There were five to six Puzhou officials and grain merchants whose faces were red and could not hold their heads up after being scolded.

After finally waiting for Mr. Zhang Ge to finish venting, he waved his long sleeves and shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"

A group of grain merchants who had caused trouble were silent, their heads lowered, and they lined up dejectedly and walked out of the magnificent living room of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In deathly silence.

The accountant bravely stepped forward and said softly: "Master Xiang."

Looking at Jia Mian's back, the accountant rolled his eyes, and his eyes became sinister: "Now that things have come to this, why not..."

The strong man cut off his wrists and silenced the murderer.

Zhang Siwei's eyes darkened again.

But he was noncommittal.

But that sinister look had already said everything.

He just waved the sleeves of his gorgeous brocade official uniform and left unhappy, and then the accountant also slapped his folding fan.

Left in a hurry.

Under the night in the capital, murderous secrets suddenly became widespread.

Taishi Mansion.

Before the sickbed.

Amidst the fragrance of the herbal medicine, Zhang Juzheng, who looked sick, closed his eyes slightly, listening to the fourth son talking excitedly about what Shen Lie would do at the meeting today.

"Amazing!"

Zhang Jianxiu was full of praise: "Although Shen Lie is just starting out, he is still young and mature, and he knows the situation of the court well. He is indeed a talent that can be made."

Brother Zhang was naturally very proud.

After all, it was back then.
Chapter completed!