Zhu Zhanji's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand gently patted the armrest.
A cicada screams desperately outside, as if it never tires.
Just like this Ming Emperor......
The emperor, who was in his prime, learned of his nephew's death, and he was silent.
An Lun already had a tide on his back, but he never thought that the emperor would feel guilty or troubled by it.
The emperor is ruthless!
Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly and said, "I sent the imperial doctor to catch up, and I went to sea all the way and came back." ” Yu Jia bowed down and responded, and then went out to make arrangements.
Zhu Zhanji looked at his back disappearing into the sunlight outside the door, suddenly smiled slightly, and asked, "What do you want?"
” An Lun knelt down without hesitation, and then said in a panic: "Your Majesty, the slave maid has only one loyalty......
Dedicated. ” Zhu Zhanji looked down at him slightly, and asked again mockingly, "What do you want to write?"
” Anlun just prostrateged.
The sound of the forehead tapping on the floor tiles was in my ears, but it was not crisp.
Zhu Zhanji sighed slightly: "Xing Hebo told me back then, people have a purpose, the purpose of life, some people like money, some people like power, some people like beauty, some people like food......
What do you like?
” Anlun can only kowtow.
At this moment, no matter what he says, loyalty is in vain, and he wants to cover it up.
Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while, and when An Lun's forehead was full of bruises, he said lightly: "Go ahead." ” An Lun got up, his body shaking a little.
Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked: "You have clashed with Xing Hebo a few times, but secretly helped him many times, why?"
” An Lun's body straightened and swayed, he felt a little dizzy, but he still maintained that trace of consciousness.
"Your Majesty, slave ......"
The sharp pain of the previous prostration did not bring him to tears, but now it was a tearful eyelid down his eyes.
Zhu Zhanji watched those hot tears slip down coldly, and he was not moved.
"Your Majesty, when the slave maid was in Jinling, he and Xing and Bo had several official interactions, Xing and Bo were harmonious, and the slave and maid felt that they could have more friends in the future, who knew that Tian'en suddenly descended, Your Majesty Longen, the slave and the maid actually entered Beijing, and then went to Dongchang."
Zhu Zhanji asked sneeringly: "Then what are you worried about?"
” An Lun wiped away his tears and said: "Your Majesty, Xinghe Bo is an important minister of Your Majesty, and the slave knows that although the position of the superintendent of the East Factory is in the limelight, the risk is not small......
Zhu Zhanji said expressionlessly: "You haven't made many mistakes in Dongchang in the past few years, but you can't escape the use of public weapons for private use."
Say, what is the grudge between Yan Dajian and you?
” An Lun didn't expect the emperor to even know about the fact that he sent someone to keep an eye on Yan Dajian, he choked up and said: "Your Majesty, when the slave maid was still at home, the family was bullied by the Yan family, and the slave maid was a little ...... after becoming the factory supervisor."
"What?"
Zhu Zhanji took a sip of the teacup, and then gently put the teacup down.
There was a subtle sound from the touch of the teacup and the table, but An Lun was frightened.
He raised his head and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, the slave and maid will be rewarded, and they only want Yan Dajian to suffer......
Zhu Zhanji stared at his eyes, and his gaze gradually became clear, "Next time, if you dare to make a ghost, I will kill you alive!"
” An Lun almost walked out of the Qianqing Palace with a sweat, the sun outside was very big, but he still shivered, and then looked at Song Laoshi who was sweeping in front of him.
Song honestly swept the floor very seriously, and was completely distracted.
The broom is sweeping rhythmically, not as heavy as a long labor, but very light.
An Lun was watching all this, and he felt that such a day was despair, despair without hope.
How about sweeping the floor day after day, eating and sleeping every day?
An Lun has seen the lives of those ordinary people and feels that it is very tormenting, and he will definitely not be able to live it.
"Boring?"
He walked over and asked.
Song Laoshi looked up at him curiously, as if looking at a fool and said: "Sweep the floor for food, if you don't sweep the floor, you won't eat, so you have to sweep the floor, you don't even understand this, hey!"
It's pathetic. ” An Lun looked at him and said with some puzzlement: "Eat......
You can make money to eat!
” Yu Jia appeared above, and he looked at the two people below coldly.
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Song honestly tilted his head, and then his brows gradually wrinkled, like a conflict between children, and suddenly took a sip and said, "I can eat meat every day, why do I want to make money?"
” An Lun didn't know what he was thinking, so he blurted out a question: "If you have money, you will have anything."
You can have women with you, you can have good food, you can have slaves to serve you, you can go and play everywhere......"
"It's tiring."
Song honestly shook his head and said, "That will be very tiring, I just like to sweep the floor." ” An Lun shook his head blankly, and walked out with some staggering steps.
Song Laoshi watched him gradually move away with a broom, and suddenly shouted, "Dim sum is the best." ” The figure continued on its way, then shook its head, and finally disappeared outside the gate in the distance.
"How stupid!"
Song honestly shook his head, feeling that he had met another fool, and then he proudly touched the oiled paper bag in his arms, sniffed, and began to sweep the floor again.
Yu Jia witnessed this conversation between fools all the way above, and then said with a sneer: "Sooner or later, one day you will die without a place to bury!"
” He turned around and went in and said, "Your Majesty, An Lun was talking to Song honestly just now. ” Zhu Zhanji glanced at him, and then continued to look at the music.
The emperor's affairs can never be disposed of, and there are new situations everywhere in the Ming Dynasty every day, some happy events, but most of the things that can be reported are bad things......
Therefore, the emperor's eyebrows are often wrinkled, and after a long time, wrinkles will appear, starting from shallow, and I don't know when they will become profound.
And Fang Xing felt that it was very inappropriate for him to have no wrinkles on his forehead.
Because he saw Yan Dajian outside the palace.
The sun was good, and although it was a little hot, it made people feel alive.
Yan Dajian had two more wrinkles on his forehead, and a month ago, even if he laughed, there would not be a trace of wrinkles on his face.
He saw Fang Xing walking towards him, then stopped, and shook his head with complicated eyes.
Fang Xing also saw him, and when he saw him stop, he approached and asked, "But is there something?"
” Yan Dajian asked a little puzzled: "Xinghebo, why did you intercept this official?"
” The so-called interception refers to Fang Xing's blocking of his opportunity to take over as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites.
The current Ministry of Rites still does not have a book, and Yan Dajian is in charge.
If it were someone else, he probably thought that he would take over the position of the secretary of the Ministry of Rites just around the corner, but Yan Dajian knew that Fang Xing would not be untargeted.
But that's too bullying, isn't it?
Fang Xing touched his smooth forehead and said, "What do you want to say?"
” The official behind Yan Dajian retreated a little embarrassed.
"Xinghebo, where did this official offend you?
It's worth your deliberate approach to dealing with this officer. ” At this moment, Yan Dajian became extremely scathing, and the little fear that the other party woke up in the past has disappeared.
This is a seeker of rights.
After losing the opportunity to go further, he already regarded Fang Xing as his mortal enemy.
Since it's a mortal enemy, what else is there to pretend?
Therefore, Yan Dajian's gaze was ruthless, as if he was looking at the enemy who killed his father.
Fang Xing was silent, he didn't deliberately hide Yan Dajian's move, and after that, there was some shock everywhere in the capital.
These shocks all came from Fang Xing's attack on Yan Dajian, and it was successful.
What were the loopholes when he was an official in Fujian, these reasons were just floating clouds in the eyes of those 'masters'.
Fang Xing wanted to get Yan Dajian, so he went to get it, and it was successful.
Are you afraid?