Reading reminder, this work is not a bitter hatred, or a story of deep hatred in the sea of blood, so the main tone is ordinary and cheerful, and the protagonist is not a high IQ, a tall and complete character, it is an ordinary sling silk after learning that he has a golden thigh to hold, so he resolutely embarked on the road to find gold, but found that the thigh is not thick, so how to thicken the thigh story.

Therefore, book lovers who don't like it can abandon the book, and you don't have to accuse the bones of creating characters that don't match your heart. What you ask for, bones can't be met here.

Over the years, I have never written a protagonist who is beyond the historical environment and goes against the truth of human nature.

Whether it is Zhao Qiang, who was defeated in the three feudatories, or Shi Dayong, who succeeded his brother and brother, or Zhou Shixiang, whose parents, wife and children were killed, they are all living people, not the so-called heroes and elites.

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The name Yang Lian is very familiar to the good minister hiding in the corner.

This person can be said to be the second uncle's lifelong rival, in the palace transfer case, the second uncle was scolded like a dog, with a group of ministers to bully Li Xuan to serve a female streamer, and after successfully snatching the Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse into his hands, the Donglin Party immediately swept the court, forming a pattern of "all are in the court".

Under such a strong situation, this Yang Lian was biased and aggressive, and did not give the second uncle who wanted to make friends with Donglin in order to make the second uncle clear inside and outside live, and finally made the second uncle completely break with Donglin.

The enemy of the second uncle is by no means a friend of Liangchen, no matter who he is.

Identity determines everything, even if the good minister is loyal and brave, the identity of Wei Zhongxian's nephew will never turn him over.

If he wants to save his life and change his fate, Liangchen can only work with his second uncle to eliminate those Donglin gentlemen one by one. Because in the eyes of others, he is a child of a eunuch temple, a rat-like existence on the street.

So, almost subconsciously, Liangchen leaned under the window, wanting to hear what the people inside had to say.

Only, there was silence inside, maybe it had something to do with the prince.

For the sake of the high-ranking people, since this prince and Yang Lian have a relationship, then those who know it can know it, and it is a taboo to say it openly.

Liangchen wanted to stand up and peek in from the window to see who was inside, but just as he had this thought, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the second gate, and he was very anxious.

Liangchen was frightened, and quickly tiptoed around the wall, where there was a row of rooms, the second room on the left was unlocked, and there was a light in the room, but there was no one.

The people were getting closer and closer, and the good minister didn't think much about it, so he hurriedly slipped into the room and closed the door with him.

After entering the house, Liangchen leaned on the crack of the door and looked out, and when he saw that someone had entered the room where there was a person, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the house.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, it looks like a public room, and there are a lot of copywriters piled up on a very large table. Behind the table is a mahogany chair with an upholstery on it.

Liangchen walked to the table, he didn't dare to rummage over things, he noticed that there was not ink in the inkstone, but a piece of cinnabar, and a bowl of water beside it.

Is this for red?

Liangchen naturally linked cinnabar with the Ming Dynasty's "vote to approve red" system, the cabinet voted to draft, and the celebrant approved red.

This place is the master of ceremonies, so the judgment of the good minister is not wrong, this room is the office of one of the master of ceremonies.

There was a row of bookcases on the wall, and a few iron boxes, but they were all locked. Judging from the randomness of the pile of copywriting on the table, it is obviously not an important note.

Liangchen picked up one casually, but it was the one that the superintendent had applied for an increase in public funds three days earlier, and another copy was one that had been asked by the division to add ten horse-drawn carriages carrying water.

Could it be that this celebrant is in charge of the department's supervision and mixed hall?

Liangchen Wan'er, this discovery made him very excited, it turned out that the great eunuchs of the Ming Dynasty, like the leading cadres of later generations, also had a saying about which departments to contact in charge.

However, Liangchen was in a hurry to leave the palace, but he was too curious about the celebrant to sneak in to take a look, and he was not interested in priing open the big guy's box to see what was unsightly inside.

He put down the official document of the Mixed Hall Division and prepared to leave this room, returned the same way, sneaked to Bei'anmen and waited for dawn to get out of the palace with the little eunuchs.

There are many dreams at night, how can this ceremonial supervisor also be the core of the inner court, although there are no guards in the imperial city, but there are also people on duty, in case they are found by those people, the good ministers have to weigh how many people they can fight without birds. In case there is another old eunuch who is as deep as an old Shaolin monk, then there is no need to talk about anything.

Just as he was about to leave, Liangchen's gaze stopped on a folded paper card.

This paper card has a pen stand pressed on it, red, and it seems to have some words printed on it.

Liangchen removed the pen holder and took out the paper card, and found that it was printed with the three big characters of the celebrant and the official seal of the celebrant on the side. However, when it was opened, it was blank and there was nothing.

This thing looks a bit like a greeting card in later generations, could it be that this celebrant also prints and distributes a large number of greeting cards every year?

Liangchen didn't think that his brain hole was in line with the facts, but what was the use of this thing, he couldn't figure it out for a while. But his intuition told him that this thing must be extraordinary, so he hesitated, but carefully put the paper card in his arms.

After walking to the door and listening quietly for a while, Liangchen cautiously opened the door and slipped out, and got into the corner of the room where someone was talking before.

Inside the house, something was arguing.

"Chang Yun is in charge of the seal of the Needle Work Bureau, and he is also in charge of the Qianqing Palace.

"Chang Yun used to be the head of Gonggong Chen, in order to avoid suspicion, Chang Yun couldn't be promoted."

"Then Tianjin Matang is okay, anyway, it's not the turn of Liaodong Gaohuai."

"Doesn't Gonggong Li know that Ma Tang has made it clear to Gonggong Chen that he will not fight?"

"Don't argue, how can it be, didn't the matter of Linqing be suppressed by Gonggong Chen?"

"It's because of the suppression that Ma Tang can't go up."

"It's... That's the same thing. So, Gao Huai is about to enter Beijing? ”

"If nothing else, by October at the latest, we will have one more father-in-law on our heads."

"I heard that this father-in-law Gao is angry in Liaodong."

"Who says it's not, but people also have the ability, and the most silver is sent to the capital every year, and with this, people's status is also firm."

"Okay, what's the use of saying this, let's do our part. By the way, why did Liu Shimin from the clerical room come to find Gonggong Chen? ”

"I don't know, he didn't tell us."

"This Liu Shimin, born in Jiangmen, has no heart with us in his bones, and I don't know why Gonggong Chen trusts him so much."

"Talent is rare, hehe."

“……”

What is Liu Ruoyu doing with that guy looking for Gonggong Chen?

Under the corner, Liangchen felt that there must be no good thing, and he was in a hurry, and he couldn't care about listening to the corner, so he quickly sneaked out of the celebrant and went straight to Bei'anmen.