After Zhou Tingkai, the Minister of Personnel, got off the morning court, he hurried back home.

At this time, the old butler who was rushing from Yingtian Mansion had been waiting for a long time. After personally handing over the letter with the hot paint to Zhou Tingkai, the old butler left regardless of Zhou Tingkai's attempt to stay.

After taking the letter to the study, he ordered his old housekeeper to take the people to guard him. After retreating from his left and right, Zhou Tingkai carefully observed the fire lacquer.

I made sure that it had not been taken apart, so I slowly cut open the envelope with a knife.

But when more than ten pieces of paper inside were slipped down, Zhou Tingkai was stunned for a moment.

After a while, I came to my senses and spread the letter paper and read it carefully.

"Tingkai's brother is a great scholar, I heard that I was silenced..."

This is how the letter begins, and it doesn't look strange.

But as Zhou Tingkai continued to look down, his face began to change.

Soon, he turned to the last few poems.

"Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at me for not seeing through it. I can't see the tombs of heroes from Wuling, and I can make a field without flowers or wine!..."

"There is no evil in the river head, and it is difficult to walk on other people!..."

"The old prime minister still presses his sword when he knows it, but the rich people laugh and play the title..."

After reading the poems one by one, Zhou Tingkai's face kept changing.

Finally, Zhou Tingkai collapsed on the chair with weak eyes and looked at the roof with his eyes blankly.

"What kind of monster should Mr. Wen take?... Monster!..."

After losing his mind for a long time, Zhou Tingkai finally came to his senses.

After reading the poems carefully, a sense of powerlessness arose in the face of the heavy history.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he didn't seem to have anything to say.

He sighed a long time, then read the words he had ignored before again.

After a long time, Zhou Tingkai, who had read the letter several times, finally opened the door.

"Old Zhou, go and call all those people to your house..."

Old Zhou was shocked when he heard this, but he looked at Zhou Tingkai's face and immediately lowered his head.

After a while, Old Zhou changed into a dress and came out from behind the Zhou family.

He took the letter of worship and went in from the back door of the homes of several important officials in the court, and left quickly.

An hour later, the Yuantong Temple villa in the suburbs of Beijing was suddenly filled with people.

The first person to be involved was Zhou Tingkai, while the other people were wearing headbands and couldn't see their faces clearly.

Zhou Tingkai handed over the letters in his hand to them to read one by one. It took more than an hour for these people to read the letters of more than ten pages to complete them.

"What do you think of it?"

The man in black robe on Zhou Tingkai's left hand snorted coldly: "What can you think?! It is not unexpected that Mr. Wen's disciple can achieve this achievement."

"Indeed! We have talked about Xu Erlang before, but we didn't expect that he would be so outstanding!"

"But Xu Erlang has such a temperament, I'm afraid he won't be able to meet in the court in the future!"

For a moment, everyone in the venue was talking, and Zhou Tingkai tapped the table with his fingers.

There was a "dongdongdongdongdong" sound, and he glanced at the burqamen and saw that they stopped talking.

Then he sighed: "Now that King Liang has made a comeback, many people in the court have been taken over by him! Your Majesty believes in this villain again. If we do not take any action, it will be our turn soon!"

When these burqas figures heard this, they stopped talking.

"What did Mr. Huairen say?! Xu Erlang is his east bed, so there must be an explanation for me?"

When it comes to Duke Huairen, these people stopped talking.

Seeing this, Zhou Tingkai sighed helplessly: "Wait until Xu Erlang comes to Beijing, and then test his weaknesses and reality!"

At the same time, in the Liang King’s mansion.

King Liang looked through the newspaper in his hand and his face gradually became gloomy.

Especially after seeing the poems written by Xu Xian, he suddenly stood up and swept down all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones in front of him.

The butler outside the door looked in through the crack of the door, and saw that the head of the family had nothing to do, then he continued to turn around and close his eyes to rest.

However, King Liang's hand continued to tremble, and the blood from his fingers slowly flowed out.

It turned out that he smashed the glass cup just now when he waved his hand, causing his fingers to be cut and now the blood is flowing directly.

But he seemed to have not realized it and just sat on the chair.

"Xu Erlang...Xu Erlang!!!"

Inside the palace, Xiao Yi was carefully peeling peanuts.

Blow off the skin on the peanuts carefully, let them put them in your mouth and squint your eyes and chew them.

A crisp "crack" sound kept coming from his mouth, and a little eunuch was kneeling in front of him.

On the desk in front of him was a secret letter sent today.

Although there were not many words on it, the words "Eight Hundred Miles Excitement-A" were posted. Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and sighed.

"When people get old, they are useless! Ten years ago, our family could eat these peanuts for a day. Now, after eating a few, my teeth can't stand it."

The little eunuch crawled on the ground and said respectfully.

"Old ancestor Ankang Changtai, what's the problem..."

Xiao Yi giggled and waved his hand to make the eunuch rise: "How is our body in our family? Can we not know about it?"

"Our family has been unable to serve His Majesty for several years. Over the years, we have settled the position of eunuch Bingbi for you, just to let you serve His Majesty."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yi raised his hand and pulled out two of the papers in the secret letter and lit them on the candlelight.

Soon, the candlelight lit the letter paper.

Under the devour of the flames, the letter paper burned rapidly.

The fire was light and dark on Xiao Yi's face, and the little eunuch stood with his hands down without saying a word.

"Five hundred years of unparalleled vs. Xu Erlang! We have seen him once, but we didn't expect that he could jump so hard! It's a good skill."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Forget it! Forget it! Since he is coming to the capital, let's see if he can serve Da Zhao!"

After saying that, he picked up the secret letter and carefully sealed it with fire paint again.

Then he carried the bamboo tube and walked towards the Imperial Study: "Let the child Xu Zhe stare at Xu Erlang. If there is any disturbance...return it immediately!"

"Here!"

The little eunuch bowed and said that Xiao Yi, who had walked to the door, stopped.

"You go and inform King Liang. If he can handle the matter before Xu Erlang enters Beijing, our family will turn a blind eye."

"But if Xu Erlang enters the capital, then he dares to touch Xu Erlang... Even if our family doesn't care, I'm afraid that His Majesty will not tolerate him!"

The little eunuch looked at Xiao Yi with some difficulty understanding: "Old ancestor is..."

"If Xu Erlang can enter Beijing, it means he still has some skills. If he dies on the road, he will be so lucky!"
Chapter completed!