Since you have already seen the newspaper, then spread the matter and write it upside down with the newspapers.

Not only should we turn black and white, but we should also make a fool of ourselves, so that each museum can report different "truths" and muddle the water.

The people's eyes are not sharp, but they are often influenced by speech. Mastering the various museums means mastering the wisdom of the people.

The sedan chair servant carried him to Shishu Library. After discussing the matter in the library, he hurried to other libraries, but unfortunately he was still one step slower.

In less than an hour, a tabloid leaked from Qinxin Teahouse again.

The content of this time is the same as the last time. At first glance, the same person caught the pen. The pen could not bear the ridicule of this mouth and became a veritable bald pen.

The article first guessed about the Zhang family's movements today - the guess was very accurate, just like I heard it when I lay under the bed of the Zhang family.

Then he said bluntly that the newspapers did not dare to write at the beginning. As soon as his article was published, the newspapers would come to pick people up their wisdom and use the afterglow of his literary master to be the mouthpiece of the Zhang family.

He also said that this matter will be settled sooner or later, after all, his arm cannot twist his thighs. If a small ant like the Song family offends a big man, he may not be alive.

Zhang Xuling stared at the new tabloid, and his eyes were about to see bleeding.

Who wrote this?

How can it be so annoying?

Zhang Xuling was unable to speak to the tabloid and ordered the sedan chairman to go directly to the palace gate to wait.

The first tabloid that caused a thousand waves was sent to the palace by the fallen Zhang Sect.

Outside the Chuigong Hall, Zhang Rui, Zhang Xuzhi, and King Jin kneeled outside, and those who protected the door closed. No one knew the situation inside, and everyone was waiting for the summons of the present.

However, since that little report was sent in, there was no other sound in it.

The eunuchs stood on both sides, looking at their noses and their hearts without even having a single eye wind out.

The wind is still blowing. Although the snow on the ground has been cleaned, the stone slabs still have a biting chill. Just standing outside with your hands, your teeth are clattering, let alone kneeling on the ground.

But none of the three kneeling men spoke, but were silent. Even if they had something to say, they would have to wait until they were summoned to say it now.

As a result, the entire Chuigong Hall became quieter, and the outside of Chuigong Hall became quieter. Even the footsteps were heard lightly and slowly, so as not to make people unhappy.

When Zhang Xuzhe's legs were numb, the gate of the palace finally opened and summoned the three of them in.

As soon as the three of them entered, they saw a veil hanging in the air. The half-man-high Ding Kiln silhouette furnace stood on both sides below the collapse. The blue smoke came out from it, and the "Spring Letter in the Snow" was burning inside, and the fragrance was clear and elegant.

Now he sat indifferently on the collapse of the emperor, accepted the worship, and pointed to the embroidery dormitory at the steps: "The Prime Minister sits down and talks."

Zhang Rui knelt down but refused to accept: "Minist and his son are incompetent, and he will cause endless harm, so he dare not sit down."

Today, the eunuch asked the eunuch to present the tabloid to Zhang Rui: "Sit down and look at this person. How about this person's literary talent compare to the bachelors of the Hanlin Academy?"

Zhang Rui stood up from the ground nervously, shook his body slightly, and then stabilized again. He sat on the embroidery pier, opened the tabloid and read two lines, and felt horrified.

The tabloids were originally banned, but they were not banned repeatedly. He suggested that the officials should simply be controlled by the government and only allow the activities of the big newspapers. The tabloids would be sent to the palace every day to relieve the boredom of the people of the Shang and the harem.

Several major newspapers in Kyoto Middle School are all under the nose of the Zhang family. What they said in the past are all interesting stories and anecdotes, but today's tabloids are brought into the palace and are stunning.

He shook his hands and continued to look down. After reading, he couldn't answer what he asked today.

If this person's literary skills are better than that of the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, wouldn't he admit that this tabloid is right?

"Your Majesty," Zhang Rui put down the tabloid sadly: "Although what is said here is an exaggeration and many unreasonable speculations and slandering the child, the child did take the Song family back to Kyoto. Although there is another hidden truth, the tabloid was unable to argue. To calm the anger of the people, His Majesty would punish the child heavily."

Today, he slowly said: "What is the secret?"

Zhang Rui was about to speak, but Jim-chan pointed at Zhang Xuzhi and said, "Xuzhi, say it."

Zhang Xuzhe buried his head deeply and replied: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... The villain is guilty..."

He said, and suddenly cried out: "Your Majesty, the villain is wronged..."

He snotted and cried, and defended himself with lip service: "Song Qinghui is actually a fool. Everyone in Tanzhou City knows it. His Majesty knew it when he asked. He really sneaked out to play and hid in the box where the villain returned to Beijing. The villain was afraid that he would get lost, so he took it home. The eldest lady of the Song family made trouble at home without asking questions. Yesterday, there was a happy event at home, so the villain had to lock her up first. But he didn't know that Prince Jin..."

Speaking of King Jin, he shrank so timidly that he didn't dare to speak. At the end, he muttered like a coquettish voice: "The Prince of Jin is so majestic! If it weren't for Prince Yan's coming..."

Zhang Rui immediately glared at him: "Your Majesty hasn't asked you anything, don't talk too much!"

King Jin knelt on the ground, his mouth closed tightly. No matter what the Zhang family father and son said, he did not intend to speak.

I pondered for a while and looked at the King of Jin who was silent: "The Prime Minister has no way to teach his children, and I have no way to teach his children."

Zhang Rui was shocked and knelt down again: "Your Majesty..."

"Sit down," Shin-chung waved his hand, not knowing whether the expression on his face was angry or angry, "The King of Jin also said, when he showed off his might last night, was he slapped the prime minister in the face or my face?"

He called King Jin, and King Jin did not call him his father and replied expressionlessly: "I am just looking for someone, and I dare not hit anyone in the face, nor can I hit anyone in the face."

God sneered: "Are you resenting me?"

"I dare not." The King of Jin's voice still did not fluctuate at all.

"You have no king or father, no brother, and no court. You only have the daughter of a criminal minister in your eyes. It can be seen that you have not made any progress in the past ten years in Tanzhou!"

No one dared to answer the conversation.

Now the emperor has ignored the King of Jin for ten years and exiled King of Jin. If King of Jin had not been independent, he would have been a bone now. King of Jin just thought that his words were farts.

The King of Jin knelt on the ground, motionless, and allowed to scold him, without any regret on his face.

Today I stared at him and for some reason I thought of my mother, Queen Mother Pei.

When Empress Dowager Pei was in charge of politics, if there was something wrong with her, she would tighten her face and say nothing. The civil and military officials all said something, but she listened to it, but she still did what she wanted.

The censor called her arbitrary and said that she could rule the emperor for the sake of the emperor, and that she was no worse than the officials. It was nothing more than that of the people in the world, and the officials were just for their own veils.

King Jin looked very much like Queen Pei.

Although he knelt on the ground, he stood in front of the people of the world with a rather than surrender attitude.

"Seedless!" General Jin smashed the red porcelain cup in his hand heavily and hit the forehead of King Jin.

The teacup rolled to the ground and broke in half. The tea wet his face and stained his clothes. His forehead immediately became red and swollen. With a tiny bloody hole, he still did not give in at all.
Chapter completed!