I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

As night falls, Xu moves to his mansion in the capital.

In recent times, Xu Jie has been very proud, since he missed the position of chief minister of the cabinet last time.

Now, this is the closest he has ever been to the chief minister of the cabinet.

In Xu Jie's view, the position of chief minister of the cabinet is already within reach.

If he hadn't been worried about the influence, Xu Jie would have wanted to immediately go to Shu and petition the emperor to remove Yan Song from his position as chief minister of the cabinet.

After Zhang Juzheng's advice, Xu Jie also understood that at this time, he had to calm down.

In short, he must not leave the emperor with the impression that he is too obsessed with power.

At the same time, Xu Jie also wanted to produce some results to prove to the emperor that he was capable of taking over the responsibility of the chief minister of the cabinet.

When the envoy sent by Chahar Ministry arrives, it will be Xu Jie's chance to prove himself.

After handling this matter, nearly a month had passed since Yan Song, the chief minister of the cabinet, reported that he was ill at home.

At that time, Xu Jie could legitimately request the emperor to remove Yan Song from his post on the grounds that Yan Song, the chief minister of the cabinet, was suffering from "dementia" and could not sort out government affairs.

After he takes power, he can severely liquidate the Yan Party and expel these worms that have brought disaster to the country and people, one by one, from the government, and then truly realize his ambitions.

Xu Jie thought of this, a look of determination appeared on his face, and he clenched his fists unconsciously.

"Mr. Xu Ge, what do you think?"

On the side, Wang Ting, the right minister of the Ministry of Revenue, saw that Xu Jie had not responded for a long time, so he immediately plucked up the courage and asked cautiously.

Wang Ting's voice brought Xu Jie back to reality. After pondering for a moment, he gave the order in a leisurely manner.

"Tell them not to be impatient. The most important thing to do right now is to collect evidence of Dang Yan's crimes."

"Get rid of this group of greedy moths who only want to bully the common people from the court!"

When Xu Jie finished his words, Wang Ting on the side couldn't help but fell into silence.

After all, his visit this time was mainly entrusted by many colleagues to comfort Xu Jie and ask him to resign as soon as possible and ask the emperor to remove Yan Song from his post.

Only when Xu Jie takes the position of chief minister of the cabinet can they go further.

Seeing Xu Jie's resolute attitude, Wang Ting was embarrassed to try to persuade him again.

After Xu Jie glanced at Wang Ting, he withdrew his gaze and said slowly: "Don't worry, you have been with me for so many years, I won't treat you badly."

When Xu Jie finished his words, Wang Ting was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, looking ecstatic.

Afterwards, Wang Ting saw a look of gratitude on his face. He leaned down and said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Xu Ge, for your support!"

Xu Jie saw the expression on Wang Ting's face. After picking up the tea cup and taking a sip, he said slowly, "Okay, tell them what I just said!"

"The more you get to this time, the more you have to stay calm, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Xu Ge, I will definitely bring your words to you truthfully!"

After Wang Ting finished speaking, he bowed to Xu Jie and then left the room.

……

After Wang Ting left, Xu Jie retracted his gaze, shook his head imperceptibly, and sighed secretly: "Oh, people's hearts are so impetuous!"

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door, and then the butler's voice sounded outside the door: "Master, the eldest young master has sent you a letter!"

After learning the news from the housekeeper, Xu Jie couldn't help but have a look of curiosity on his face: "Oh, by the way, why is Xu Fan writing to me at this time?"

Xu Jie thought of this, suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his heart, waved his hand, and said: "Well, come in!"

After the words fell, there was only a "squeak" sound, the door of the room was pushed open, and the housekeeper stepped in.

After entering the room, the housekeeper subconsciously looked in the direction of Xu Jie, leaned down, and said respectfully: "Master, here is the personal letter sent to you by the young master!"

After the butler finished speaking, he carefully took out the envelope from his sleeve and handed it to Xu Jie.

After taking the envelope from the butler's hand, Xu Jie looked away, nodded, and gave instructions.

"Well, you go down first, it's none of your business."

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing that his mission for this trip was successfully accomplished, the housekeeper couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hand to Xu Jie, and then left the room.

When leaving, the housekeeper also closed the door to the room.

After the housekeeper left, Xu Jie opened the envelope and read the contents.

"Father, I have been in good health recently. I wrote to you in a hurry. I hope my father will not blame me."

"Not long ago, there was a riot at Songjiang Prefecture's Qianhu Station. My child was worried that this matter might have an impact on you. Therefore, after finding out the reason, I immediately wrote you a letter to inform you of the reason. The cause of the incident was that Wang Jian, the prefect of Songjiang, and members of the clan..."

After reading through all the contents of the letter, Xu Jie's face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears.

Even though Xu Jie had already speculated about this matter before, he was still shocked when he actually saw the letter written to him by his eldest son Xu Fan.

At this time, Xu Jie felt an unknown fire rising from his heart.

Xu Jie never thought that people in the clan would be so short-sighted and dare to provoke a mutiny for the sake of a mere two hundred thousand taels of silver.

Then, Xu Jie slammed the table and cursed angrily: "These greedy, short-sighted idiots are really like mud that can't stand up to the wall!"

In Xu Jie's view, it was a critical moment and there was no room for any mistakes, but it happened at this time that such a ridiculous thing happened.

If the court pursues this matter, let alone whether I can go further, I will be lucky to not be implicated in this matter.

After venting his emotions, Xu Jie gradually calmed down. The top priority right now is to cover up this matter as soon as possible.

At the same time, take the position of chief minister of the cabinet as soon as possible. In this case, no one will dare to mention this matter.

After making up his mind, I saw Xu Jie sitting behind the desk, laying out his pen and paper, and writing a reply with a brush dipped in ink.

"My father already knows what is said in the letter. You must do it as soon as possible..."

……

Just as the capital was enveloped in an atmosphere of imminent storm, Zhejiang was also unwilling to give in.

After learning that Yan Song was suffering from "dementia" and that he had been ill at home for more than half a month, Zheng Michang and He Maocai were in panic all day long.

For Zheng Michang and He Maocai, there is only one cloud above their heads, and that is the Yan family.

Right now, Yan Song is suffering from "dementia" and claims to be sick at home, which means that the sky has fallen for the two of them!
The next thing that can be foreseen is that once Xu Jie succeeds as the chief minister of the cabinet, the two of them will never escape the liquidation.

Let’s not talk about how deeply tied their interests are to the Yan family, and whether they have any leverage in the hands of the Yan family.

Zheng Michang and He Mao were local officials, and their connections were far less convenient than those of officials in the capital. When news from the capital reached Zhejiang, it often took seven or eight days.

By that time, the daylilies are cold.

Zhejiang, Hangzhou, within the Chief Envoy Department.

At this time, Zheng Michang looked haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked quite haggard. He had not had a good rest for several days.

As soon as he closes his eyes, Zheng Mi Chang's mind will unconsciously reflect his fate after Xu Jie takes power.

At this time, because he was too tired, he saw Zheng Michang lying on the desk and fell asleep.

When Zheng Michang regained consciousness, he found that he, his wife, children, and children were all taken to the execution ground.

Zheng Michang couldn't see clearly the face of the official who oversaw the execution.

However, among the applauding people in the audience, he saw Shen Yishi, Yun Niang, Ma Ningyuan, everyone from the Wen family who sold private salt in Hangzhou, and Yuan Yongyu, the head of the Yuan family in Jiaxing.

Seeing that the time had come, the official in charge of supervising the execution recalled Zheng Michang's many crimes in front of the people in the audience.

Zheng Michang couldn't hear clearly what the official read out, and he didn't care.

At this time, there was only one thought in Zheng Michang's mind: "What's going on? Didn't Shen Yishi and Yun Niang burn themselves to death? How could they appear here in good condition? And why is Ma Ningyuan here too?"

Just when Zheng Michang was still wondering about such a question, Yuan Yongyu, the head of the Yuan family in Jiaxing, had arrived in front of him.

At this time, Yuan Yongyu had a ferocious look on his face, and there were traces of silk stitches on his neck. He looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. He stared at Zheng Michang fiercely and sneered.

"Master Zheng, when you led people to search my Yuan family, did you ever think that one day you would end up like this?"

"It's really a natural cycle. I won't be happy with the retribution. Come down and stay with me!"

After Yuan Yongyu finished speaking, his mouth opened at an incredible angle, as if he wanted to swallow Zheng Michang whole alive.

Seeing this situation, Zheng Michang was afraid, but he couldn't move his body. He could only watch Yuan Yongyu's bloody mouth getting closer and closer to him.

At the same time, from Zheng Michang's perspective, Shen Yishi and Yun Niang from before gradually revealed their figures.

Two burnt corpses, exuding a strong burning smell, slowly walked towards Zheng Mi Chang, muttering something in their mouths.

At this time, Zheng Michang was already extremely frightened. Just when he was about to shout for help, the executioner's sword fell down.

Zheng Mi Chang felt a chill on his neck. Something seemed to have fallen to the ground. The world he could see with his eyes also turned sideways. When Zheng Mi Chang was about to open his mouth to say something, something suddenly fell in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he fell into endless darkness.

..."My lord? My lord?"

After hearing this call, Zheng Mi Chang opened his eyes suddenly. As soon as he opened his eyes, Zheng Mi Chang couldn't wait to touch his neck.

After confirming that nothing happened, Zheng Michang breathed a sigh of relief and secretly sighed: "Fortunately, my head is still there!"

Zheng Michang's behavior shocked the subordinates on the side. Who would have thought that the first thing his parents did when they woke up was to touch his neck.

However, due to his identity, he was unable to show off at all.

After that, Zheng Michang finally noticed his subordinate not far away. After clearing his throat, he asked, "What's the matter?"

When the subordinate heard what Zheng Michang said, he did not dare to show any indifference. He immediately leaned down and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, I have asked you to see me outside, saying that I have something important to discuss with you!"

After learning the news from his subordinates, Zheng Michang waved his hand quite casually, and then ordered: "Well, I know, let him come over!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The subordinate quickly walked away after responding.

"How could I dream about these dead people? Could it be that this is a revelation from God to me?"

"No, I have had a similar dream before. I guess it was because I was too worried."

Thinking of this, Zheng Michang's face was full of unconcealable worry. He supported his chin with one hand and muttered silently to himself.

"Oh, Mr. Yan Ge, your body was still strong last year, why did it suddenly stop working?"

"If you have any shortcomings, what should I do if you ask me to do it?"

While Zheng Michang was still thinking about how to respond next, He Maocai stepped into the room under the guidance of the previous subordinate.

At this time, He Maocai's condition was very different from Zheng Michang's. His eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was swollen compared to before.

When Zheng Michang saw He Maocai arriving, he quickly stood up from his seat, looked in the direction of He Maocai, and asked eagerly: "Old He, how did you go about the things you were asked to investigate earlier?"

Facing Zheng Michang's gaze, He Maocai shook his head insignificantly and responded: "Old Zheng, before I came here, I asked people to ask the famous doctors, and they all asserted that as long as someone suffers from There is basically no chance of getting better from “dementia”!

When He Maocai's words fell, Zheng Michang seemed to have lost all his strength. He slumped down on the chair weakly, lowered his head, and murmured to himself: "It's over, it's all over now!"

Seeing this, He Maocai didn't say a word and just sat down on the empty seat beside him.

Not long after, a subordinate official came forward and brought a bowl of hot tea to each of them. However, at this moment, Zheng Michang and He Maocai had no intention of tasting the tea.

Zheng Michang and He Maocai knew very well that everything they were doing now was just to find psychological comfort for themselves.

As the chief minister of the cabinet, if Yan Song really fell ill, he would definitely be diagnosed and treated by a doctor from the imperial hospital.

Most of the imperial doctors who can enter the imperial hospital are from medical families, have rich experience, superb medical skills, and have an extremely deep understanding of various difficult and complicated diseases.

If even they are helpless, it means that the situation has truly reached an irreversible point.

……

Time passed by so slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed. I saw Zheng Mi Chang licking his chapped lips, laughing sadly, looking in the direction of He Maocai, and said slowly.

"Old He, to be honest, I have often dreamed of dead people recently. The long-dead Shen Yishi, Yun Niang, and Ma Ning have appeared in my dreams more than once."

"Didn't you say before that sooner or later we will end up like this? Now it seems it's time!"

"Without the support of the Yan family, we will face liquidation sooner or later. It is better to settle the funeral arrangements as soon as possible before it is too late."

When Zheng Michang said this, his face was full of despair.

When Zheng Michang finished speaking, He Maocai remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, sighed helplessly, and then said: "Old Zheng, why am I the same? Recently, I can't sleep all night long. As soon as I close my eyes, , the scene of family destruction and death will appear in my mind.”

"I, He Maocai, have been an official for so many years. From a small county magistrate, I have climbed all the way to the position of inspector. I have seen many families and families destroyed, but when it was my turn, I still couldn't accept it!"

"Since this time, I have been thinking about whether the result would have been different if I had not collected the money."

When He Maocai said this, his face was filled with an inexplicable look.

Zheng Michang saw the expression on He Maocai's face, sneered, and said with a mocking look on his face: "Old He, don't be naive. You think you have a choice, but in fact you have no choice at all!"

"In the officialdom, you must be on the same page. If you want to be unconventional and be an upright official, you can, but you must also take responsibility for your own actions. What awaits you is endless exclusion and suppression!"

"If you didn't collect cash, would you have been able to reach the position of inspector and have the status you have today?"

"We are just on the wrong team, so we just have to admit defeat. Now that the matter has been done, we have to admit it!"

After Zheng Michang's powerful words fell, He Maocai seemed to be touched. Then, he regained his previous look, nodded, and spoke in agreement.

"Well, Lao Zheng, you are right. Now that things have happened, what's the point of worrying about it anymore?"

"It's better to settle your funeral arrangements early and choose a geomantic treasure land for yourself, so that you can protect your future generations."

After He Maocai finished speaking, he planned to say goodbye and leave. However, before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by Zheng Michang.

"Old He, wait a minute, we haven't reached this point yet. How about we try our luck with the governor?"

"No matter what, we can be considered as doing the governor a big favor, and the governor came to take office with His Majesty's decree this time."

After listening to Zheng Michang's proposal, He Maocai couldn't help but feel a little moved.

After all, who wants to die as long as he can live?
He Maocai heard this, and after pondering for a moment, he looked away from Zheng Michang, nodded, and said solemnly: "Well, that makes sense, let's go to the governor to try our luck!"

After making up their minds, Zheng Michang and He Maocai immediately took a sedan chair to the Governor's Mansion without any hesitation.

……

Governor's Mansion, in the study.

At this time, Zhao Zhenji was sitting behind the desk, processing the memorials sent by his subordinates in an orderly manner.

Not long ago, Zhao Zhenji received a letter from his eldest son Zhao Dingzhu.

In the letter, in addition to daily greetings, Zhao Dingzhu also wrote down major events that have happened in the capital in recent times to remind Zhao Zhenji to pay more attention.

Through this letter from his eldest son Zhao Dingzhu, Zhao Zhenji naturally also learned about Yan Song's "dementia" and the Yan family's loss of power.

After finishing processing an official document, Zhao Zhenji put down the brush in his hand and looked at the scenery outside the window.

At this time, Zhao Zhenji no longer wanted to continue processing the official documents. He recalled the situation described in the letter by his eldest son Zhao Dingzhu, and sighed secretly.

"Oh, God's will is so unpredictable. Yan Ge, a smart man, will end up suffering from "dementia" in the end!"

"When I left the capital, Mr. Yan Ge's body was obviously still strong. How come it became like this in the blink of an eye?"

"It seems that there will be big changes in the DPRK and China in the future!"

Zhao Zhenji thought of this, picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip, with an inexplicable look on his face.

In Zhao Zhenji's view, after Yan Song retires from the position of chief minister of the cabinet, the person who will succeed him will be Xu Jie, the second minister of the cabinet.

It is foreseeable that when Xu Jie comes to power, the strict party will be mercilessly liquidated.

But Zhao Zhenji didn't care much about this, because the fire couldn't burn him.

His current identity is the Governor-General of Zhejiang Province and the Governor of Zhejiang Province. He is a veritable official of the frontier. No one except the emperor dares to touch him.

Not only that, Hai Rui is now the censor of the right capital of the Inspectorate. With this connection, no one dares to snitch on him in private.

It can be said that Zhao Zhenji's position is extremely stable, and it is precisely because of this that he can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and watch the clouds rise and fall.

"By the way, after Xu Jie comes to power, Tan Lun, the governor of Fujian, will also be promoted!"

While Zhao Zhenji was still thinking about this matter, he heard a slight knock on the door.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Zhenji suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in her heart, nodded slightly, and then ordered: "Come in!"

When Zhao Zhenji finished speaking, there was a "squeak" sound and the door to the room was pushed open.

Then, a guard walked in.

After entering the study, the guard did not hesitate at all. He immediately leaned down, looked in the direction of Zhao Zhenji, and said respectfully.

"Sir, the Chief Envoy and the Inspector are outside asking for an audience!"

"Well, I know. Let them wait in the hall. I will go there shortly."

When Zhao Zhenji heard this, the expression on his face did not change at all. He waved his hand and gave instructions.

"Yes, my lord!"

Upon hearing this, the guard bowed his hands to Zhao Zhenji, and then quickly left the study.

After the guard left, an inexplicable look appeared on Zhao Zhenji's face. His fingers were tapping the desk in front of him rhythmically, making a "click-click" sound.

At this time, Zhao Zhenji frowned, seeming to be weighing the pros and cons.

"Zheng Michang, He Maocai..." (End of this chapter)