In the autumn of the fifth year of Qingli, Hong Zhu, a small eunuch in the palace, held a thick stack of documents, half hunched his body, and trotted all the way toward the room at Xijiaomen. His toes seemed to be stepping on the slightly wet ground without any hesitation. The hem of the light blue shirt he was wearing had been lifted up to avoid tripping, while his right hand was placed horizontally on the stack of documents, and his wide sleeves covered the documents tightly, for fear that the heavy clouds like lead in the sky would squeeze out a few drops of rain and wet the documents.

After crossing the threshold, following the handover procedures, and confronting the eunuchs in the house, Hong Zhu felt relieved, carefully painted the table, and handed over the documents in her arms.

The Secretariat was the central key position for Qing State to handle the government affairs. His usual status was not as important as it is today, because there was a prime minister in charge of the six ministries. Whenever the prime minister answered the memorial, he would always enter the palace to ask for an order. Now that the powerful prime minister Lin Ruofu has returned home in disgrace, the status of the Secretariat Province was suddenly highlighted. His Majesty mentioned several old ministers to join the Secretariat to discuss matters, and put the place of the matter outside the corner gate of the palace for easy contact.

Now the ones responsible for the important affairs of the court in the Secretariat of the Central Secretariat are Grand Secretary Shu and several old ministers.

The slightly cold autumn wind blew over from the square in front of the palace. Hong Zhu rubbed his hands, sniffed, and stood quietly outside the door, waiting for the old men to reply. He could not leave at this time, so he stood outside the door honestly, pricking his ears to listen to the movement inside.

Occasionally, officials walked past him and nodded politely to him. Hong Zhu knew his identity and quickly saluted with a smile. However, no one thought it was strange that he stayed outside the temporary study hall of the Secretariat, because everyone knew the duties of this little eunuch.

Occasionally, some young eunuchs sent to serve the old people in the palace to see him, salute him respectfully, and ask him to go to the side room next to him to hide. Hong Zhu didn't have so much courtesy to these young eunuchs, and nodded proudly, but still stood outside the door.

He is only sixteen years old this year, but he has such a small status in the palace. The reason is that his daily work is an extremely important part of the palace, and more importantly, his surname is Hong, so it has been circulating in the palace that he may be a relative of Mr. Hong.

Hong Zhu touched the little thorn that grew on the left side of his lower lip. He was a little annoyed. The Supervisory Office has arrested people these days, the memorials of the civil servants are so powerful, and the quarrels in the Secretariat are so quarrels. He ran several times a day in and outside the palace, and was so busy that he was so angry that he rushed out. He thought to himself that after returning to the palace, he would have to go to the kitchen to ask for a bowl of herbal tea.

The voice of the discussion inside the door was not very loud, but it still came into his ears.

"This is the affairs of the Supervisory Office. Your Majesty returns this memorial, I don't know what it means."

"Maybe..." The voice hesitated when he answered. "Does His Majesty feel that Fan Tisi is doing something too much recently?"

An old minister's angry voice sounded: "It's not just too much? Fan Xianming used the public power in his hands to attack dissidents! In just ten days, he arrested five ministers and was admitted to the hospital late at night. This is not like the imperial court's supervisory office, it is simply a bandit in his hands!"

Another voice of disagreement sounded: "Fan Tisi was open and upright. After these five ministers were arrested, he had detailed charges on the second day. The post was posted on the wall outside the Dali Temple, and the people of Kyoto knew very well. I saw that Lord Yan was a little over the words. What the Supervision Bureau did was to supervise the administration of officials. What has something to do with cracking down on dissidents? I think... it was still the five ministers who were not doing things right. This was the problem."

The old minister named Yan said angrily: "It's not a crackdown on dissidents? Then why did the Supervisory Office suddenly have so many actions after the Censorate last time?"

The man sneered and said, "If it is revenge, why did Lord Xiao Fan not take any action against the Censorate?"

"That's because His Majesty is wise and strictly prohibits the Supervisory Office from participating in the affairs of the Censorate!"

The man sneered even more ridiculous: "Why dare I ask Mr. Yan, what does the relationship between the Imperial Heavenly Prison and the Censor of the Censorate? If Fan Xian wanted to take revenge, why did he arrest the Imperial Heavenly Prison?"

Yan Xingshu, the Minister of Personnel, said coldly for a while, and then he said coldly: "No matter what, the Supervisory Office cannot expand the situation again. If they continue to arrest like this, do you have to arrest all the court officials?"

The man mocked and said, "Mr. Shangshu can rest assured. The Supervisory Office has no power to take action." The hidden meaning in this sentence is a bit sinister, implying that the Minister of Personnel is not upright, so he is so angry at the Supervisory Office to investigate the case. However, the power of the Supervisory Office is also limited, and the senior officials of the Third Grade and above cannot move.

Yan Xingshu's angry voice immediately reached the ears of the eunuch Hong Zhu outside the door: "It's really ridiculous! Do you want to watch the Supervision Bureau grow old from now on?"

The man who spoke first began to act as a peacemaker and said gently: "Don't be angry, and Xiao Qin should not say anything more. The Supervisory Office can only investigate the case, and it is not a special order, so it cannot be judged. These ministers..." He coughed twice and said: "If you are guilty or not, you must have a trial before Dali Temple. But Your Majesty's meaning is very clear. We must have an opinion."

The man called Xiao Qin said first: "The court affairs are handled by Your Majesty personally. As a minister, Qin dares not discuss too much."

Shangshu Yan said furiously: "I think this trend cannot be long. If Fan Xian acts randomly, will his colleagues really want me to have another Chen Pingping in the Daqing Dynasty?"

Hong Zhu, who was guarding outside the door, tiptoed and listened clearly to the conversation inside the door. A sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, thinking that the relationship between Your Majesty and Dean Chen was beyond your reach.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Qin Heng, the Counselor of the Privy Council, pushing out the door with a sneer on his face. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Qin, I'm in a hurry to return to the palace. When will I get it?"

Qin Heng was in his thirties and was the biological son of the Privy Council envoy of the Privy Council. He fought against the Northern Qi last year. He was the commander of the Qing army at that time. With his qualifications, he was not enough to join the Secretariat to discuss matters, but the veteran Qin has been ill since the last court, and his Majesty specially ordered Qin Heng to join the Secretariat to join the Secretariat to the Secretariat to the Secretariat to the Secretariat to the Secretariat to the Secretariat to the Secretariat to the Secretariat to the Qin family and also said that the Qing Kingdom still attaches supreme importance to military merits.

The Privy Council envoy of the old general Qin said that he was sick and did not court. The court officials originally thought that the Qin family was dissatisfied with the Supervisory Council's popularity and arrogance in the court. However, today, Hong Zhu couldn't help but wondered when he heard that Qin Heng was defending Fan Xian everywhere.

Qin Heng glanced at the little eunuch, smiled and said, "Let them quarrel, no one dared to rebel against His Majesty in the end. You, don't always eavesdrop here. Anyway, I'll give you eighteen courage, and you don't dare to use it as a joke to others. Why bother me to make myself bored?"

Hong Zhu lowered his eyebrows and smiled pleasingly. Seeing the most popular military stalwart in the court disappearing from the entrance to Gongfang, he shook his head in some uncertainty.

Not long after, the Secretariat discussed or quarreled, and the mediation of Grand Secretary Shu was finally over. The ministers tactfully noted their opinions on the documents. Please be cautious about this matter. After all, although the five ministers who were dismissed were not of high rank, they were all old people in the capital, so it was said that things hurt their kind. These civil officials were unwilling to see the Supervisory Office pull them off so easily.

So Hong Zhu held these documents again, lifted the light blue palace uniform to her waist, covered the documents with her sleeves, stood on tiptoe, arched her butt, and ran all the way to the palace.

From the Secretariat to the imperial study room in the palace, it was all under the clouds and in the eyes of everyone. Under the protection of the large inner guards, there was no expectation that anyone would harm the most important documents of Qing State. Hong Zhu was very proud when she ran away. Some palace maids greeted him with affectionate and soft eyes, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. In addition, the eyes of the little eunuchs turned a blind eye.

Running outside the imperial study room, Hong Zhuping lowered his eyebrows and pushed the door open with his eyes open. He carefully placed the document under the desk.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was frowning at the southern memorial, picked up a copy and read it. His brows became tighter and tighter, and his thin lips suddenly opened. He said coldly: "These mediocre people! Shu Wu only knows hehehaha, Yan Xingshu is a bit brave... Well, the boy from the Qin family is pretty good."

Hong Zhu didn't dare to listen to these emperors' thunder words, and stood quietly on the side, feeling extremely nervous.

The emperor waved.

Hong Zhu felt relieved and withdrew from the Imperial Study Room. Even today's work was over. He took several turns along the Blue Stone Road and came to the side of the Tai Chi Palace. In the side wing, there were several eunuchs playing with melon seeds. Seeing that he was coming, he quickly invited him to sit down and asked with a smile: "What's the strange thing today?"

Hong Zhu said impatiently: "Isn't I listening to those old people quarrel every day? There is nothing new?"

These eunuchs quickly complimented: "Eunuch Xiaohong travels between the Imperial Study Room and the Secretariat every day. The important things in our Daqing Dynasty are all happening under your nose, so naturally I don't think it's new."

Another interesting thing said: "That is, if we want to talk about the key points of our Daqing Dynasty, we will be held in our arms by Eunuch Xiaohong."

No matter how proud Hong Zhu was, he was wary of this. He quickly said with a serious face: "What are you talking about? I am just a slave!"

The eunuch laughed and said, "Apart from Your Majesty, everyone is a slave, our officials and gentry in Qing State... You don't know that your place name is revealed now. Even the young man bought embroidered cloth for the palace outside. When others heard that the young man had a good relationship with you, they would look at him differently. They all said that in Kyoto, except for the young man in Shangshu Mansion, you are the old man Xiao Hong."

Hong Zhu stretched out his hand to flatten the hair on his forehead and smiled, saying nothing. Although he knew that he was far from the same person as the little man who was so famous all over the world, everyone always liked to listen to flattery, especially when comparing himself to that person, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

At this moment, a figure walked over outside the door of the side hall. Several eunuchs quickly stopped talking. Hong Zhu also felt trembling in her heart. She saw clearly that the man Dai was the palace of Concubine Shu. Although he had received the task of holding the document, he was far inferior to that of Eunuch Dai in terms of grade.

It was not until Eunuch Dai left that a little eunuch spat on the ground, as if he felt that the silence just now was a little bit worse, and he said hatefully: "This Eunuch Dai is no longer as good as before. Fortunately, I haven't come back to my senses before. Why should we pay attention to him as bad as he is now?"

Hong Zhu's heart moved and asked, "What's wrong with Eunuch Dai?"

The little eunuch said with a smile: "A few days ago, the Censor General Xiao Fan pulled out Eunuch Dai. Although His Majesty finally beat the Censor with a stick, Eunuch Dai was also punished by a good life. Now I heard that not only did His Majesty take away the errand of Eunuch Dai's responsibilities to promulgate the imperial edict, but even the Imperial Concubine was preparing to drive him out of the palace."

Someone next to him said to Hong Zhu: "When Eunuch Dai was popular, he beat and scolded us. Now that he has lost his power, who else is willing to pay attention to him? He is the autumn leaves that fell into the mud, which is not as fresh as Eunuch Xiao Hong."

Hong Zhu became more and more vulgar as he heard the flattering words became more and more vulgar. He frowned and said a few casual words, then quickly walked out of the side hall.

He rushed forward along the giant pillar of His Highness, and finally in front of the stone gate that entered the harem. Seeing the somewhat depressed back of Eunuch Dai, he quickly ran forward and said with a plea: "Eunuch Dai, you are looking at you from afar. Come and pay your respects to you."

Eunuch Dai looked at him with some surprise. Recently, these little bastards in the palace have rarely been as polite as each other. He also knew that Hong Zhu was working in the imperial study recently and was getting popular. So he felt even more strange.

Hong Zhu didn't say anything, but just kindly fed the other party a cleverly complimentary sentence, making Eunuch Dai extremely happy, and then broke up.

Looking at Eunuch Dai who disappeared deep in the harem, Hong Zhu showed a smug smile on the corner of her lips at such a young age.

Others thought that Eunuch Dai would lose power, but Hong Zhu didn't think so, because since Eunuch Dai had something to do with the little Lord Fan outside the palace, he would definitely stand up again - Hong Zhu, the little eunuch, had no confidence in Eunuch Dai. But he had great confidence in Lord Fan Tisi.

Because he has been able to hear the discussions between the Imperial Study Room and the Secretariat every day, and know how popular that little Lord Fan is now! The Supervisory Office arrested five ministers within ten days! His Majesty has always maintained Zhongyun. No matter how big the Secretariat's opinions are and how strong the rebound is, he cannot move Fan Tisi at all!

Although the five ministers of the Ten Days were all officials under the third rank, Hong Zhu, as a eunuch in the deep palace, knew deeply that if such a big disturbance was caused, the little man Fan needed to be so courageous. And behind him, he stood what a backer - he often lived in the imperial study, and he knew clearly that this backer... was His Majesty the Emperor of Qing State!

Hong Zhu touched the acne that was about to burst out from his lips, and was extremely envious of the little Fan outside the palace, who was eye-catching by the world. He thought to himself that they were young people, how could they live so differently? It would be great if they could be attached to this little Fan through the relationship between Eunuch Dai.

The Imperial Heaven Supervision and the Ministry of Personnel, five consecutive Beijing officials were dismissed, and the darkness of the Supervision Institute began to cover the entire Kyoto.

However, the people in Kyoto do not value these things very much. Anyway, the unlucky ones are all officials, so what are they doing?

In the officialdom, the evaluation of the Supervision Bureau is more negative, and in addition to hurting the substance, it is more incomprehensible. No official can understand why the young Fantis attacked these seemingly inconspicuous officials.

Except for a very small number of people, no one knew that these officials who were dismissed from each tribe were important pawns in the secret system of the Second Prince.

Many people think that Fan Xian is taking revenge and is angry at the collective participation of the censor, but due to His Majesty's strict order, he cannot attack the Censorate. He is like a reckless man who is stimulated, holding a seven-pound pig-killing knife, roaring on the long street, and chopping everyone whenever he meets, especially killing children without any protection in order to vent their depression.

But...Fan Xian and Fan Tisi, judging from his performance in the past two years in Beijing, should not be such an impulsive and brainless person.

Fan Xian sat in the Xinfeng Pavilion with a smile, holding chopsticks in his right hand, stirring his whole body with red noodles with tempting meat sauce on it, and holding Mu Tie's case presented in his left hand to look at it. These cases were tried very quickly, and he prepared enough, and the evidence he received was very real. It seems that even if he was sent to Dali Temple or the Ministry of Justice for trial, there should be no problem.

Before the operation began, he of course asked his father and the old lame man for instructions, and both old foxes expressed silence. So Fan Xian knew their attitude.

This is something that must be done. He must make the second prince feel pain and make him more cautious when listening to Xinyang's words in the future, and at the same time reduce some trouble for himself.

However, the second prince's reaction was somewhat beyond Fan Xian's expectations. After He Zongwei was driven out of the mansion by himself, he did not send anyone to ask for peace. It was the prince's noble self-control that made him stop further contact, but the other party did not start to fight back. This matter was strange.

"Where is the Moon Tower?" Fan Xian asked curiously.

A trace of obscene expression appeared on Mu Tie's face.

Fan Xian smirked and scolded: "You are so old, go home and hold your grandson well, don't always think about these good things."

Mu Tie said bitterly: "Although Wangyue Tower is a brothel, it is the latest place to rise in Kyoto this year. I found it secretly that there should be a big man behind this building. There has been a lot of noise there recently, and it seems that some people are secretly planning something."

Fan Xian has no interest in brothels. On the Liujinghe River is the sphere of influence of Prince Jing Li Hongcheng. Although he is now in a secret confrontation with the second prince, he doesn't want to break up with Li Hongcheng so soon. If you have a friend, maybe what will happen in the future.

But he was very interested in Mu Tie's words: "Big man? How old?"

Mu Tie thought about it for a while and said, "This building is a bit evil and brave. He dares to do anything evil. In a few months, several women were forced to death... Seeing the silent attitude of the Kyoto Prefectural Prefecture, I am afraid that the person behind it... should be a prince."

Fan Xian became silent, not knowing whether the prince or the second prince was behind the Moon Tower. The eldest prince only liked to compete with others in the military every day. His Majesty's reward was generous, and there was no need for money for the time being.

In today's situation, it is definitely impossible for him to offend everyone at the same time. Thinking of the possibility of the Second Prince, he felt a little relieved and said to Mu Tie: "Find a time to explore. If this high-level brothel is the place that the prince used to contact the Beijing officials, then you can put a few people in."

Mu Tie shook his head: "It's tight to manage it, it's new, and it's difficult to get in for a while. Moreover, the Supervision Bureau only supervises all officials. There's no way for private businessmen."

Fan Xian looked at him with some annoyance and said, "Although the yard cannot control prostitutes, it can always control prostitutes' yamen. In short, you should keep a close eye."

There is a saying that he did not tell Mu Tieming that the second prince was too humble and quiet. Fan Xian always felt that the other party was holding a certain ace and was waiting to play it at some point.

After finishing the business, he did not return home, but instead sat in the carriage with some headaches and went directly to Prince Jing's Mansion.

Today, the whole Fan family is in Prince Jing’s Mansion.

When King Jing celebrated his birthday, he did not invite any foreign guests, but only invited Fan Shangshu's family. This kind of affection and kindness are placed here. Even if Fan Xian doesn't want to see Li Hongcheng now, he still has to go this trip.

When he walked into the palace, Fan Xian first remembered that a year and a half ago, he had recited Lao Du's poem by the lakeside of the palace, and then there was a later night banquet, Zhuang Mohan's vomiting blood, and Northern Qi's gifts - many reasons seemed to start from the quiet and noble palace in front of him.

Fan Xian suddenly remembered the precious books in the carriage. After he gave them to the Taixue, he still had no chance to take a look. Just as he was thinking, Li Hongcheng had already come up and held a bowl of sour paste outside the palace in his hand.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, took it and drank it, and said with a smile: "You know I'm greedy for this gulp outside your mansion." When he first came to Prince Jing's mansion, he had fainted and vomited, and he relied on a bowl of sour sauce to restore his energy.

Prince Li Hongcheng saw him with his eyes, shook his head and sighed: "You now have the power of supervision, and you can arrest anyone you want. Why don't you catch the sour pulp dealer outside our mansion back to your home?"

Fan Xian heard the blade in his speech and smiled bitterly: "I knew I couldn't escape this difficulty today. When you came over a bowl of sour sauce, I was surprised. I thought you had to punch him."

Li Hongcheng snorted, walked side by side with him into the palace, and said, "Do you still know I feel unhappy?" He glanced at Fan Xian and said hatefully, "It's not just me who doesn't understand, but the second brother doesn't understand. Since you are not the prince's person, why bother to pay attention to these things?"

Fan Xian shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Do you think I am willing to offend people everywhere? Or is it not the one who forced me to do it."
Chapter completed!