Xu returned to the room, closed the doors and windows, and came to the desk.

In the battlefield, it is extremely important to obtain military information at the first time, which can often determine the victory or defeat of both sides. The same is true of officialdom, where one step earlier to know the opponent's movements is often able to come first.

His mentor Xu Jie, who was the second assistant of the current dynasty, had a lot of voting power in the cabinet, and almost all the recitals had to pass through his hands. And Lin Ran's impeachment was known to him as early as yesterday, and it can be said that he had obtained first-hand military information.

Although that kid stepped on shit luck, he was a fourth-grade official in Shuntian Mansion at a young age, but he was a newcomer to officialdom. It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be provoked on his Xu someone's head, that kid can only be played to death by him.

Xu had already had a countermeasure in his heart, and even last night, Chen Qing had already had a draft. It was only for fear that there would be extraneous complications, so he did not write it on paper, and he had not yet prepared his statement.

Now that the Holy Lord's edict has been issued, then he will be able to write down the manuscript openly, handle this troublesome matter cleanly, and let the boy understand that officialdom is far from being as simple as he imagined.

"Weichen Lianghuai patrols the salt imperial history!"

Xu laid out the pen and paper, picked up the pen and wrote the beginning, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

This hairy boy dared to impeach him, it can be said that he was hitting an egg with a stone, and he really didn't know how to write the word "death".

Because of his mental understanding, he quickly wrote down the manuscript on paper in one go. After writing it, he also carefully polished it with great precision, striving to make the note as perfect as possible.

Then he took a blank copy from the bookshelf and copied it in the format.

But suddenly, his pen stopped, his brow furrowed slightly, and he always felt that this piece of music was not perfect enough.

Chirping......

The voice of a mouse suddenly came from the room, and as far as the eye could see, it was a small gray squirrel. It's just that this little gray squirrel is much more agile than the previous one, and it snorts a dried date on the ground and flies back to the mouse hole.

Seeing this scene, a flash of inspiration immediately flashed in Xu's mind, and he immediately understood what was missing in this performance.

He pondered for a moment, and then wrote directly on the note: "Weichen has been supervising the imperial history for more than six years, and he is famous for his integrity, but he will inevitably offend others. Now a small mistake has been made, but some people are nitpicking, it is really a suspicion of revenge, I hope the saint will see it! ”

When he finished writing the last word, a bright smile appeared on Xu's face, and he seemed extremely satisfied with this statement.

While washing himself away, he gave the kid a hard blow.

Aren't you going to impeach me? Aren't you going to hold on to my little fault? That's nice! Lao Tzu accused you of "nitpicking" and "blackmailing private interests with the public".

He gently put the wolf pen back on the pen stand, set aside the unfinished note, and then picked up the draft on the table and burned it to ashes in the furnace.

When he was done, he went back to his desk and tucked the dry piece into his sleeve.

Only then did he gently close the door, go out of the house, take the inconspicuous carriage, and go directly to the yamen of the general political envoy.

When I arrived at the door of the General Administration Department, the front of the door seemed very quiet, far less lively than in previous years.

But he knew very well in his heart that this was just the tranquility of the storm. When his mentor really starts to do it, then this place will inevitably be overcrowded, and countless concerts will be sent here.

Xu entered the yamen of the General Administration Department, registered the roster, and handed over the note.

From the Holy Lord's dictation to his recitation, this can be described as a divine speed.

After Xu handed over the music, he did not go home directly, but went towards the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

The Yanguan system has long been a system of its own, and after suffering countless losses in solo battles, they have understood the mystery of group warfare and have begun to unite as one to the outside world.

In fact, this is also the case, their gang of supervising the imperial history is just a mere official of the seventh grade. It's just that if they want to get to power, then they will trample a few big officials to death, and they will do the work of offending the big guys.

If they didn't huddle, they would really die a miserable death, and they wouldn't be able to withstand the thunderous wrath of the big guys.

When Xu arrived at the Supervision Yuan, he immediately found some "like-minded" colleagues. His qualifications in the Metropolitan Procuratorate are not shallow, and he has a strong influence and appeal in the Supervision Yuan by virtue of his status as Xu Jie's proud protégé.

Under Xu's complaints and instigation, there were eight people who supervised the imperial history or gave the matter very indignant, and even if they threatened to "teach" Lin Ran, a storm was about to shoot towards the brightest new star of the Ming Dynasty.

When night fell, the entire city of Beijing was lit up.

Rizhongfang, in the depths of an alley, resolutely hangs a new plaque of "Lin Mansion". It's dinner time, and the dining room here wafts with a strong aroma of fragrant rice.

After Lin Ran was in charge of Beijing's security, he also had a lot of work at hand, especially at the beginning of next month, when the examination period would inevitably occur, and it was inevitable that there would be fights during this period.

When he was about to go to the next office, another public security incident occurred. Dingguo Gong's son and nephew made trouble and beat people after drinking in Dongcheng, Zhao Long led people over to arrest him, but he was beaten by him with too many people.

Lin Ran did not go to Dongcheng, but returned home directly in a sedan chair. As he had done before, he returned to his room and changed into a set of scholar's civilian clothes.

After washing his hands, he went to the dining room, intending to dine with the tiger girl who was waiting here.

The tiger girl was wearing the set of betta suits, fiddling with the bronze sword that was retrieved from the City God Temple. After the restoration of the shopkeeper Wu, this bronze sword has been restored to its former glory, and the stripes look simple and gorgeous.

Although it has been eroded by the years, the blade has remained sharp, and this is undoubtedly a sword.

"Brother, there is your favorite Peking duck today!"

Hu Niu was playing with the bronze sword in her hand, and when she saw Lin Ran coming in from outside, she immediately said in a crisp voice.

Lin Ran's eyes fell on the table, and sure enough, there was a plate of fragrant Peking duck, which could be described as full of color, flavor and flavor. It's just that in the face of this delicacy, he doesn't have a strong appetite.

Hey?

Ali sat at the dining table next door to eat, but she found that Lin Ran was in a bad mood, but her beautiful eyes looked at this man suspiciously, and there was a faint hint of concern.

"Brother, give!"

Hu Niu naturally saw that her brother's face was inappropriate, and she obediently sandwiched a piece of roast duck leg to him to show comfort and encouragement, and her beautiful big eyes also carefully observed her brother's reaction.

Lin Ran smiled reluctantly, but his brows were still frowning, and he looked preoccupied, eating his meal absentmindedly.

"Brother, is it because that Xu said that you are not good, so you are unhappy?" Tiger girl is a person who can't hide his words, and this most delicious duck leg was still indifferent when it was sent to her brother, even if she cared about it, Gu asked.

As she spoke, her eyes kept staring at Lin Ran seriously, full of concern, and she seemed to have decided that this was the answer.

Lin Ran raised his head when he heard this, looking at the reactions of Hu Niu and Ali and the others, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and found that they had all misunderstood. Where is he worrying about Xu, the essence of his mind is still on work.