompany my uncle to study at night." Zhao Jin said hello to Zhao Hao, got up and went back to the east wing to take a nap.

Zhao Hao sent him to the door of the main hall and then sighed with a sigh of relief when he saw the door of the room closed.

It's so dangerous, so dangerous. If you do it two days later, the cold stove will not be burned.

And unexpectedly, Zhao Jin was the second in command of the Ministry of Personnel in the same year. With such a powerful backstage in the court, no wonder he was able to rise like a rocket later.

Earn, earn.

Zhao Hao stretched with satisfaction. He planned to continue writing books in the afternoon... or copying books, but when he was full, he felt sleepy, so he went back to the house to stare for a while.

‘Let’s write when you get asleep…’ Mr. Zhao thought lazyly, and soon fell asleep.

But before I could sleep for a long time, I heard the knock on the door outside.

Then there was the sound of Qiaoqiao opening the door. "Monk, who are you looking for?"

"The female donor is polite, and I am the donor Zhao, who is good friends." Then I heard a clear voice like jade fighting, responding: "I'll visit today."

"My master has gone to prison, you might as well come back another day."

"It's okay, I'm looking for your young master." The voice was sluggish and extremely annoying.

Zhao Hao immediately lost all sleepiness. When he looked out with a dark face, he saw a bald head shining brightly in the sunlight.

Not that the extremely handsome Xuelang Master, who is that?

"Are I that familiar with you?" The more confident Zhao Hao is, the less angry he becomes.

"Don't keep people from leaving thousands of miles away," but Xue Lang, who was usually arrogant and unruly, had no temper at all. "I came here this time to tell you good news."

"What good news?" Zhao Hao turned around and entered the house.

Xuelang hurriedly followed in, and Qiaoqiao quickly prepared to make tea for the two of them.

"Please brew this tea with a girl." But Xue Lang took out a small porcelain jar from under her wide cassock, smiled at Zhao Hao and said, "It was disrespectful to come to the door last time. This jar of purple bamboo shoots was a tribute tea given to others. I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha to express my apology."

Zhao Hao's expression cleared a little.

"The water temperature should not be too high, it is best to use mountains and rivers... Okay, I didn't say it." Xue Lang was about to pay attention to it habitually, but realized that he was making things difficult for him, so he turned to Zhao Hao and said, "Master Zhao, I have already known about Lingzu's affairs. I have already sent a letter to Suzhou, asking Wang Yanzhou, the leader of the literary world, to uphold justice for you..."

"Who?" Zhao Hao was stunned and then reacted, "Why are you talking about Wang Fengzhou?" Wang Yanzhou and Wang Fengzhou were both Wang Shizhen, the great literary masters who were in charge of the literary world.

"Yes, it's Wang Fengzhou." Xue Lang smiled like a credit: "The donor may not know that Wang Fengzhou has a high prestige in my Ming Dynasty. As long as he raises his arms, not only the literary world, but the government and the people will also yell for you. At that time, even the cabinet masters of the dynasty will not be able to resist the anger of the public..."

Zhao Hao thought to himself, no need for your roar, Gao Gong has already infuriated the public's anger. But what's the use?

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The leader of the King is afraid he can't help much. He is still begging the court himself, so how could he have a lot of trouble?"

"Ah?" Xue Lang was stunned, but this was something he didn't know.

Zhao Hao said lightly: "The leader of the Wang League should be in Beijing now, asking the court to rehabilitate his father! If he offended Gao Gong, wouldn't everything be done?"

Wang Shizhen's father Wang Jun was imprisoned and killed by Yan Song. Now the court is rehabilitating the wronged ministers of the previous dynasty. The well-informed leader of the Wang Alliance had already rushed to the capital with his younger brother, entrusting his relationship everywhere and trying to rehabilitate his father.

"Ah?" Xue Lang had heard about Wang Shizhen's family for a long time. When he heard this, he sighed and cried out: "Will my poetry world in Daming be dark for a while?"

But for a while, he cheered up again: "But don't worry, young master, I will definitely run around and shout, and I will do whatever I can!"

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