The capital of Shamao Hutong, Yang's House. Although the year is approaching, as the residence of Yang Tinghe, the prime minister of the dynasty, the upcoming festive celebration of the New Year seems to have nothing to do with the people in this mansion.

The servants and servants who were entering and leaving all looked serious, and the people who were waiting to pay homage in the gatehouse also had a serious expression and sighed from time to time, as if something unfortunate was about to fall on these people.

On both sides of the doorman, the people waiting to pay homage were lined up in two long rows, and the servants in the mansion also brought out benches to rest from time to time. When these servants were waiting to meet, they all looked down and looked up to pay their respects when they saw these servants.

"Little General Manager, has Yuan Weng ever had time? When will it be the turn of Xiaguan to meet? Please give me some convenience and help me to make peace. Xiaguan has been waiting for a few days."

Among these visitors, the lowest status is the seventh-rank official hall, the marquis of Baili, and they are domineering people in their own jurisdiction. However, before this mansion, even a second- and third-rank official was nothing. Yang Tinghe, who is a grandson of the Jinshen Hall and the title of Minister of Personnel, the crown prince, the young tutor, and the chief tutor of the current dynasty, has no name as prime minister, but he has the power of prime minister. The entire Ming Dynasty is within his control, and there is nothing wrong with his mansion being called the Prime Minister. In front of the seventh-rank official in front of the Yang Mansion, these officials are just fat sheep that can be controlled by him.

When the Ming Dynasty was first established, Zhu Yuanzhang absorbed the fact that the prime minister of the previous dynasty had too much power and threatened the imperial power, and abolished the prime minister and established the Secretariat. The so-called Grand Secretary, from official positions to dispatches, was just a senior secretary, and his own authority was not very large.

However, by the Zhengde Dynasty, the Grand Secretary was already an invisible prime minister. Among the six ministers, except for the Minister of Personnel, the other five ministers met the cabinet scholars and needed to avoid the road and kneel down to show respect to them, which shows their importance.

As for the rank problem that plagues the members of the cabinet, it has been solved by adding the title of Shangshu. Now, the four cabinet scholars Yang Tinghe, Jiang Mian, Liang Chu and Mao Ji all have the title of Shangshu, and have also been awarded the title of the first-rank official. In addition to enjoying the style of a first-rank official, from rank to dispatch to real power, they are all unquestionable heads of civil officials.

During the period when Zhengde left Beijing, the entire Ming Empire was maintained by Yang Tinghe. Now that Zi is seriously ill, sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake, he cannot handle the government affairs, and the power of the entire empire has been completely subordinate to the cabinet. In the cabinet, Yang Tinghe looks at him. It can be said that in this special time, Yang Tinghe and the emperor are only one step away.

It is said that at this time, he had no time to go home. There were always important memorials waiting for him to make instructions on the cabinet. However, at the end of the year, it was the time for officials to come to Beijing to discuss the matter. During the peaceful years, all kinds of visits were endless.

Now the emperor is seriously ill, and for everyone in the officialdom, it is a huge crisis. In the face of such a crisis, social activities are more frequent than in the past.

Even the premiere is a prestigious minister, and there are people who have to meet and some social events that cannot be rejected. Moreover, the situation in Beijing is complicated now, so Yang Tinghe has to spend a certain amount of time to receive visitors at home, which is also part of his work.

The servants got rid of the officials' entanglement, but at this time they heard someone say, "The Xindu Husband is out. The Xindu Husband personally sees off the guests!"

Among the guests who came to the prime minister's house to pay homage, it was already a great deal of face to get Yang Tinghe who accompanied him out of the study. What kind of person would be the one who could deliver all the way to the door? The officials let go of the servants and approached the door, hoping to take this opportunity to meet Xindu's husband and say a few words.

But these ideas were destined to be unfulfilled. Dozens of fiercely burly men formed a moving isolation belt, separating the visitors from Yang Tinghe. These men were big and round, wearing black yellow armor on the outside, swan feathers on the head, and pressing the hilt of the knife in their hands. The murderous appearance made these ministers secretly startled. "What a group of ferocious gods."

The erect eyes and eyes had already recognized the identities of these soldiers: four foreign troops. These border soldiers, who were known as the emperor's personal army, were originally a group of vicious soldiers and generals. In addition, after they walked to Jiangnan, they killed people and saw blood, and the murderous aura became even more fierce. After the emperor was seriously ill, these soldiers had less troubles in harassing the place, but the pressure it brought was greater than in the past. Even the air in the capital was a little more depressed than elsewhere.

Surrounded by these big men, one with white face and long beard, and the other was a big man with scars on the waist of a tiger body and wolf. The old man was nearly 60 years old, but he was energetic and had a spirit. He nodded to the waiting officials while walking. Everyone felt that the old man was looking at him.

When he arrived outside the door, the man bowed to the old man and said, "Prime Minister, please come back. It is really a death sentence for Jiang to send it here. Those local specialties were sent by Jiang's fellow villagers. If you can eat it well, please ask someone to send a message and I will get some for you from my hometown."

The old man was Yang Tinghe, the current chief assistant. He seemed to be unable to see any airs. He was kind and nodded and smiled: "Qiansui is intent. To be ashamed, when a person grows old, his mouth becomes slander. Maybe he can eat your local specialty and eat it smoothly. At that time, he will have to work harder."

"It's easy to say, as long as the Grand Secretary likes it, this thing is nothing." Jiang Bin laughed and said goodbye to Yang Tinghe, leaving under the escort of a group of soldiers. Outside Shamao Hutong, two tall horses were pulling a wide carriage. When Jiang Bin arrived in front of the carriage, the two middle-aged men stepped forward and saluted, and then asked in a low voice: "Qiansui, how about it?"

"Let's talk about it when getting in the car."

There were several thick layers of bedding on the carriage, which made the entire carriage comfortable and warm. Shen Zhou and Li Cong asked the situation with anxiety. Shen Zhou said:

"Chengsui, the men are ready. Although this matter cannot be said, our confidants have thousands of people. With just one order, they can follow us. In recent years, they have delicious food and drink, enough food and salary, and enjoy more. They are very clear about the many disasters they have caused. If there is a mistake in Longsui, they will have no good days. As long as you send a message, everyone will follow you to clear the side of the court."

"I think this is done." Li Cong didn't say much, but every sentence was particularly powerful and there was a little firmness in his eyes.

"Don't worry about the king-fighting troops everywhere. Now everyone is not sure about it and does not know what will happen in the future. As long as we can control the situation in the capital, those people will be able to solve it. As for the three major camps, the elite soldiers have been dispatched to the Nine-side Round Guard before, and the people stationed in the capital are all waste and easy to deal with. Qiansui must not make a mistake. If he loses the opportunity, he will probably be controlled by that literati."

Jiang Bin lazily leaned his head against the wall of the wing, closed his eyes and shook his head, "What you said is very clear in my heart, but this fact is too great. If this kind of thing fails, it will definitely destroy the nine clans, even if it is done, what can we do? Can we take the turn of this world? It's not that everyone has not seen the result of King Ning's rebellion. This country is the last one who has the surname Zhu, and no one will convince others in that position. He is a vassal king, and the end is the result. What can we do if we do such a thing? Of course, if Yang Jiefu kills us all, I can only fight my life to reverse it. But the situation of my visit today is not that bad. Don't act rashly. If you take this step, you can't turn back." Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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