"Don't look for me."

Hu Yi coldly rejected the fifth visitor.

From Fang Xing beating Lin Zhan to being discovered that he and Zhu Zhanyong then "meet", many people burst into fearful enthusiasm.

The enthusiasm was very strong, but Hu Yi felt disgusted.

"All of them are greedy. Don't mess with them, otherwise you won't be able to take them off."

Hu Yi's warning must of course be taken seriously, so Yan Dajian conveyed this meaning, and the Ministry of Rites suddenly became solemn.

After the arrangement was made, Yan Dajian walked around the yard and all the doors were closed.

After closing the door, the spread of gossip was closed, at least the posture was made.

Yan Dajian listened to the sound of closing the door one after another and said to himself: "Xinghe Bo, you are doing your own fault!"

...

Fang Xing is trying to die!

This is a recognized thing in the capital.

Beating Lin Zhan is domineering. Then he met Zhu Zhanyong, and then Zhu Zhanyong left immediately. In the eyes of many people, this is anxiety and guilt.

It is hard to tell how many people in the Ming Dynasty hated him. They used to be officials and gentry, but after the north and south cleared the offerings and sent secretly, even many people hated him.

"How many people have he cut off their wealth? He died without any success. How many people in the world want him to be executed by Lingchi tomorrow? Do you think such a life may continue?"

Jin Youzi felt that Fang Xing was a lunatic.

"If the gentry is a huge rock, then at most it will be an egg to wake up, and we will hit the stone with an egg. Let's wait and see."

At this time, someone came and didn't come in outside the door, but he could hear the sound of the little official who usually brought them tea and water.

"My dear lords, someone just submitted a memorial saying that the world is in great danger. For the long run of the Ming Dynasty, it is best to give a clear discount to each level of scholars, juren, and jinshi. How many acres of land per person is exempted from taxes. This will not only avoid offering and sending a secret message, but also silence the scholars and their respective positions, so that the world will be peaceful."

The little official spoke clearly, and even if he was speaking in a low voice, the people in the room could hear it clearly.

After he finished speaking, Yang Rong coughed dryly, and the sound of stomping his feet came from outside, and then the footsteps gradually faded away.

"This is because I am unwilling to accept my heart and take the opportunity to cause trouble. However, I wake up from being unpredictable is to induce it, messing around, which will cause me a headache!"

After saying that, the room was quiet and there was no sound of coughing.

"Mr. Huang's body doesn't know what happened. It's said it's a lung disease and you have to rest."

Yang Rong rubbed the corners of his eyes and said, "Your Majesty still doesn't care!"

Jin Youzi said: "Fang Xing must go to the palace to explain to His Majesty, otherwise if things get bigger, His Majesty will be in a dilemma, and it is not impossible to take him down with tears."

The brilliant color in Yang Pu's eyes suddenly exploded and he asked, "But is there any wind?"

...

Fang woke up and arrived at the East Factory.

Since he slapped Anlun in the face, everyone in the East Factory regarded him as his opponent, but as the emperor's slave, he was not allowed to do it privately, and this has been the case now.

So he was stopped outside the door without surprise. The person who intercepted him was trembling, but not afraid, but excited.

It would be great if Fang Xing slapped him in the face, and it would be even better if he punched him out.

This is also speculation.

"Brother Ben wants to meet Wang Yuan."

The monk was stunned and was about to refuse, but Xin Laoqi said, "From Jinling to Peiping, if there is enough hand and effort to do, go and ask Anlun."

Fanzi went in with regret and gladness.

He regretted that he was ready to be beaten but could not find an excuse. No, he was frightened by Xin Laoqi.

If Fang Xing takes action, at most he will lose a few teeth and his body will be bruised and swollen.

But these pains can be exchanged for Anlun's reward, and they may become a shortcoming in a few years.

The person who has no ambition and dreams is a salted fish, but this man who longs for power did not dare to try to anger Fang Xing in the end

"Wang Yuan?"

Anlun is drinking tea. It is very comfortable to sit in a warm room and drink a cup of hot tea in winter.

He looked down at the slightly yellow tea soup and smelled the tea fragrance. He waved his right hand over the tea cup.

The water vapor was broken, like a painting that was splashed with ink, and I could no longer feel the original charm.

Chen Shi, who was sorting out the list of southern rebellion plans, looked up and said, "Dad, Wang Yuan is a famous scholar in the south, and he has colluded with the thief Wen Fang. I'm afraid it's not easy to meet outsiders, right? Let's talk about it..."

He glanced at An Lun quickly, but did not see the strange color before he dared to continue talking.

"The matter of clearing the land is taking risks, angering the gentry in the world. Fang Xing has been bewitching for many years and will succeed in one day. But will those gentry be willing? If they join forces, they can only kill Fang Xing and comfort the world."

Anlun was still watching the tea soup, and the water vapor above the tea cup became vague again, and the artistic conception was relaxed and calm.

"Let him see you."

Chen Shi said in surprise: "Dude, your majesty...even if your majesty doesn't care about it, it will eventually be a loss of my East Factory."

An Lun was slapped in the face in the street, which was a great humiliation for the East Factory. In Chen Shi's opinion, what An Lun should do most at this moment was to refuse sternly, and then immediately go to the palace to report this to the emperor.

The clearing of the land seemed smooth because the emperor used force to suppress the gentry.

Suppression can only be done for a moment. Once those gentry cheer up again, how many people will want to eat the meat that they can wake up and drink his blood.

Under the basis that hatred can almost burn the Grand Canal that communicates between the north and the south, Fang Xing will be investigated by others in any way he does.

And the emperor...

The man who came to report the news had already left. An Lun took a sip of tea, looked at the scattered water vapor with regret, and said, "Heaven, Earth, Lord, Parents, Teachers, Heaven and Earth are too vague, so the most noble person in the world is the emperor."

This is something that only my confidant cannot hear, so Chen Shi was moved, and tears gradually accumulate in his eyes.

"Those gentry dare not, at least they dare not slander His Majesty, but yet they wake up? What is he? If there were no army to overthrow the army, all the gentry of the Ming Dynasty would have rushed over and tore him to pieces."

An Lun put down the teacup and suddenly asked, "How is Yan Dajian recently?"

Chen Shi thought for a while, "Father-in-law, he is very honest. He will go to the upper and lower yamen every day and will not go out when he gets home."

"Oh? That's good."

Anlun sighed regretfully and asked casually: "Where is his son?"

"Father-in-law, Yan Chunhui has not been promoted in Fujian yet, and he has a very good reputation in the local area. Everyone says he is noble and honest."

"Okay, our family knows, keep watching, keep watching, keep a little closer. Our family always feels that Yan Dajian is not a good person."

...

Dongchang also has a cell, but not many, mainly to imprison important criminals.

Fang Xing was taken in and finally stopped in front of a row of brick houses.

The brick house looks solid, but it is easily dug through it by people.

Fang Xing felt that this must be An Lun's idea, otherwise the veterans who were transferred by the Jinyiwei from the East Factory would not know these taboos.

Someone came over and opened the door of a brick house, and Fan Zi took Fang Xing into it.

After opening the door, the light inside was good, allowing Fang Xing to see clearly.

Fang Xing saw the ground pile!

There is a metal ground pile in the middle of the house, and Wang Yuan, who is disheveled, is bound to the ground pile by an iron chain. Judging from the length of the iron chain, it is enough to have two steps on the toilet on the upper side. If it is far away, it will not be possible.

Wang Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Xing, who was shrouded in light, then blinked and smiled, "Are you unlucky?"

Fang Xing walked over, his nose twitched, and said, "Brother Ben remembers that you love cleanliness, but now you suffer in this pickled place. You will be sent to the West City for a knife later. What do you think?"

Wang Yuan's ridicule was shattered by Fang Xing's preview. He lowered his head again and asked, "Fang Xing, what are you doing here? Yes, those gentry dare not treat His Majesty, but you, the initiator and the instigator, cannot escape. Fang Xing, you will be cursed by countless people, and your whole family will be cursed by thieves and prostitutes..."

Fang Xing looked at him and said mercifully: "Ben Bin is just a fart when the dying person says. Ben Bin is here to be one thing. You like to help promising officials and scholars, and tell Ben Bin Bin the names and origins of those people."

Wang Yuan looked up and sneered, "The counterattack is like a tide. Just wake up. How proud you are in Jinling, then how desperate you will be in Peking. You deserve it. This is retribution. As for the roster, do you want it? Then smash my head and go inside to find it yourself."
Chapter completed!