The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

The idea suddenly appeared.

Fang Jifan giggled.

Previously, he had not believed this fact.

Now, looking at this vast team, countless people are wearing kimonos, and everyone looks sad.

Shengjia quickly crossed the imperial road.

Around him, many civil martial arts ministers, all bowed their heads.

It must be said that although Fang Jifan's dog is not very good, his father Fang Jinglong is still a loyal and upright person. Many Wu Xun, who missed some of his original time, couldn't help but tears, and they were helpless. Awake.

Most of the literary ministers also sighed, they did not have much contact with the Xinjin County King, but the Xinjin County King still deserves their admiration.

People sighed with emotion.

Several students of Fang Jifan are also in the queue.

Wang Shouren and others, all with tears in their eyes, followed them step by step behind Fang Jifan and couldn't help but lose their voice.

Fang Jifan's pace is getting slower and slower, and he feels that the world in front of him has also become slower.

People ... turned out to be dead.

When you die, you will have nothing, everything will be left in vain, and what you left behind is just a hint of thought for your loved ones.

It's just that there are too many thoughts.

Countless memories, as if walking a lantern, poured into his own heart.

"My son is handsome!"

"Ji Fan, have a bold idea for my father."

"Er, don't be afraid ..."

Fang Jifan tilted his head, his eyelashes could not help closing, but when he opened it, his eyelashes were already soaked.

Fang Jifan cried.

At this moment, a hand reached out and pulled Fang Jifan.

Zhu Houzhao walked side by side with himself. Zhangkou wanted to say something happy, but found that ...

He sighed and kept patting Fang Jifan on the shoulder.

"We will avenge Xuefen." It took a long time for Zhu Houzhao to hold back a word.

Seeing that Fang Jifan didn't respond, he just stumbled and wept in disguise.

Zhu Houzhao tilted his head, not knowing what to say, suffocating his face, and said for a long time: "Lao Fang, are you hungry?"

Walking behind Zhu Houzhao, it was Xie Qian, a cabinet clerk. Xie Qian felt deeply in his heart and couldn't help thinking. Qi Guogong, it seems, still has a heart and lungs, and he also has some sad times. It's a pity, a pity.

When you hear Zhu Houzhao say, are you hungry?

Xie Qian: "..."

This time, it was Xie Qian ’s turn to begin to doubt his life. He suddenly felt more sad and heartfelt. Our Da Ming ’s fathers and ancestors, please open your eyes and look at the current prince ...

Countless guards, from Daming Gate to Taimiao, three steps one post, five steps one whistle, have been extending only the end of Yudao.

Zhang Mao, the British public, has long arrived at the Taimiao Temple and is waiting for the Holy Drive.

When the holy driver arrived, he took the officials to pick him up, and paid a courtesy to the emperor Hongzhi emperor, to lead the emperor Hongzhi to the palace.

In this temple, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty are displayed.

Emperor Hongzhi paid a big gift to the ancestors, prayed three times, prayed, burned incense, and looked at the dazzling divine position. In the heart of Emperor Hongzhi, there was a bit of sorrow in his heart. He looked up and looked at the green smoke in the temple. I didn't feel stupid.

Unfortunately for the Han family, tigers and wolves surround, Shen Shen Lu Shen, the Central Plains plate swings, aliens into the Lord, since then, the Chinese bloodline, a few must have.

Emperor Taizu Gao, who promoted the great righteousness, expelled the captives, returned the world to his heart, the sun and the moon regained their power, and the rivers and mountains were rebuilt.

Since then, the descendants of the past, whether it is light or dark, or NOR, and until I inherit the unification, now, forty-four years, the emperor Hongzhi remembered here, can not help but think, for forty years, the sun and the moon are dust, these dust , I will clean up, not to be ashamed of the ancestors.

He wore a crown suit, clumsy action, waited and performed a big gift, and then led the hundred officials to the East Side Hall, where the incense was prosperous, and the Emperor Hongzhi's eyes fell on Fang Jinglong's divine position.

Above the divine position is a portrait of Fang Jinglong.

He looked up, sadness came from his heart.

We are all old.

But the king of Xinjin County, the loyal soul has gone to heaven, and I think it will be listed on the side of the ancestors.

The ritual officer began to recite the sacrifice.

Every word and sentence in the sacrifice was written word by word, and passed through the Hanlin Academy, the cabinet, and even the emperor Zhu himself.

This kind of word-picking behavior cannot be tolerated in any way. What kind of honor and credit has been made. It is closely related to the royal intimacy and the ritual.

Fang Jifan had been led by the **** to his place. Emperor Hongzhi heard Fang Jifan's crying, and his heart was like a throat in his throat. The sacrifice was long, and the ritual officer was slow to read. It's just that there are countless griefs in my heart.

Outside the East Hall, hundreds of officials hung their hands.

Before it was time for their sacrifice, they could not help whispering whispers between each other.

People die big.

At this time ... People whispered about the Xinjin County King, and couldn't help feeling: "The County King is great for the dynasty, not arrogant and impatient, he is an outstanding person, and Wu Mu regenerates, Wu Ning reincarnates.

"I just saw Qi Guogong weeping and wailing, and now I think about it carefully. Qi Guogong's grief for his father's mourning, this child is still filial."

"Qi Guogong is just a violent temper. It is not unforgivable. If he hadn't had a brain disorder, he wouldn't want to come to this. I don't think he's sick when he doesn't get sick."

"Isn't it heard that he was calm when he got sick?"

"The brain disease is really mysterious. Even the medical school knows nothing about it. I will wait ... do you know?"

"Hey, look at Liu Gong. Liu Gong is also sorrowful before he almost fainted."

"It's natural ... I heard ... that his son Liu Jie, whose life and death is uncertain, is pitiful, afraid of being afraid of white-haired people and giving away black-haired people."

Everyone sighed, and someone could not help being infected by this sad atmosphere, but also blinked and burst into tears.

Especially veteran ministers, these people in their sparse years, thinking about the people around them, leaving one by one, can't help but die.

...

the other side.

Liu Jian couldn't be sad because he was busy embracing him. Liu Jian and Li Dongyang couldn't help worrying.

Since the bad news came, Liu Gong's body is getting worse and worse, but he is still strong, if not, I'm afraid I can't bear it long ago.

Li Dongyang just sighed with emotion, thinking about the three cabinet bachelors at the beginning, but now, they are all too old and sparse, reaching the age of knowing destiny, ashamed when they are young, proud of the spring breeze in their adulthood, extremely late, and still able to enter the cabinet to worship. , How perfect it is, but now ...

Li Dongyang shed tears in grief.

Xie Qiand was still steady, tucked in Li Dongyang's big sleeves, and whispered: "Liu Gong is mournful, Bin Zhi is the head of a hundred officials, and he should be very important."

Li Dongyang realized what was happening: "Just lament the king of Xinjin County ... Hey, Fang family, left two other Miao Miao."

Xie Qian couldn't help but whispered, "Yeah, it's a pity that the King of Xinjin County hasn't competed, and Qi Guogong ..."

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As he was saying, outside the Taimiao Temple, there was a riot.

Jin Wuwei, who is already on the third and the third floor, is strictly guarded against death. There are also low-level civil and military officials waiting here.

But at this time, a letter from the Secretary for Public Affairs came.

It was the chief of public affairs who reported it.

The official wanted to enter the Tai Temple.

I was intercepted.

The court official was going crazy: "I want to see the drive immediately, no, even if it's an urgent report to the Taimiao Temple, it's okay for all the dukes, it's amazing, it's amazing."

Where does the guard guard him?

It ’s important to have a sacrifice. It ’s not a joke, it ’s not a joke. What occasions are there in it?

Fortunately, a Hanlin came out and said, "Why don't you give me the performance report and send it to me?"

He received a sheepskin-like express and hurriedly entered the temple. He hurried through the hundred officials and saw Liu Jian, Li Dongyang and others.

So, he was busy stepping forward and quietly sent the report to Li Dongyang, then whispered a few words.

Li Dongyang frowned, this Secretary of Justice, why is it so unruly.

He was a casual man, squeezing the paper roll, and then spread it gently on the palm of his hand, glancing at his eyes.

This look ...

Li Dongyang beat him all over.

Lying trough ...

He was confused.

It was all at a loss.

In the ups and downs of the magical sea, I have mixed for most of my life. I have never encountered such a thing.

Suddenly, his face fell quickly, and his mouth made a subconscious voice: "Ah ..."

No one paid attention to Li Dongyang's anomaly.

But Li Dongyang couldn't stand, he hurried forward a few steps, gently shook Liu Jian supported by the eunuch.

Liu Jian didn't want to live, looking back hard.

Li Dongyang immediately shoved the paper roll into Liu Jian's hands.

Liu Jian slowly raised his hand ~ www.readwn.com ~ to open the paper roll.

This look ...

He was stunned.

If struck by lightning.

An old tearful face suddenly became funny.

He seemed to think he was wrong.

So, busy wiped the old tears in his eyes, fixed his eyes to see.

At this point ... the body was irritated again.

Standing aside, he helped Liu Jian's eunuch, and secretly glanced at the paper roll, as if hell, with a mouthful of screaming, Li Dongyang's eyes hurriedly and he covered him.

At this time, the two cabinet ministers who usually pride themselves on being stable were ignorant.

You look at me, I look at you.

For a long time, Liu Jian whispered: "How come again, is this news ... reliable?"

"Why is it unreliable, even the Golden Island sent it, and the old man did not know why he suddenly lived, Liu Gong, the matter has come to such an end?"

"How? ... how ..." Liu Jian wondered whether to cry or laugh. He suddenly said: "What about me, what about me ..."

He only glanced at the paper roll. He didn't see the truth. He only knew that someone was alive. He was shocked at that time, so he couldn't keep watching.

He shook his hand and continued to pick up the scroll, but what he saw later was that although Xinjin suffered heavy losses and suffered many casualties, fortunately, medical students saved each other and there were countless living people.

Countless living people ...

In this way ... his own son's chances of survival have greatly increased.

See you pitifully ...

Liu Jian couldn't help it, old tears stretched, he pinched the scroll.

But he found that Li Dongyang was looking at himself with anxious face.

Liu Jian soberly realized that this is not the time to be happy, now this matter ... what to do?