Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

As the head of the garden, Ma Wenjian is filled with inner anxiety in this grim atmosphere of deep winter.

The shadow brought by the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" hung heavily over Ma Wenjian. Every word related to it was like a heavy hammer, hitting his tense nerves.

At this moment, Ma Wenjian's eyes were fixed on Lin Zhengyuan, the Minister of Yuanma Temple, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the other's soul.

He tried to find even the slightest trace of falsehood in every subtle change in Lin Zhengyuan's expression.

Ma Wenjian's eyes were full of prudence and urgency, as if grasping every detail of Lin Zhengyuan's expression was the key to unlocking the shackles of his inner worries.

After careful observation, he finally confirmed that what Lin Zhengyuan said was true.

The body, which had been tense as if a fully stretched string, seemed to have suddenly loosened its springs.

Because of excessive tension, Ma Wenjian's muscles were as stiff as stones, and every joint seemed to be welded shut.

At this moment, those tense muscles began to relax gradually, and the spine, which was originally straight and somewhat stiff, also bent slightly.

It was like an arch bridge that had been bearing heavy pressure for a long time, and finally welcomed the moment of relief. All the strength in the body seemed to slowly leak out with the relaxation.

At the same time, Ma Wenjian's brows, which were originally tightly furrowed due to deep worry, slowly relaxed, like a thawing glacier in spring.

The frown before seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

Now the mountain peaks are gradually collapsing, and between the relaxed brows one can seem to see the ice and snow melting.

The wrinkles that were originally squeezed together seemed to be gently smoothed out by an invisible hand.

The unfolding of each line symbolizes the slow dissipation of his inner worries.

At this moment, Ma Wenjian seemed to have crossed from the cold winter to the warm spring.

The ice in his heart gradually melted into flowing water after hearing the news brought by Lin Zhengyuan.

What flows out is the long-lost ease and relief.

During this long and painful wait and worry, Ma Wenjian kept his lips tightly pursed.

It was like a solid gate, locking away the inner uneasiness and anxiety.

The lips had turned slightly pale and had a dry sheen due to being tense for a long time.

At this moment, as he was sure that what Lin Zhengyuan said was true, his tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly like petals gently brushed by the breeze.

A sigh of relief, like a long-accumulated anger, finally slowly escaped from Ma Wenjian's mouth.

This sigh was mixed with a sense of relief and the release of all previous worries.

It turned into a wisp of faint white mist in the cold air and dissipated in an instant.

Looking at Ma Wenjian's shoulders, they had been raised high due to the huge pressure.

Like two vigilant mountains, ready to respond to unknown crises at any time.

Those raised shoulders seemed to be carrying the heavy burden brought by the entire "Shanxi Military Horse Case".

The muscles bulge due to long-term tension and appear particularly stiff.

However, at this moment, his shoulders seemed to have received a silent command and were no longer raised high as before, but drooped naturally.

The movement was gentle and slow, as if a heavy burden had been lifted all at once.

As his shoulders dropped, Ma Wenjian's entire body showed an unprecedented state of relaxation.

It was like a puppet wound up, finally stopping its tense movements at this moment.

It was not until this moment that Ma Wenjian finally felt relieved.

The previous thick worry and uneasiness in his eyes completely faded away.

Instead, there is a kind of calmness and serenity as if one has survived a disaster.

The cold wind of late winter was still biting, but the winter-like haze in Ma Wenjian's heart had dissipated. He stood there quietly, feeling this rare peace.

It seemed as if the white snow around had become exceptionally softer, no longer as freezing cold as before.

Lin Zhengyuan had a sharp eye and was always paying close attention to Ma Wenjian's every move.

When he saw Ma Wenjian staring at him from the beginning, with a cautious look as he tried to find out whether it was true or not.

After confirming the news, my body went through a series of changes as if a burden had been lifted.

This series of delicate and real reactions shocked Lin Zhengyuan's heart.

He instantly realized that Ma Wenjian was not as ignorant of the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" as he appeared to be.

In fact, it is not difficult to infer from Ma Wenjian's various reactions that he must have some knowledge of this major case that shocked the government and the public, and may even know some unknown details.

However, Ma Wenjian's position as the head of the imperial garden was only the lowest level of the ninth grade, which was just a drop in the ocean in the strict hierarchical system of the officialdom.

In this complicated situation, facing such a major and sensitive "Shanxi Military Horse Case", his official position was pitifully low.

Any inappropriate words or actions may bring disaster to oneself like a butterfly effect.

Therefore, Ma Wenjian had no choice but to turn a deaf ear and dumb, trying to protect himself in this storm in this seemingly negative way and avoid being drawn into the bottomless whirlpool of officialdom.

Lin Zhengyuan thought to himself: In today's Ming officialdom, everyone is weighing the pros and cons for their own survival and future.

Although Ma Wenjian's move seemed quite helpless, it was actually human nature.

At this moment, the horse breeder, Old Man Li, who was standing not far away, smiled and reminded: "My Lords, it is getting late now, shouldn't we hurry up and do our business?"

Lin Zhengyuan came back to his senses and nodded, saying: "Mr. Li is right, this is exactly what I was thinking, we are of the same opinion.

Master Ma, I just saw in the account book that there are 100 Mongolian stallions in the Yuanma Temple. I wonder where they are now?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Wenjian quickly turned around and hurriedly walked towards another part of the horse farm.

Next to the more remote stable, he found Halacha, the herd leader in charge of raising Mongolian stallions.

"Halacha!"

Ma Wenjian shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the empty horse farm.

When Halacha heard the shout, he immediately put down the work in his hands and walked over quickly.

I saw that he was tall and strong with high cheekbones.

Because Halacha worked on the grasslands and horse farms all year round, his skin was worn down by the merciless scorching sun and biting cold wind.

The result is a deep bronze hue with a healthy glow.

The fine lines on his skin seemed like traces carved by time, recording the countless days and nights he had spent on this land.

Seeing Ma Wenjian and Halacha hurriedly returning from afar, Lin Zhengyuan's heart suddenly tightened after his gaze lingered on the bronze skin for a moment.

In Lin Zhengyuan's opinion, people like Haracha who have been living in grassland and horse farm environment for a long time must have a tough character and unpredictable style of behavior.

In addition, the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" is so complicated and sensitive, and it is unknown whether this seemingly simple group leader in front of him has any connection with the case.

This unknown unstable factor made Lin Zhengyuan's nerves tense instantly.

His mind began to quickly think of a countermeasure, and his eyes couldn't help but become more scrutinizing.

"My lords, you asked me to come here. What do you want me to do?"

When Halacha spoke, he had a very strong Mongolian accent.

Not only does he speak faster, but his voice also sounds particularly loud.

However, this concise and direct language style made the officials of the Enma Temple, headed by Lin Zhengyuan, frown at the same time. (End of this chapter)