Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Come out from 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, what passed outside the glass window was 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.

Just as Fang Jifan imagined, it was reported last night 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.

As a result, the minister who skipped forward to be on 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 petitions 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 know that I don’t pay attention to it 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 enter the temple.

Who did he learn from, and who did this person learn from? 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 Prince Regent returns to Beijing.

The ruling and opposition parties shook.

The regent left the palace and went to Xishan.

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

This is my benefactor, my teacher, 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.

For them, Fang Jifan is their spiritual father.

The so-called master inheritance is like this.

As soon as the carriage arrived, no one made any noise, and even Ren Liu gave way to the road, and people silently saluted.

Fang Jifan fell to the ground and glanced at everyone, only feeling upset.

The worst thing about disciples is like onychomycosis. One always infects two. My real disciples are only 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 huge crowd.

This is not the life I want.

So he withdrew his gaze and quickly entered his mansion.

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

They each 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. "

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At this time, Zhu Houzhao in the palace was looking at the mountains of memorabilia with his eyebrows frowned, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face!

As soon as Fang Jifan left, he began to miss Lao Fang a little.

If it hadn't been 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 a complicated matter. I am afraid that the industrious 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 hands of 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 obtained the right to approve reds...or other people, how to check and balance them so that they cannot make trouble.

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

Subconsciously...

He felt hungry and thirsty, so he said, "Come here."

"The servant is here."

At this time, the one who came in on tiptoe was actually a little eunuch who didn't look good.

Zhu Houzhao frowned: "Where is Liu Banban?"

"I just took leave."

"Sick?"

"Eunuch Liu's godfather has returned to Beijing, he... he asked for leave to visit."

Zhu Houzhao breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good to be filial

of.

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

"He's also on leave."

Zhu Houzhao frowned: "I never heard that he is also Lao Fang's grandson?"

"No..." The little eunuch said pitifully, "Eunuch Zhou...he...he is Eunuch Liu's godson, so...in terms of it, he is the great-grandson of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent."

But this is still wrong! So Zhu Houzhao: "Chen Huang, Wu Xi, Jiang Daqian, they..."

He reported many names in succession.

The little eunuch 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-great-grandsons, then..."

Zhu Houzhao stared at the little eunuch, his eyes were a little more sophisticated: "Then what about you, why aren't you?"

Just ask.

The eunuch was about to cry immediately!

It feels like I have experienced the second insult from when I was yān gē!

With a bitter face, he stammered and said: "Slaves...Slaves can't reach you. Slaves are stupid, ignorant, and have shallow qualifications. They...they don't bring them to play with."

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 was so scared that he wanted to hide! Hey, He thinks too lightly of me, if I use him, I won't doubt him."

Then, regaining his youthful posture, Chirp started humming, muttering something.

Seeing that the little eunuch was still kneeling, he said, "Go and pour me a cup of tea, hurry up."

The little eunuch 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... those cabinet ministers who have won approval?

Just relying on the new army, or... the factory guard?

no no no...

Still something is wrong.

In the future... about this, I'm afraid it's better to ask the old man.

Hey...why is it Lao Fang again?

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The children in Mengxue are always the simplest.

Yesterday was a day off from school.

As for the reason, it is a bit absurd.

Because almost all the elementary school gentlemen... heard that ten times out of ten, they all ran to Xishan.

I heard that the Great Master is back.

Today... Mr. finally appeared in the classroom 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. Sitting high, holding a ruler, he walked around a group of children sitting upright.

Then...he said slowly: "Today...read a chapter...this...is written by Liu Yi, the Minister 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 class.

Then he stumbled and read: "My master Fang Jifan is also... Shao Dunmin, mature and smart..."

He shook his head and chanted.

The gentleman was fascinated by it, as if after reading this chapter, he thought of his master.

After the child finished reading, the teacher asked, "Do you understand what it means?"

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 gentleman seemed to be feeling emotionally: "The so-called three-year-old is old, and seven-year-old is old. Although it is a mere care for the father, the life trajectory of the great master from now on will be like chopping firewood for neighbors, helping old women to cross the road, and sitting down when seeing beautiful women. Huaibuchao, after becoming an official, he took the common people as his duty, and cared for the common people. Since then, he has assisted the emperor to govern the country and the world. He even taught and educated people, and the world is full of peaches and plums. These... are not surprising gone."

"The great master 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 helped your father? Hey... a child cannot be taught. I let you know Reading and reciting 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!"

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The book is over.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will be a testimonial at the end of the book, um, there will be some context about the book, and some words about the end of the book. 7

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