Zhang Heling didn't want to come, but after all, he owed Ye Chunqiu a life. Although in his heart, the account had been written off and he lost seven or eight thousand taels of silver. But these things were hard to say, and he could only hide at home if he had tears.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "I want to ask you for help. I have practiced a magic medicine. Well, can you find someone and try it out."

"My magic... I'll try the medicine after looking for someone..." Zhang Heling was stunned. When will this little hero change to the drug test?

When Ye Chunqiu carefully held a small blue ball, he found a small porcelain bottle, put the balls in it, stuffed them with the plug, and said, "Please, Marquis, oh..." Ye Chunqiu took out a prescription: "The object of the medicine test and the method of using the medicine are all in this prescription. Marquis, thank you."

Zhang Heling took the porcelain bottle and prescription dizzyly, but fortunately he was still a little conscientious. He patted his chest and said, "A small matter, no matter what, Ye Xiaoyingxiong is also the noble of this marquis, right? Oh, you are working here? This Zhanshi Mansion was popular in the past, but since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has..." He shook his head and smiled: "Well, I have something to do, I have to rush to explain the rent collection. You don't know, the autumn harvest is coming, and the few villages outside the city must hurry up. Now..." Shaking his head, he thought to himself: "I'm poor..."

When he was about to get up, his eyes fell on the crystal clear glass bottle, and he couldn't help but laugh: "This thing is quite interesting... Haha..." His eyes left reluctantly, as if he thought that the little benefactor's things would not be black, so he should do the important things quickly.

Ye Chunqiu sent him out and repeatedly told him: "This medicine and prescription must be..."

"I know, I know, don't worry. Is the little benefactor not me? Haha... Who is this marquis? I am no longer reliable at the emperor's feet."

As he watched him leave in a sedan chair, Ye Chunqiu almost burst into tears. By the way, no one at the foot of the emperor is more unreliable than you. If I hadn't really found someone to try the medicine, I wouldn't have invited you to death.

The matter seemed to come to an end. Ye Chunqiu felt relieved, and then began to enjoy this leisurely life. He went to the tea room and saw Dai Dabin looking worried.

Seeing Ye Chunqiu's contentment, Dai Dabin couldn't help saying, "Mr. Ye, are you really willing to stay here for the rest of your life? You asked the Marquis of Shouning to come just now. Could it be that you asked him to help you walk? Let me tell you the truth, this Marquis of Shouning is the most unreliable thing. Who knows the Emperor's feet? Oh, and, even if he is willing to care about it, he is just a relative of the foreign country, and it is afraid that it will be difficult to accomplish anything. Chunqiu, you have taken the wrong path."

Then he took a sip of tea and continued with a depressed look: "I have returned to the village after I have compiled books. The people at home will naturally find a way to clear it for me, haha... In the Jiao Huangzhong, it is probably because he disliked me and had some tricks behind his back. He thought that I, Dai Dabin, was a vegetarian. His surname is Jiao, has a good father. My family in Fujian is also a scholarly family. I really think it's up to him? It's just that I can't walk around, so that my family can clear it so that people can't let people gossip."

After complaining a few times, he said seriously: "But Mr. Zhu is very intimate with the surname Jiao. If he really wants to nail you and me to death, it will be troublesome. Sometimes, even if there is a way, it may not be a big deal."

After a while of grief, seeing Ye Chunqiu still drinking tea calmly, he couldn't help but shake his head: "You are always like this, and you don't do anything, are you going to be indifferent to fame and fortune? Let me tell you the truth, this is not feasible in the officialdom. The more you are humble, the more others are more eager. In the temple, there is a carrot and a pit, and you don't fight or rob. Are you still waiting for others to let you? Look, what about your dignified top scholar..."

Ye Chunqiu couldn't stand his nagging and hurriedly said, "Thank you for your advice."

Dai Dabin had no choice but to shake his head and sigh, "You are a elm head, so I will continue reading. There is a Yan Ruyu in the book, and a golden house in the book..." He stretched and went straight.

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In the cabinet, several cabinet masters were on duty early in the morning. Everyone nodded and then Liu Jian returned to his public housing. At this time, the clerk would hand over the memorial sent by the Tongzhengsi Department in the early morning. Liu Jian picked up the first memorial and smiled, but then his face turned pale.

This is an impeachment memorial, and the identity of the impeacher is quite sensitive. He is actually the newly promoted Shujishi.

No one in the cabinet knew that Jiao Huangzhong was Jiao Fang's son. In fact, this is fine. The most important thing is that he has now entered the palace's attendant room as a Shujishi, specializing in the matter of attendant.

Shujishi is a clear stream, and the Ming Dynasty's national system is generally more encouraged for impeachment. It mobilizes bureaucrats to fight against bureaucrats. Of course, there will be occasional injuries. For example, several bricks flew into the Forbidden City every now and then, and accidentally smashed the emperor's head.

Generally speaking, not everyone dares to impeach. If an official in charge of specific practice is easily impeached, the memorial may be thrown out and your old story will be revealed immediately. Therefore, most of the institutions such as the ministries and government departments, Honglu Temple and Dali Temple are silent and silent.

The main force of the real impeachment is often Qingliu. What is Qingliu? The Hanlin Academy is studying history, Qingliu, the Censorate is Qingliu, the Censorate is staring at others' work every day, and the Imperial College worshipping Saint Confucius is also Qingliu. To put it bluntly, they are empty officials, but their hands are not sticky anyway. Although they are poor, they are often extremely arrogant. They are people in the court who have no handle in the hands of people.

Liu Jian started with the idea that it would be fine if he only saw Jiao Huangzhong’s impeachment. He knew very well that the son of this old man was eager to make a name for himself and found a bad guy to scold him. It seemed nothing. But the target of his impeachment was Qingliu, which was the famous Ye Chunqiu recently.

What really made Liu Jian look shy was not impeachment. If you scold me, I scold me. In fact, it was the norm. If you don’t do your job properly, you will have problems with your lifestyle, and it’s no big deal.

However, Liu Jian read the vicious and full of memorials from the memorials, and only focused on two things. One was that Ye Chunqiu refined sterile medicine, with ulterior motives, and the other was that Ye Chunqiu was like this. Why?

Although the matter of the emperor was not mentioned in the entire memorial, it was indirect and intimate, and it made people think a lot everywhere. This move was really a bit cruel and infertile, just like the one who was today.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!