The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Liu Huiwen's face was calm and he continued: "Your Majesty is in a rage. It is understandable to take this action. But in the long run, once the New Deal fails, I know that I will still return to the original track."

This disciple looked at Liu Huiwen puzzled.

Liu Huiwen kindly said: "You, after all, still only know how to study dead, the so-called confidant, know the other, win a hundred battles, the new school and the new policy, you do not understand it, how can you overcome it. Right now, it is not the new school When you returned to the New Deal with the New Deal? You see, now the industry is in depression, countless workshops are in danger, let alone other, let ’s just say this Xishan Bank, you know how many bad debts the Xishan Bank has accumulated? These bad debts are fatal. Ah, Xishan Bank, once the financial resources are exhausted, soon the Daming Bao banknotes will not be protected, and those workshops will be completely destroyed. By then, how will the so many refugees solicited because of the New Deal be settled? In the end ... Your Majesty still depends on the gentry to govern the world? If you want to win the hearts of the gentry, you have to rely on the sacred learning, and on the basis of the sacred learning, you must open an imperial examination to take the sergeant. See, soon, it ’s about time. Now it seems to be against the saints, it ’s not good for you and me, but it ’s just turning around. ”

When the disciples heard this, they felt more at ease in their hearts and said, "What the teacher teaches is."

At this moment, Liu Huiwen's calm face was suddenly cold and frosted. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Now see how long Xishan Qianzhuang can persist. The merchants seem to have sensed the danger and think To try to save one, huh ... maybe save one moment, and save one life? The moon is full, the water is full, and it overflows. This is the same as ever. Today, the rampant of these people is precisely the time for their failure. "

At this point, Liu Huiwen coughed desperately.

His body is gone, but at the moment, there is still a red glow on his face. To him, he seems to be a hero who can turn the tide. If he can complete one thing in his life, he can smile. What's wrong with Jiuquan's major events?

He looked at the hall with a faint smile on his lips, and said: "When Qi Guogong died in the fire, the outcome was divided. This is a never-ending holy school."

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A cart and horse had galloped into Xishan, but just moving forward, they found many guards in the palace.

Fang Jifan had to get off, looking at the appearance of Xishan, Fang Jifan couldn't help but feel excited and difficult to suppress, except that it seemed that there was a little more gas to kill here, everything is fine here.

At this time, the guards stepped forward to block it, but when they looked closely, they saw Fang Jifan, but as if they saw ghosts, they stood in the same place.

For a long time, he was speechless.

Fang Jifan was too lazy to take care of him, and continued to move forward to the door of his long-standing house.

But seeing the outside of this house, the hundred officials stood silently.

Fang Jifan sighed, although he used to hate these people, but now he has been away for a long time, and he found that even they have become cute.

At this moment, someone suddenly screamed.

But he was alone. His eyes fell on Fang Jifan. When he saw Fang Jifan, it was like seeing a ghost. Under fear, he shivered and shouted.

His shout suddenly attracted countless eyes.

Soon, everyone looked in the direction of Fang Jifan.

At this moment ... Fang Jifan realized the feeling of being a monkey again.

So, Fang Jifan stole his nose and didn't make a sound, passing through the crowd.

An elderly official, the pupils in his eyes contracted, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Probably want to say ... Qi Guogong ... he is alive ...

It's just that the words haven't been spoken yet. Perhaps it was terrified and the heartbeat was so fast that he quickly covered his heart with his hands and breathed quickly. At the next moment, the whole figure fell directly to the ground.

But at this time, no one could care for him.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Fang Jifan.

This Fang Jifan ... is the soul still?

Lord Yan did not dare to accept him?

Is this really Qi Guogong? Could it be forged by similar people?

But ... Look at this look of self-improvement, and there is no one here ... like ... really ...

Then Liu Huiwen had enough rest, and suddenly found that the distant bird was silent, and he was also stunned for a moment. He didn't know what happened, so he let his disciples help him forward.

But seeing Fang Jifan heading towards the Lingtang, Da Lala left.

This figure ... is very familiar ...

Immediately, Liu Huiwen shuddered, and then coughed desperately.

In the turbid old eyes, the pupils contracted.

He didn't believe his eyes.

This ... is this ... Fang Jifan?

No, Fang Jifan should be dead.

The secret message sent from Nantong Prefecture was plain and clear.

Liu Huiwen thought this was his illusion.

He widened his eyes and couldn't help saying: "Fang ... Fang Jifan ..."

This Liu Huiwen's voice broke the silence outside the hall.

Fang Jifan smiled bitterly in his heart, and finally ... seemed to see a person who was "alive" and could speak.

He only glanced at Liu Wenhui, but found that Liu Wenhui's body was trembling.

Fang Jifan felt that he was a close person, so he said, "Why, what should I do?"

This is an understatement.

But this voice ... Liu Hui's culture can be recognized as gray.

He snapped and felt his heart hurt so badly.

The sweaty soybeans flowed down his forehead.

The disciples on the side seemed to be stung by the wasps, and the whole person was clever.

Fang Jifan ... really alive ...

So, in Nantongzhou ...

Liu Huiwen was afraid to continue to imagine.

Seeing that they were also stunned, Fang Jifan ignored him and went on into the hall.

In the hall, still still sorrowful emotions permeated.

Emperor Hongzhi had been helped to sit down, still looking sad.

Zhu Xiurong wiped tears.

Zhu Hou seemed to be in a state of distraction. In his mind, all the previous things had been swept through his mind like a lantern.

Zhu Zaimo's mood was extremely heavy, and he seemed to be thinking about his teacher's teachings to him in the past.

But at this time, someone broke in.

Fang Jifan felt embarrassed, after all ... Everyone regarded themselves as ghosts.

When he entered the hall, he seemed to explode behind him, and whispers of countless people were heard.

Fang Jifan picked his nose awkwardly.

I glanced at the people in the hall, and then I looked up and saw my spiritual position ...

It must be said that the layout of this hall is not quite like its own style.

Fang Jifan had expected that if one day, he really left the world, not to mention that his children and grandchildren were required to jump on their graves before death. One grid.

His body, like a ghost, wandered around in this hall.

Hearing the noise outside, everyone in the hall couldn't help but looked up in amazement.

Then ... they are no different from the hundred officials outside, all looking at Fang Jifan like a ghost.

A person, his eyes wide open and his eyes fixed.

Another embarrassing silence.

At least at this moment, Zhu Houzhao thought he should let go of his throat and shout for help.

After all, the **** is so infiltrating.

"Lao ... Lao Fang ..." or Zhu Houzhao responded quickly. He got up and said Ai Ai.

Fang Jifan busy towards Zhu Hou Zhao gave a ritual: "Have seen His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, some days are gone, hello."

Zhu Houzhao lost his soul, but muttered to himself: "This palace ... This palace is not a dream."

Fang Jifan walked to Zhu Houzhao and showed a smile, then extended his hand and pinched Zhu Houzhao's face fiercely.

Zhu Houzhao made a pig-like howl.

"Does it hurt?"

"The surname is Fang, you're a ghost and you still ... ah, it hurts ... this ... this is not a dream ..."

Zhu Hou shook his body, then looked at Fang Jifan inconceivably, his hands supported Fang Jifan's shoulders, and began to shake: "Lao Fang ... Lao Fang ... You are not dead, are you not dead?"

He suddenly exulted and laughed: "Aren't you dead, how come you live again?"

Fang Jifan had a warm current in his heart and said, "It was almost dying, but Lord Yan heard that there are people more fierce than him in the world. All the debts owed to the buttocks frightened the minister to repay the sun. "

Fang Jifan joked, but his face tightened: "It can be seen that even the King Yan, everyone said that he is fair and selfless, but in fact it is nothing but their knowledge. They are not aware of people. The emperor, the emperor knows heroes, emphasizes heroes, and the world's talents are all clearly arranged by him. Talking about the ancients and the present, the princes in the world are no longer worthy of comparing with my emperor. None of the fairies and ghosts can match the emperor. "

All the people in this hall of worship are like wandering at the moment.

Only after hearing this remark, Emperor Hongzhi slammed the fierce spirit.

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Even if you dream by yourself, there is absolutely no imagination to create such a dream.

He ... really Fang Jifan ...

Fang Jifan is still alive ...

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt this remark, like the sound of nature, so his dragon and tiger fiercely emerged from the chair, and his face was very excited, but he remembered the broken hearts of these days, and his heart rose suddenly. Angry, the ghosts made the gods worse, shouted loudly: "Ji Fan, you are so brave, you ... you dare to bully the king, do you dare to die?"

Fang Jifan didn't say anything, he quickly saluted and said righteously: "Children's death!"

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