On the fourth day, an eunuch named Wang Degan came with the imperial edict. Yang Bo knew that the final judgment had finally come down and did not dare to neglect it. After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, the eunuch started to recite it with a sharp voice.

Yang Bo was lying on the ground and sweating profusely. Because Emperor Chongzhen's reprimanding tone was very harsh, Yang Bo even thought that even if he didn't behead him, he would be sentenced to prison and questioned. Unexpectedly, the imperial edict changed his last sentence. He was sentenced to three years of salary for his meritorious service in the rescue of Lushun. He made meritorious service to observe the effect. He also said that although Yang Bo spoke nonsense, he was not guilty of his words and was given a lighter punishment...

When Yang Bo heard this, he felt relieved and quickly thanked him not to mention it. After the eunuch finished promulgation, he approached Yang Bo's ear very affectionately and said softly: "Honey Cao said that the remaining silver will be compensated within three months. Lord Yang will not be untrustworthy, right?"

Yang Bo was stunned...

After leaving the palace gate, he didn't expect to see Chen Bilian and everyone greet him at the door. Yang Bo was overjoyed and ran forward and asked, "Why are you here?"

Chen Bilian gave him a blank look and said hatefully, "My husband is really good at it. Lord Wen said that you not only offended the gentry in the world, but even the emperor almost pulled you out and beheaded!"

Yang Bo waved to everyone and asked Chen Bilian softly: "Mr. Wen is a matchmaker, how much money did the eunuch collect?"

"Ten fifteen!" Chen Bilian was so angry that she wanted to twist Yang Bo's ears, but she was worried that Yang Bo's face would be difficult to deal with.

"What!" Yang Bo was furious

"That's for Lord Wen's sake!"

Chen Bilian rolled her eyes: "The dead eunuch sent someone to say that even if other families doubled, he might not be willing to do so."

"Die eunuch!" Yang Bo was indignant, but he was helpless.

"Young Master, although the court stick is cool, the world thinks it is so honorable! The young master's reputation will be remembered forever in the future!" The scholar said carefully.

Yang Bo stared at the scholar until the scholar felt sad.

"I've said a long time ago that the young master is so lucky, what are the only Jinyiwei Zhaozhu afraid of?" The scholar quickly flattered.

Yang Bo laughed, looked at the calf, scholar, and Xiaowu and others, and said with a smile: "Do you miss me? I have fed countless mosquitoes and bedbugs in it."

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The calf smiled foolishly: "The little lady is very fierce and she refuses to buy candy people!"

"Let's go. Yun Niang's adoptive father is still waiting for her husband to talk to you." Chen Bilian said: "You two followers, one is stupid, the other is lazy and the other is lazy and slick, and none of them is good!"

"Wait" Yang Bo turned around and suddenly knelt down towards the palace...

"The two hundred years of carnival banquet is not free. I hope Your Majesty can do it yourself!" Yang Bo said silently in his heart, kowtowed three times into the palace gate, and finally stared deeply at it before turning around.

"We won't come here next time, what's the best in the capital?" Chen Bilian said with great distress when she saw Yang Bo's cheeks lost a lot.

"I'm coming, but when I come next time, there will be no more people..." Yang Bo sighed.

Everyone turned a corner of the street. Seeing Wen Fang standing aside with a smile, Yang Bo felt moved. He followed Wen Fang to the corner, and a large carriage parked on the side of the road.

"The master is waiting for you in the car, go!" Wen Fang said nodding to the carriage.

Yang Bo lifted the curtain and got into the car. Wen Tiren looked at him with a smile. Yang Bo was grateful and bowed to Wen Tiren.

"Thank you for your help," Yang Bo said sincerely.

"Get up!" Wen Tiren gently tapped the wall of the carriage, and the carriage slowly moved.

Wen Tiren lowered his eyelids slightly and didn't say anything. Yang Bo sat opposite him, not knowing what to say...

"Zhiyi, do you know why Your Majesty forgives you easily?" Wen Tiren suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

Yang Bo thought for a while and scratched his head, "It's because His Majesty is magnanimous and the Lord is running up and down, so the young man is able to get out of the disaster."

Wen Tiren snorted and shook his head and said, "Your Majesty is conceited and suspicious, but he is worthy of fame. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't save you!"

When Yang Bo heard Wen Tiren talk about Emperor Chongzhen's temperament, he dared not answer.

Wen Tiren looked at Yang Bo and said, "If Zhixian had not been regarded as a thorn in his eyes by Donglin and a thorn in his flesh, I would not have dared to use you with confidence. What are your plans after this?"

Yang Bo smiled foolishly and said, "The villain is a rough man, and those literary words cannot be expressed. The adults can only repay the kindness of the young, the kindness of the young, the kindness of the support of each other in the future."

Wen Tiren suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Yang Bo like lightning: "Ruch man? I'm too humble in my heart!"

Yang Bo quickly leaned over and thanked again: "The villain dare not deceive the adults, but the villain's mind is indeed very simple. After returning to Lushun, the villain planned to recruit refugees and build a large summit. It took more than half a year to prepare for war. At present, he only hopes to be at peace with the Tartars."

Wen Tiren shook his head: "No!"

Yang Bo's heart sank and said loudly: "Sir, after the bloody battle of Lushun, the soldiers were killed or injured, and they were really unable to provoke a dispute."

Wen Tiren sneered and said, "Don't I know your background? But you don't think about it. The censors in the court are eyeing each other. If there is no record of battle, can you survive for half a year?"

Seeing Yang Bo silent, Wen Tiren said again: "Knowing that you are idle, the trees are in the forest, and the wind will destroy them. Do you know how many people are waiting to join you, and how many people are ready to take action? If there is any mistake, even if I can't protect you?"

Yang Bo sighed and said in a deep voice: "It depends on the orders of the Lord!"

Wen Tiren nodded. He thought Yang Bo was his confidant and said in circles: "After going back, concentrate on training troops, don't pay attention to those mundane affairs anymore. In two months, more than 300 beheaded, it must be all true and innocent!"

Yang Bo nodded and said, "My sir, I have recorded all the younger ones. Two months, three hundred heads!"

Wen Tiren stroked his beard: "I know how idle, don't blame me for forcing you very much. I think you are a confidant and don't hide it from you. I took over as the chief minister in June, and now it's been three months. Back then, I was determined to win the position of chief minister, but now I've become the chief minister. Oh, it's so cold that I can't stand the high ground..."

Yang Bo said silently. He knew that Wen Tiren racked his brains for the position of chief minister and used all kinds of means to defeat Zhou Yanru. For this reason, he was deeply hated by Donglin. After all, there was only one chief minister. When he sat on it, he realized that there was an emperor like Chongzhen who had to make trouble for everything in every detail, and a bureaucrat who disobeyed the emperor. The chief minister was just a sound tube between the two, and was still taken out as a scapegoat, which was far less than a fish in water as a minister as a cabinet minister.

After Wen Tiren came to power, he felt that he was bound everywhere. He changed his previous lonely way of dealing with things, and began to form cliques, cultivate confidants, and refute the memorials of the six ministries. He said that it was okay to form cliques or for personal gain. Everyone was struggling for his own destiny. Wen Tiren might not have thought that he would end in a very abrupt way in the future, right? What would his destiny be like? Yang Bo was also very moved when he thought of this.

"After Lushun reports the victory, I will submit a memorial to get 100,000 yuan in food and salary every year. In addition to the six ministries and the supposed reduction, Jimo Camp should be able to pay a full salary of nine months." Wen Tiren knew the reason of slapping a sweet date in the face, and gave up the conditions that Yang Bo could not refuse.

"Thank you for your care." Yang Bo didn't know how Wen Tiren planned to operate his military achievements this time, but he didn't suffer any losses, but he was just a little anxious.

"If you know how to be idle, there will be no fish when the water is clear. Sometimes, it is difficult to solve the problem by butcher knives. Local affairs are not a long-term solution..." Wen Tiren said meaningfully.

Yang Bo naturally nodded repeatedly. Wen Tiren didn't know that there were no gentry in Liaodong? They were all his own people.

Wen Tiren said again: "After the establishment of the water camp, Wen Fang will go to Dengzhou to contact you. In the future, you will not be able to fool me. I know how many people give gifts but I don't care about it?"

Yang Bo was sweating profusely when he heard this. Wen Tiren complained that he was too light in giving gifts. He quickly said: "Don't worry, Mr. Wen's business can be better at Dengzhou. But villains also have some ways to make money. But the affairs are complicated and there is no time to take care of him. Yang Bo is ashamed."

Wen Tiren snorted, knocked on the wall of the carriage with his hand, and the carriage slowly stopped.

"Thank you for helping me, I'm here for my life." Yang Bo knew that everything he should say was finished, so he kowtowed and said goodbye.

"Save life?"

Wen Tiren chuckled: "Zhiyi, I don't know who will save whom in the future?"

Yang Bo was shocked and asked, "Why did you say this unknown? The villain is dull, please tell me? If anyone is in a dilemma with the adult..."

Wen Tiren refused to answer, but asked back: "How do Zhixian view the Donglin Party members?"

Yang Bo thought for a while and said, "A group of hypocrites who are not afraid of Ming ideology, are not afraid of Qing Notice, suck people's ointment and blood, eat the country's official offerings, control the government's affairs, and evaluate the turbid officials..."

Wen Tiren laughed and said, "Okay, hypocrite, what you are saying is good, but I asked again, what is morality?"

Yang Bo said in a deep voice: "A villain does not know what morality is, but a villain only knows virtue means self-discipline."

Wen Tiren was stunned for a while, looked up carefully at Yang Bo, and then said slowly: "The core doctrine of the Donglin Party members is nothing more than to hope for morality, reorganize morality, and know how to know leisure. Why does the Donglin Party want to control morality?"

Yang Bo replied: "Murder!"

Wen Tiren nodded in approval: "Yes, killing people, how can I respond to it?"

Yang Bo looked evil and didn't say anything.

Wen Tiren laughed and said, "Did Zhixuan have murderous intentions again? Some things cannot be solved with a knife, and some people cannot be killed with a knife!"

Seeing Yang Bo confused, Wen Tiren said, "It's just that with your spear, you attack your shield. I have always believed in ancient times to achieve great things. Not only do you have extraordinary talents, but you must also have perseverance. Remember!"

Before getting off the bus, Wen Tiren suddenly remembered something and told him: "Zhiyi, some people's money cannot be owed, so you can do it yourself."

Wen Tiren's carriage had disappeared from the corner of the street, and Yang Bo was still singing Wen Tiren's words in a daze: "Those who accomplished great things in ancient times not only had extraordinary talents, but also had perseverance."
Chapter completed!