Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1430 Mystery revealed

  Fang Jifan returned to the mansion.

  He looked like he was holding the pearls of wisdom.

   Zhu Houzhao was already here in Zhenguo Mansion, anxiously waiting for Fang Jifan.

  As soon as Fang Jifan came back, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "Old Fang, how is it?"

Fang Jifan naturally knew Zhu Houzhao's temperament, and this kind of thing naturally made his heart burn, so he couldn't help smiling at him and said: "Your Majesty was angry at first, but after being moved with emotion and understanding by the minister, Finally understood the stakes, he has made up his mind and let us do our thing."

  Zhu Houzhao applauded.

"That's great. I know that when dealing with my father, I should kill him first. But... I have a question. My father is a saint. What am I?" Zhu Houzhao stared at Fang Jifan with wide-eyed eyes. Confused, but only for a moment, he seemed to have figured it out, and then said with a smile.

   "Old Fang, you should let Li Chaowen add a sub-sage to that bastard. Father is a sage, and I am a sub-sage. You are the third sage."

  Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao strangely, and said in his heart, if it were the Three Sages, then he should not be called the Three Sages, but Dasha, Ersha and Sansha.

   The cause of the incident came from the Statistics Division.

  The Statistics Department goes deep into various counties to collect local data, and the news that can be inquired is also varied.

  One of the biggest problems is that there are still a lot of conservative and old-fashioned forces in the local area.

  Confucianism has been passed down for so many years, how can it be swept away.

  Over the years, new learning has gradually gained the upper hand in the capital, Jiangnan, Jiaozhi, Baoding and other areas, but in many places, there are still many stubborn scholars.

   They are the most numerous, but… not enough.

  Because they are a mess.

  After all, they failed the imperial examinations, so they asked for money, um, they were all precious notes issued by Xishan.

  Therefore, apart from scolding a few words in the local area, they seem to have done nothing.

   But Fang Jifan was still on guard against them.

  Because this group of disorganized people has great power, and there is a possibility of resurgence at any time.

  What they lack now is just a backbone. In the hearts of these scholars, they also need a backbone.

  Because of this, there are some people with ulterior motives who take the opportunity to keep brewing and spread rumors everywhere, saying that the saint is about to come out.

  The essence of the so-called sage is that there are many stubborn scholars. They need a sage to appear, so as to lead everyone and defend their own values.

Since the year before last, such rumors have been going on. Obviously, someone behind the scenes is fanning the flames. It has lasted for two full years. The news of the saint's birth has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. What Fang Jifan has to do is to beat these guys to the ground. Completely cut off their thoughts.

  Thus... from the very beginning, from Li Chaowen, to intensifying the rumors to attract the attention of the court, and now to get His Majesty's support, this is all planned.

  The purpose is to force the people behind to surface.

  Secondly, cut off their thoughts.

Seeing that Fang Jifan was silent, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help scratching his head: "Forget it, this sub-sage, just don't do it, what are you doing with a straight face." As he said, Zhu Houzhao's face showed stubbornness, very unconvinced Said.

"Hmph, this is because I am not the emperor. If I were the emperor, I would designate myself as the Jade Emperor and the King of Yama, to unify the Three Realms, and a mere saint. This Palace will seal you as Bi Mawen, wouldn’t it be nice to raise horses for this Palace.”

   Zhu Houzhao really did this kind of thing.

Fang Jifan didn't answer the words, but cupped his fists at Zhu Houzhao: "At that time, I will go to Huangjinzhou to become a fan, and take care of my one-acre three-point land. Your Royal Highness, it is not that I will go away cruelly, but that there are dozens of ministers. My relatives are all there, I can't rest assured, I am a person who attaches great importance to feelings, I have dreamed of them these days, in the dream they all sang songs, crossed thousands of miles of ocean, and arrived at the Golden Island happily, Live happily together."

  Zhu Houzhao gave Fang Jifan a blank look, and told the truth mercilessly.

   "Within ten years, if half of them die, I will chop off their heads."

  Fang Jifan was heartbroken, clutching his heart, looking like he was utterly hurt.

"His Royal Highness is too cruel, how can you say such cruel words. Besides, people will die, either from poverty, or from swords and diseases. People in our old Fang family are not afraid of death. I'm afraid of being poor, so if you don't believe me, go and inquire about it."

Zhu Houzhao slapped his head: "Speak seriously, Lao Fang, the problem now is, how can you prove that the father is a saint, and... people in the world can still be convinced? You have guaranteed the ticket, but if you can't convince people, you have to pay for it." What's the use?"

  This is the crux of the problem.

  A sage is nothing, and neither is the Jade Emperor.

  The problem is that someone has to believe Li Chaowen's words, otherwise, people will only think that Li Chaowen is just sycophanting, and he was ordered by His Majesty. What's the point?

  Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Soon, His Highness will know, and when the time comes, His Highness the Prince Custodian's eyes will be wide open."

  Zhu Houzhao still wants to know the answer.

   But Fang Jifan refused to say anything about his death, which made him quite frustrated.

  Fang Jifan couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder, comforting him.

   "Your Highness, don't worry, let's see who will jump out then."

  ...

  The memorabilia of impeachment finally appeared.

   Most of them are from Nanjing.

  People in Beijing, even if they think it is absurd that His Majesty is a saint, most of them dare not speak out.

  After all, most people know that Fang Jifan and Li Chaowen are closely related, and everyone has already seen what kind of person Fang Jifan is. Although they laugh at this matter in private, they dare not say it publicly.

  But the impeachment memorial sent by Nanjing Kuaima is different.

  The Ming Dynasty had two teams.

  One set is in the capital, and the other is in Nanjing city.

  For example, in the capital, there are the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Officials, while in Nanjing City, there are also the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of War in Nanjing. The levels of the two sides are the same.

  The ministers of the six ministries of Nanjing are stationed in Nanjing City. Their power is not comparable to that of the six ministries of the capital, but they are at the same level.

  There was a lot of trouble in Nanjing this time, probably because most people thought it was nonsense.

   These impeachment memorials almost all pointed out a problem, that is, the lessons learned by the former emperor Chenghua.

When the first emperor of Chenghua was around, he also believed in these Taoists. These Taoists even directly conferred official positions and allowed them to freely enter and exit the palace. God is angry.

   Now, is Your Majesty going to follow the example of the former Emperor Chenghua?

  Therefore, I implore the emperor to immediately take down Li Chaowen and punish him, find out the people behind Li Chaowen, and take them down together.

  In Beijing, a murderous spirit suddenly rose.

  Everyone was staring at the palace, as if they were waiting for His Majesty's next move.

   And at this moment...

  Fang Jifan looked at the sent reports one by one, which were all sent by the Statistics Department. When he saw one of them, he almost jumped up, danced happily, and couldn't help shouting.

   "Sure enough, I caught it out. Aha, the one who wanted to be a saint was this old fox, Wang Jinyuan, Wang Jinyuan, you bastard, come here quickly!"

  Fang Jifan looked at the name on the report, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out of excitement, like a butcher who has sharpened his knife and found a good pig in the pigsty. You look at the pig, it is big and round.

  (end of this chapter)