The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1904

[1904. Chapter 1813 Peace in the world (finale)]

comes out of the palace.

The long-awaited capital is still bustling and bustling.

During the Western Expedition for more than a year, Fang Jifan found it difficult to find his way home while sitting in a carriage.

Fortunately… he has a coachman. The coachman is a strong man. Why he is so strong, Fang Jifan himself doesn’t know.

Sitting in the carriage, what passed by the glass window was a familiar yet unfamiliar street scene.

Fang Jifan tried his best to relax and take a rare nap, because he knew that when the carriage arrived at the end, there would be countless people… wanting to visit him.

Just as Fang Jifan imagined, it was reported last night that Fang Jifan would return to Beijing.

So…today…most of the people in various departments of the imperial court took leave of absence at once.

So much so that when the ministers who were on duty today suddenly felt bad when they saw the deserted ministry hall.

No wonder his official career has not been smooth in recent years.

I bet they…are all in the same group.

The list of people asking for leave is densely packed.

From the head of the ministry to the minister, to the assistant minister, to the chief officer, even the lowest level official, Guan Zheng, I didn’t notice it, good guy… In just a few years, all the people in the ministry are Fang Jifan’s disciples. Or… the disciples of Fang Jifan’s disciples, or even worse… the disciples of his disciples, actually started to enter the temple.

Who did he study under, and whom did he study under? The origin of these teachers and students is usually not obvious, but today, when you look at it, it makes your scalp numb.

Now…the regent has returned to Beijing.

The ruling and opposition parties were shocked.

The regent came out of the palace and went to Xishan.

Xishan is already overcrowded. People stand solemnly and look forward to it.

This is his mentor, his master, and his ancestor.

Without your ancestors, you would not have yourself.

In the same way, without this great master, there would be absolutely no one.

Fang Jifan was their spiritual father to them.

This is what is called mentoring.

As soon as the carriage arrived, no one made any noise, and even the flow of people automatically gave way to the road, and people silently bowed.

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

The worst thing about disciples is like onychomycosis, one always infects two. There are only six or seven of his real disciples, but which one of his disciples is not unique? Fang Jifan could barely calculate how many disciples they had, but as for their disciples… only God knows!

Fang Jifan looked at the huge crowd and sighed involuntarily.

This is not the life I want.

So he withdrew his gaze and quickly entered his mansion.

Fortunately… the disciples and disciples were very capable and did not rush into the mansion.

They each bowed silently, and then stared at Fang Jifan’s tall back for a long time.

Occasionally… someone would whisper.

“Master doesn’t like the excitement, so he doesn’t say a word. It’s admirable that Master is like this. He wants to tell us that people must not be impetuous, and no matter what they do, they must endure loneliness.”

Someone thought thoughtfully .

, slowly comprehending Fang Jifan’s words and deeds, he couldn’t help but sigh: “Master is Master. Master’s sentiment is really admirable. I’m afraid I will never reach his level.”

……

At this time, Zhu Houzhao, who was in the palace, was looking at the pile of memorials with his eyebrows furrowed, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face!

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

If he hadn’t resigned, Zhu Houzhao would have wanted to send all these memorials to Fang Jifan.

At this moment, in his mind, he couldn’t help but think of the cabinet. Why is it still not enough to increase the number of people in the cabinet? In the final analysis, the final right to award red money is still in his hands.

In the whole world, only the emperor holds the world in his hands and acts arbitrarily.

Zhu Houzhao thought about it carefully.

But…the emperor can no longer handle such complicated affairs. Even if the diligent Taizu Emperor Gao is reincarnated, he may not be able to handle the current affairs.

The only way is to give most of the power to criticize the red to the hands of the ministers.

But… here comes the point, how can ministers be trustworthy?

What if Wang Mang and Cao Cao appear?

Zhu Houzhao’s frown deepened. He subconsciously thought that if he delegated power, he would have to figure out which part of the power the emperor should seize, and which part of the power should be given to the cabinet…

How should the cabinet that has obtained the power to criticize the red people… or others, check and balance them so that they cannot cause chaos.

Zhu Houzhao actually knew very well that he would have to solve this problem sooner or later!

Subconsciously…

he felt hungry and thirsty in his mouth, so he said: “Here comes someone.”

“My servant is here.”

At this time, the person who came in quietly was a strange little eunuch.

Zhu Houzhao frowned: “Where is Liu Banban?”

“You just took leave.”

“Are you sick?”

“Eunuch Liu’s godfather returned to Beijing. He…he took leave to visit.”

Zhu Houzhao breathed a sigh of relief.

It is good for people to have filial piety.

Zhu Houzhao still felt something was wrong: “What about Zhou Dayong?”

“He also took leave.”

Zhu Houzhao frowned: “Have you ever heard that he is also Lao Fang’s grandson?”

“No…” the little eunuch said pitifully. : “Eunuch Zhou… he… he is the godson of Eunuch Liu, so… speaking of it, he is the great-grandson of His Royal Highness the Regent.”

But something is still wrong! So Zhu Houzhao said: “Chen Huang, Wu Xi, Jiang Daqian, they…”

He reported many names in succession.

The little eunuch opened his mouth to say something.

Zhu Houzhao suddenly waved his hand: “That’s all, you don’t have to answer. I know what’s going on. They must be either Lao Fang’s great-grandson or great-great-grandson. Then…”

Zhu Houzhao stared at the little eunuch with a more sophisticated look in his eyes. Se: “What about you? Why aren’t you?”

I asked.

The eunuch was about to cry!

It feels like I have experienced the second insult since I was castrated!

He grimaced and stuttered: “Slave… I am not good enough for you. I am stupid, ignorant, and have little qualifications. They… they don’t play with slaves.”

Zhu Houzhao breathed out, I actually felt like I couldn’t laugh or cry.

But then… he burst out laughing: “Interesting, interesting, no wonder this bitch Lao Fang was so anxious to resign as soon as he came back. I’m afraid at this time, he was scared to death and wanted to hide! Hey, He thinks too little of me, and I don’t trust him when I use him.”

Then, he resumed his youthful posture, hummed, and muttered something.

Seeing that the young eunuch was still kneeling, he said, “Go and pour me a cup of tea. Hurry up.”

The young eunuch stood up awkwardly and hurried to pour the tea, trembling and in a hurry.

This made Zhu Houzhao finally realize why no one in the palace took him to play. There was something wrong with this person’s brain.

Zhu Houzhao ignored him and continued to hold his chin, lost in thought, thinking about the questions he hadn’t thought about just now!

How to check and balance… those cabinet ministers who have received approval?

Just the new army, or… the factory guards?

No, no, no…

there’s still something wrong.

In the future… I’m afraid it’s best to ask the elders about this.

Hey… why is it Lao Fang again?

…………

Children in elementary schools are always the most innocent.

Yesterday, the school had a day off.

As for the reason, it is a bit ridiculous.

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

I heard that the great master is back.

Today… Mr. finally appeared in class again in high spirits.

Looking at this group of children, Mr. Xiang remained silent about his meeting with the Grand Master yesterday.

With his status, he might not even be able to reach the level of his disciples.

But…seeing the Grand Master’s back from a distance was still very useful to him.

The gentleman sat high, holding a ruler in his hand, and there were a group of children sitting upright walking around.

Then… he said slowly: “Today… I read an article carefully… This article… was written by Liu Yi, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites… “Remembering My Master”, you guys should read it carefully.”

“Come on, Erhu, you Get up. Read it first.”

A child stood up tremblingly and opened the text.

Then he stuttered and recited: “My master, Fang Jifan… is young and agile, successful and smart…”

He shook his head and recited.

The husband was fascinated by what he heard, as if he thought of his master through this article.

After the child finished reading, the teacher asked, “Do you understand the meaning?”

The children blinked, expressing confusion.

After all, they are still too young.

The gentleman sighed: “What is recorded here is just a trivial matter. That is, the story of the great master washing his father’s feet when he was four years old. What kind of person is the great master? He knew the principles of filial piety after urinating. What about you? “

So the children all looked ashamed.

The teacher seemed to start to sigh with emotion: “It is said that you are older when you are three years old and you are older when you are seven years old. Although it is just a father’s care, the great master’s subsequent life trajectory, such as chopping firewood for neighbors, helping an old woman cross the road, and falling in love when he sees a beautiful woman. After becoming an official, he took the common people as his own responsibility, and cherished the love of the people. From then on, he assisted the emperor, governed the country and brought peace to the world. Strange.”

“The Grand Master is your role model. He can do so many good deeds at the age of four. Look at you, you are already seven or eight years old. Have you ever cleaned up your father’s feet? Alas… children cannot be taught. I will teach you The purpose of reading and reciting is to keep these ‘little things’ in your mind and become a great master.”

The children had to respond: “Students, please remember.”

The teacher frowned slightly, seeing that there were many children. He still looked like he didn’t care.

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

As a qualified gentleman, he is very patient! I saw him smiling, holding a ruler in his hand, patting the palm of his other hand, and said unhurriedly: “I will take the exam in the future!”

…

Complete the book.

There will be a final review tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Well, there will be some context about the book and some words about the completion.

(End of chapter)