Following Chao Cuo all the way forward, Tai Pan could clearly feel that his eyes fell on him from all directions, like a thorn, with a harsh malice, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

The censor Chao Cuo, who was in front of him, probably because he saw the certificate in his sleeve, did not regard him as a servant boy. The supper in his hand was still carried by him and never handed it to Tai Pan.

"By the way, have you used the meal?" After walking a few steps, Chao Cuo suddenly stopped, looked at the food in his hand, and then spoke.

Because he has been targeted, there is not even a servant in his mansion. Therefore, over the years, his meals and so on have been prepared by himself. Of course, because he is alone, he has always prepared only his own meals.

"I'm worried about it. The students have used the meal." Seeing this, Taipan and Chao Cuo stopped at the same time. As Chao Cuo started, Taipan followed again.

Without any twists and turns, Taipan had already followed Chao Cuo into the Censor's Mansion.

The last time I came late at night, so Taipan didn't pay attention, but at this time, I stepped into the Censor's Mansion openly. Taipan discovered that the mansion of this dynasty with a rank of 2,000 stones seemed extremely desolate and dilapidated.

The ground paved with bluestone is full of withered leaves, and the gardens on both sides of the road are also full of messy weeds.

One of the lobby, a bedroom and a study in the house are the only three clean and tidy places in the house.

"There is no one to interact on weekdays, so I neglected to punish you, but it made my friends laugh." Chao Cuo said to Taipan.

After the night fell and the lobby was taken care of, Chao Cuo went to the study room, and Tai Pan followed closely behind Chao Cuo.

In the study, there are two rows of bookshelves filled with bamboo slips. On the desk in front of the bookshelves, there is nothing left.

"Oh." Seeing this, Chao Cuo just sighed in accustomed manner, "But these people are becoming less and less particular about doing things."

At the earliest, he did not finish the strategy of reducing the power of the vassals in the middle of the night. When he woke up the next day, there were some mistakes in the words on the bamboo slip. At the beginning, he thought it was because he was in poor spirits at night.

But as time went by, he naturally understood what was going on.

At this time, those who broke his bamboo slips were acting more and more blatantly, and they would steal his bamboo slips and replace them with blanks. Even if he could occasionally carve the bamboo slips, when he walked into the palace gate with the bamboo slips in his arms, the bamboo slips would still be thrown away by the gods without knowing it.

Later, those people were too lazy to cover up, and they took away all his bamboo slips and knives together as they are now.

To be ashamed, this 2,000-stone official, who is alone and extremely miserable, has never saved up any family titles. It is precisely because of his salary that he has been used to buy this carved sword bamboo slip.

"You can read the scriptures in this study at will." Chao Cuo said to Tai Pan, "But you also know my current situation. It is probably impossible to rely on me to embark on the career of the government."

"Just a mere career."

"Sir, sir, should know my purpose."

Seeing Chao Cuo skillfully take out a new carving knife and bamboo slips from his arms, and then while communicating with Taipan, Taipan also felt silent.

Carving words on bamboo slips is never an easy task. If you are negligent, the bamboo slip will be cut. But now, Chao Cuo, the censor, can be distracted. While communicating with Taipan, he carved the bamboo slips without any mistakes.

Chao Cuo's familiarity with the content that needs to be engraved on the bamboo slips can be imagined.

Seeing the old man trying hard to straighten his back, Tai Pan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion and respect.

It has nothing to do with identity or position, just because of what this censor Chao Cuo is doing.

For more than thirty years, the censor Chao Cuo tried his best to take the strategy of reducing the vassal states.

For the past thirty years, even though there was no hope at all, this doctor Chao Cuo has been persevering.

From the peak of life, persist to the twilight years.

It is really unimaginable that Taipan would be what kind of power that made the old man who was on the verge of death persist in this matter for thirty years.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to pursue your origin." Chao Cuo said, "It doesn't matter whether it's Your Majesty's people or the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion."

"I will only ask you one thing, can you defend my strategy of reducing the power of vassals?" As the carving knife in Chao Cuo's hand slides, scattered pieces of powder debris sprinkled down on the bamboo slips, and a few more desolation appeared on the bare Android.

"You don't have to stay for too long!"

"Just just need to enter the palace gate from this mansion."

"It's only a quarter of an hour away." Chao Cuo didn't look up.

"Sir, believe me?" Taipan raised his eyebrows, and a pale face added a little to his charm.

"It's time now, and it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."

"This is gone, just engrave another one."

"It's no difference between being taken away by you and being stolen by others."

"Since that's the case, why should I gamble on this?" Chao Cuo lowered the carving knife in his hand, raised his head to look at Tai Pan, his eyes were faint, and there seemed to be a fire in his pupils.

"At least, you're still three-pointer than others."

"Is it only three points?" Taipan smiled bitterly.

"Isn't three points enough?" Chao Cuo asked.

"Plained!" Taipan took two steps back and bowed to the old man in front of him.

"Okay!" After more than an hour, Chao Cuo stood up with a look of fatigue, then handed the bamboo slip to Taipan, then picked up his tablet from the table, left the study and went to the bedroom. Only then did Taipan realize that when the censor was carving the bamboo slip, he actually pressed his tablet under the bamboo slip.

"You can choose any house in this mansion."

"Although it's a little dirty, it's enough to keep your energy in good spirits."

"I will rely on you on the way to court tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, sir." Taipan bowed, and the roll of bamboo slips seemed to be as heavy as a tremendous amount in Taipan's hands.

In the study, Taipan slowly spread the bamboo slips, and the bamboo slips were still filled with some unique fragrance of bamboo and stone.

Spread the bamboo slips open and look at every sentence and every word on the bamboo slips carefully.

"In the past, Emperor Gao first decided to the world, and his younger brother Kun was young, and his sons were weak, and he was granted the same surname. Therefore, his evil son, King Daohui, King Qi, King Qi, 72 cities, King Yuan, King Chu, forty cities, and brother, King Wu, more than fifty cities. The three evil sons were granted the same evil, and half of the world was divided. Now the King of Wu."

"If it is cut off, it will cause a small disaster; if it is cut off, it will cause a small disaster."

The lightness and thickness of every font, every stroke, and the arc of the turning point are generally the same.

Just looking at the depth of the turning point, it is enough to find out how attentive Chao Cuo was when he engraved this strategy of reducing the power of power.

On the spread bamboo slips, the lights scattered through the gaps between the bamboo strips and bamboo strips, sprinkled on the ground, jumping out rows of light.

He rolled up the sacrificial sect in his hand and put it in his arms. Tai Pan also stepped out of the study and sat upright in the dilapidated courtyard.
Chapter completed!