Chen Zetang turned around from the court meeting before reaching the Ministry of Personnel. Xu Jing hurriedly came up and said in a low face: "Guo Jia, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, came to see him, and was waiting outside the door at three o'clock in the morning of Yin."

"Does anyone see it?" Chen Zetang slowed down and heard Xu Jing say, "Fortunately, Chen Huan was here at night and brought him into the inner room, but no one noticed it."

Wei Ji ordered him to take Guo Jia to the main hall, and he went to the restroom to change his regular clothes.

Guo Jia looked lush and dazed. He stepped into the main hall. When he looked up, he saw Chen Zetang on the chair of the red sandalwood carving by the window. He was eating tea slowly. He was wearing a scarlet dress and a picture of a pheasant on his chest.

Since ancient times, several families have been happy and sad.

For example, the second master Chen was so glorious that he was the new Minister of Personnel, but he was busy with this life.

Suppressing the loneliness of poverty in my heart, he rushed to Chen Shangshu and knelt down to say goodbye.

When he was about to speak, he heard his voice gentle and said slowly: "I know what you meant. Now that the final plan is complete, I can do nothing, please go back."

Mr. Chen has always been like this. He doesn't like to meddle in other people's business and knows how to protect himself.

He said it was the only one thing, and it was useless to ask for it if he couldn't do it, and there was no room for returning to the world.

His coldness, hardness and ruthlessness, and his gentleness and elegance can lead to the mercy of others and never return.

The last straw was unwilling to save his life. Guo Jia's eyes were red and his face was full of sorrow. After kneeling for a while, he was a little clumsy and embarrassed. He climbed up from the blue brick floor in a little clumsy and embarrassing. He was old and kneeling for a long time. How long has he been kneeling, his knees were already sore. The person in front of him was sitting upright in the chair, in the prime of spring and autumn, and he was at the age of the Qingyun.

He closed his eyes slightly, which were gradually wet, and his shoulders drooped and he wanted to walk out, but suddenly he heard Shangshu Chen say kindly: "If you have nothing to do in your house, it's better to have some tea with me, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to sit together in the future."

Guo Jia was instantly ecstatic and hurriedly turned around and bowed to Chen Zetang. Then he sat in the chair with trembling body. After turning around the hell on earth, he realized that the clear and cold morning light was already sweating.

Chen Huan held a black lacquer and gold-painted flower and bird disk, and placed a rare partridge spotted Jianzhang in it. With the flaming smoke, he placed the rosewood fragrance in front of Guo Jia.

"This is the fine buds of Longjing before the rain, and the smell is fragrant and moisturized the throat. Mr. Guo might as well give it a try." Chen Zetang smiled slightly.

Guo Jia ate quickly, but accidentally burned the tip of his tongue and smiled bitterly. When people were on their backs, they always leaked and rained at night, and drinking a sip of cold water would cause them to get stuck in their teeth.

Chen Zetang's eyes darkened, and his tone was faint: "The ministers in the court impeached you for days of greed. Last year, they embezzled 2 million stones of money and grain from Guangdong and Guangxi, and embezzled 2 million stones of money and grain from Guangdong and Guangxi. They also made a clever name to collect taxes, such as gods and Buddhas, verbal food, sacrificial money, etc., all of which were full of personal pockets and huge amounts. Although it was just impeachment, there was no solid evidence. If you were arrested by the Jinyiwei Bei Zhenfu Department, even if you had nothing, you would ask why. I heard that a few days ago, Liao Qiu, the doctor of the Qing official department in Guangzhou, died of a court stick?"

Without waiting for Guo Jia to reply, he paused and continued: "That is a hard-bodied person. He has not confessed you until his death. You should be grateful to him."

Guo Jia couldn't help but burst into tears at this time. Liao Qiu was his subordinate. He was as old as him, and was honest and honest as a good official, but he ended up in this way.

Chen Zetang looked up at his face and looked at his frost and unpredictable depression, and finally sighed: "You and I are both officials in the court, but each of them is in their own affairs. You also know that my official principles are not to do anything. This time, I help you, not because of you, but because of the tens of thousands of people in Guangdong, Guangxi and Fujian." Then he handed him the yellow list that had been placed there.

Guo Jia trembled and extended the booklet, which was a petition by thousands of people. However, the names of the people in the book were covered with black and white, some were elegant, some were hard, some were childish, some were sloppy, and even red handprints were covered with red handprints. They all came to extend their lives.

"How could they know about me?" Guo Jia said to himself, his expression trembling.

"Although you have not been detained for the time being, it is because of insufficient evidence. Liao Qiu's rode and left without leaving, causing you to be possessed by a serious case and leaked from the public, so that this joint petition booklet will be found." Chen Zetang said, looking up at the sky outside the window, and the clear light was gradually revealed through the window lattice.

He turned to Guo Jia and said, "Now that I have reached this stage of the field, all I can do is to save your life, and there is nothing else I can do."

Guo Jia hurriedly got up and knelt down, kowtowed, and his voice choked: "Sir, I will protect my life, that is, I will protect dozens of people from all over the house, and I will never dare to have any other extravagant wishes."

"I will teach you the method to not talk to anyone." Chen Zetang's words were still very gentle: "Even if you say it, I will have a way to turn around, but you are implicated in the lives of the Nine Clans."

Guo Jia nodded, and Chen Zetang ordered him to get up and sit down again. After discussing for two hours, he ordered Chen Huan to take him out of the side door of the backyard of the Ministry of Personnel to avoid people's eyes and ears.

After Guo Jia thanked him deeply, he followed Chen Huan and refused to mention it.

When Xu Jing saw him leave, he shook his head and sighed: "I am another official who was framed and framed. If it weren't for the people's request, the subsequent situation would be tragic."

Chen Zetang looked at his face and smiled slightly: "This is the case in the officialdom. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. All he can do is to think about trouble and prevent it. Speaking of it, Guo Jia was too careless. Zhao De, Cheng announced that the position of the Ministry of Revenue, was a third-rank official. He has been coveting his position as the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue for a long time. Everyone knows it, but he doesn't know how to be wary. He has had a lot of talks about government affairs in private."

Xu Jing added: "Zhao De is not simple. Just relying on finding information from Guo Jia is not enough to lose his official position. I believe he will rely on his back to help."

Chen Zetang frowned slightly, and seemed to have expected it, not surprised by Xu Jing's words, and had a very calm expression. After a while, he replied: "If the Ministry of Revenue is occupied by Xu Shoufu again, his power will be afraid that even if the prince ascended the throne, he will be jealous of him for five points!"

"What did Mr. Chen plan to do?" Xu Jing showed doubts on his face. Even though he had been with Mr. Shen for several years, he still couldn't control his thoughts.

"He used his own way to treat him." Chen Zetang showed a deep ink color in his eyes, so he stopped talking and reviewed the official documents.

Xu Jing was not inconvenient to disturb him anymore. When he left the door, he came back to Chen Huan and asked him if he had sent the person away. Chen Huan nodded, suddenly laughed and approached him and said, "You don't know that old man, you drown when you talk to the second master. When he came out, he walked in front of me, I saw it, and it dripped all the way."

Xu Jing's face darkened and scolded him, "Don't let Chen Er hear this, otherwise you will suffer. Guo Jia, don't look at the downs and downs today, but he is a clean and upright official. There was a poem that said, "The breeze goes to the sky with both sleeves, without a single inch of cotton in the south of the Yangtze River. I am ashamed that the scholars and people will give me farewell to each other, and the wine in front of the horse is as dense as a spring. It shows how much he wins the hearts of the people. Even Chen Er respects him very much."

Chen Huan scratched his head and felt a little disbelief: "When I went to deliver tea before, I didn't see Chen Er being too burdened with him."
Chapter completed!