Chapter 120 The twenty-ninth chapter of Begging for Survival and Returning to the Palace

In mid-April, Zhang Juzheng, who had been ill for a long time, felt that his body was exhausted and he was unable to perform his duties as the chief assistant, so he handed over to the emperor "Beg for the Body to Return to Lishu", saying, "I look forward to the sage's mercy, and the courtiers have no pretense." Knowing that the minister's feelings are not what he has already obtained, he gave the bones early and returned to his hometown. If he does not fill the ditch immediately, it can still be used in the future.After the Emperor Wanli read it, he personally issued the edict and ordered the eunuch Zhang Jing, the supervisor of ceremonies, to send it to Zhang's mansion.Imperial date:

Instruct Taishi Zhang Taiyue: Since I have reached the peak of my age, Mr. Lai has inspired and helped me, and my heart is endless. So far, for ten years, the world has risen to peace.I bow down and accept it, sir, it is really enough to honor the late emperor to take care of his life.I rely on you so much, but Mr. has repeatedly resigned and reluctantly left me? I know that Mr. is exhausted by working hard on state affairs, but you might as well take care of it in Beijing.Mr. Concentrates on nourishing the spirit, saving thoughts, recovering naturally, and comforting my tiredness day and night.Forty taels of Yuanfu silver ingots, two boxes of sweets, two boxes of dry snacks, and one point for burning and cutting were bestowed by the imperial court.This is it.

Originally, regarding Zhang Juzheng's condition, Empress Dowager Li had issued an order to keep it strictly confidential, but Zhu Yijun listened to Zhang Jing's suggestion and ordered the Secretary of General Administration to report Zhang Juzheng's "Beggar's Body Returning to Lishu" together with the above imperial edict to the mansion. published on.In this way, all the officials in the world knew that Zhang Juzheng was seriously ill, it seemed that he was suffering from an incurable disease, and the emperor's favor and trust in this teacher was as much as ever.People in the officialdom are the most adaptable to the wind. As early as more than a month ago, some officials in the capital set up a dojo as the chief assistant to pray for blessings.For example, Qian Pu, the right servant of the Ministry of Industry, insisted on setting up a Guanyin altar in Zhaoning Temple, hanging banners, hanging banners, ringing bells and chimes for three days.At that time, although some people in the same way praised Qian Pu for his transparent mind and deep affection for the first assistant.But more officials thought he was just a sycophant. Some ridiculed him for being a Bodhisattva with paper lanterns, and some laughed at him for being a dojo in a screw shell.Now seeing the emperor's edict, everyone felt that Qian Pu had the foresight.So, those who made sarcastic remarks at the beginning, now all want to get involved in the profit market.All of a sudden, hundreds of temples and temples in the capital were all hired by officials of various yamen to pray for the chief assistant. He changed his official robes into Tsing Yi and wore a corrugated hat and rushed to the temple to sing scriptures and verses.There are second-rank officials here, as well as pawns who can't handle chopsticks, and all of them are so busy that they are somersaulting in the faint.As the saying goes, blessings come to the soul, and misfortunes come to the gods.The lowly officials in the capital don't think about misfortunes and misfortunes at this time, what they want is this kind of form that is enough to show loyalty.Soon, this wind of praying for blessings spread to Nanjing. Although the officials in Liudu were clearer, they were afraid of officials who were looking for bones in eggs, and even more afraid of small reports from villains who were determined to climb up.Therefore, they all copied Beijing's model in a swarm, or contributed funds alone or joined forces to pray for disaster relief. The originally quiet market suddenly became very restless.Those Qingliang Temple, Jiming Temple, Yongqing Temple, Jinling Temple, Lulong Temple, Baoen Temple, Tianjie Temple, Zutang Hall, etc. dotted in the mountains and rivers behind Zhongshan Mountain, have set up dharma tents everywhere, Incense lamp spells; day and night, all the people running on the street are radiated chariots and horses praying for the blessing of the first auxiliary disease:

The two capitals are like this, how can the senior officials in various places be willing to lag behind? First, the big cities of Tongyi, and later spread to the small counties of Bianbi, all of them have established Taoist temples.At that time, performances from Qin, Jin, Chu, Henan, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou and other parts of the country rushed to Beijing, and nine out of ten were to greet the first assistant.But although the offerings of wine and fruit and the burning of cypresses on the altars were full, they could not alleviate Zhang Juzheng's condition at all.Look at the middle of June, about June 19th, Zhu Yijun, Emperor Wanli, received Zhang Juzheng's "Zhou Geng Sheng Huan Shu" from Zhang Juzheng:

Yesterday, the minister begged for a rest, and according to the imperial decree: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I am very special day and night. Thinking about it, how could it be possible to play this suddenly? I read it, and I am still uneasy, and I am still allowed to give false treatment.You should take pictures with peace of mind, and when you recover, you will come out to assist me, so as to comfort me.The Ministry of officials knows, Qin this. "The heartfelt thoughts have not been answered; the depression has become more and more serious. It is said that people's desire to do something in the world depends entirely on spiritual encouragement. Today's energy is exhausted, so I stay here. It's just a walking dead ear, how will I use it ?It's like the dew in the morning before the day, it will make the minister feel the pain of the death of the guest, and the emperor will also lose the benevolence of protecting the end. The reason why the minister groans and wails is that he can't speak for himself.

The emperor Fu Wang pityed his ministers for ten years of exhaustion, and he gave them the bones early, and they returned to the village alive.If you don't die immediately, there is still a day to be effective in the future. Feng Bao personally sent this urgent book to the West Nuan Pavilion of Qianqing Palace. After he read it to Zhu Yijun, Zhu Yijun took it and read it again carefully. After a long time, he put it down and asked: "Big Companion, is this Mr. Zhang's begging book?" "Eighth Way." Zhu Yijun pondered, and said: "In the past two months, I have written eight scriptures, and each one is more sad than the last. In this scripture, Mr. Zhang said that he was afraid of the death of the guest in the capital. After hearing this, I felt really sad. "

Feng Bao grasped the emperor's mood, sad is sad, but more panic, he said: "I've heard people say that Mr. Zhang is now skinny and out of shape, his spleen and stomach are too weak to eat, and he often falls into a coma for most of the day." "Civil and military officials in the world, how many people are praying for him, why can't it work at all?" "Hey, this is called life, fate is determined by God..." "How much is Mr. Zhang expensive this year?" "He was born in Jiashen year, fifty-eight years old this year." "Big companion, you are sixty-five years old this year."

"yes." "Mr. Zhang is seven years younger than you. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so ill!" "Hey, he has been prime minister for ten years, and he is exhausted physically and mentally." Feng Bao said with red eyes. "Big companion, didn't you build a dojo for Mr. Zhang?" Zhu Yijun asked again abruptly. "I..." Feng Bao raised his eyes and noticed that Zhu Yijun was looking at him strangely. He hurriedly said, "After all, this old slave is in front of Long Live Lord, how dare he make a mistake?" "How is it a mistake to build a dojo?"

"Once this old slave builds a dojo, it is tantamount to explaining to the world that Mr. Zhang suffers from an incurable disease. Doesn't this violate the will of your Long Live Lord?" "That's right, it's my big buddy who thinks well," Zhu Yijun nodded, and said, "I see Mr. Zhang's note, which means a farewell. You can go to Mr. Zhang's house now and have a look. If Mr. Zhang really If it’s too late, the imperial court has to pre-arrange the funeral affairs for him. Regarding the imperial court’s government affairs and the candidates for the cabinet ministers, if he has any confessions, he should also ask them.”

Zhu Yijun's attitude was surprisingly calm, not like someone in grief at all.Feng Bao noticed this and shuddered.Immediately said goodbye and came out, with tears in my eyes, boarded the sedan chair and headed for Shamao Hutong. After entering June, the atmosphere in Zhang Dashi's mansion became particularly tense, and the faces of people who came in and out all showed sorrow.Of Zhang Juzheng's six sons, Yunxiu, the youngest, is twenty years old.They all took turns on duty, waiting day and night before their father's sick bed, not daring to leave for a moment.Although they kept their father's condition secret in front of outsiders, they were secretly preparing for the funeral.As soon as Feng Bao arrived at Zhang's mansion, Zhang Juzheng's six sons rushed to the sedan hall to greet him after hearing the news.As soon as Feng Bao got off the sedan chair, he hurriedly asked Zhang Juzheng's eldest son, Jingxiu:

"How is your lord doing now?" Before Zhang Jingxiu could speak, he choked up: "My father has not had water or rice for three days, and in the morning he struggled to write a piece of "Begging for Life and Huan Shu" to the emperor, and now he is falling asleep again." "Where's the doctor on duty?" "Yes." The imperial physician pushed forward from behind the crowd. Feng Bao glanced at him and asked, "Tell me about the condition of the first assistant..." The imperial doctor reported: "The humble officer just returned the pulse to the first assistant, and it was already very weak. When I pressed it hard, I felt that the inch pulse seemed to exist, but the closed pulse was slippery, and the chi pulse was like dripping water in front of the eaves. elephant." After hearing this, Feng Bao hurriedly came down to Zhang Juzheng's sickbed in the backyard under Zhang Jingxiu's guidance.At this moment, Zhang Juzheng's eye sockets were sunken, his complexion was scorched black, and his stalwart body in the past had shrunk into pieces like pieces of firewood. He was lying on the wide hospital bed like a reed floating in the swamp.Seeing this appearance, Feng Baoyan couldn't help the hot tears that had been held back for a long time.Counting it, it has only been more than a month since we saw each other, but I didn't expect Zhang Juzheng to completely change his five appearances.It was already hot summer in June, but Zhang Juzheng was still covered with a big quilt, it could be seen that the vitality in his body had been exhausted.Feng Bao stretched out both hands and tightly held Zhang Juzheng's right hand exposed outside the bed, like holding a piece of ice.Probably because of being disturbed, the sleepy Zhang Juzheng's eyelids moved a little. Seeing this, Jingxiu hurriedly bent down and shouted softly: "Father, Eunuch Feng saw you coming." Zhang Juzheng's eyelids moved again, but they still couldn't open them.The two blood-stained lips were moving with difficulty, and a drop of saliva rolled down from the corner of his mouth. Feng Bao took the handkerchief Jingxiu handed him, and personally wiped the water stains on his face.Seeing him like this, Feng Bao really couldn't bear to disturb him, but firstly, he had the "Holy Mandate", and secondly, he had pretended to have something to say, if he didn't talk today, he feared that he might not have another chance in the future.Therefore, he had no choice but to make up his mind, stretched out his hand and shook Zhang Juzheng's shoulder, and shouted softly: "Mr. Zhang." Perhaps because the voice was so familiar, Zhang Juzheng's body shook, and he opened his eyes all of a sudden, but his eyes were blurry, so that he couldn't see clearly.Jingxiu asked the maid to grab a hot face towel and carefully wiped his father's face.Zhang Juzheng's dry eyeballs rolled a few times with difficulty, and finally, his vacillating eyes finally fell on Feng Bao. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth a few times, and finally spit out a word Come: "soup." Jing Xiu thought it was a medicinal soup, so he hurriedly asked the maid to take the medicine jar and decant it into a bowl, Zhang Juzheng shook his head.After all, Feng Bao had experience, so he guessed that Zhang Ju just wanted to gather energy to talk to him, so he asked: "Does Mr. Zhang want to drink ginseng soup?" Zhang Juzheng nodded.Jingxiu fried a bowl of strong ginseng soup and offered it, and helped Zhang Juzheng to feed him a few mouthfuls.The warm ginseng soup caused Zhang Juzheng to choke, and after a while, he finally struggled to speak, but his voice was weak: "Eunuch Feng, thank you for coming to see me." Feng Bao replied with tears: "The emperor ordered this old man to come, and the emperor has received your "Zaiqiansheng Huanshu"." As soon as the emperor was mentioned, Zhang Juzheng suddenly showed some anger in his absent-minded eyes, and he asked dumbly, "Is the emperor ready to play?" Feng Bao replied: "The emperor wants you to rest in peace and recuperate from illness." "Healing?" Zhang Juzheng showed a wry smile, and continued intermittently, "Bugu has taken care of him for half a year, but he has not improved. I don't have much time left now. As long as I close my eyes, I will see my father. Alas, Bugu can't do it all the time. Filial piety, I only hope that after death, I can serve his old man under the nine fountains." Feng Bao listened to the words of these wandering souls, feeling sad in his heart, turned his face away and secretly wiped away his tears, and quickly cut to the chase and said: "Mr. Zhang, the emperor knew that you were seriously ill, so he sent an old man here to express condolences. The emperor has the intention to allow you to resign as chief assistant and let you return to your hometown. It's just that you are like this, how can you bear the bumpy journey? It seems that you only I can rest in the mansion, and when my condition improves, it will not be too late to make a final decision." "Bugu himself knows that this disease cannot be cured. It seems that Bugu is really going to die in the capital." Zhang Juzheng put in a lot of effort to say these words. Feng Bao was worried that he would not be able to hold on, so he asked Jingxiu to feed him a few sips of ginseng soup, and then said: "Mr. I won’t be able to preside over cabinet affairs for a while, do you want to add more cabinet ministers?” Zhang Juzheng didn't answer, he started to feel dizzy again, Jingxiu wanted to put a hot towel on his forehead, and shouted into his ear: "Father, Eunuch Feng asks you, do you want to add more cabinet ministers?" Zhang Juzheng regained consciousness for a while, he tried hard to think, stared at Feng Bao firmly, and asked in a daze: "Is it your intention to increase the cabinet ministers, or the emperor's intention?" "Of course it is the emperor's intention." Feng Bao replied immediately. With the help of Jingxiu, Zhang Juzheng got up and coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, and when he lay down again, his mind suddenly became clear.He figured that the emperor had already started to arrange funeral arrangements for him, and felt desolate in his heart.After suffering from illness for so long, he has become indifferent to his own life and death, but what worries him the most is the selection of the cabinet ministers.If the person to succeed the first assistant is not selected well, the Wanli New Deal that I have spent ten years implementing has the potential to be destroyed.During his serious illness, he thought about this question again and again, and wanted to complete the selection of cabinet ministers and the handover of the chief assistant while he was still able to control the situation, but he asked the emperor repeatedly, but the emperor refused to approve it.Until today, the emperor only asked when he didn't even have the strength to swallow, but he knew that at this time, the role he could play was already minimal.Most of the reformist officials he had his eyes on were too young to be admitted to the cabinet. Even if a few had enough seniority, they were often criticized because they offended many people. In addition, their lives would soon come to an end. I am afraid that it is impossible to select cabinet ministers according to one's own requirements against all opinions.Despite this, the names of several ministers were still revolving in his mind like a revolving lantern. He licked his dry lips and tried to cheer up and said: "At present, Zhang Siwei and Shen Shixing are two assistant ministers in the cabinet. In terms of calmness and sophistication, Shen Shixing is stronger than Zhang Siwei, but Zhang Siwei is old and has already taken the position of second assistant. Once Bugu dies, he will definitely replace Zai Kui. job..." While Zhang Juzheng was panting, Feng Bao interjected and said: "This old man looks at this Zhang Fengpan, he is quite humble in front of Mr. Zhang." "That was when Bugu was in charge of the government. Bugu can't guarantee what will happen to him in the future." Speaking of this, Zhang Juzheng added, "This person is too smooth." During Zhang Siwei's tenure as a cabinet minister, he often secretly bribed Feng Bao behind Zhang Juzheng's back, and the two had already had a heated fight in private.Feng Bao always thought that Zhang Siwei was Zhang Juzheng's confidant, but he didn't expect Zhang Juzheng to be wary of him, so he couldn't help asking in surprise: "Are you afraid that Zhang Fengpan will change your reform ideas?" "Yes, this is what Bugu is most worried about," Zhang Juzheng said, panting heavily, and after a while, he said again in pain, "If the Wanli New Deal cannot continue, and Bugu is under the nine springs, it will be difficult to rest in peace. !" Hearing the heartfelt words that pierced the Qi Zha, Feng Bao was greatly moved, and he was still thinking about state affairs at the end of the day, all the ministers of the court, except for Zhang Juzheng in front of him.Who else could do this? But what Feng Bao was thinking about at this time was not whether the "Wanli New Deal" could continue, but worried that if Zhang Juzheng left, he would be alone in the court.In the past, whenever the emperor played his temper in front of him, he felt a vague sense of crisis.At this moment, this sense of crisis suddenly magnified, he felt his throat was dry and smoked, he swallowed desperately, and said impatiently: "Mr. Zhang, according to the old man, you need to be stuffed!" "It's not a stuffer," Zhang Juzheng corrected, thinking the word was dirty and suspected of conspiracy, "It's to pick a few honest and reliable ministers to enrich the cabinet." Feng Bao nodded repeatedly, and replied: "That's what I mean, Mr. Zhang, have you chosen someone?" Zhang Juzheng's body was already extremely weak, even though the conversation didn't take much time, it still made him unable to hold on.At this time, he took the initiative to ask for the ginseng soup to take a few sips, panting and said with difficulty: "Back then, Bugu had selected six ministers for the banquet for the emperor. Among them, Zhang Siwei and Shen Shixing had already entered the cabinet, and Xu Guo, Yu Shenxing, Yu Youding, etc. were candidates for the cabinet ministers. Bugu Zeng I have recommended them to the emperor more than once, and now it seems that the one who can immediately enter the cabinet to take on important tasks is Yu Youding, the left servant of the Ministry of Officials." When Feng Bao heard the name, he immediately thought of Wang Guoguang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials.But it is said that Zhang Juzheng took charge of the cabinet in the sixth year of Longqing, and the first batch of six ministers appointed, now only one Wang Guoguang is left.In the past ten years, the officials of the six ministries, nine ministers, and eighteen major yamen have changed one after another. Such famous ministers as Yang Bo, Ge Shouli, Tan Lun, Wang Zhigao, Yin Zhengmao, Li Yihe, and Wang Chonggu, some Some died in ancient times.Only this Wang Guoguang accompanied Zhang Juzheng from beginning to end through every journey through wind and rain.If we talk about Zhang Juzheng's selfishness, he hopes that Wang Guoguang can take over his position as chief assistant, but this matter will never be possible: first, Wang Guoguang is over 60 years old; A precedent for serving as the chief assistant.After taking office, the first assistant can also serve as the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, but after becoming the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, he can no longer be the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, because the Minister of the Ministry of Officials is the head of the six departments, named Tianguan, and has great authority.Emperor Hongwu formulated this employment measure at the beginning, with the intention of keeping Tianguan and Zaifu in check.Later, the Tianguan was also under the leadership of Zaifu, and its restraining role has disappeared.However, the system of not selecting the first assistant from the Minister of the Ministry of Officials has been retained.Feng Bao guessed that it was Wang Guoguang's idea to promote Yu Youding into the cabinet. Since the fifth year of Wanli, after Wang Guoguang succeeded Zhang Han in charge of the Ministry of Officials, he recommended his protégé Yu Youding as the left servant of the Ministry of Officials.Previously, Yu Youding had been recommended by Zhang Juzheng to be the emperor's lecturer, and at the same time he was appreciated by two important ministers. Yu Youding could be said to be proud of himself.Since the Ministry of Human Resources, Wang Guoguang has relied heavily on Yu Youding, just like Wei Xuezeng.Yu Youding is capable of handling affairs, and has won unanimous praise in the officialdom for several years, and even the emperor has some favors for him.At this time, Zhang Juzheng listed Yu Youding as the first choice for adding cabinet ministers, which was obviously the result of Wang Guoguang's recommendation.Feng Bao speculates that Wang Guoguang recommended Yu Youding Renge to protect himself, but he also admits that Yu Youding is indeed an ideal candidate.However, Feng Bao also wanted to cultivate his own influence among the cabinet ministers, so he said in a roundabout way: "Yu Youding has gained a lot of political fame in recent years, so he is a qualified candidate, but he should not be the only candidate for cabinet ministers, right?" Zhang Juzheng heard the words, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Of course there is more than one. If my husband has someone to choose, I can also recommend it." Feng Baolue paused, and replied: "I have no right to ask about the selection of foreign ministers, but for the sake of my husband, it is more appropriate to think of someone." "Who?" "Pan Sheng." "You recommend him?" Zhang Juzheng's eyes flashed.Don't look at his Mingruo Yousi's trance-like expression, but he was not confused at all. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a while, and then said quietly, "This Pan Sheng is my protégé, and I had high hopes for him. But he came to Nanjing Later, he was criticized for his work and was suspected of being corrupt to ink. He was impeached many times by the Nanjing authorities, and he had no choice but to apply for an official position. Is it appropriate to recommend him again this time?" After Feng Bao listened quietly, he had heard about these things before, but he still wanted to intercede for Pan Sheng. You can control it completely, just listen to what he said: "Mr. Zhang, although Pan Sheng has problems, he is one of his own. Let others take over, and he won't cross the river and tear down the bridge no matter what." "Well……" Zhang Juzheng really didn't have the energy to argue, but the expression on his face was hesitant, Feng Bao didn't care whether Zhang Juzheng liked to listen or not, he just tried to persuade himself: "Mr. Zhang, at this time, you have to think about what's behind you. The old man is sixty-five years old this year, and he also races horses on the wall. The path is not long. Now he can last for a day. With us in the supervisor Sit down, your Wanli New Deal, even if someone wants to change it, they have to go through our barrier first, but in the cabinet, you have to have someone who can rest assured to control it. If you get some dubious people there, one day will come. Noisy in the emperor's ear at night, calling black into white and white into black, the emperor is only twenty years old after all, can you keep his ears from being soft?" "Everyone understands what Eunuch Feng said, but I just recommend Pan Sheng, I'm afraid it won't be popular..." Zhang Juzheng's voice was already vague, and Jingxiu kept changing hot towels to apply to his forehead, which stimulated him , this helped somewhat, Zhang Juzheng paused for a while, then murmured reluctantly, "Since we can't find a better person, I'm afraid we have to recommend him, but don't worry, the emperor will not agree." "Don't worry about that," Feng Bao moved his head closer and whispered into Zhang Juzheng's ear, "Your Majesty will agree to any request you make now." Zhang Juzheng didn't say anything, he just stared in surprise. Feng Bao continued: "You are both the emperor's minister and teacher, even if the emperor doesn't accept your last suggestion sincerely, even if you show it to the world, he has to accept it." "emperor!" Zhang Juzheng finally yelled tremblingly, Feng Bao's words hurt his heart, and many past events rushed to his heart.At this time, he was calm on the surface, but deep down in his heart, he was overwhelmed.I saw his protruding throat slid a few times, and he wanted to say, "I, the minister of fate, have come to an end. I have been in power for ten years, and I have offended many people in the world for the court and society. , a powerful and powerful family. Now that I am exhausted, maybe within a few days, I will be safe and sound, and those who hate me will wait for the opportunity to counterattack, but I have no reputation..." Although the words were not uttered, Feng Bao had already "read" the meaning from Zhang Juzheng's increasingly gloomy eyes. He couldn't help sobbing, and comforted him: "Mr. Zhang, don't think wildly, with the emperor here, How can the shrimps in those mud ditches turn over the waves." Unexpectedly, these ordinary comforting words caused Zhang Juzheng's body to tremble violently. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to say "I wish so", but he couldn't utter a single word.The people in the room could only hear the sound of phlegm in his throat.Seeing that his eyes were protruding, his lips were black, and his fingers were bent and trembling—a string was about to break.Feng Bao hastily called the imperial physician to come in, at the same time he was consoling and pinching him, he frantically rescued Zhang Juzheng for a long time, finally calmed down, but he could no longer speak with his eyes open.Feng Bao thought that staying any longer would irritate Zhang Juzheng too much, so he got up to leave.Zhang Juzheng looked at him with begging eyes, which meant he was asked to stay and sit for a while.Feng Bao thought this was a farewell, his nose soured, and tears rolled down his face.Zhang Juzheng's lips trembled, and Feng Bao saw that he seemed to have something to say, so he ordered him to be poured with ginseng soup. Seeing Zhang Juzheng's pain, the imperial doctor reminded him in a low voice: "Ginseng soup is useless now." "Is there any way to make him speak?" Feng Bao asked eagerly. "We can only inject acupuncture into his Mingmen, Yongquan, Hegu and other acupoints to stimulate his excitement, but in this way, it is tantamount to exhausting the vitality remaining in his body." Feng Bao understood what the imperial physician meant, and he was afraid that a few injections would speed up Zhang Juzheng's death, but he couldn't care about that much now, what he wanted to hear was that Zhang Juzheng was at the last moment of his life, and he wanted to say something, so he ordered the imperial physician to hurry up Acupuncture. The silver needle inserted into the acupoint really had a miraculous effect. Zhang Juzheng straightened up, and finally he was able to speak again, but his voice was so low that he could hardly hear clearly: "Eunuch Feng, there is one more thing, I trouble you to tell the emperor." "Please tell Mr. Zhang." Feng Bao's ear was almost on Zhang Juzheng's mouth. "In March, I asked the beggars to make troubles. The Ministry of Households provided relief to the prefectures and counties in Gyeonggi Province. Are the victims properly settled?" "It's already done." The imperial physician kept turning the silver needle, for fear that Zhang Juzheng would die.Xu Shi came back to the light, and Zhang Juzheng's words became clearer, and he was able to write a speech. He said: "Tell the emperor, you can't just listen to the memorials of the government offices. Today's officials are lying too much. We should let the officials and the officials talk to each other." The Household Department, together with the three yamen of the General Administration Department, appointed officials to go and investigate." "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, the old man will report to the emperor as soon as he returns." "Also, the officials of Daming, Zhending and other prefectures concealed the disaster and did not report it. The emperor had a decree to send personnel from the Metropolitan Procuratorate to strictly investigate. Half a month ago, I saw the memorial of the supervisory censor, impeaching the two The prefects of the prefecture deceived the imperial court and oppressed the people, and suggested that they should be detained and interrogated. I could not draw up the bill due to my serious illness, so I only expressed my consent verbally, and ordered Yousi to immediately escort the two prefects to Beijing for a special trial. I don’t know if the matter has been properly handled. " "It seems that the emperor is ready to play." "I can't say it seems, I want to know the exact news." At this time Zhang Juzheng was still so serious, Feng Bao was astonished, he originally wanted to hesitate, but now he had to tell the truth: "The two prefects, Daming and Zhending, have come to Beijing, but instead of being imprisoned in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, they are under house arrest in the Cangzhou Guild Hall:" "Why?" "Someone will intercede for them," Feng Bao paused, then teased, "According to the Dongchang interview report a few days ago, these two Futai lords even joined in to pray for you, Mr. Zhang. " "It's really unreasonable. This kind of flattery should be punished even more severely." Zhang Juzheng became agitated, and his breath became labored again, "Eunuch Feng, you... tell the emperor that these two flatterers should be taken into prison quickly..." After that, Feng Bao couldn't hear clearly.Seeing his pupils slowly dilating, and his half-clenched fists slowly loosening, Jingxiu couldn't hold back anymore, and knelt down in front of the bed, holding his father's hand, and let out a gut-piercing howl cry.