Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty - v2 Chapter 1813

  Chapter 1813 Ping Tianxia (finale)

   came out of the palace.

  The long-awaited capital is still bustling and bustling.

  After more than a year of expedition to the west, it was difficult for Fang Jifan to find his way home while sitting in the carriage.

   Fortunately… he has a coachman, and the coachman is a strong man. Fang Jifan himself doesn’t know why he is so strong.

  Sitting in the carriage, passing by the glass window is a familiar yet unfamiliar street scene.

  Fang Jifan tried his best to relax and took a rare nap, because he knew that when the carriage reached the finish line, there would be countless people… wanting to visit him.

  As Fang Jifan imagined, last night it was reported that Fang Jifan would return to Beijing.

  So… today… more than half of the ministries and halls of the imperial court asked for leave at once.

   So much so that the minister who skipped to the duty today, when he saw this deserted hall, he suddenly felt bad.

   No wonder his official career has not been smooth these years.

  Dare to love them… They are all in the same group.

  The roster of leave applications is densely packed.

From the minister of radicals in the department hall, to the minister, to the principal, even the lowest-level observer of politics, I knew I didn’t pay attention on weekdays, good guy… It’s only been a few years, and the department is actually Fang Jifan’s disciples. Or…the disciple of Fang Jifan’s disciple, what’s more…the disciple of the disciple’s disciple, has also started to step into the temple.

  Who did he study under, and who did this person study under? The origin of this kind of teacher and student is not obvious on weekdays, but looking at it today, it makes one’s scalp tingle.

  Now…the regent returns to Beijing.

   The ruling and opposition parties shook.

  The regent went out from the palace to Xishan.

  Xishan is already overcrowded, and people stand solemnly, looking forward to it.

   This is my benefactor, my master, and my ancestor.

   Without one’s own ancestors, one would not have oneself.

   In the same way, without this great master, there would be absolutely no self.

  Fang Jifan is their spiritual father to them.

  The so-called succession of masters is exactly like this.

  As soon as the carriage arrived, no one made any noise, and even the flow of people automatically gave way, and people silently saluted.

  Fang Jifan fell to the ground, looked at everyone, and felt upset.

   The worst thing about discipleship is like onychomycosis. It always infects two people. My real disciples are only six or seven, but which one of my disciples is not unique? Fang Jifan could barely figure out how many disciples they had, but what about their disciples… only God knows!

   Fang Jifan sighed involuntarily as he looked at the crowd.

  This is not the life I want.

  So he withdrew his gaze and walked quickly into his mansion.

   Fortunately… the disciples and grandchildren were very qualified and did not rush into the mansion.

   Each of them saluted silently, and then stared at Fang Jifan’s tall back for a long time.

   Occasionally…someone whispered in a low voice.

   “Master doesn’t like excitement, so he doesn’t say a word. Master is so admirable. He is telling us that people must not be impetuous. No matter how we behave, we must endure loneliness.”

Someone thoughtfully and slowly comprehended Fang Jifan’s words and deeds, and couldn’t help expressing emotion: “The master is the master, and the sentiment of the master is really admirable, I am afraid that I will never reach his level. “

  …

  At this time, Zhu Houzhao, who was in the palace, was frowning and looking at the mountain of memorials, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face!

  Fang Jifan had just left, and he began to miss Lao Fang a little.

  If it wasn’t for him to resign, Zhu Houzhao could only wish to send all these memorials to Fang Jifan.

  At this moment, in his mind, he couldn’t help but think of the cabinet. Why is the cabinet still not enough? In the final analysis, the final approval right is still in his hands.

  In the whole world, only the emperor holds the universe in his hands and acts arbitrarily.

  Zhu Houzhao thought about it carefully.

  But…the emperor can no longer deal with such complicated affairs. I am afraid that the diligent Taizu Emperor Gao will be reborn, and he may not be able to deal with the current affairs.

  The only way is to transfer most of the power to approve reds to the courtiers.

  It’s just… the point is coming, how can the courtiers be trustworthy?

   What if Wang Mang and Cao Cao appeared?

  Zhu Houzhao frowned even deeper. He subconsciously thought that if powers were to be delegated, it would be necessary to figure out which part of the power the emperor should grasp, and which part of the power… would be given to the cabinet.

  The cabinet that has won the right to approve reds…or other people, how to check and balance them so that they cannot make chaos.

  Zhu Houzhao is actually very clear that he will have to solve this problem sooner or later!

   Subconsciously…

  He felt hungry and thirsty in his mouth, so he said, “Come here.”

   “The servant is here.”

  At this time, the one who tiptoed in was actually a little **** who didn’t look good.

  Zhu Houzhao frowned: “Where is Liu Banban?”

   “I just took leave.”

   “Are you sick?”

   “Eunuch Liu’s godfather has returned to Beijing, he… he asked for leave to visit.”

  Zhu Houzhao breathed a sigh of relief.

  It is good for people to be filial.

  Zhu Houzhao still felt something was wrong: “Then what about Zhou Dayong?”

   “He also took leave.”

  Zhu Houzhao frowned: “I never heard that he is also Lao Fang’s grandson?”

   “No…” The little **** said pitifully: “Eunuch Zhou…he…he is the godson of Eunuch Liu, so…in terms of it, he is the great-grandson of His Royal Highness the Regent.”

  But this is still not right! So Zhu Houzhao: “Chen Huang, Wu Xi, Jiang Daqian, they…”

  He reported many names one after another.

  The little **** opened his mouth to say something.

  Zhu Houzhao waved his hand suddenly: “Forget it, you don’t have to answer, I know what’s going on, they must be Lao Fang’s great-grandsons, or great-great-grandsons, then…”

  Zhu Houzhao stared at the little eunuch, with a bit more thoughtful look in his eyes: “Then what about you, why aren’t you?”

   Such a question.

  The **** was about to cry!

  I feel like I have experienced the second insult from when I was castrated!

  With a bitter face, he stumbled and said: “Slaves…Slaves can’t reach you. Slaves are stupid, ignorant, and have shallow qualifications. They…they don’t play with them.”

  Zhu Houzhao exhaled, feeling dumbfounded.

But then…he laughed loudly: “Interesting, interesting, no wonder Lao Fang was so anxious to resign as soon as he came back. I’m afraid that at this time, he is so scared that he wants to hide! Hey, he You think too lightly of me, if I use him, I won’t doubt him.”

   Then, regaining his boyish posture, Chirp began to hum, muttering something.

  Seeing that the little **** was still kneeling, he said: “Go and pour me a cup of tea, hurry up.”

  The little **** stood up clumsily and hurriedly poured tea, trembling and flustered.

   This made Zhu Houzhao finally realize why no one in the palace took him to play anymore. This person has something wrong with his mind.

  Zhu Houzhao ignored him, continued to rest his chin, and fell into deep thought, thinking about the problem that he hadn’t thought about just now!

   How to check and balance… What about those cabinet ministers who have won approval?

  Only relying on the new army, or…factory guards?

   no no no no…

   Still something is wrong.

  In the future… about this, I’m afraid you should ask the old man.

  Hey…why is it Lao Fang again?

  …

  The children in Mengxue are always the simplest.

  It was a day off from school yesterday.

  As for the reason, it is a bit absurd.

  Because almost all the beginners… I heard that nine out of ten, they all ran to Xishan.

   I heard that the Great Master is back.

  Today… Mr. finally appeared in class again in good spirits.

  Looking at this group of children, the master kept silent about the matter of going to see the great master yesterday.

   With his status, he might not even be able to reach his disciples and grandchildren.

  But… seeing the back of the great master from a distance, it is still very useful for Mr.

  Mr. sits high, holds a ruler, and walks around a group of children sitting upright.

  Then…he said slowly: “Today…read an article…this article…is written by Liu Yi, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites…”Remembering My Master”, you should read it carefully.”

   “Come on, Erhu, get up. Read it first.”

  A child stood up tremblingly and opened the text.

   Then stumbled and read: “My master Fang Jifan is also… Shao Dunmin, mature and smart…”

  He shook his head and recited.

  Mr. listened fascinated, as if through this article, he thought of his master.

  After the child finished reading, the teacher asked: “Do you understand the meaning?”

  The children blinked, expressing their confusion.

   They are still too young after all.

The master sighed and said: “What is recorded here is just a trivial matter. It is the story of the great master washing his father’s feet when he was four years old. What kind of person is the great master? He understands the principle of filial piety when he urinates. How about you? “

  So the children all showed shame.

The husband seems to be feeling emotional: “The so-called three-year-old is a big man, and seven-year-old is a good man. Although it is just a matter of caring for the father, but in the future life of the great master, such as chopping firewood for neighbors, helping old women cross the road, and seeing beautiful women. After becoming an official, he took the common people as his own responsibility and cared for the common people. Since then, he has assisted the emperor to govern the country and the world. He has taught and educated people, and the world is full of peaches and plums. These… are not surprising gone.”

“Grandmaster is your role model. He was able to do so many good deeds when he was four years old. Look at you, you are already seven or eight years old. Have you ever washed your father’s feet? Hey…children can’t be taught. I will let you read it carefully. The recitation is to let you keep this ‘little thing’ firmly in your heart, and to be a person like a great master.”

  The children had no choice but to respond: “Students, please remember.”

  Mr. frowned slightly, seeing that many children still didn’t care.

  But this is understandable, after all… children are not sensible yet.

   As a qualified gentleman, he is very patient! I saw him smiling, holding a ruler in his hand, patted the palm of the other hand, and said unhurriedly: “There will be an exam in the future!”

  …

  The book is finished.

  There will be a testimonial at the end of the book the day after tomorrow, um, there will be some context about the book, and some words about the end of the book.

  (end of this chapter)