"Everyone, please stop making trouble..."

Although wine is mellow, some people are drunk without alcohol, and they are drunk by themselves. As long as a person wants to get drunk, they will never wake up, but some people are not like this.

One of them stood up and said, "Everyone will go back to their own houses after tonight and live a peaceful life. Don't form this Xuankun Party anymore!"

"I heard from my friends from the Ministry of Revenue that the plans for Jinling Province and Jiangbei Province have been decided, and most officials from all prefectures have taken office. If the trouble continues, it will be useless..."

"It's better to make a long-term plan and a long-term plan!"

Tang Binyin blushed and scolded him laughed: "You coward, the court has made such a foolish policy. How can we live here in depression?"

Zhao Tongpeng, the former prefect of Yingtian, looked at Tang Binyin and said:

"Everyone, I have a word!"

"What did everyone in Nanjing do for the sake of being an official?"

Soon, someone answered: "For fame, for profit!"

The words made everyone laugh.

Someone immediately said:

"It's all for money to clean up these vulnerable things, and to be able to get into your own wallet, and to have a lot of real money and silver!"

"We are not even an official, so we won't say it's empty today."

A man stood up staggeringly and said:

"What is the purpose of "the ten years of hard work, I have been scolded by others? Isn't it just that one day I become an official, make a name for myself, and make money!"

"Hahaha, what you guys say is extremely true!"

Deng Xian, the former Minister of Revenue of Nanjing, stared at the person talking, smiled for a while, suddenly had an idea, thought of something, and said:

"Or what if I'll come to him tonight for a poem?"

Tang Binyin praised: "Ordinary people say that they kneel down and cry, and that even if they are too many times, I will be ashamed of the only one who has such a poem to advise me!"

Everyone was drinking and chatting, but they actually agreed with the poem.

Deng Xian mentioned casually, and the audience was so kind, so he stood up, raised his wine glass and said, "We are thinking about the country and country of the Ming Dynasty. What are you afraid of?"

"People advice, poetry advice!"

Tang Binyin looked at him and said, "Since that's the case, Brother Zijing will leave first?"

Deng Xian heard this and was not easy to refuse, so he improvised the spot.

He rolled up his sleeves, lifted his pen on the wall, and wrote as he spoke:

"You all listen to me carefully..."

“Title, chanting the night.

The stars are everywhere in the sky, but the sky is dawn, and many empty spaces are occupied in vain. It is you who covers the sun, and you are in the shadows. Is it a good fortune for the country?"

After saying a few words, Deng Xian's eyebrows began to loosen. After writing, he threw his pen and laughed.

Everyone laughed and went up to watch.

Zhao Tongpeng tsk and bowed:

"This poem about Ye, Brother Zijing is very literary and can implicitly ridicul the dimness and lightness of the government. It is such a strange poem. I am so impressed that I am so impressed!"

Deng Xian was praised a little flutteredly, and Tang Binyin laughed and said:

"If you continue to say this, Brother Zijing will be ashamed. You are not unaware of it. Brother Zijing, you can't stand the praise of the most."

Deng Xian waved his hand, but in fact he was a little dissatisfied with Tang Binyin meddling in other people's affairs. He said:

"I am also thinking about my husband, the country, and the country. Even if it is not the most extraordinary poem in ancient and modern times, I can still bear the four words of profound understanding of righteousness, right?"

Before everyone could speak, a shout of drink came from outside the house.

"Good it! Good it!"

Everyone quickly turned their heads and looked at these people, shocked and puzzled.

Tian Ergeng walked in with a group of lieutenants, headed straight for the poem in Deng Xian's hand, held it in his hand and read it, exclaiming:

"Mr. Deng's song of Ye will be really remembered forever in the future!"

"What a poem, what a poem!"

When they saw Tian Ergeng, these people suddenly woke up.

Not to mention now, even before the emperor's southern tour, Tian Ergeng was also a rat crossing the street in Nanjing. Everyone shouted and beat him. For no other reason, it was because of the skin of the Jinyiwei on him!

Tian Ergeng is here, which means that the Jinyiwei is going to take action against Xuankun Party!

"What are you doing?"

Tang Binyin stood up with a shaking head. He might be the few people in front of him who were really drunk.

Even Deng Xian, who wrote poetry, just wanted to show off in front of everyone.

Originally, Tian Ergeng also arranged some reasons and said that they were related to the murder of Duke Wei this time, but now it seems that there is no need at all.

After watching the show outside for a while, the group of people had already made all the mistakes they could make.

Tian Ergeng carried his hands behind his back, and in front of everyone, slowly rolled up Deng Xian's handwriting on the poem "Ode to the Night", and said:

"Deng Xian, Tang Binyin, Zhao Tongpeng and others wrote anti-poems in Muchunlou, alluding to the government affairs, slandering His Majesty today. There are poems as evidence, and there are testimony from the Madam of Muchunlou."

"Sir, come with me?"

After the words fell, the lieutenants surrounded him with malicious intentions.

At this time, the guests of Muchun Tower also heard the sound of the wind, and many of them were powerful and powerful in Nanjing.

They looked here and didn't dare to cause trouble.

The backstage of the Supervisory Office is Xu Xianchun, who is one of the most trusted minions of the emperor today, and no one is willing to go against the Jinyiwei.

As for the madam Tian Ergeng said just now, she naturally said whatever she wanted, and she didn't dare to say anything at all.

Everyone was almost awake when they were drunk. As the person who wrote "anti-poems" in person, Deng Xian was naturally frightened.

He was covered in cold sweat and his eyes flashed. He first looked at Tang Binyin, and then Zhao Tongpeng, looking at them one by one.

But these Xuankun Party members in front of us are already grasshoppers on a rope, and they are not enough to protect themselves, so how can they talk about protecting them?

Deng Xian finally looked at Tian Ergeng and said in a trembling voice:

"Mr. Governor General, this poem is just an impromptu production. I have never meant to oppose reform and rebel..."

"As for poetry advice, it has never happened."

Seeing that Tian Ergeng was unmoved, Deng Xian was even more scared and panicked. He stepped forward and grabbed his arm and said:

"Although I made remarks against reform the day before yesterday, I was so ashamed afterwards. Your Majesty clearly saw that Wanli was really confused and I was punished!"

"Your Majesty is indeed considering the country and country of the Ming Dynasty and the eternal foundation of the Ming Dynasty. You also ask the Governor General to give up his hands..."

What a scary guy, I said all the good things. Where did you go just now, the feeling of wishing you could meet the emperor and express your heart?

Tian Ergeng has seen many of these sages.

He had no expression, but just ordered the lieutenants to take everyone away, and was also happy for the surprise. This time it was enough to express their loyalty to His Majesty.

Tang Binyin, Zhao Tongpeng and others were also confused. They curled up to a corner, with sweat all over their faces, and they raised their sleeves from time to time to wipe them.

They thought that this reform would be just an empty talk sooner or later, and at most a year or two, if the reform fails and the six ministries in Nanjing are reset, they will be entrusted with important tasks by the court.

However, he did not expect that the emperor was so strong that he would suffer misfortunes from the sky!

It’s okay if you don’t get caught, but the Jinyiwei always needs a reason to arrest people. In this case, you generally won’t easily arrest people on a large scale.

But this time they were at the Muchunlou Poetry Festival, and even the poem was held in Tian Ergeng's hands, and it became the fish on the chopping board, and he would knead it anyway.

As for the news that Xu Hongji died suddenly, they knew nothing. If they were beaten to be a member of the party, it would be unfair!
Chapter completed!