Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Benevolence and morality.

This is the commanding heights that Qingliu and others occupy very well.

Don't look at them usually doing nothing.

But when it comes to bullshit, words like loving the people like children are almost all firmly controlled by them.

Liu An is a young bird. As a member of the Ministry of Rites, he has always been the embodiment of morality. To put it bluntly, even if he claims to be Liu Daode, no one dares to question him.

But now...it's embarrassing.

The embarrassment is not that he was questioned by Fang Jifan, nor that his moral cloak was stripped off, but that he had spent his whole life studying books and studying benevolence and morality, but he was unable to fight back effectively against Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan looked at Liu An and said sarcastically, "Liu Shizhong, are you speaking human language?"

"You insulted the minister." Liu An said, but the counterattack was very weak.

Those ministers who were eager to give it a try suddenly lost their temper. They suddenly realized that Fang Jifan was not a soft persimmon.

"What?" Ke Fang Jifan asked back, with an innocent look like a child.

This is Fang Jifan's real personality, he has always been living off of me as a child, so this sound, coupled with Fang Jifan's innocent look, almost made Liu An vomit blood.

I reasoned with you, and you scolded; I asked why you scolded, and you started throwing away materials; I had nothing to say, and you scolded me as inhuman; I told you that you insulted me, and you started pretending tenderly again .

Liu An felt that his breathing was very uncomfortable, like a lump in his throat, and a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.

He was angry and annoyed, and stammered: "You humiliate me like this, I...I..."

Fang Jifan was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "You were the one who was wrong first, did I provoke you in a decent way?"

"..." Liu An's mood at this time was like being run by ten thousand muddy horses.

Trying hard to calm down, took a deep breath, trying to calm down and deal with it, but sadly found that the people who had agreed to stand up and speak out together, now they all started pretending to be grandsons, and no one stood up to defend themselves .

Liu An decided that he couldn't be led by Fang Jifan like this.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly shouted sharply: "Fang Jifan, you urged His Royal Highness to go to Lingqiu. Do you know where the Lingqiu is? His Royal Highness is a rich man. You and the students of the academy are not afraid of death. That's all, but if something happens to His Royal Highness, do you know what the consequences will be?"

This was his last counterattack.

In fact, this is his trump card.

It was just some kind of moral criticism. The most important thing is that you, Fang Jifan, encouraged the crown prince to disregard the country. Although nothing happened now, what if something happened? If next time, you, Fang Jifan, still encouraged the prince, what happened, what is the difference between you, Fang Jifan, and a traitor?

Liu An gritted his teeth, wanting to say something awe-inspiring.

But at this time, Fang Jifan said leisurely: "Wait a minute, I have something to say."

"..."

Fang Jifan bent down and continued to take out a thick document from the box.

Compared with Fang Jifan's calmness, Liu An looked at Fang Jifan's actions very calmly again!

The most unbearable thing is this!

His face was blue and white, and his thick eyebrows were deeply frowned! I'm trying to reason with you, why are you always taking things out of boxes?

Holding the thick document in his hands, Fang Jifan looked at Emperor Hongzhi and said, "Your Majesty, gentlemen, this...is the Wanmin Letter written by the people of Lingqiu County."

Everyone was in an uproar again.

Wanminshu, I haven't seen this thing for a long time.

Because Wanmin, under normal circumstances, is monopolized by Qingliu!

For example, they often call themselves the people, so no matter who they talk to, they have to say something about the common people; in short, there are tens of millions of people in the world, but these tens of millions of people can't read big characters, and they work at sunrise and work at sunset. And interest, to be honest, I don't understand anything.

A group of people who are only limited to a radius of ten miles, and may have never walked out of a radius of a hundred miles in their entire lives. They have neither studied nor worked hard all day. Ragged, with no tiles on the top, and no place to stand on the bottom, but right next door to them, in the high courtyard wall, those gentry and gentlemen who claim to be "accumulating good people", their sons, studying, taking a pilot test, and being an official, He has become a Qingliu, but in the court hall, whenever he mentions these poor people, his eyes are always red, and he always represents thousands of people, fighting with others.

But today, Liu An unexpectedly failed to control the representative power of the common people.

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the Wanmin book vigilantly.

What do you mean, you, a scum like Fang Jifan, want to speak for thousands of people?

It's a very disorienting feeling.

Obviously only I, Liu An, represent thousands of poor people.

He was very sad and aggrieved. Even a scum like Fang Jifan has started to represent the poor common people. Is this okay?

Ignoring Liu An's staring eyes, Fang Jifan opened the Wanmin Shu without haste and said, "This Wanmin Shu was written by a Confucian scholar in Lingqiu. Afterwards, it was recited in various places in the disaster area, and the common people signed it with their own hands."

"..."

At this moment, Xie Qian smiled slowly.

In Fang Jifan's heart, he really admired Xie Qian.

Who else can tinker with such a delicate job, such as Wanminshu, except for someone like Xie Qian who has been in the temple for a long time?

At this time Fang Jifan said: "In the face of a catastrophe, human life is worthless. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went to Lingqiu in person. The people of Lingqiu are all grateful..."

This is a very simple article.

To tell the truth, a teacher who enlightens children is often just a scholar who failed to pass the examination of scholar. After working for most of his life, there is a little ink in his stomach, but it is half a bucket of water.

If you want to expect him to write some beautiful articles, it is wishful thinking.

What's more, the book of Wanmin must be recited to the common people first, and after the common people approve it, it will be drawn and marked. It must be easy to understand.

Fang Jifan read this Wanmin book, secretly saying in his heart that Mr. Xie is very powerful, and that he should pay attention to what he does, and the most important thing is truth.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's great kindness, grass people, etc., are so grateful, great Ming Qianqiu, my emperor's sage, grass people, etc., have received the favor of the prince Yulu, even if they die, it is difficult to repay it..."

No one in the hall spoke.

They were all listening carefully to every word Fang Jifan read. In fact, this article has no aesthetic feeling, and the rest is just nasty flattery.

Zhu Houzhao, who was still kneeling, straightened his waist all of a sudden.

Although just now he was still looking pitiful, but in an instant, the dragon and the tiger became fierce, and the man also appeared inexplicably heroic.

After Fang Jifan finished reading, he passed the large stack of Wanmin Books to the eunuch and said, "Please read it, Your Majesty."

The eunuch took Wanmin's book, looked at the crooked words on it, dared not neglect, and hurriedly sent Wanmin's book to the imperial case.

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes were instantly attracted, he looked down, the content on it was hardly different from what Fang Jifan recited.

This is just a 300-word article, and it is actually worthless to study.

But what really shocked Emperor Hongzhi was the countless shocking fingerprints on this article.

There are as many as a hundred pages in a stack of Wanmin books, and on each page, there are layers of fingerprints, which are innumerable.

Emperor Hongzhi stared straight at the scene.

He looked at every fingerprint on it and gasped, what is it? This is popular support and prestige.

Countless people sang the praises of my emperor's long live and the prince's love for the people. Of course, they also boasted a little about Fang Jifan and Xishan Academy, which recorded in detail how the prince led the students of Xishan Academy to rescue the disaster. Although the words were not beautiful, they were very touching. reality.

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Zhu Houzhao.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao's face was flushed, and he actually felt a little flustered.

What Emperor Hongzhi thought was, with this disaster relief, who would dare to say that the crown prince is a fool?

Based on this achievement alone, if after a hundred years, the crown prince succeeds to the throne, I don't need to worry about anything.

My son... really kissed the river embankment, took the lead, this guy, really took the lead in lifting the boulder, really there, like everyone else, living on a few rice balls every day?

Did he really only sleep on the embankment at night?

Emperor Hongzhi remained silent, because he could not do this.

Although he was called diligent, would he put down his airs and kiss the embankment?

The disaster relief in just half a month must have been hard to imagine.

Emperor Hongzhi was silent for a moment, and said, "Prince..."

"My son is here..." Zhu Houzhao learned his lesson, got up immediately, and when he arrived in the hall, he prostrated himself on the ground very politely.

When Emperor Hongzhi saw the prince prostrating on the ground, his eyes seemed to soften a bit: "I'm here to ask you, are all the words here true?"

Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt aggrieved, if it wasn't true, could it still be fake?

Zhu Houzhao said: "It's true to tell my father."

Emperor Hongzhi was silent, and looked down at the Wanmin Book again. He was still a little unsure: "You tell the truth."

"It's true." Zhu Houzhao was anxious, is this still my father? What's wrong with me doing some good deeds, why don't I be allowed to do some good deeds?

I went to rescue the disaster, why do you think it's just a joke in your eyes?

Zhu Houzhao had just heard the content of the Wan Yan Shu, and his heart was full of pride and excitement, but now...

He raised his eyes and looked at his father's dignified face, as if a plate of cold water had been poured on his head, and he was also a little annoyed.

So he gritted his teeth and began to undress without saying a word.

"..."

What's the situation?

All the monarchs and ministers in the palace were dumbfounded.

But Zhu Houzhao took off his gown with three slaps and five cuts, and was shirtless!

But then, there were bursts of exclamations from the hall.

Fang Jifan took a closer look, and couldn't help but startled!

Oh, the muscles of His Royal Highness are very good, very well-proportioned, and they are really different from other coquettish Jian goods.

Of course, this is not the point. What Zhu Houzhao wants to show is the scars all over his body.

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