Chapter 140 I'm Sick I'm Mentally Ill(2/2)
Originally, they were together in history, but this time it was her sister.
As for the youngest remaining Princess Baoqing, she was only less than one month old.
Speaking of which, Lao Zhu can actually produce children. His body is also very strong. He is almost seventy. With Zhou Dexing's son's lesson, there should be no more darers in the palace.
Yang Feng lay there sighing with emotion, and then Zhang Ying interrupted his enjoyment again.
The latter is like a housekeeper.
Now she is keeping an eye on the little princess and Yang Feng to prevent them from causing trouble. After all, it is an exaggeration for a princess to become pregnant before marriage. In short, her main responsibility is to ensure that Yang Feng and the little princess only have normal daily routines.
A relationship between a man and a woman, rather than rolling into bed.
After all, now is not the past.
In the past, when the little princess was twelve or thirteen years old, it was okay for them to hang out together.
But now I'm sixteen.
Gotta keep an eye on it.
At this time, the Confucian scholar had already walked into the Jiangning County government office surrounded by hundreds of people. Soon, the government officials inside, led by the black-faced county magistrate, drove away the onlookers with sticks. Not long after, the magistrate and Confucian scholars inside
They walked out together, got into a donkey cart, and drove here together...
"Hu Zhixian, where are you going?"
Yang Feng shouted.
The latter looked at him and smiled dryly.
Then the driver in front flicked his whip, and the donkey cart immediately accelerated forward.
"No manners at all!"
Yang Feng said.
"Of course they hurried into the palace, handed the book to the Secretary of General Affairs, and then went to my father.
My dad will definitely be furious when he sees your painting of Prince Fu."
The little princess said with a smile.
It was obvious that she was also looking forward to something like her father being so angry that he half died. She probably had to hold it in under her father's pressure for too long since childhood, just like when Yang Feng and her were in the palace, it was like a mouse meeting a cat. But now
Finally able to stand up, her rebellious power exploded, and she was even more excited than Yang Feng at the thought of being able to anger her father to death.
"What kind of daughter is this?"
Yang Feng sighed with emotion.
"Why, wasn't it you who taught me bad things? I'm a lady who originally played music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you didn't teach me bad things."
said the little princess.
Zhang Ying looked at these two shameless men speechlessly.
An hour later.
"What do you want, Your Excellency?"
Zhang Xianzong looked at Yang Feng with a melancholy look, then held the Fulu Banquet in his hand.
It was obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang was really stimulated.
Otherwise, the reaction speed would not be so fast.
"It's just a storybook. It's just some entertainment when I'm bored. Why, Daming even interferes with my personal entertainment. Do I still have some freedom? Can I still breathe freely? Do you have to make me unable to breathe? Yes.
Don’t you want us to read the iron certificate again?”
Yang Feng said while drinking tea.
"Storybook, this can be called a demon book."
Zhang Xianzong sneered.
"Can this be considered a demon book? Doesn't His Majesty the Emperor have any confidence? I admit that this is an innuendo, and everyone knows that it is an insinuation, but I want to ask you to pay attention to one thing. I have freedom of speech. This is the Emperor's
It's engraved on the iron stamp. So even if I admit that I am insinuating, everyone knows that I am insinuating, but you can't stop it, because I have this freedom, and you have no right to interfere with what I want to say or write."
Yang Feng said.
"But as an envoy, you should strictly abide by your duties and refrain from harming this country or inciting its people.
King Chuang comes and refuses to pay for his food!
Do you still know that you are an envoy?
Six hundred years later, are the envoys just harming the country and inciting the people?"
Zhang Xianzong denounced it righteously and sternly.
"Well, you are right. At that time, most of our country's envoys did this secretly. Of course, our Daxia country's envoys would definitely not do such a thing. We Daxia country's envoys are all very respectful.
From the state, that’s why my book talks about a certain dynasty instead of the Ming Dynasty. Likewise, this vassal king is King Fu.
The Ming Dynasty definitely did not have this blessed king.
So, I just made up a story.
Your Majesty, there is no need to take your seat!
If he feels that something I wrote makes him unhappy, then let him be upset! However, as he is getting older, he should try to control his emotions and learn to cultivate himself. I will teach him Tai Chi someday.
At that time, retired old men all liked this.”
Yang Feng said.
Zhang Xianzong looked at him deeply.
"How long are you going to keep making trouble before you stop?"
he asked simply.
"It's hard to say. You have to know that I was blown up by a whole boatload of gunpowder. My whole body was blown dozens of steps, so the explosion also had a little impact on my mental state. I was sick. Really, I was seriously mentally affected.
Trauma. Just like losing one's mind. At that time, we called losing one's mind a mental illness. I was sick. I am now a mental patient, so I am trying to treat my mental illness. The treatment method is to do what I like to do. This is
Science, our treatment of mental illness at that time was mainly based on comfort and care, so you'd better not disturb me and let me treat the disease quietly, otherwise it will be difficult to guarantee that I will do what I do if it really develops into a mental disorder.
Something happened.
I'm sick.
real.
I'm mentally ill!"
Yang Feng looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle as if he was really mentally ill.
Later, Haruhime seemed to really comfort him, rubbing his head there. This woman has now become his full-time maid. After all, she was given to him by the King of Joseon, and she can no longer be regarded as an adopted daughter.
Zhang Xianzong was speechless.
This bastard was clearly threatening them.
Either let him do whatever he wants, or make him angry and do something big. After all, he was almost killed. Although it is hard to say why he was not killed, the explosive power of a ship of gunpowder did make Dai Dai...
No one like you was spared. He came here full of hatred. He originally wanted to seek revenge on His Majesty the Emperor, but he chose to restrain himself for various reasons. It may be that the little princess used a honey trap. Anyway, the outside world guessed so. But it was
Because he chose to exercise restraint, he had nowhere to vent his pent-up anger. Since he came back, he has become increasingly violent, killing people in front of the Chengtian Gate and writing demon books.
After all, it's just venting.
To vent his pent-up anger that he couldn't kill the emperor.
so……
What else can be done?
Let him vent!
It was nothing more than a few demon books. Jin Yiwei had already launched a city-wide search, and those who hid the demon books privately would be punished as possessing demon books privately.
Let him do whatever he wants!
No matter how hard he likes to toss, as long as no one outside dares to follow him, the tossing will become boring after a long time, and he will be brought down by himself. The key is not to let him develop to the point of losing his mind and going crazy...
crazy?
Should sniping the emperor count?
Compared with this consequence, his troubles are nothing more than trivial matters. At most, they will make His Majesty the Emperor angry, but the anger can be suppressed. If he is not even given this channel to vent, he will be suppressed.
If the gun goes straight to the palace, it will be really troublesome.
Make a fuss!
If he makes trouble again, can he still make trouble like Jin Yiwei?
Isn't it just a demon book? Jin Yiwei comes out to see who dares to touch this thing.
Chapter completed!