Syllable!

A piece of music slammed down on the smooth and solid long case, and the sound echoed clearly in the hall of Nuoda, causing the hearts of the surrounding eunuchs and palace maids to tremble, and their faces turned pale to inquire about the prestige.

"Inciting the people to make trouble?"

Jiajing, who was wearing a plain white robe, snorted coldly, and his thin face swelled with anger, and he squinted his eyes uncertainly at the few books in front of him.

Seeing this, Huang Jin knew that Jiajing was a powder keg at this time, but he didn't dare to step forward, he didn't dare to breathe, and stood beside him in an orderly manner waiting for the dispatch.

Jiajing gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his forehead faintly appeared, as if he thought of something, and suddenly said loudly outside: "Chen Hong! ”

Chen Hong is the factory supervisor of the East Factory, and he often runs outside when he has something to do, and he just happened to return to the main hall and was about to take a breath. But he suddenly heard Jiajing's voice coming, and he couldn't take a breath, he walked in quickly and responded urgently: "The slave is here!" ”

"How's it going?" Jiajing watched Chen Hong appear, and asked with a lingering anger.

Chen Hong secretly pinched a handful of sweat and responded cautiously: "Back to the master, I have investigated clearly!" ”

Jiajing didn't snort, and stared at Chen Hong without saying a word.

Huang Jin and Feng Bao were both here, and they were also looking at Chen Hong curiously at this time, but Feng Bao looked very worried. Because he knew very well in his heart that the people's troubles must be inseparable from Lin Haoran, but he didn't know if Lin Haoran had wiped off all the traces.

Once Chen Hong finds substantial evidence that proves that Lin Haoran is behind his back to instigate the people to besiege the yamen of the Criminal Department, then the victory in this battle will belong to Gao Yao's side.

"After many verifications, Yin Lin Haoran of Shuntian Mansion did not have five hundred taels of ink, and the rumor-monger was the son of Guo Shangshu's family, but ......" Chen Hong stopped talking, and looked at Jiajing Dao in embarrassment.

If it was in the past dynasty, as long as Dongchang had some clues, they would be able to directly break into Guo's mansion and arrest people. It's just that he, the factory supervisor, is actually in name only, and he still plays the role of the emperor's vicious dog, and when it comes to major matters, he must act according to orders.

Now when it comes to the son of Guo Pu, the secretary of the ministry, he can naturally lead his subordinates to break in and arrest people, but the consequences may not be something he can bear. After all, Guo Pu is more important than him in the emperor's heart, once Guo Pu makes trouble in this palace, the board may be slapped on his ass, and he will even be removed from his post because of this.

Jiajing's brows furrowed slightly, and he immediately asked again: "Can you inquire clearly?" ”

"The slave has carefully verified that it was Guo Gongzi's domestic servant who released the news first, and the girl from the Teaching Workshop Division also heard Guo Gongzi admit what he had done! The slave hurried back, and he also wanted to ask for orders to go to Guo's mansion to arrest Guo Gongzi for interrogation! Chen Hong replied honestly and made a request.

When Feng Bao heard this, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that this was Lin Haoran's intention to drag Guo Pu in. Huang Jin looked at Jiajing curiously, as if he was thinking about the monarch of hundreds of millions of people.

"That's it, it's already clear!" Jiajing waved his hand, looked at the music on the case and said coldly: "Feng Bao said it well!" But the benevolent can be a good person and a wicked person. The people all know that this Huang Langzhong is a wicked person, but these people who have read the books of sages and sages do not distinguish between good and evil, and at this time they will still pour dirty water on people, wanting to defend that wicked man! ”

He has a clear judgment on Mrs. Zhang's case, but as the king of a country, he also has to take care of the voices of the courtiers below. Now that Lin Haoran has no greed for ink, and the people of the capital have issued a strong appeal, it is naturally impossible for him to let Gao Yao and other officials come to him.

As for Guo Pu's son's rumor-mongering, thinking of Guo Pu's loyalty, he naturally wouldn't make a big fuss and send a son-mongering son of an important minister to Dongchang Prison.

"Yes!" Chen Hong's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he bowed respectfully.

He rushed back in such a hurry, in fact, he hoped that the Holy Majesty would order him to arrest people in Guo's mansion, so as to show the prestige of his Dongchang, but his hope was undoubtedly disappointed.

"Master, please use tea!"

Huang Jin saw that Jiajing's anger had subsided, and then he brought the tea over.

Jiajing is a person with a changeable temperament, took the tea and took a sip, his thoughts drifted to Lin Haoran again, and he snorted lightly: "This court is noisy, but he Lin Wenkui seems to have nothing to do with him!" Passing on my message, Lin Wenkui played a note and asked him why he was punished like this! ”

Huang Jin was stunned at first, but then found out that it was really the case, these days the officials are constantly sparse, and the people have blocked the yamen of the criminal department, but they don't see Lin Haoran's recital.

"Minions command!" Chen Hong was about to withdraw, but when he heard the words, he respectfully saluted.

Feng Bao looked at Chen Hong, who was leaving in a hurry, but a worry surged in his heart.

Although things have been in Lin Haoran's favor, the saint has always had a changeable temperament. Without a good explanation, if you don't convince the Holy One, you probably won't be able to win this battle.

There is no Yi Palace, the first auxiliary duty room.

A violent coughing sound suddenly came, and the old Yan Song in a python robe was lying in front of the desk, coughing violently.

"Grandpa!"

Yan Hong happened to come in from outside, and when he saw his grandfather's appearance, he immediately showed a panicked expression on his face, and hurriedly pounced, stretching out a hand on his back to help his grandfather breathe.

Yan Song's coughing finally stopped, but he saw a disgusting mass of thick phlegm on the white handkerchief, as if he had removed a big stone in his heart, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air with relief.

Seeing this, Yan Hong's face flashed with a touch of unbearability, and he immediately persuaded: "Grandpa, you can no longer obey the elixir given by the Holy Lord!" ”

"What do you know, this is a gift from the Holy Lord to my Yan family!" Yan Song threw the handkerchief aside, like a stubborn old man.

Yan Hong did not give up, but continued to persuade: "Grandpa, Doctor Li made it very clear the day before yesterday that your illness is because of ......."

Yan Song raised his hand violently and gave him a fierce look, stopping his persuasion, and even more so stopping his arguments.

Although he is old, he knows it very well in his heart. He Yan Song can have today's authority, can serve as the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty for twenty consecutive years, and can occupy the position of the first assistant at the age of eighty-three, all of which are given by the saint.

If such disloyal words reach the ears of the saint, what awaits him will only be resignation and return, and he will lose his relationship with Jiajing for decades. There is a gain in everything, and now that you have gained such power, you will naturally have to bear the pain of the elixir.

Yan Hong is a smart person, and he sees that his grandfather has already made up his mind, and he knows that he can't persuade anymore.

"You just went out, is there any news?"

Yan Song coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, and the whole person suddenly became a lot more energetic, imitating Jiajing to deal with the music cross-legged in front of the case, and asked like a mirror in his heart.