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In the past month or so, Yan Dajian has been in a state of anxiety.

He didn't know how long Fang Xing's people went to Fujian to return, and whether he would find out his problems when he was an official in Fujian.

He has lived like a year for more than a month.

So he lost weight quickly.

My colleagues were all curious about how good his weight loss was, so someone asked. Yan Dajian said that this was the price of a lot of official business and hard work day and night.

As long as a person is busy all day long, there is almost no chance of obesity.

So this answer was recognized, and it attracted a lot of admiration.

His Majesty has not appointed a candidate for the Book of Etiquette, and obviously he will not consider Yan Dajian again.

As the agent Shangshu, if he is meritorious during this period, he will naturally be ignored by the new Shangshu.

If you have, then I'm sorry, you can't run away from your responsibility.

Therefore, this kind of agency is the most unpleasant. The officials who take over temporarily won't make any effort. At most, they are watching. As long as they don't make a big basket, the rest is my shit.

However, Yan Dajian worked conscientiously in the position of agency, and he was not impatient, and he did not break the pot because of his failure in his official career, which made people feel embarrassed.

Know more people in general!

But why does your Majesty look down on him?

"grown ups."

When Yan Dajian walked into the Ministry of Rites, all the officials he met along the way bowed their hands solemnly.

This is a state of mind.

From the perspective of human mentality, no one wants to have people on their heads.

But the state of mind is the state of mind, and reality is reality.

So since it cannot be avoided, it must be the best one.

Compared with the kind Yan Dajian, God knows what virtue is the next Shangshu?

So everyone's sympathy and respect come from the heart.

But Yan Dajian just smiled, and then he bowed his hands in response.

Only he himself knows why he lost weight.

Life and death are not terrible, but the terrible thing is waiting.

Especially the unknown waiting!

That kind of suffering made the top of his head bald, as if he had been grabbed by a ghost. It's just covered by a hat, others don't know.

Entering his duty room, Yan Dajian closed the door, and when he turned around, the smile on his face had disappeared without a trace.

"brute!"

Even in the morning, he was still tired as if he hadn't slept all night.

He leaned back in his chair and took a nap. As for official business, he would ask for instructions in the memorial for important matters, and the officials under the trivial matters would deal with it.

This kind of rule by doing nothing satisfied everyone, so Yan Dajian gained a good reputation.

But now he is distraught every day, just not showing up in front of others.

He leaned quietly on the back of the chair, opened his eyes when someone knocked on the door, took a deep breath, and squeezed out a kind smile, and said, "Come in."

"grown ups……"

The morning passed quickly. After Yan Dajian was finished, he walked out the door, feeling as if he had been born again.

He slowly walked out of the ceremony department until he reached the street without going to any restaurants, so he found a roadside stall to sit down, and said kindly: "Five pot stickers, another bowl of lamb soup, and some chili."

Someone recognizes his official uniform, so people around will inevitably admire the gentleness of a high official who can also eat the roadside stall.

Potstickers are delicious, and now Daming's potstickers have long been played out, and you can choose from a variety of flavors.

The mutton soup is very rich, with a slight mutton taste just right.

The people around all ate heartily, a mouthful of pot stickers and a mouthful of mutton soup, and it didn't take long for them to sweat.

There was a sound of horseshoes, Yan Dajian turned around and saw a gray-headed cavalry rushing towards the imperial city.

"This is military sentiment."

"Oh! Could it be someone calling from outside the Great Wall."

"Bullshit! He is from the south, should he go around to report the letter? Then there are not enough heads to cut!"

Yan Dajian squinted slightly to watch the cavalry go away, then turned around and continued to eat.

After he finished eating slowly, he rode out in the direction of the imperial city, but it was the cavalry who had just reported.

The exhausted cavalry went outside the city, Yan Dajian felt relieved, and then slowly paced back.

The cavalry went all the way out of the city and then to Fangjiazhuang.

"Where did it come from?"

Jia Ding stopped him, and the sergeant dismounted with difficulty and said: "Jiaozhi, this change of people and horses is just for news."

Fang Xing was having lunch. When he arrived in the front yard, he saw the sergeant and asked, "But someone is conspiring to rebel?"

The area of ​​Jiaozhi was rebellious, and if anyone dared to seek rebellion, Fang Xing felt that the lack of overseas manpower would be enough.

"Uncle, Master Xiao Niang has gone."

Fang Xing stayed for a while, then looked to the side.

A family member came in and brought warm tea to the sergeant, and the sergeant took two sips and drank it.

The sound of Gudong Gudong was still in his ears, Fang Xing thought of the little girl.

She is always a little shy, but she does things vigorously.

Fifty years...

The sergeant took out a piece of paper from his arms, and then said: "The confession of Mr. Wang, the chief officer of Jiaozhi, Mr. Xiao Niang said before he went to Beijing to see you, and said... I'm sorry, no Fulfilling the fifty-year promise..."

Fang Xing took the piece of paper, took a look, and said, "You take a break, Fang has a letter here, please bring it to Master Wang when you go back."

Later he came back again, gave the letter to the sergeant, and then asked someone to take him to take a bath and change his clothes.

Both Xie Jin and Huang Zhong knew Xiao Niang's offbeat, but seeing Fang Xing's face gloomy, they persuaded: "Since she has gone, Your Majesty will definitely say that she has it both before and after her life, and it can be regarded as mourning after death. "

Fang Xingqiang smiled and said, "I see."

Later he went to the palace to beg to see you.

He was thinking about that sentence along the way, and after seeing Zhu Zhanji, the first sentence was blurted out.

"My little mother is considered martyred."

Zhu Zhanji didn't take the matter of Xiao Niang in his eyes, but Wang Delong said that the local women in Jiaozhi regarded Xiao Niang as a god, and he prepared for a chase.

"Martyred?"

Zhu Zhanji feels that Fang Xing is mostly nostalgic, but the word martyrdom cannot be used indiscriminately~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fang Xing said: "After the little mother killed her husband, I saved her and told her that I would do something for Daming Five. After ten years of forgiveness, and then she worked desperately, Wang Delong said that she was exhausted to death..."

Zhu Zhanji frowned and said: "The officials in Guangxi and Yunnan are quite complaining about Xiao Niang, saying that the inferiority of men and women are gradually being subverted in the two places."

"That was only for a while."

Fang Xing could not tell Zhu Zhanji that women should be liberated and men and women are equal, otherwise Zhu Zhanji would probably think that he was slanderous.

"Furthermore, Xiao Niang made an indelible contribution to Daming's stabilization of Jiaozhi. Your Majesty, her achievements will be passed down through the ages, and even become legends in Jiaozhi and other places..."

"Legendary..."

Looking at Fang Xing, Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked, "You said you were going to be the legend of Ming Dynasty, do you still think like this now?"

Fang Xing said earnestly: "Yes, I have always wanted to be a legend of Daming, it's best to be a legendary one, but it is estimated that it will be another three hundred years."

Zhu Zhanji asked: "Why will it take three hundred years?"

Fang Xing said: "Because after I die, Confucianism is definitely still in the court, and the folks are still fighting against Confucianism and science. Therefore, my reputation after death must be mixed. Correct it."

Zhu Zhanji said with satisfaction: "I am very pleased to see that you have a clear understanding of this."

Fang Xing said: "Confucianism has been in the Central Plains for many years. From the court to the countryside, it is almost a godlike existence. I never thought that science would be able to rise to the top in a few decades, and this is not appropriate, because science The foundation is not solid."

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