The three groups of people in Zhongyi Hall stood clearly. Chai Hao took out the gold medal from his arms and raised it above his head. The curved alchemy gold certificate hit the ground with a muffled sound. Zhao Kuangyin's cinnabar gift to the Chai family to avoid death was thrown away as scrap metal. My great-uncle was beaten to death by his brother-in-law, who was the governor of Gaotang Prefecture and occupied Zhuangzi. My uncle went to Bianjing to file a complaint against the emperor and was imprisoned and beaten to death. Chai Hao asked in a cold voice if the imperial court could trust him. A small magistrate would dare to touch the Chai family. You people in the world are not at the mercy of others. Wu Song snorted coldly and said that the dog officer Zhang Dujian also wanted to kill me. Lu Zhishen raised his voice even louder about Lin Chong. Everyone shook their heads and sighed. Song Jiang's face was so dark that he could drip ink. Chai Hao lowered his head and glanced at the gold medal on the ground: Guaranteed by Taiwei Su? Your Majesty? You have no idea who promoted the governor of Gaotang Prefecture? There was dead silence in the hall. Lin Chong was helped out of the back hall, his face pale and bloodshot at the corners of his mouth: Mr. Chai is right. Song Jiang clenched the back of the chair so tightly that his finger joints turned white. The recruitment matter is going to be bad today.
