General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 74 Abundant Talents
There was chaos outside Chengtian Gate.

The cabinet that had already entered the court, the six ministries and nine ministers also withdrew from the palace one after another, and there were servants running around in a panic everywhere inside and outside the palace.

Standing in the gate of Chengtian Gate, he saw Ning Jue lying in a pool of blood from a distance.

Yan Song's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and he pointed to several scribes in the distance and said loudly:
"Hurry up, go to the Imperial Hospital with the old man's seal, get the best medicinal materials, and try our best to treat Ning Kezhong, and report everything needed to the cabinet, and the old man will approve it immediately."

The chief assistant is the chief minister of the outer court, and Yan Song still has to do enough in the posture that should be done.

While saying this, Yan Song grabbed Yan Shifan's hand and said in a low voice:

"Qing'er, you should go back quickly. The thread that needs to be broken is broken, the person that needs to be killed is killed, and the Tao family can be broken as cleanly as possible. Hurry up!"

Yan Song's hands were already covered with cold sweat.

A letter of blood is enough to change the flavor of the Hetao discussion.

If Ning Jue really died today.

Hiss~ Yan Song didn't dare to think about it.

Crazy, all crazy!
For the sake of money, even life is not necessary!
How can I make money after my life is gone!
Yan Song didn't understand.

Yan Shifan, on the other hand, stood there indifferently.

"Father, what are you doing? You are just a seventh-rank speaker."

"Are you really mad at me?! Hurry up!"

There was a little tremor in Yan Song's low growl, and Yan Shifan left the palace angrily.

Tiqi came out in all directions, and the drunk just now also snatched a horse and rode away.

Seeing the drunk man get on his horse and flee for his life, the horse lunatic seemed to have captured him alive.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Crazy Horse blocked the drunk man into a dead end.

The horse lunatic on the horse sneered murderously: "Riding a horse? Nai Gong can ride and shoot at the age of ten, so you can also ride a horse?"

Until he was cornered, the drunk man didn't understand how Crazy Horse caught up with him.

But he wasn't wronged too much, after all, the folks in the north were more accustomed to respecting Zhou Shangwen's follower, the horse lunatic, as Lord Ma.

Looking at Ti Qi galloping from a distance.

The drunk man froze, and then he lay down on the back with blood flowing from his mouth, and fell dead on the spot under the eyes of everyone.

When Lu Bing arrived with Ti Wei, the drunk had already become a corpse lying on the ground.

For the agricultural empire of Ming Dynasty, population is the only resource comparable to land, and population plus land means wealth.

But for Gongqing Gungun, who is in the ruling and opposition parties.

Human life is the most worthless thing in this world, no different from pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep.

When Ma Fang was chasing the murderer, Teng Xiang also scrambled into Fengtian Hall.

"My lord, my lord, something happened outside the palace."

Jiajing, who was sitting on the dragon chair, had already heard the commotion outside.

"I am neither deaf nor blind, I can hear and see! What is going on outside the palace?"

Teng Xiang hurriedly kowtowed and said: "Your Majesty, Ning Jue of the Metropolitan Procuratorate wanted to discuss Hetao again this morning, but when he entered the palace, there were assassins."

"Ning Bingxian was bleeding profusely, but he still shouted to save Hetao first."

"Strong and strong, unheard of in ancient times, the state has admonishing officials, and the sage has virtue!"

What was originally a big funeral, when Teng Xiang said it, it seemed like a happy event.

Jiajing's complexion sank.

"roll!"

Jiajing never looked at Teng Xiang again, and Teng Xiang, who realized that the horse's ass was slapped on the horse's hoof, also slammed his head heavily on the ground and dared not say a word.

The monstrous anger surged in Jiajing's chest.

Not because Ning Jue was assassinated.

Instead, thinking of Zhan Rong's last letter, Jiajing realized that he might have made a mistake that could ruin the Ming Dynasty.

"Okay, we're all going to rebel!"

"Zhang Zuo, Zhang Zuo!"

Zhang Zuo, who was originally standing aside, fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Go to investigate, go to catch, go to kill!"

"Leave none!"

Zhang Zuo kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"The emperor calm down, I will go here, I will go here!"

Jiajing looked at the empty square outside Fengtian Hall as if he had lost his soul and murmured:
"What a change that hasn't changed in 3000 years."

Under Chengtian's sect, the six divisions and nine ministers evacuated the hundreds of officials gathered outside the palace, and around Ning Jue, a circle of Tiwei was also tightly surrounded.

Zhu Xizhong looked at Ning Jue who was lying in a pool of blood in disbelief.

"Brother Ning Xian, I..."

Before Zhu Xizhong could finish speaking, Zhou Shangwen directly dragged Zhu Xizhong away, throwing his back pocket to relieve his anger.

The disgraced Zhu Xizhong got up from the ground, but looked at Zhou Shangwen with snot and tears.

"Master, please fall twice more, I feel really sorry."

"Leave far away!"

Zhou Shangwen walked quickly to Ning Jue.

Zhang Juzheng looked helplessly at Ning Jue who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Brother Ning, the playbook has been submitted, don't worry, Father Jun will see it right away."

That knife came for Zhang Juzheng's life.

Zhang Juzheng is only 23 years old this year, and this is the first time that Zhang Juzheng feels so close to death.

Ning Jue looked at the crowd in front of him with difficulty, and waved his hands weakly.

Can you just let me go?
Looking at the old doctor who was busy at the side.

Ning Jue raised his head, and asked with difficulty: "Li... Doctor Li."

The imperial physician who treated Ning Jue's wound didn't raise his head.

"Ning Bingxian, don't talk yet, what you have to do now is to conserve your energy."

"Okay, let me tell you the name of the dish, steamed lamb, steamed, steamed... Fuck, I forgot the words."

Doctor Li raised his head suspiciously.

Only then did Ning Jue speak: "Then what, Imperial Physician Li respects Shi Zhen, right?"

"Brother Ning, this is Imperial Physician Li Yanwen from Imperial Hospital."

"Good... good name."

Hear the name of the imperial physician.

Ning Jue felt a little relieved.

It's fine if it's not a medicine saint.

Judging by his age, Li Shizhen should be about the same age as Zhu Xizhong.

Unexpectedly, Li Yanwen, who was busy with the gauze, was startled.

"Ning Bingxian knows Gouzi?"

At this moment, Ning Jue's breathing almost stopped.

"Is Li Shizhen your son?"

"Gouzi is studying in Huangzhou now, Ning Bingxian should have never seen Gouzi, right?"

Ning Jue's back molars were almost shattered.

TNND, the medicine saint's father, right?
His meow's Jiajing Dynasty is really full of talents!

"God, god, ear to ear, uncle..."

Zhang Juzheng hurriedly leaned down.

"What's wrong, Brother Ning?"

"I... don't want him to..."

Before Ning Jue could finish speaking, Zhang Juzheng raised his head directly.

"Brother Ning, you'd better stop talking and drink the soup first."

Then a bowl of decoction with unknown content came to Ning Jue's mouth.

Ning Jue turned his heart away, and simply lay down on the spot and pretended to be dead.

Zhang Juzheng became anxious immediately.

"Brother Ning, why don't you take medicine?"

Li Yanwen raised his head: "Have passed out, this medicine must be poured in, if you don't knock your teeth, you have to pour it, I have experience in this matter."

Hearing this, Ning Jue's mouth twitched slightly.

Okay, your old Li family is also quite ruthless!
Waiting for Ning Jue to think of a new way.

Zhu Xizhong, who was in the distance, wiped his nose and ran over.

"Zhang Shi said, this is my brother, let me come."

Zhu Xizhong pinched Ning Jue's chin and read a sentence silently.

"Brother, it may hurt a little, I'm sorry."

Ning Jue:?
Before Ning Jue came back to his senses, Zhu Xizhong forcibly pulled his jaw away.

You are so aggressive!

With the entrance of the medicinal soup, Ning Jue finally passed out. Looking at the fainted Ning Jue, Zhang Juzheng gradually recovered his sanity.

"Cheng Gong, Brother Ning will entrust it to you."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Juzheng picked up Ning Jue's notebook that had been dropped by the roadside, his eyes became sharper.

"Brother Ning's blood cannot be shed in vain! It's time for Zhang to enter the palace."

(End of this chapter)