Zhuge Jin was suddenly very frightened.

"Budou, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I mean it's true. I'm really envious of Cheng Zhongde. He at least knows that he is a knife in his hand. But I'm confused and wandering in the officialdom for decades, but I don't know whether I'm a knife holder or a knife in his hand."

Zao Zhi turned around and staggered towards the official office.

Zhuge Jin hurried forward and supported Zao Zhi.

"Midong, what did Cheng Zhongde say?"

"Cheng Zhongde..."

Zao Zhi looked at his subordinates who were coming and going in the official office, who were as panicked as ants on a hot pan, and opened his mouth and said a few words, but he could not say them.

"Forget it, nothing, Ziyu, if I am gone in the future, you should take care of yourself. You must recognize whether you are the sword-holder or the knife in your hand. Of course, you should continue to oppose it. If anyone dares to attack the land, you must fight with him to the end! This will not be wrong!"

Zao Zhi held Zhuge Jin's hand tightly, stared at him tightly, and said such words almost gritted his teeth.

Then, he let go of his hand and walked in, his back always looking a little desolate.

Zhuge Jin didn't understand what Zao Zhi heard, which made him so desolate.

Zao Zhi has always been a very strong person, at least in his opinion.

Of course, what Zhuge Jin would not have thought was that as Cheng Yu launched an intact storm, the Luoyang court became panic, Zao Zhi silently submitted a memorial to Emperor Guo Jin for retirement and returning home, officially begging for bones.
Chapter completed!