Chapter 89 0089 Damn it, I'm really worried about Ming Dynasty
Chapter 89 0089 Damn it, I'm really worried about Ming Dynasty
Pei Yuan took Ouyang Bijin's letter of persuasion and sat down happily.
This thing can kill all nine generations of a clan, right? !
You have to know that the next Emperor Jiajing was originally a branch of the family and was recommended by the ministers. In order to eliminate the hidden dangers, he spent half his life struggling with this matter.
As soon as this treasonous letter of persuasion is shown, Emperor Jiajing will definitely go crazy after reading it!
When it really comes in handy, let alone a one-on-one exchange with Lord Yan, it would be more than enough to replace his entire family!
When "Bansheng Piaoling" retires from his position as Prime Minister of the Cabinet, why would Xia Yan need to get involved? Can't I, Captain Pei, arrange for the succession in advance?
Xiao Yan is pretty good!
He has been the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty for almost twenty years, isn't that pretty good?
Damn it, I’m really worried about the Ming Dynasty.
Pei Yuan struggled and said to Chen Tou Tie, "Help me up."
Chen Toutie came over and carefully helped Pei Yuan up.
Pei Yuan weakly put his hands on his waist, looking into the distance.
Chen Toutie, Cheng Leixiang, Song Chunniang, Ouyang Bijin: ???
Pei Yuan patted Chen Toutie’s hand that was supporting him.
Chen Toutie understood and carefully helped the boss sit down.
Pei Yuan carefully put away Ouyang Bijin's letter of persuasion, then he looked at Ouyang Bijin, who was as hopeless as death, and said kindly, "My dear brother, come and sit down, come and sit down."
Ouyang Bijin moved forward reluctantly.
Cheng Leixiang had a nasty look on his face and was about to take out the knife.
Ouyang Bijin shrank back in fear. Pei Yuan quickly stepped forward to embrace the little fat boy and said to Cheng Leixiang unhappily, "From today on, Ouyang is my good brother. Don't bully him."
Cheng Leixiang scratched his head, "Uh, I understand."
Pei Yuan then looked at Ouyang Bijin with relief, "My dear brother, are you cold?"
Ouyang Bijin looked at Pei Yuan with caution and stammered, "No, not cold."
Pei Yuan looked at Chen Toutie again, "Toutie, where are your peanuts? Peel them for me."
"Oh." Chen Toutie responded, and sat by the fire with Cheng Leixiang, peeling peanuts for Ouyang Bijin.
Ouyang Bijin said to Pei Yuan carefully, "Sir..."
Pei Yuan's expression immediately turned ugly, "Why call me Sir? Call me Big Brother!"
Ouyang Bijin hurriedly said, "Brother!"
Then he asked cautiously, "Brother, can I get off your lap?"
"Huh?" Pei Yuan then noticed that he had just embraced the little fat boy directly.
Then he heard a light laugh not far away. Pei Yuan looked and saw that it was Song Chunniang who was wrapped up like a ball and sweating.
Song Chunniang's face was flushed red and her eyes were curved with smile.
Pei Yuan shook his head, tut tut, so superficial.
This is not just a fat brother I'm holding, this is more valuable than a sack of silver!
He patted Ouyang Bijin, letting the little fat boy escape from his clutches, and then asked him casually, "By the way, what is our brother-in-law busy with now?"
Our brother-in-law?
Ouyang Bijin subconsciously felt a little awkward.
But think about it, I am already someone's fat brother, so this is reasonable, right?
He answered honestly, "My brother-in-law was selected as a scholar and served as an editor in the Imperial Academy. He could have been transferred to the six ministries after his term expired. Unfortunately, Liu Jin was suppressing the people of Jiangxi. Seeing that Liu Jin was powerful, my brother-in-law had no choice but to resign on the grounds of illness and return home."
"My brother-in-law has been studying at home these years. Apart from his close friendship with Wang Shouren, the magistrate of Luling County, he has no other contacts."
"I heard that after Liu Jin's fall, the court wanted to re-employ those upright gentlemen who had been hit hard. I think my brother-in-law will also have the hope of being reinstated as an official in the court."
Pei Yuan listened and asked warmly, "Do we have other sisters?"
Ouyang Bijin was bewildered, "It's gone."
Pei Yuan slapped his thigh regretfully.
Wang Shouren! He is a sage of the School of Mind! How come he is not my brother-in-law?
It is not surprising that Pei Yuan has such a circle of friends with Yan Song.
He was the second in the second class and ranked fifth in the country in the imperial examination held once every three years!
The reason why Wang Shouren could become friends with Yan Song was not because he was a county magistrate in Jiangxi, but because he himself was extremely talented. He ranked seventh in the second class in the twelfth year of Hongzhi and tenth in the country!
Moreover, his father is the top scholar in the country, Wang Hua, the Minister of Personnel of Nanjing!
Similarly, what about Pei Baihu’s social circle?
An abandoned disciple of Mount Hua, a black-hearted executioner, and a courier girl who picks flowers.
So, Ouyang Bijin is not some fat brother at all, this is the fucking guy I want to weld to death the rest of my life.
Therefore, no matter how unkind Pei Yuan is, he must be forced to write that petition for the throne!
As for Yan Song's official career, there is nothing to look forward to for the time being.
If Captain Pei had not taken action, he would probably have wasted another twenty years.
Later, Yan Song finally came to his senses and was willing to humble himself and curry favor with his fellow villager Xia Yan, which gave him the opportunity to rise to prominence.
But it doesn’t matter now. Captain Pei will definitely arrange the handover of the cabinet properly.
Pei Yuan looked at the cold rain outside and asked Chen Toutie to find some oil paper to rewrap the letter of persuasion.
Then he patted Ouyang Bijin on the shoulder and said, "My dear brother, you have been busy all night, so you should have a good rest. Don't worry, what happened yesterday will not cause any big trouble."
Ouyang Bijin responded twice in a hesitant voice.
But he no longer cared about being an accomplice yesterday. What made him despair now was the letter of persuasion in his good brother's arms.
Ouyang Bijin sat by the fire, his mind blank.
Cheng Leixiang handed him a handful of peeled peanuts.
Ouyang Bi Jin looked down and saw the three of them sitting around the fire, eating peanuts in silence.
Pei Yuan made himself a bowl of rice that was almost turned into a paste and drank it, then dozed off by the fire.
When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.
Pei Yuan felt sore all over and was hungry.
The three people who were eating peanuts around the fire had disappeared, and only Song Chunniang was sitting against the wall, warming herself by the fire.
Her face was still red from the heat and her eyes were half asleep and half awake.
Seeing Pei Yuan waking up and looking around, he said, "Someone from Liyang County has come and is collecting the bodies outside. I heard that this case is too serious and has been reported to Yingtian Prefecture."
Pei Yuan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that there was so much noise outside.
Pei Yuan asked, "Where are the three of them?"
Song Chunniang replied weakly, "I'm watching the fun outside."
Pei Yuan praised, "Not bad, your attitude is pretty good."
Although Song Chunniang was born into a family of wanderers, she could draw inferences from many things. She sneered, "The case was investigated by the captain of the Jinyiwei, and the Nanjing Minister of War drew the evidence. If they want to overturn the case, they must have an imperial decree and the cabinet to personally investigate. What are they afraid of?"
Pei Yuan was certainly confident in the solid case he had handled himself.
He turned his attention to Song Chunniang and asked, "Do you feel better?"
As he said this, he reached out to touch her face.
Song Chunniang pressed her face against Pei Yuan's palm and found it was indeed burning hot.
Pei Yuan sighed, there was no better solution.
With the medical technology of this era, it is more reliable to do it yourself.
(End of this chapter)