Qian Qian had no expression on his face. He just squinted his eyes, and something seemed to flash in his eyes. Then he slowly said: "I can't die for a while, so I'll tie it up first. Can I not do what Ambassador Tang ordered?" He... He smiled dryly, but he looked leisurely and left with his hands behind his back.

Ye Chunqiu was only watching the scene of the Tang ambassador whipping the soldiers from a distance. Ye Chunqiu just pursed his lips. Ye Chunqiu thought to himself: "Is this killing a chicken and scaring the monkey? What kind of monkey is it?"

Just then, Ambassador Tang came towards Ye Chunqiu with a few people in anger. Ye Chunqiu walked away calmly, but Ambassador Tang still saw him, and Ambassador Tang couldn't help but smile.

Ye Chunqiu stayed in the camp, and of course he had no choice but to do anything. This person entered the camp in the name of a military doctor. In addition, this person was still a juren. If he wanted to drive him away, Ambassador Tang felt a little powerless.

but……

Ambassador Tang sneered in his heart. When he returned to his tent, a clerk leaned in: "Sir, it's getting clearer and clearer. Ye Chunqiu and Commander Qian were in Huangshuitan..." His voice became lower and lower, but his last words increased his tone: "In addition, Commander Qian also secretly took tincture oil and gunpowder from the warehouse. Do you want to ask?"

Ambassador Tang stroked his beard lightly: "Oh, he is so brave that he doesn't need to ask. If you ask now, they will be jealous and dare not do anything. Have you never heard of the allusion of Zheng Boke Duan Yuyan? Haha... If you don't indulge them, how can you hold the handle of their death penalty? Don't tell anyone about this, just go ahead."

The clerk said goodbye and left, while the Ambassador Tang sat behind the desk, looking like a god-like person. Obviously... he was not in a hurry at all, but now he seemed to be playing the game of cats and mice. Well, although Zhizhu is already in his grasp,... he always has to play with it first.

Well, I don’t know if the letter was sent to the Nanjing Censorate. Deng Tongnian didn’t know whether he would help. If he was willing to help, it would be even better. I will hand over a memorial of impeachment there first, attracting attention first, and then..."

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Nanjing Censorate.

Deng Jian is sick.

Heart disease.

Deng Jian is quite impatient and very popular, which is actually no problem, but the problem is that the more anxious the temper he is, the more he wants to save face.

A few days ago, all the colleagues in the courtyard were reading his poems when they saw him, and then saying that, "What a shame, Deng Jian certainly knew that they were mostly going to say good things in front of them, but they didn't know how to laugh at him behind their backs. Are they saying that they were overestimating their abilities? Or were they saying that they were showing off their own skills?

Anyway... nothing good to say.

He was determined to avoid the limelight, just like Zhang Shao took a false statement, saying that he had a foot disease.

He lived in a relatively remote courtyard in Nanjing. In fact, his life was quite hard. Deng Jian and Huang Xin were different. Huang Xin had a gentry family behind him. He was a real middle-class family. He actually didn't have much thin fields at home. After finally becoming an official, he was also Qingliu and Qingliu Censors. It was almost impossible to have any benefits, but with the salary of the court, life can be imagined.

In a small courtyard, his wife naturally could not take office with him, so there was only one old school student. He sighed in this courtyard every day and was upset about all kinds of things.

Ambassador Tang’s letters came quickly and passed by the emergency delivery shop. These official documents and private messages were almost delivered quickly, and there would be no stagnation in the middle.

Who is Tang Zhaofeng?

Deng Jian didn't have much impression of it. The population was said to be his same year, but... he scratched his head. There were more than 200 Jinshi in that subject. Of course, there would be the first-class top scorer, second-class top scorer, Tanhua, and even the second-class Jinshi, he probably had some impressions. So, this person had no impression at all, and he must be the third-class.

The three-element family was awarded the same Jinshi, which is equivalent to a consolation prize from the court. Deng Jian has always been a person with a higher attitude than the top, so how could he look down on these people?

So when he tear open the letter, Deng Jian seemed to be indifferent and thought to himself... he couldn't have asked himself to do things, right? Yes, the third-class Jinshi mostly had been awarded local county magistrates or county magistrates, or if he went to an inconspicuous yamen, he would have no connection with his own destiny. He is now the censor of the Nanjing Censorate. Although he is a little poor, he is still a serious and clear stream and his future is limitless. He should be careful when dealing with these people who are in the road. It is meaningless to have in-depth interactions.

After opening the letter, Deng Jian's eyes lit up.

Ye Chunqiu...

Ye Chunqiu actually went to Ningbo, and he was alarmist. What, he dared to interfere in military affairs. Even if he was Jie Yuan, he was not in the office yet. Why are you?

He is so brave. He dares to disturb the morale of the army. He is really bold. Who do you think you are? You will be amazing if you understand Yuan Dynasty. Do you think you are so great if you can write a sour poem? You are bold and bold, and you dare to be so arrogant. What do you think of yourself as? What are the laws of the court?

Deng Jian was angry. He was a very impulsive person. He didn't act as a censor or something. So he walked around the yard for a few times, and his mood gradually calmed down.

If you want to impeach, you must impeach it. This is a great deal. Ye Chunqiu will go to Hainingwei to discuss military affairs today. Will he go to the Golden Palace to talk nonsense tomorrow!

I want to speak up for justice!

Deng Jian couldn't help but shout from the bottom of his heart.

So he hurried back to the room and began to write passionately... No, theoretically speaking, it was the qi and blood that surged up, and his eyes seemed to be dripping from bleeding. After a piece of white paper was spread out, he pointed at the wolf's brush and started writing.

Alas... It's a pity that all the pens are about to fall out. Well, the ink is not full enough.

Still poor...

Facing this reality, he was a little helpless, but Censor Deng was not afraid of poverty. He was just thinking about impeachment. Well, how to write, what should I say? Ye Chunqiu must be taught a lesson. Well, it needs to be polished well. It is more serious. The letter said that Ye Chunqiu was exaggerated and said that around the tenth day of July, there must be Japanese pirates landing on Huangshuitan. What the hell is Huangshuitan? Japanese pirates, huh, it would be fine if you really have military information, but Tang Zhaofeng's letter said that Ye Chunqiu was sitting and talking about it.

There are many meanings to discussing Tao, which is probably...it is still a good word. After all, the word Tao is not something that a vulgar person can say.

But when it comes to military and political affairs, it is ironic to talk about it. Scared, Ye Chunqiu is shameless, what qualifications do you have? Why are you worthy? Do you still want to learn from Zhao Kuo to talk about it on paper? Bah!
Chapter completed!