Shendu, early in the morning, the morning dawn, there is still a faint and cool air left at night between heaven and earth.

It's the most refreshing time of the day in summer.

Dongguan Shangshu Zhang Cambodia is a cadre, has always been very strict in self-discipline, after the martial arts, most of the officials and ministers who stayed in Shendu were lax, their true nature was exposed, they had to get by with their official affairs, and they had a lot of fun, and the business in Yongfeng was much better, but Zhang Cambodia kept a distance from this atmosphere, and lived a rigid ascetic life, and did not let go of the wreckage.

During the daylight saving time, the days were long and the nights were short, and the time for him to deal with official business in the government office was also extended.

Today, as usual, Zhang Cambodia rode a horse and clattered on the bluestone pavement.

His face was tense, his grief could not be hidden, and his eyes flashed with despair from time to time.

In this heyday, summer is not only the season of flowers, but also the time when men are the most flowery, regardless of the old and young, sideburns flower arrangement, waist flowers, hairpin flowers on the hat, the most fashionable, large clusters, big red and purple, showing boundless wealth.

In contrast, Zhang Cambodia is out of place, although his official uniform is purple, the belt around his waist is plain blue, and there are no other ornaments on his body, which is the dress of the elders for the juniors.

In just ten months, his career and family suffered setbacks.

The source of this is the onset of lonely crutches, full of resentment of being marginalized, and self-proclaimed.

If at the beginning, he didn't take a posture, followed Yao Chong's hints, and obediently traveled to the duty of the party henchmen, suppressed Bian Chaojing, and let him have his position but not his power, then there would not be many rights and wrongs later.

He will not set a precedent in one fell swoop, and become a thorn in the side of Li Dan and Quan Ce at the same time, and his young son will not die.

No, it's more than that.

The day before yesterday, Taisun Li Chongjun's men and horses stabbed out obliquely, showing their blades at him, and he was the enemy of the two rivals for the storage position and the first person in the world.

"It's really a great honor of decency, how can he be?"

There was no one in the morning, the avenue was thorough, and the horses could let go of their strength as much as possible, but at the hour of a stick of incense, they arrived in front of the Winter Official Yamen.

Zhang Cambodia didn't rush off the horse, raised his head, looked at the red and brilliant red sun in the sky, and was stunned for a while.

The red sun is rising, as big as a car cover, hanging alone in the sky, the vicissitudes are cool and cool, but it contains fiery energy, when the time comes, it can jump to the middle of the sky, looking down on the common people, scorching the world.

I want him to be talented and learned, and he also has the ambition of six dragons riding the wind, nine princes, and a Kuang world, and now he is not half of his career, and he will die in the middle way, and he doesn't know what hardships and dooms are waiting ahead.

"Jiuding food, Jiuding cooking, the road is so far, you have to occupy the same"

Zhang Cambodia's face miraculously improved, his life ambitions were extinguished, and all his attachments were put aside, and there seemed to be no major events to haunt in this world.

As soon as the reins were thrown, he stepped off the horse, Zhang Cambodia held his head high, strode abruptly, and entered the vermilion lacquer gate of the Winter Official Yamen.

The servants trotted and followed, and when they entered, the vermilion gate slowly closed, leaving only a corner door.

No one noticed that on the construction site of Yuji Fang, in the attic of the mansion, and even in the streets and alleys, there were more pairs of eyes, watching the door close.

Except for the veterans who run the wharf and donate manpower, they smile and wrap their sleeves and mingle with the officials who supervise the reconstruction of the outer wall of the city, chatting and laughing.

At present, there are no more people in the construction site, and they are all his so-called wharf coolies.

After chatting about the same, the old man glanced at the door of the Winter Official Yamen, took his leave, and returned to his mansion.

"Chongmin Langjun, Zhang Cambodia has entered the yamen, the people from the Xiangwang Mansion are nearby, and the people of the Meihua internal guard have shrunk, and they are all gathered inside" The old man bowed and stood at the bottom of the steps, and he had to report to the office.

"Look at this, everything is ready, it can break out at any time, you see......"

Wu Chongmin was dressed in a black arrow sleeve beard suit, neat and capable, standing under the porch with his hands in his hands, the bonsai on both sides of the porch were purple and red, he reached out to hold the flower branches, closed his eyes, and leaned over to sniff.

"Don't worry, just wait"

When the old man heard this, he hesitated for a while before he spoke, "Chongmin Langjun, over there in the Prime Prince's Mansion, Xu is waiting for our side, and he will only start after sending the related people of the grandson Li Chongjun into the Dongguan Yamen, and the plum blossom internal guard is a preemptive calculation, we wait, Xu is no one will start first."

Wu Chongmin smiled, "I know in my heart, what we are waiting for is not Xiangwangfu and Meihua Neiwei, but a person"

"Since we've come to this point, wouldn't it be better to pick up the grass and beat the rabbit and solve the trouble in one go?"

"Besides, Zhang Cambodia is diligent, I can't bear to leave regrets for him, this last day, let him complete his duty, and he will be a little less resentful."

The old man was stunned and didn't dare to ask more, "Yes, my subordinates will arrange it."

Wu Chongmin's fingers moved, and he brushed the edge of the grand open peony petals.

"Click" suddenly forced, and a huge petal fell in response.

"The eldest brother is precious, and he can't be missed, and Zhilan is in front, and he will be removed"

"Zhang Cambodia, goodbye"

Inside the Dongguan Yamen, Zhang Cambodia did not notice the mountain rain outside.

Today, he is still busy, heavy rain in the south of the Yangtze River, mountain floods, the Yellow River is surging, and the embankments have been broken repeatedly.

Finally, there's a nuisance on the desk.

Di Renjie, the prime minister who stayed behind in the Shendu, sent a letter of inquiry, motioning to change the ordnance supervision system on the grounds that the ordnance supervision was a key military and political matter, and that it should be transferred from the winter official yamen to the summer official yamen, and co-signed with the Arsenal Division, abolishing redundant personnel, and simplifying government affairs.

Obviously, Quan Ce's henchmen who remained in Shendu had lost patience with him, gave up their ingenuity, and turned to suppress people by force, as long as this motion was passed, then the direction of the ordnance supervisor would not be under his control.

Zhang Cambodia was a little out of breath, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, and after some tossing, in the end, he just turned his head into nothing, which was meaningless.

"Da Sikong, the ordnance superintendent ordered Bian Chaojing to ask for a meeting"

"Let Him In"

"Xiaguan has seen Zhang Shangshu" Bian Chaojing bowed his hand as a salute, his expression was extremely cold, Zhang Cambodia asked him to stand aside, and angered Li Dan, in public and private, he was an enemy and not a friend.

Zhang Cambodia didn't care, he called him over, it was just a routine matter, and handed him the letter of inquiry, "Di Xiangye intends to change the subordinate official system of the Ordnance Supervisor, send a message, you can read it carefully, and submit a reply"

Bian Chaojing was shocked, hurriedly took it, hurriedly flipped over, his face was like earth, trembling like sifting chaff, he could almost foresee his bleak future, "Da Sikong, Xia Guan and others are interested in the Dongguan Yamen, and please ask Da Sikong to speak up......"

Zhang Cambodia smiled bitterly, he was also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, without saying a word, waving his hand and asking him to retreat.

Bian Chao was as quiet as a mourner, and turned away mechanically.

Zhang Khan sent him out, and the sunset shone on him like blood.

"Whoosh"

The sound of breaking the air sounded.

The sunset seemed to turn into substance, penetrating Bian Chaojing's fat body, and a puff of blood mist rose one after another, splashing all over the ground.