Chapter 1,131 Yan Shifan: You wont let me embezzle... and youll let me cheat?
"It's strange that the Buddha was injured!"
Under the warmth of the Yin Qi of the Night Journey of One Hundred Ghosts, Chen Hong, who was already so weak that he was almost blown away by the night wind, finally recovered and was put into the picture in a daze. Li Yan passed through what he had suffered.
of the injury and made a judgment.
Xiaoqian asked curiously: "Don't all Buddhist cultivators stay behind closed doors? Why was he hurt by the Buddha's treasure?"
If Chen Hong was injured by a mahogany sword hanging on the door, it would be normal, but now that he was injured by a Buddhist treasure, it was really weird.
From the brief narration before coma, Chen Hong first went to Xiyuan and did not find the Huang Yu Ruyi that Princess Chang'an was rewarded during her lifetime. Later, he entered the Forbidden City and was injured outside Princess Ning'an's house. The short pestle looked like it was waiting for a rabbit.
Waiting for the door.
Li Yan said: "If ghosts appear, they will be harmed by Buddha treasures. If a living person steals into the Forbidden City, it will be difficult to trust the little princess. This is probably Tao Zhongwen's precautions."
Xiaoqian is still puzzled: "Why does Master Shenxiao use Buddha treasures?"
Li Yan said: "From the current point of view, there are two purposes."
"First, the Buddha has a strong restraint on ghosts. If it were not for the protection of the Tripitaka Sutra, Chen Hong would definitely die. Even if you were to go, it would be a disaster."
"Second, it is difficult to trace the origin of the Buddha treasure. Even if it is exposed, it will be difficult to trace it to him, the leader of the Taoist sect."
Xiaoqian was angry: "He is so hateful!"
Li Yan continued: "But no matter how well prepared we are, after all, we are in the Forbidden City, we still have to take a lot of risks. From this, we can speculate that Tao Zhongwen is very afraid of your return."
"It is difficult to win people's trust in the theory of ghosts. What's more, you have lost your memory now. It cannot be proven that you were murdered by Tao Zhongwen. However, the other party is still extremely afraid of you. There must be something fishy behind it!"
If you asked Tao Zhongwen what bad things he had done, Chi Lian would have revealed them long ago.
For example, when Jiajing went south, Tao Zhongwen, who was still a scholar at the time, predicted that the palace would be on fire, but the prediction came true. It was not a magical plan, but she secretly burned it.
Jiajing was almost burned to death in the fire. It was Lu Bing who broke into the fire and carried the nanny out. This was a serious crime of decapitation, and it was serious enough, but Li Yan was never prepared to use it to stop him.
Downgrade Tao Zhongwen.
Because the witness is a snake demon, it is not enough to win people's trust.
In the same way, Xiaoqian is now a ghost and has lost her memory of her life. Even if she is Princess Chang'an, how many people can believe her if she identifies Tao Zhongwen?
Xiaoqian followed closely, her mind spinning quickly: "Yes, even if I am a princess, I am not as threatening as Governor Lu. Why is this old thief worried?"
Li Yan pondered for a moment and said to Qi Ling: "Call Tao Yin out!"
Tao Yin was refining elixirs in the boat, trying to regain his previous feeling. He got the help of the weapon spirit and soon appeared in front of him: "Young Master!"
Li Yan recounted the story of Chen Hong's expedition and the Buddhist treasure that almost knocked him out of his mind: "The next step is to use a two-pronged approach to break through two lines. The first is Governor Lu's hatred of Tao Zhongwen, and the second is Xiaoqian's life experience and
The mystery of death.”
Tao Yin had wanted revenge for a long time, but when he got close, he calmed down: "We are new here after all, why don't we prepare a few things first and then compete with him?"
Li Yandao: "After all, Tao Zhongwen has been favored for nearly twenty years and has a very deep foundation in the capital. It will not benefit us to delay it. A quick decision is the best. Now that we have this hope, the more unwilling the other party is to be exposed, the more likely we will be.
To expose it.”
Tao Yin's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of the bitter little Heavenly Master: "Then shall I go see Tao Shi'en? I really miss him..."
Li Yandao: "Judging from Tao Zhongwen's current calculating and ruthless style, the apparent successor may not necessarily be the person he values the most. You can contact him, but don't use Tao Shi'en as a breakthrough."
Tao Yin came to his senses and said bitterly: "When we went to sea, the old thief appeared in Tao Shien's body. Such a method was bound to be a kind of harm, but he had no worries at all. It seemed that he was not only hurting me, the illegitimate son, but also his biological son."
They are mostly used, it’s simply inhumane!”
Li Yan asked: "At that time, did you have much contact with other branches of Zhengyi?"
Tao Yin nodded: "Yu Jizi from the Taiyi Sect, Lingxuzi from the Jingming Sect, Yuan Dingzi from the Donghua Sect... I talked very happily with them. From the surface, it seems that these Taoist elders appreciate me very much."
Li Yan smiled: "It was superficial at that time, but it won't be so anymore. You should visit these Taoist temples, keep in touch with each other, and exchange medical and acupuncture techniques."
Tao Yin thought about the acupuncture skills taught by this professor and became energetic: "Take the order!"
Once upon a time, Divine Forbidden Control was a humble illegitimate son of the Tao family, trying every means to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan...
After breaking free and entering the capital again, you can visit various gates and become a guest.
Just because behind him stood a real person who kept quiet, cultivated his true nature, and condensed his energy!
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"Three hundred thousand taels of silver to build the Dragon Temple and Zhenren Mansion?"
Just when Tao Shien set foot in the Taoist sects, Yan Shifan, an official of the Ministry of Industry, looked at the Minister of Household Affairs in front of him, with an undisguised evil light shining in his angry eyes: "Say what you said again!"
The Minister of the Ministry of Finance, who was obviously on the same level as him but was more than a head shorter, quickly explained: "Mr. Xiaoge, the money in the Ministry of Finance's inventory has been used up this year. Next, we will have to levy additional taxes on the people, but it is an increase."
Taxes will not be collected for a while, and some provinces have already imposed taxes until five years later..."
"I don't want to hear this!"
Yan Shifan interrupted directly, his facial features distorted: "During the court meeting, you should know how much your Majesty attaches importance to the Dragon God and the real person, especially the Dragon God. If she hadn't stopped the heavy rain, once flooding occurred, the capital would have suffered a huge loss, three million taels.
It’s far from enough to quell the disaster, but you actually dare to humiliate the Dragon God with a mere three hundred thousand taels?”
The Minister of Household Affairs said miserably: "Old Xiao Ge, for the contribution of the Dragon God, millions of subjects in the Ming Dynasty were filled with gratitude, but the temple construction was too urgent. We have evened it out from various ministries. We only have so much money, and we have already reported it to the cabinet...
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Regardless of the etiquette or not, Yan Shifan directly grabbed the minister of household affairs and said: "Come, follow me into the palace to meet His Majesty. Repeat what you just said!"
"no no……"
The Minister of Household Affairs was so frightened that he almost knelt down, but it was of no use and was dragged out by Yan Shifan.
This little pavilion is always really angry.
Under Jiajing's repeated orders, he finally decided not to commit corruption even once. What a noble and precious selfless spirit. Now he was actually given 300,000 taels to preside over the construction of these two major projects?
If it were something else, 300,000 taels would be enough to cut corners, but the Dragon Temple and Zhenzhen Mansion, Jiajing might have to be personally inspected by the Holy Master. If the repairs are not satisfactory, isn't the Ministry of Works entirely responsible?
So in order to satisfy His Majesty, do we still have to pay him some money?
Yan Shifan has never suffered such grievances!
No one would be stupid enough to complain to His Majesty. The Minister of Household Affairs did not dare to do so, and Yan Shifan did not dare either. He went straight to Xiyuan and prepared to complain to Yan Song.
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Cabinet value.
Cinnabar, as red as blood, ripples gently in the purple gold alms bowl with a eucalyptus head.
Yan Song and Xu Jie held the pivot pen in their hands, dipped it in, then slowly probed the tip of the pen in the inkstone, looking at the green paper in front of them, pondering the words and sentences below.
Blue paper, red calligraphy, and first-class pavilion style, there is no doubt that this is writing green poetry.
The world's government affairs are waiting for the cabinet's approval. It is simply ridiculous that the two cabinet ministers are actually doing such a thing, but this is the current situation of the Jiajing Dynasty.
Many important military and national events, as well as the intentions of the emperor and his ministers, are all foreshadowed in Qing Ci. How to make Qing Ci deeply reflect the sacred meaning is what Yan Song thinks about the most in his daily life...
Fortunately, it wasn't too difficult this time.
The Dragon God appeared in the world, and the Shinto was revived. I thanked God and hoped to become a member of the gods, live as long as the heaven and the earth, and shine with the sun and the moon. The most important thing is this.
And when Yan Song put down the pen after putting a lot of effort into writing the last word, he couldn't help but sigh: "I'm old! I'm old!"
Xu Jie still had three sentences to finish, so he had to put down his pen and said with some admiration: "Mr. Ge, have you finished writing?"
Yan Song gently thumped his lower back: "Three hundred and sixty words, it took almost two hours to write. I can't stand it anymore!"
Xu Jie actually envied Yan Song's body. After all, at the age of more than seventy, he could still write such a poem while taking the elixir rewarded by His Majesty: "The elder Ge said so, I should retire, and it is also three hundred and sixty years old."
Cross, I still have two sentences that I haven't thought of yet..."
"Shaohu!"
Yan Song looked at Xu Jie and called out very warmly: "With your talent and energy, if you don't say 360 words in two hours, the 3600 words have already been written. Are you waiting for me?"
ah!"
When Yan Shifan walked to the door, he heard what his father said, and his face suddenly sank.
Compared with Yan Song, he always felt that the miracle doctor Li was not simple. He always felt that Xu Jie was a disaster. He seemed to be honest and obedient, but he was double-dealing. He might be the one who stabbed their father and son in the back in the future!
But this time he came to complain, but he had no time to pay attention to Xu Jie. He entered the door and saluted: "Sir! Mr. Xu Ge..."
Xu Jie immediately returned the courtesy, his attitude even somewhat respectful: "Old Xiaoge!"
Yan Song looked at him rushing in, but he was a little dissatisfied: "How many times have I told you that when you work, you have to pay attention to your duties. There are no sirs here, only ministers of the Ming Dynasty!"
Yan Shifan secretly curled his lips, but also changed his title: "Mr. Yan Ge, please take a look at the money allocated by the Ministry of Finance. The Ministry of Works can't do anything this time!"
Yan Song and Xu Jie looked at the memorial he handed over and frowned: "Three hundred thousand taels? Can each ministry only distribute this little money?"
"Yes, that's all!"
Yan Shifan promoted his anger to the extreme and tried to abdicate all responsibility: "Three hundred thousand taels of silver is not enough to build a real man's mansion, but now we have to cover the Dragon Temple. How can we do this?"
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Yan Song was silent, and Xu Jie was also silent. The only sound in the hall was Yan Shifan's heavy breathing.
Until a slightly shrill voice came from the door: "We have an immature proposal..."