Fang Zheng was once again driven out of the imperial study by the furious emperor. He could no longer remember how many times he had been driven out. It seemed that this prospective father-in-law was not easy to deal with.

After leaving the palace gate, Fang Zheng did not return home, but went directly to the temporary residence of the shadow subordinates in the west of the city. The preparations for the secret service were imminent, and the emperor urged him to make a fuss. Young Master Fang, who has always been lazy, was abnormal and serious for the first time in his life. He had many things to discuss with Wen Sen and the old brothers of the number one. After all, he had no experience in such matters, and his subordinates were the backbone and backbone of the shadow agency in the future. Fang Zheng had no official airs at all, so he didn't mind that everyone would discuss it together. In this way, he might be able to check the missing and get less scolded by the emperor.

In the palace of Shangshu Pan.

It was already night, and a few oil lamps were lit in the spacious study, and the bean-sized lights swayed in the breeze, either light or dark.

Pan Shangshu sat steadily on the Grand Master's chair. His waist was as straight as usual and his expression was as calm as usual. However, the gray hair on his temples and the wrinkles like orange peel on his face showed that the powerful minister who had been in charge of the court for decades and had become old. No matter how powerful or more money is, what can he leave when he is old? In the end, he is still a handful of loess and can't take anything away.

Unfortunately, Shangshu Pan couldn't let it go, or he deliberately refused to think about this question. How many people can see through power and profit in this world? From the Supreme Master to the Mountains and Fields, who is not chasing these two things for the rest of his life?

Therefore, even though Pan Shangshu is nearly 70 years old and has great power, he is still unable to let go. The older he gets, the more afraid he is. He is afraid that the pan family, the huge family, will decline after he dies, and will no longer be glorious in the past. He is even more afraid that the cold gaze when the emperor looks at him, pierces his heart like a cold arrow...

Lin Qingshan sat silently opposite Shangshu Pan, looking at the old old man, and somehow felt a little pity in his heart. It was strange that the court covered the sky with one hand and treated political enemies decisively, and all civil and military officials had to rely on the Minister of Personnel, the Prince and the Grand Tutor, who needed mercy?

With his eyes closed, Pan Shangshu seemed to be dozing. After a while, he suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and dry: "Are you sure?"

Lin Qingshan said respectfully: "It's confirmed, and the emperor has handed over this matter to Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng is now developing quietly."

When Pan Shangshu heard Fang Zheng's name, his old face flashed a little anger and hummed: "That yellow-mouthed child with a stinky breast, how can he be so profoundly favored by such a profound holy favor?"

Lin Qingshan smiled faintly and did not answer Pan Shangshu's words. He was just an aide. From the first day after Pan Shangshu was admitted to him after he failed the imperial examination, he knew his identity deeply. He could provide information to the old man and make suggestions to the old man, but he could not respond to the old man's resentment and complaints about the emperor.

With a deep sigh, Pan Shangshu said sadly: "Your Majesty is going to deal with me! If the ministers are not tolerated by the king, why can they stand in the court and establish authority among all officials? Forget it, let's go, I will resign..."

As if seeing through the behavior of Shangshu Pan, Lin Qingshan smiled faintly and said, "Why does the old man say you want to retreat? No matter whether the old man is the prince's teacher, if the prince ascends to the great treasure in the future, who in the court dares to compete with the old man? Let's talk about the power that the old man has worked hard to cultivate over the years, do you have the heart to abandon it? If the old man retreats, who will your disciples and former officials all over the Huachao rely on? Please think twice!"

Shangshu Pan looked at Lin Qingshan deeply, closed his eyes again, and smiled with relief: "There are many literati people in the world, but only Qingshan knows me, haha."

Lin Qingshan hurriedly bowed and said, "I am not talented in my disciples, and I am willing to relieve my worries for the elders."

Shangshu Pan smiled and said, "Why did Qingshan teach me?"

Lin Qingshan's eyes twitched and said hurriedly: "I dare not, my subordinates think that the old man's worries are nothing more than the power of heaven. What you don't like is the party struggle, and the other is the power of the old man is too heavy. However, these two things are the foundation of the old man standing in the court and ordering all officials. In this way, the conflict between the old man and the emperor has become a dead end and cannot be resolved."

Shangshu Pan refused to comment and smiled lightly: "Well, continue, don't worry."

Lin Qingshan looked at Pan Shangshu's face, but he couldn't figure out whether he was encouraging himself or not taking his words seriously. After thinking about it, Lin Qingshan still gritted his teeth and said what he wanted to say, but his voice lowered a lot.

"...Since it has become a dead end that cannot be solved, the subordinates think that there is no need to solve it."

Pan Shangshu's eyes twitched when he heard this, and he suddenly opened his eyes. A few terrifying cold light flashed in his turbid eyes, and then disappeared immediately, returning to his turbid appearance.

With a faint smile, Pan Shangshu said calmly: "What does Qingshan mean?" There was a bit of gloomy chill in his tone.

Pan Shangshu's reaction was seen by Lin Qingshan, and he was also frightened. His face turned pale and cold sweat blew out on his forehead. After following Pan Shangshu for many years, he certainly knew that Pan Shangshu was a person. It was a ruthless saying that today was really a rebellious. If Pan Shangshu had not made up his mind or hesitated, then Lin Qingshan would definitely not see the sun tomorrow. With Pan Shangshu's character, he had the intention to rebel, and he would not leave a disaster to implicate himself.

However, high risks often mean high returns. Lin Qingshan understood even more that if his words reached Pan Shangshu's heart, it would be impossible for him to be a marquis and minister after great events in the future, and he would be granted a marquis and a prime minister.

This is a big bet with life as the bet. If he wins, he will likely be a high-ranking official and generous salary, return to his hometown, and eliminate the shame of ridicule and ridicule of his hometown people when he fails. Then he will be granted a wife and son, becoming a class of aristocratic people who everyone envies.

If he loses, he will completely disappear from this world. No one knows where this middle-aged man who often goes to the Shangshu Mansion has gone. A few years later, his name will be gradually forgotten, as if this person has never appeared in the world.

Although the literati are weak, they are three points better than the martial artist when they are cruel. In the blink of an eye, Lin Qingshan gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Old Master, this may sound ruthless, but it is indeed what the disciples say.... The emperor is old and has been reluctant to give the throne to the crown prince. This shows that the emperor is not satisfied with the crown prince, and even... it is unknown if the emperor has the intention to change the crown prince..."

Lin Qingshan looked up at Pan Shangshu's calm face and then said, "So, my subordinates thought that the position of His Royal Highness of the Crown Prince is not very solid now. The old man is in a high position and has too much power. Regardless of whether the emperor has the will to exchange for the throne, he will definitely not be able to tolerate the old man anymore. No emperor likes to see the minister holding more than half of the world's power in his hands. This is a provocation to the supreme imperial power!"

When Pan Shangshu heard this, his old face, like orange peel, finally twitched a few times.

Lin Qingshan was very satisfied with Pan Shangshu's reaction and continued: "Please forgive me for saying frankly. No matter whether the old man refuses or refuses, the emperor will definitely not let you go. The old man, his disciples and old officials are all over the world. This is what the whole Hua Dynasty knows. In the eyes of the people, this is the old man's respect, but in the eyes of the emperor, your strength and prestige have already competed with the imperial power. How could the emperor allow you to resign and leave the capital and spend your old age freely and peacefully? Isn't this letting the tiger return to the mountain?"

Pan Shangshu finally changed his face, and his pale face changed. He was afraid, unwilling to accept it, and then he became hideous. Under the light as big as a bean, it looked extremely terrifying.

Lin Qingshan was frightened and didn't dare to say anything more, but he felt relieved of the big stone. It seemed that Pan Shangshu was moved by himself.

Shangshu Pan also knew these principles. He was in a high position and had been unable to control himself for many years. His desire for power and pursuit, his reliance on him by his disciples and his trust in him forced him to reach the peak step by step. He was unwilling to do many things and did not want to do them, but naturally someone helped him do it well and then came to him. Over time, this situation of being difficult to get on the ground was formed.

Once upon a time, I became a poisonous sting in the emperor's heart? The memories of the harmony between the king and the ministers and the joyful memories are still lingering in Pan Shangshu's mind. Times have changed, and to this day, I am going to be eliminated by the emperor and then so quickly. Things in the world are impermanent, so why is that?

After calming down, Pan Shangshu suddenly asked: "Fang Zheng is preparing to organize a shadow organization, what does His Royal Highness have to say?"

Lin Qingshan said respectfully: "I went down to see His Highness the Prince. The Prince only said one sentence: 'Everything that Father does must have his own reason, and I fully agree with it.' Then he sent the subordinates back."

Shangshu Pan sneered, then looked at Lin Qingshan and said in a deep voice: "What about you? What do you think?"

Lin Qingshan said without hesitation: "Master, Fang Zheng has formed a shadow organization. This is the first step the emperor has taken to you. You must observe it!"

Shangshu Pan looked at Lin Qingshan with a smile and said, "You have said so much to me, what do you want to express?"

Lin Qingshan stumbled, not daring to speak. Then, as if he had made up some determination, Lin Qingshan raised his head, looked at Pan Shangshu's eyes calmly, and said in a low voice: "In this situation, my subordinates think that since the power of heaven is unpredictable, with the ability of the elder, it is better to... change the sky!"

Changing the sky! Pan Shangshu's heart was shocked, his face changed drastically, and he said sternly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Lin Qingshan nodded, "Sister knows, sir, do you have any other choice? If you are willing to kill me, then the Sisterer is willing to die with the Sisterer!"

Who would like to stretch his neck to make someone chop? A powerful minister who has held power for decades has been used to the scenery at the top of the ivory tower. How could he be willing to be killed by the emperor's whole family with just one word?

Pan Shangshu sat in a daze on the chair, staring at the bean-sized oil lamp on the desk, without saying a word for a long time.

"My elder, you should be in trouble and be in trouble. You should make a decision to hold the prince onto the dragon throne. Who dares to argue with you in the future? If you are not at ease with His Royal Highness, you can even... replace it."

When Pan Shangshu heard this, his eyelids hopped again, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

Lin Qingshan's voice was very low, almost unaudible, as unpredictable as mist: "My elder, the beautiful country with poetry and picturesque poetry may not necessarily have to be the surname Zhou, but it can also be the surname Pan."

Pan Shangshu's old face kept twitching, his turbid old eyes were covered with blood, emitting a greedy and excited light. His breathing was as heavy as a cow's panting, mixed with the dull phlegm sound in the chest of the elderly, like the persistent panting when he was dying.

The world is dominated by the nine-five throne, wearing a yellow robe... Pan Shangshu had such a dream thousands or tens of thousands of times. Every time he woke up from his dream, he could only wear the official uniform of a minister, hold a tablet in his hand, and yawned in the sky to sit in the official sedan chair. He bowed three times and bowed nine times to an emperor who he thought was not qualified to sit on the dragon throne.

Why can't I sit on it? Why can't I say the words "all my beloved ministers are flat"? If I were to be the emperor, I would do better than him. The country would never be as internal and external troubles as it is now, and the people of the world will be full of food and clothing, and the ethics will flourish under my leadership. The country will become strong and prosperous in my hands, and will be powerful and powerful in the world. All nations will come to pay tribute!

Pan Shangpiao’s astronomy breaks a path.

For this country, I have devoted my life to the energy and wisdom. Now that I am old, the emperor wants to kill the donkey. How can I be willing to stick out my neck and get that knife? This country is supported by me! Why can't I have my share? What's more, my chances of winning are quite large. Maybe at this moment, if I grasp it, the country will change!

Lin Qingshan smiled happily. The ** hidden in the heart of Shangshu Pan was inspired by him successfully, like a blowout, and it was unstoppable. This also means that if a big thing is done, Mr. Lin will be the first hero in the founding country, be the wife and son, and enjoy the holy family forever. Mr. Lin Qingshan will no longer be the failed scholar from then on!

Pan Shangshu's eyes changed from fear to retrenchment, and gradually, finally became firm.

"The divination of the tripod is not questionable?" Pan Shangshu suddenly smiled: "The divination of the tripod is not questionable!"

After sighing, Pan Shangshu said leisurely: "Forget..."

Then Pan Shangshu stood up, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "Hurryness will not be achieved, and this matter should be done slowly. Go and test the meaning of the officials under my sect. Remember, don't let go of any rumors, you can only test it, you can't say it clearly! This matter concerns your and my wealth, my life, and you must not be hasty!"

Lin Qingshan's eyes were flashing with excitement, but his tone was still calm: "Save it under the door."

Pan Shangshu stroked his beard and said, "During these days, I have visited several generals in the army. Whether it is successful or not depends on the will of God..."

Lin Qingshan couldn't help asking: "...Master, is the prince's side..."

Pan Shangshu smiled: "Since His Highness fully supports his father, let him continue to support him. Everyone has their own ambitions."

Lin Qingshan obeyed the order with a stern heart and was about to turn around and say goodbye and leave.

"Stop it! Send someone to tell Xiao Huaiyuan, asking him to stare at the prince's every move and tell me at any time."

"yes."

Lin Qingshan retreated, and Pan Shangshu sat blankly in the study, staring at a painting hanging on the wall with his eyes fixedly. It was a picture of proud bamboo that the emperor personally painted and presented to him after the painting. The green and tall bamboos on the picture stood proudly in the bleak cold wind, unyielding.

Pan Shangshu stared at the painting in a daze, his eyes filled with turbid tears, and then rolled down, murmured: "Babato is unintentional, why are there many troubles? Emperor, Emperor... The old minister wants to be a loyal minister, but you force the old minister to be a loyal minister..."

A night breeze blew by, and the oil lamp on the table shook a few times, pulling Pan Shangshu's figure out very quickly. Pan Shangshu suddenly shivered for no reason...

At the same time, Master Fang Zheng, who was chatting and flirting with his shadow subordinates in Xicheng, also shivered.
Chapter completed!