Su Song understood Zhang Dun's words, and what Zhang Dun wanted was chaos.

Only when chaos arises can Zhang Dun take action, see clearly, and treat it after chaos!

This is not what Su Song wants. He hopes that the court will be stable, all officials will be harmonious, and the world will be peaceful.

Su Song looked at Zhang Dun and said nothing.

He knew better that the official in the palace also wanted to make a mess first, so that the chaos could only make changes.

If the government in the palace is not a sure reformer, he can find a way to suppress Zhang Dun.

But Zhang Dun, who is supported by the government, cannot be suppressed.

Zhang Dun ignored Su Song's intention. After the clerk had drafted it, Zhang Dun picked it up, looked it carefully, and said, "If you have other ideas, go to the Chuigong Hall together?"

The clerk stood aside, bowed, and looked at the three of them secretly.

He drafted and polished the edict, and naturally understood the contents of it, and all kinds of strange thoughts emerged in his mind.

Even if you go, you can't change anything.

Su Song sighed in his heart and turned around and walked back.

Zhang Dun took these draft edicts and returned to the green tiled house.

Zhang Dun sat down in his position, looked at the draft edicts, thought quietly for a while, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Call the Minister of Dali Temple. The Chief Censor and the Minister of Justice, too."

A clerk stood up in panic and said, "Yes." After that, he hurriedly ran out.

Zhang Dun is already an uncrowned magistrate and has a great majesty.

At this time, in the room of Xie Lin of the Honglu Temple, there were four people sitting in front of him, one of whom was a military commander, two regiment commander, and one of whom was an observer.

The four of them looked very bad. One of them kept wiping sweat with a handkerchief. The fat face was covered with cold sweat and his clothes were soaked.

One of them suppressed his fear expression, stretched out his head and said, "Brother Xie, the official family, really say that?"

Xie Lin nodded in a deep look and said, "At that time, the guards had already pressed me down and the knife was placed on Mr. Fan's neck. As long as I say something more, we will both be killed."

The fat man who was sweating was almost crying and said, "I... we didn't say anything, we just started to make trouble, and we didn't mean to be unfilial to the officials..."

"Yes, how could we know that Sima Guang used the name of the official family to deal with the deal. Isn't this going to kill us?"

"Brother Xie, we believed you at the beginning, but now the official family is furious. You can't implicate us..."

"Brother Xie, we didn't say anything. The water receded, so I'll go back. I won't get involved in these things..."

Xie Lin looked at his expression, nodded in his heart, and said solemnly: "I was misled by someone. Those people said that Zhang Dun and others would kill us and must stop it. Who knew that they were deliberately harming me. Fortunately, now it is time, we immediately write a memorial to shirk the blame and shift the blame. Perhaps the government will not pursue it!"

"Straight out, who should I push it?"

"Will the officials really not pursue the matter?"

"Brother Xie is right. Now that the court is so chaotic, if we take the lead in the official side, we will definitely not be investigated again!"

"Yes, yes, yes, as long as the government does not pursue the matter, you can rest, no matter how you write..."

A group of people responded. If it were the past, they would not care, at most they would be demoted.

But now this official will kill people!

There were several corpses lying in front of them, including many ministers and senior officials from the three provinces. What a fuck!

Xie Lin looked at the fear of the few people, felt relieved, took out the written memorial book and said, "Everyone, we are grasshoppers on a rope. Look at what I wrote. There is no problem, you can sign it."

Everyone hurriedly stretched their heads over and looked together.

I saw that the whole text of this memorial was criticizing Sima Guang, accusing him of "supporting the young master, unfilial late emperor", and scolding the individual for being incomplete.

After reading it, the four of them looked up and looked at each other, almost subconsciously snatching the pen.

Sima Guang had been dead for six or seven years, and he pushed him to him, but there was no burden on him at all.

When Xie Lin saw the signatures of several people, he felt at ease and then whispered: "We may not be enough, so it's better to pull more people."

"Yes, yes, we are not the only one who wrote the letter, I will go find it immediately!" The fat man who was sweating immediately stood up and left in a hurry.

The others woke up and went out quickly with a loud noise.

When Xie Lin saw this, he felt relieved. If there were more than a dozen or twenty people in the report, and the law would not blame everyone, he would be fine.

But soon he was surprised, because of this memorial, the person who signed the letter quickly broke through fifty!

On the other side, Fan Bailu sat in the study, expressionless, looking at the blank playbook in front of him, and was reluctant to finish writing.

He is not Xie Lin, he is not just protecting himself, he sees more.

If he wrote according to the official's wishes and sent it to him, the court and the people would inevitably explode. With this memorial, he could indeed solve the current dilemma, but it would also be a beginning.

It is the beginning of the "new party" liquidation of the "old party" and the beginning of chaos in the world!

Fan Bailu sat with a stiff expression and his eyebrows were tightened.

Madam Fan outside the door was waiting with a group of people, including the Fan family's sons and nephews, family elders, in-laws, teachers, students and friends, disciples and old officials, etc. More than 20 people came.

The official summoned Mr. Fan. What did he say? Mr. Fan was in the study for so long and didn't say a word. What happened?

Everyone was nervous and anxiously waiting.

Fan Bailu looked up and looked outside the door, with shadows and frowning deeper.

Xie Lin's words rang in his mind, and he also remembered the outcome of the Lu family.

Lu Dafang committed suicide, and several sons of the Lu family were sentenced to beheading and the others were all sent to Qiongzhou.

No one dares to think about how many people can survive in Qiongzhou and how many people can survive in Qiongzhou.

Fan Bailu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly picked up the pen.

...

A cold feeling suddenly circulated in Kaifeng City's officialdom. It seemed that many people felt the subtle atmosphere, and many people began to become nervous.

Su Mansion.

Su Shi was having tea with Mi Fu, Huang Tingjian and others and talking about learning.

A person who looks like a clerk carries a wine pot and pours wine for them at any time.

Everyone talked freely and had gained something, and looked at each other happily.

Mi Fu took a sip of wine, turned his head and looked out the window, shook his head and said, "It's endless."

What he said was about Fan Bailu’s memorial, and they already knew it.

Huang Tingjian looked resolute and looked at Su Shi and said, "Teacher, hasn't you been sent back in the palace?"

Before being exiled, Su Shi taught the prince and grandson in the palace.

Su Shi came back this time to "take leave" and attend the funeral for his younger brother Su Che. However, the court did not allow him to cancel the leave, nor did he give him a new appointment.

Su Shi had a worried look on his face, nodded slightly, and said, "It's not just me, no one in the Su family is in use."

Mi Fu looked at Su Shi and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "That Mr. Zhang is the most vengeful person. He didn't send you out. He either didn't remember you for a while or he didn't make any effort. You are prepared in your heart."

Su Shi was rejected by the "new and old" parties and repeatedly suppressed, and his career was extremely bumpy.

Su Shi shook his head silently, and he was also disappointed with the current court situation.

He opposed reform and did not change. Now the imperial court abolished the Three Provinces and the Three Divisions and the Yamen, and continuously concentrated its power, seriously undermining the ancestral system, which was even further away from the Shenzong Dynasty.

This is not what Su Shi wants.

Green tiled house.

Cao Zheng, Cai Jing, and Huang Lu had just arrived and were not enough to speak. Chen Qi came in with a stack of memoirs, with a strange look.

Zhang Dun and others looked at him.

Chen Qi smiled bitterly and handed over a memorial, saying, "The seven memorials are all about the 'Dengzhou Ayun Case'. Some analyses the issues of criminal law and etiquette, shouting 'reverse the case for justice', and some directly impeach Sima Xianggong."

Fan Bailu and Xie Lin's memorial have not been published yet, but someone has taken the lead.

Zhang Dun was not surprised, waved his hand and said, "You can handle it yourself and guard it at the door."

Chen Qi glanced at everyone, raised his hand knowingly, left the door, and closed the door.

Zhang Dun looked at Cao Zheng, Yu Guang glanced at Cai Jing and Huang Lu, pondered slightly, and then began to speak.

Cao Zheng was open his eyes wide and Cai Jing and Huang Lu were also shocked.

The court wants to raise the Dali Temple's Pinyi to the first grade, and the royal family must be in charge!

There are also six Shaoqing and the local tour department. Such a change is obviously to stop the court officials from intervening, and to go to court officials!

Cao Zheng was very worried, but when he heard that he wanted him to "retain his support" in the end, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "My husband, who is this royal family referring to?"

Zhang Dun glanced at him and said, "King Yan."

Cao Zheng frowned when he heard this, but did not speak.

Cai Jing and Huang Lu's expressions changed slightly.

The secrets in the palace are not that secret, not to mention that they all know Zhao Hao’s past experience.
To be continued...