In the Sifang Hou Mansion, a lamp burned quietly, reflecting the window paper of the wing in bright red.
Fang Yun sat cross-legged in the room, closed his eyes and meditated, motionless. In his mind, the dusty memories of his previous life were opened again...
Fang Yun is not a prophet. In his previous life, he was obsessed with Confucianism. He didn't care much about other things. In fact, except for some major events, Fang Yun didn't know much about other things.
Not many. There are only a few names that he can remember. Yang Hong is one of them!
Yang Hong joined the army much earlier than Fang Lin.
Very early on, Yang Hong firmly occupied the position of the number one master among the rising stars in the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His progress in martial arts was indeed astonishing. In his previous life, the aristocratic lineage crowded out Fang Yin, the Marquis of Sifang.
Hou, Yang Hong directly stated his attitude and stood in the lineage of the noble Hou.
However, at that time, he did not have such a big influence. Yang Hong was granted the title of Marquis seven years earlier than now, and at that time, the title was not Marquis of Yingwu!
"Yang Hong was granted the title of Marquis seven years earlier than I remember! Moreover, it seems that he is more powerful than in his previous life! What is going on? Is it all because of my rebirth?"
Fang Yun frowned. For a moment, he felt the invisible pressure from fate!
If he doesn't resist and follows the trajectory of his previous life, then there is no doubt that the family's fate in this life will still be to confiscate and exterminate the family! But if he resists, fate will derive a series of countermeasures to suppress it.
Abandoning literature and practicing martial arts, Princess Qingchang immediately came to suppress him; he changed Lu Yu's fate, and was immediately chased by the Demon King of Capturing Heaven; he surrendered Li Yu, and then Princess Qingchang appeared; the eldest brother entered the Forbidden Army in advance, but was
Created a more powerful Yang Hong!
Somehow, Fang Yun felt that there was an invisible big hand pushing the world towards its original trajectory!
"Haha, I have already lost everything once, so what do I have to fear? Even if the vain destiny wants me to lose it again, why not change my destiny against the will of heaven. In this life, no matter who it is,
No matter Yang Hong or the Human Emperor, as long as he stands in my way, gods will kill gods, and demons will kill demons!"
After thinking through this, Fang Yun felt a lot more relaxed.
"Brother, don't worry. I will definitely take it out on your behalf!"
"Yang Hong's martial arts skills are much higher than mine! If forced to do so, I will definitely not be his opponent! If you are not good at martial arts, you can only use martial arts!"
Fang Yun's eyes flickered, and countless thoughts passed through his mind:
"The city of Shangjing is at the feet of the emperor, and the hierarchy is strict. What Yang Hong relies on cannot be his status as a Wuhou and his royal bloodline. The party at the top is planning, and the party at the bottom is attacking the army. Yang Hong, now that you are deposed, my father
The proposal of being promoted to the nobility, then you can’t even think about being stable as your Marquis Wu!"
A cold light flashed in Fang Yun's eyes. Information about his past life and this life poured into his mind. Fang Yun's brain was like a precise instrument, running rapidly, thinking of various strategies to deal with Yang Hong.
"Come here, prepare the Four Treasures of the Study for me!"
"Yes, Master!" Outside the wing, a servant left in a hurry.
Soon, the Four Treasures of the Study were delivered to Fang Yun's desk. Fang Yun took the ink stick and ground it carefully. He grinded it very slowly. Many thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's mind, but he finally made up his mind.
"A good person will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridiculed by others. No one can bully the Fang family without paying any price. Today our Fang family swallows this breath. In the future, everyone will think that our Sifang Marquis Mansion is a soft persimmon.
Come and pinch them all!”
Picking up the Langhao pen and dipping it in ink, Fang Yun carefully considered the words and sentences and wrote the first line:
"I heard that the Emperor wanted to confer the crown prince Shaobao Yang Hong on the throne as a Marquis of Wu. I thought that although Yang Hong had the courage of a Marquis of Wu, he did not have the virtues of a Marquis of Wu, and he was so domineering that the canonization might not be appropriate!..."
Fang Yun's Confucian cultivation in his previous life was brought into full play at this moment. The laws and regulations of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the military orders of the military were all flowing through his heart at this moment. Fang Yun repeated the two words of Quan Wude and narrated them in a eloquent way, which made Yang Hong's body completely intact.
That night, Fang Yun didn't sleep at all. By dawn the next day, this memorial was finally finished.
Fang Yun put the letter into an envelope and wrote on the top:
Fang Yun, the youngest son of the Sifang Marquis Mansion, knelt down to the Minister of Dali Temple and presented it to the Emperor of China.
According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, if you have any objections to the issue of enfeoffment and want to impeach, you need to submit it to Dali Temple, which will be the first to accept it. This rule was agreed upon by Taizu Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it is not actually implemented
, not even once.
Fang Yun held this memorial and felt his heart heavy. He knew very well that if this memorial was sent to Dali Temple, it would immediately cause an uproar.
"Yang Hong, in martial arts, I can't beat you for the time being. But Wen, you are far from my opponent!"
Opening the door, Fang Yun strode out.
…
Dali Temple, located in the southwest of Shangjing City, is extremely powerful!
The so-called Dali Temple, "big", refers to high-ranking officials and nobles; "Li" means to hold punishments. Together, Dali Temple means the prison of high-ranking officials. It mainly handles cases of impeachment of officials in the world.
In today's imperial court, officials govern the Qingming Dynasty. It is rare for Dali Temple to accept a case in half a year.
In the early morning, Zhang Muqing, the minister of Dali Temple, who was upright in court clothes and a crown of heaven, was grading memorials in the lobby. Suddenly, a drumming sound came from the direction of the door.
"Come here, go out and check!"
Zhang Muqing raised his head and said majestically.
"It's my lord!"
Immediately, a Zaoyi yamen officer ran out.
After a while, the Zaoyi Yamen servant left and returned, holding a letter in both hands and handing it to the desk.
"Sir, Fang Yun, the youngest son of the Sifang Marquis Mansion, is here to send you a memorial!"
After receiving the envelope, Zhang Muqing opened it and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a sentence.
"Something big is going to happen!"
There were only a handful of Wuhou in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and most of them were appointed by Taizu at the founding of the country. This was the first time in more than a thousand years that Wuhou was impeached! And the people who were impeached were from all sides.
Hou's second son.
Zhang Muqing then looked down, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became. The handwriting was elegant, but in Zhang Muqing's eyes, it was the light of a sword.
After reading the letter, Zhang Muqing was secretly horrified: "This matter is of great importance. I can't make the decision by myself!"
Zhang Muqing immediately stood up, stuffed the memorial into his sleeves, straightened his clothes, and immediately rode the carriage towards the palace.
After entering the palace, Zhang Muqing went straight to the Zizheng Pavilion.
"Sir Rong, please take a look at this memorial!"
Zhang Muqing handed over Fang Yun's memorial.
"This is a big deal. The imperial court canonizing Wuhou is a big deal. I don't have the right to abolish or establish Wuhou."
Mr. Rong, the first-rank doctor of the Zizheng Pavilion, also gasped after reading it: "This matter needs to be handed over to the Third Duke for decision!"
After half a stick of incense, Sangong’s approval came down:
Immediately summon the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate for a joint trial!