The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

The latest website: come out from the palace.

The long-departed Beijing teachers are still bustling and bustling.

After more than a year of Western Expedition, Fang Jifan was sitting in a carriage, and it was difficult to find a way home.

Fortunately ... he has a driver, and the driver is a strong man. Why is he so strong? Fang Jifan himself doesn't know.

Sitting in the carriage and passing by the glass window is a familiar and strange street scene.

Fang Jifan relaxes as much as possible and takes a rare nap, because he knows that when the carriage reaches the end, there will be countless people ... to pay respect to himself.

As Fang Jifan imagined, Fang Jifan was informed that he would return to Beijing last night.

So ... today ... the courts of the court actually took a large part of their leave at once.

So much so that the minister who was on duty today went to the duty minister, and when he saw the deserted ministry, he was suddenly in a bad mood.

No wonder the career path has not been smooth in these years.

Dare to love them ... all together.

The false roster is densely packed.

From the prince Shangshu in the ministry, to the assistant, to the principal, even the lowest level of political observation, Fang Zhi did not pay attention on weekdays. Or maybe ... Fang Jifan's student, even worse ... The student's student's student started to enter the temple.

Who is the teacher, and who is the teacher? This kind of source of teachers and students does not show mountains and dews on weekdays. Today, I can see that the scalp is numb.

Now ... the regent king returns to Beijing.

Asahi shook.

The Regent came out of the palace to Xishan.

Xishan is already overcrowded, people stand upright and look forward to it.

This is his own teacher, his own teacher, his own ancestor.

Without their own ancestors, there would be no one.

In the same way, without this great master, there is no one to be categorically.

For them, Fang Jifan is the spiritual father.

This is the case with so-called teachers.

As soon as the carriage arrived, there was no noise, and even the flow of people automatically gave way to the road, and people silently performed the teacher ceremony.

Fang Jifan landed and glanced at everyone, only to feel upset.

The worst thing about disciple is like onychomycosis. It is always a contagion. My true disciple, but only six or seven people, but which of my disciples is not unique? Fang Jifan can barely calculate the number of their disciples, but the disciples' disciples ... Only God knows!

Fang Jifan looked at the Wutuo crowd and sighed involuntarily.

This is not the life I want.

So he withdrew his eyes and quickly entered his house.

Fortunately ... The disciples and grandchildren were of great quality and did not rush into the mansion.

Only each silently saluted, and then stared at the tall back of Fang Jifan for a long time.

Occasionally ... someone whispers in a low voice.

"The teacher doesn't like to be busy, so he doesn't say a word. The teacher is so admirable. He wants to tell us that people must not be impetuous, no matter how they do things, they must endure loneliness."

Someone thought deeply about Fang Jifan's words and deeds, and could not help expressing emotion: "The teacher is the teacher. The sentiment of the teacher is really high in the mountains. I am afraid that I will never reach his state. "

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But at this time, Zhu Houzhao in the palace was looking at the mountains and rivers with his eyebrows twisted, looking bitter and hatred!

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

If it were not for his resignation, Zhu Houzhao could only wish to send all these performances to Fang Jifan.

At this moment, in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the cabinet. Why is it not enough for the cabinet to add more manpower? In the final analysis, it is his final approval of the red rights.

In the world, only the emperor holds the universe and acts arbitrarily.

Zhu Houzhao thought about it.

But ... such a complicated matter, the emperor can no longer deal with it. I am afraid that Emperor Gao, the diligent politician, will regenerate, and I will not be able to deal with the current affairs.

The only way is to send most of the red power to the courtiers.

It's just ... the point is coming, how can the courtiers be trusted?

What if Wang Mang and Cao Cao appear?

Zhu Houzhao frowned deeper. He subconsciously thought that if he delegated power, he must figure out which part of the power the emperor should seize, and what part of the cabinet can give the cabinet ...

The cabinet that got the right to approve the red ... or other people, and how to check and balance them so that they can't mess up.

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

Subconsciously ...

He felt thirsty in his mouth, so he said, "Come here."

"The slave is here."

At this time, what crept in was actually a faceless eunuch.

Zhu Houzhao frowned: "What about Liu Banpan?"

"It's just a leave."

"Sick?"

"Grandpa Liu's grandfather returned to Beijing. He ... he went on leave to visit."

Zhu Houzhao breathed a sigh of relief.

People are filial, it is still good.

Zhu Houzhao still felt something was wrong: "So what about Zhou Da?"

"He is also on leave."

Zhu Hou Zhao frowned: "Have you never heard that he is also a grandson of Lao Fang?"

"No ..." The little **** said pitifully: "Duke Zhou, he ... he ... he is the father son of Duke Liu, so ... in theory, he is the great-grandson of His Royal Highness.

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

He reported many names in a row.

The **** Zhangkou wanted to say something.

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand suddenly: "Well, you don't have to answer, I know what's going on, they must not be the great-grandson of the old party, but the great grandson, then ..."

Zhu Houzhao stared at the little **** with a little more exquisite color in his eyes: "So what about you, aren't you?"

Ask so.

This **** is about to cry!

I feel like I have experienced my second insult since I was castrated!

He grimaced, and said: "Slave slaves ... slave slaves are not enough. Slave slaves are stupid and ignorant, and their qualifications are shallow. They ... they don't play with slave slaves."

Zhu Houzhao exhaled, feeling that he could not cry or laugh.

But immediately ... but he laughed a lot: "Interesting, interesting, no wonder Lao Fang's dog thing is anxious to resign as soon as he comes back, I'm afraid that at this time, he is afraid of dying, I have long wanted to hide! Hey, He thinks I think too lightly, and if I use him, I do n’t doubt him. "

Then, the boy's posture was restored, and Haw hummed, saying something in his mouth.

Seeing this little **** still kneeling, he said, "Go and give me a tea, hurry up."

The little **** stood up clumsily and hurriedly pour tea, trembling, and chaotic.

This made Zhu Houzhao finally realize that no one in the palace was taking him to play with him. This person has a problem.

Zhu Houzhao no longer ignored him, continued to hold his cheek, and fell into contemplation, thinking about the problem that he had not thought about just now!

How to check and balance ... Those cabinet ministers who won the approval?

The new army alone, or ... the factory guard?

No no no ...

Still something wrong.

In the future ... this, I still need to ask the old man.

Hey ... why is it the old side?

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The children in Mengxue are always the simplest.

The Mongolian school took a day off yesterday.

As for the reason, it is ridiculous.

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

I heard it was Grand Master who came back.

Today ... Mr. Finally appeared in the class with great vigor.

Looking at this group of children, the gentleman said nothing about going to see Grand Master yesterday.

Like his identity, I am afraid that even the apprentice can't reach it.

But ... from afar, I could see Mr. Grandmaster's back, or let my husband use it infinitely.

Mr. Sit high, holding a ruler, and patrolling a group of children who are sitting in danger.

Then ... he said slowly: "Today ... I read an article ... this article ... is written by Liu Yi, the middleman of the Libe Department ..." King Wu Shi Gong ", I will wait and read well."

"Come, Erhu, you get up. Read it first."

A child stood up diligently and opened the text.

Then he whispered, "My teacher Gong Jifan is also ... Shao Dunmin, and he is clever ..."

He shook his head and chanted.

Mr. listened intoxicated, as if through this article, he thought of his teacher.

After the child finished speaking, the gentleman asked: "Do you understand what it means?"

The children blinked, all puzzled.

They are still too young after all.

The gentleman sighed, "What is recorded here is just a trivial matter. That is, the story of Grand Master washing his father's feet when he was four years old. Who is Grand Master? He knows the principle of filial piety when he urinates. What about you? "

So the children all showed shame.

The gentleman seemed to start to sigh with emotion: "The so-called three-year-old looks at the old age, and the seven-year-old looks at the old age. Although it is the father's footsteps, but the grandmaster's later life track, such as chopping wood for neighbors, helping the old woman cross the road, seeing beautiful women Sit without chaos, after becoming an official, take your life as your own responsibility, and have a heart of love for the people of Li Min. Even afterwards, he assisted the emperor and ruled the country and the world. It is also teaching and educating people, Tao Limanxia ~ www.readwn.com ~ These ... are not surprising. "

"The Grand Master is your role model. He can do so many good things when he is four years old. Looking at you, he is already seven or eight years old, but he used to wash his father's feet? Hey ... Reading and recitation is to make you keep this 'little thing' in your heart and to be a person like a grandmaster. "

The children had to answer: "Students remember it."

The gentleman frowned slightly, seeing that many children still didn't care.

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

As a qualified sir, he is very patient! I saw him smiling, holding a ruler, and patted it on the palm of the other hand, said quickly: "Future test!"

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End of the book.

Tomorrow will be the end of this book, um, there will be some context about the book, and there are some words of the end of the book.