The storm is coming.

No!

Now it is time for the dark clouds to crush the city.

In Yingtian City, the remarks related to the princelings are becoming increasingly popular, and all parties are paying attention to this matter.

Nowadays, even the people are circulating, is the prince unable to wait?

This sends a very bad signal.

That is, the rumors from the beginning have gradually become possible to be confirmed.

Eastern Palace.

There is still silence.

The palace gate was closed and all guests were refused.

The prince who lives in the eastern palace has never made a statement or given an explanation to the court.

As the cliques were mentioned in the court, the civil servants headed by Yang Shiqi, the cabinet left behind, had to calm down, and everyone was reducing unnecessary contact.

In Beijing, or the royal family members who were close to Yingtian submitted more memorials, almost flooding the Ministry of Revenue and blocking Xia Weizhe's old servant in the Ministry of Revenue and unable to get out.

Even so, the royal family led by King Zhao visited the Governor's Office of the Five Army during this period.

Later, news came out from the Governor's Office of the Five Army.

Recently, near Yingtian, all the troops in Yingjing Guard Camp were summoned back to the camp and reorganized and trained, and were not allowed to go out without orders.

In the city, the three major battalions were even issued by the regents, strictly ordering soldiers of each battalion to go out without orders.

When things affect the military.

The situation in Yingtian City is even worse.

Judging from the reactions of the governor and the prince of the royal family, it seems to give people the possibility that the prince wants to win over the military and conduct mutiny.

The state and royal family were constantly emphasizing the suppression of the officers and soldiers of various battalions for the sake of the Ming Dynasty.

...

The court is resting today.

The imperial village outside the city.

From the endless fields to the low mountains that are not high, looking around, there is a trace of autumn gradually.

Several huge chimneys were erected on the other side of the low mountain. A cement road was also beginning to advance from this and heading towards Yingtian City.

Here, it will become the first place for the production of basic roads in the Ming Dynasty and the first raw materials.

But it is not the most important place of origin, so there are not many stone mountains here that can be mined.

Under the shade of the trees that are gradually withering.

Since the Crown Princess took her out of the palace, she has never returned, and her three girls are neatly combed with the woman's hair.

The four old adults who were waiting to eat wild game were shook their heads silently. Their faces were a little depressed, but they were also a little relieved.

Not far away, at the lower air outlet.

Zhu Zhanji, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, was wearing a large flower apron on his chest, holding an oil pot and a brush on both hands.

In front of him was a long barbecue grill. The fiery red charcoal kept emitting heat, heating the beef and mutton on the rack, seasonal vegetables and vegetables to a level that was sufficient to be eaten.

The plump oil beads dripped from the skewers and hit the charcoal. A stinging sound immediately sounded, accompanied by a blazing smoke.

The spices are evenly applied to the body of the food, and the entire facade is evenly covered with rain and dew.

The fragrance drifts everywhere with the breeze.

Several huge sheep waists were specially kept by Zhu Zhanji and placed in the middle and burned.

Just like today the air gradually becomes cooler, even the air is filled with the joy of the autumn harvest.

Among the three girls, Wen Xiang was vaguely the most important thing, and brought Sun Ruowei and the two men in red, adding tea to the four old men, and also placing cold dishes on the table next to him.

Yang Shiqi sat north and south, as the main position. His eyes looked at the back of the low mountain from time to time. In just a few days, he looked at Zhu Zhanji who was grilling meat skewers and couldn't help but smile.

"Supporting the country is the most important thing to be steady." Yang Shiqi said lightly.

The other three people present.

Xia Yuanji, Minister of Revenue.

Jin Chun, Minister of Rites.

Song Li, Minister of Works.

When Yang Shiqi said this, the three of them understood the meaning of the words.

What I am talking about is the recent rumors about the princelings in Yingtian City.

Jin Chun probably said bluntly because she was younger than the other three, "They were angry and embarrassed and angry that they could not get the money, so they would do such a despicable villain."

Song Li nodded in agreement. According to his intention, the money in the Ministry of Revenue can now be regarded as the money accumulated in the Ministry of Revenue from the Ministry of Works.

Since he came to the imperial village a few days ago, Song Li has confirmed that the two million taels of silver were all used by the Taisun to use the construction of this new cement road.

With this understanding, can he, the Minister of Works, still let others take out money from Xia Weizhe's Ministry of Revenue?

Xia Yuanji shook his head: "Now the speech is completely out of control. Although we all know that, the court is now clear and free, and there is no so-called cliques. However, the people do not know it, and most of the world do not know it."

When something is mentioned repeatedly and instilled day and night, even if it is fake, it will become real in the end.

Xia Yuanji’s worries are not unreasonable.

Yang Shiqi's eyes flashed: "I was going to find the prince, but now the Eastern Palace... I thought about going out of the city to find the grandson first, but you three came together. Since that's the case, today we will discuss what the matter should be in the court and how to suppress the rumors in the city. Your Majesty is about to go south to Beijing. You can't wait for Your Majesty to come back and look at the mess everywhere."

Jin Chun curled his lips: "Mr. Yang, what do you think? Do you want me to wait for the pre-school Song, the old man Ouyang?"

This is about Ouyang Xiu’s old story.

Back then, a gentleman was friendly but not a party, which made a mess.

Although he was angry at the suppression of the old forces and was written in depression, he gave his opponent a chance to get into trouble.

Since ancient times, kings have been taboo about cliques.

The emergence of the cliques thought that the ministers who were originally orderly in the court would start to choose to take sides.

What followed was the earth-shaking political struggle.

This is not conducive to the rule of a dynasty and the existence of the majesty of the king.

Apart from shutting your mouth and having less contact, it is almost an unsolvable thing.

As Jin Chun spoke, the other three couldn't help but feel silent.

"The sheep's waist is roasted and cooked now! The knife skills are so good and the taste is appropriate! Old men, try it?"

Just as the four of them were silent, Zhu Zhanji's young voice came into everyone's ears. He was already holding an iron plate with a bunch of roasted lamb waists neatly placed on it, and placed on the dining table next to him.

The few people were slightly stunned.

I was still worried about the government affairs and state affairs just now, but now I was pulled to the waist of the sheep by this dead child in one sentence.

I am so old, can I bear such stimulation?

Zhu Zhanji had already set up a plate on the dining table next to him, and the iced fruit wine had already been brought to Wen Xiang.

Seeing the four old men not moving at all, they turned their heads and looked over: "How delicious, do the old men don't believe in my skills?"

As he said that, he actually picked up the iron plate again and kept squirting his palms.

The fragrance accompanied by a faint smell of sheep penetrated into the nasal cavity of the four old men.

The aroma is everywhere and the taste buds are filled.

I don’t know who it was, so I swallowed and spitted first.

Finally, Jin Chun stood up first.

He smiled and said, "The grandson personally handled it, how can I not eat me?"

As he said that, he ignored the others present and turned around and sat at the dining table.

Holding a string of the seemingly largest sheep's waist, he put the top one into his mouth with a click.

Jin Chun's gray beard was shaking constantly, from the corners of his eyes to the tips of his eyebrows, shaking differently.

He swallowed a piece of sheep's waist into his stomach. Jin Chun only glanced at it, then picked up the cold fruit wine in front of him and pressed it down in one sip.

Jin Chun raised his eyebrows and gently tapped his palm on the table.

“Comfortable!”

...

Jin Chun's performance made the three people on the tea table visit us curiously.

Yang Shiqi coughed lightly, covering up the saliva piled up in his mouth.
To be continued...