The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

The official stamped his feet fiercely, covered his heart, rushed to Han Shiyan quickly, pointed at him with his finger, and was shaking with anger.

"I see your father is softer than a rabbit and smarter than a fox. How could he give birth to such a stubborn donkey like you?"

"You were obviously not like this when you were a child. You were very good then..."

The word "well-behaved" in the official family stuck in his throat. Han Shiyan had nothing to do with being well-behaved since he was a child. At that time, he, Wu Jiang and Ma Hongying were simply the troublemakers in the palace. Cats hated dogs.

When the concubines heard they were coming, they didn't care about the willows in the imperial garden or the lotus pond reciting poems...

One by one they wanted to close the palace door tightly and pretend to be dead.

At that time, he had few heirs, and the only one who was the eldest son was weak in body and weak in temperament. He was not outstanding in anything.

The Queen Mother had selfish motives at the time and always felt that these three children were more energetic than calves. If they went crazy in the palace, they would be able to have more children and give birth to more lively children in the future.

But the lively child was not attracted by "recruiting younger brothers, looking forward to younger brothers, thinking about younger brothers", but was attracted by "crazy".

Thinking of Princess Fushun, the officials became increasingly angry.

"Get out of here! Han Shiyan!"

As he said that, as if he was not relieved enough, he trotted behind his desk, searched around, grabbed a handful of folding books, and threw them at Han Shiyan.

Han Shiyan didn't dodge, he still stood there, looking at the officials with clear eyes.

The official looked at him with this look, but it felt like his whole body was being burned.

He thought that there were probably few people in this temple who could withstand Han Shi's banquet... and the gaze of the former Yushi Guan.

The official became more and more angry. When he saw Han Shiyan not hiding, he became even more angry. He took three steps at a time to reach Han Shiyan and kicked him. He used ten percent of his strength to kick Han Shiyan, who staggered.

After Guan Jia finished kicking him, he was a little stunned. His eyes were as gloomy as water and he calmed down.

"The official has answered the minister's question."

Is it not a response to be angry? Han Shiyan thought and tightened his grip.

He looked at the officials in front of him with an indescribable sadness.

"The uncle in my memory is benevolent and tolerant. The uncle in Ma Hongying and Wu Jiang's memory is full of passion and looking forward to regaining the country. He is the reliable support of thousands of soldiers. Although I dare not say that future generations will praise him and say that the emperor has a wise king through the ages, that is also A monarch who can make the people live and work in peace and contentment and be worthy of the allegiance of the civil and military dynasties.”

But what is the reality?

Han Shiyan looked at the officials quietly, "Don't worry, officials. I don't have any evidence, and I know that this case will only end here."

"Even so, as a censor, I must stand here and ask this question."

"The officials sit in the highest position in the Yong Dynasty and look down on the people; your subjects also look up to you."

"Why did Wang Yushi spend a lot of money to take away all Ou Song's paintings...Don't you remember the officials? What goes up is what follows. The monarch is a moth, how can the ministers do good? You think you just took an ingot of gold, a painting... "

"Thousands of Dayong people followed suit and each took a gold ingot, which was enough to hollow out the foundation of Dayong."

Han Shiyan said, the emotion in his eyes became more and more intense, "Uncle, do you still feel that you have done nothing wrong?"

The official raised his hand high and slapped Han Shiyan hard on the face. His hand trembled, the muscles on his face twitched, his chest heaved violently, and he almost fainted from anger.

Han Shiyan did not continue to speak. He lowered his head and bent towards the official and handed over his hands.

He didn't know that the officials would be furious, but he knew that this was what he should do as a censor. Even if it may not change anything, the monarch should not let it go if he does something wrong. He should not be lucky at this time.

Instead, he should be looking at the sharp sword hanging above his head in fear, knowing that this world is not just for him, but for all people.

If it is the monarch's fault, it is also a fault.

There are enough people in the court to support him and whitewash the peace, no less than Han Shi's banquet.

In the past, this path was taken by his master Guan Yushi, but now it is his turn.

"Han Shiyan, you piece of shit! You, you, you..."

The official looked at the helpless guy in front of him, and couldn't help but recall all the past events in his mind. Such scenes had happened many times in the imperial study room, more times than he had favored Concubine Su.

He counted them on his fingers. From the first time to this time, his good nephew and good censor had never backed down.

At first he was so angry that he beat people. The princess and the consort would come into the palace to cry and fight, and the eunuchs outside were worried about causing trouble. But now everyone is used to it.

Han Shiyan was not afraid of being beaten or scolded.

He was like a sea-fixing needle stuck there, determined not to give up until he reached his goal.

"Han Shiyan, if you are like this, I will kill you one day."

"Well, thank you to the official family for giving me the opportunity to leave my name in Qingshi! Even on Huangquan Road, Guan Yushi will envy me."

The official fell back in anger. He pointed at Han Shiyan's nose with a trembling hand and stamped his foot again, "You, you, you..."

This guy has been with Gu Shiwei and Wu Jiang for a long time, and he is actually much thicker-skinned than before. Not only is he risking his life, he is also shameless!
The official talked about it for a long time, then put down his hand dejectedly. He staggered back to his chair and waved his hand feebly.

"roll."

Seeing that his tone was much calmer, Han Shiyan cupped his hands and walked out the door without looking back.

The official looked at the door that opened and then closed. He suddenly grabbed the pen holder on the side and slammed it towards the door. He was old and had little strength. The pen holder was still far away from the door. Halfway down the road It fell to the floor with a loud noise.

Pieces of tiles flew everywhere, hitting walls and pillars.

Another small piece bounced back from the ground, passed between his feet, and hit the screen behind him.

Behind the screen, Zhang Chunting walked out slowly.

The official turned around and looked at the person behind him with gloomy eyes. He could no longer remember what Zhang Chunting's mother looked like, but he was sure that she was beautiful but definitely not to the extent that she was not like a mortal.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to throw her into the cold palace and forget about her.

In this way, a person who is a monster in every aspect, including appearance, ability, and body, is actually his son.

"Why don't the officials kill Han Yushi?"

"Because I am his uncle."

Zhang Chunting laughed softly. He lowered his eyebrows and concealed the sarcasm in his eyes, "Really?"

Some lies are repeated so much that they think they are telling the truth. (End of chapter)