Chapter 1535: The Real Murderer Behind the Scenes

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After Xiao Jing heard this, he knew that no amount of persuasion would help.

Although His Majesty is the emperor, he is a person with deep feelings, let alone someone else, let alone this is His Majesty's own son-in-law.

Xiao Jing still had a look of worry about Emperor Hongzhi in his eyes, but he nodded and said: "Slave... let's go to Zhang Luo now, I wonder if Your Majesty will keep things simple?"

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand: "Big fanfare, now is the most difficult time for the Fang family, and it is also the most difficult time for Xiurong, orphans and widows, it is not easy to take charge of this large family business..."

Thinking of Zhu Xiurong, Emperor Hongzhi felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

He got up and looked at the peaceful sky outside the glass window of the main hall.

Emperor Hongzhi stood with his hands behind his back and said: "I already understand what she means. She is a woman, but now she has to shoulder the responsibility of the head of the family. This is what she means. I feel distressed, but I can't stop you. Do you know why?"

Xiao Jing bowed his body and kept silent. He knew very well that Emperor Hongzhi just needed an audience, someone who could listen to him tell his grief.

Emperor Hongzhi did not hide his emotions in front of Xiao Jing, he was already in tears at this moment, and continued: "Xiu Rong has been obedient since she came out of her mother's womb, always listening to what I and Empress Zhang say, and when she is in her boudoir, listen to it." As ordered by her parents, once she got married, she obeyed her husband's order. She had never suffered hardships in her life, but now, she suddenly wanted to support the Fang family's family business. According to her previous obedient and submissive temperament, she must have made up her mind That's how determined she is, I... can't persuade her. I'm her father, so I help out as much as I can. The Fang family can't collapse, and if the Fang family collapses, Xiurong will also collapse."

Emperor Hongzhi lowered his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then there was a firm look in his eyes: "I want to come out from the Daming Gate on the day of April 7th. A trip to the Fang family will let the whole world know that not only Xiurong cannot collapse, but the Fang family cannot collapse, if Xiurong and the Fang family collapse, the society of Daming will also collapse."

Immediately, he waved his sleeves: "Get ready early."

"The servants obey the order."

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April 7 this day.

Emperor Hongzhi left the palace from the Daming Gate, and all the officials knelt outside the Daming Gate to greet him.

After that, he led a mighty chariot to Xishan.

Here in Xishan, it seems that everything has changed color all of a sudden, everyone is wearing plain onyx, and everyone is in the color of grief.

I heard that the king of Xinjin County is still seriously ill. He misses his son and has become ill. He has reached the point of blindness.

This... made the people who went up and down the western mountain even more sad.

Even if it is just a small farmer settled in Xishan, in addition to grief, there is also fear of the future.

The young master is gone, if there is something wrong with the master, the Fang family will really only have orphans and widows left.

Her Royal Highness is noble, but after all, she is only a girl. These days, she is running around, and it is said that although she is doing her best to turn the tide, there are many news that Xishan Bank has more and more bad debts. They got up, but they just kept going, but they spent countless gold and silver to save the market. Many people have already begun to persuade the big guys to find another way out early. Once the Xishan Bank collapses, the entire Xishan... That's all.

only……

How could it be so easy to leave? I am used to being here, and under the protection of Fang's family, they have long regarded this place as their own home. Although they are not the masters of this place, they regard themselves as members of Xishan and come here The master, the young master, the scholars in the academy, and the nearby merchants, all of them are familiar with each other, and even the soldiers of the Feiqiu Battalion in the back mountain, they also look kindly, this... is my home...

Up and down the West Mountain, there are tens of thousands of households, all of whom were refugees at the beginning. They settled here. They came from all corners of the country and left their homes to come here. Now...they refuse to go anywhere.

Here, almost every family wears filial piety clothes and hats.

A man named Hu Zi had a conflict with a scholar a few days ago, beat him to the point of bleeding, and was caught on the spot.

A young man like Huzi was at his youngest and full of vigor, so he was 'invited' by Wucheng soldiers and horses, but it was Shen Ao from the Feiqiu battalion who personally sent him out of Wucheng soldiers and horses. The company fished it back.

There are many such things.

Especially a group of young people, they have reached the point of insanity. Compared with their parents, they have a deeper sense of identity with Xishan. No matter where they go out, if they are asked, they can always proudly say I am from Xishan, and hinted to the other party that I always seem to have some indescribable relationship with Qi Guogong.

The sad news of Duke Qi is unacceptable to the people of Xishan.

Therefore, every household in this family is dressed in linen and filial piety, and in front of every door, there is a consciously hanging a soul-calling pan.

After Emperor Hongzhi arrived at Xishan, surrounded by officials, he rushed to the mourning hall.

He brought several important ministers in, and every time he stepped in, Emperor Hongzhi felt unbelievable.

It was always difficult for him to accept this cruel reality, but the well-arranged mourning hall reminded him all the time that at this time, he had encountered a tragedy in his life, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man.

Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Zaimo came early.

Zhu Zaimo, wearing filial piety clothes, stood in mourning hall with Ouyang Zhi and Tang Yin.

Fang Tianci was still young, and was held by someone, only crying blindly.

Under this spiritual seat, Zhu Xiurong looked so haggard.

extreme.

Emperor Hongzhi deliberately didn't let Xiao Jing declare, because he didn't want to break the atmosphere in the mourning hall, and he didn't want these haggard and grief-stricken children to welcome him.

Emperor Hongzhi came in and met Zhu Xiurong's eyes.

Emperor Hongzhi's heart was twisted like a knife, he quickly looked away, he didn't want to see his daughter's despairing eyes, he didn't say anything, as a father, he didn't need to salute, all he needed to do was pinch a few sticks of incense It is enough to express the memory of the deceased.

Fang Tianci was crying at first, and no one paid attention to him. Seeing his grandfather came at this time, he seemed to have a sudden support, so he said in a childish voice, "Grandfather...Grandfather... ..."

Emperor Hongzhi lowered his head, hearing the cry, his heart was about to break.

This child still doesn't know that he has lost his father, and when he realizes it in the future, he will have already forgotten what happened today.

"Jifan, Jifan..." Emperor Hongzhi murmured: "I... come to see you again, I am the Son of Heaven, so the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, this... now Come to think of it... What a joke, the ups and downs of the world, even the Son of Heaven, has to taste it all, pain, pity, why in this world, there are always difficult things, now I finally understand the former emperor, the former emperor At that time, he was obsessed with seeking immortals and asking questions every day, and he was tireless, wanting to come... This is because he also knows that there are always many helpless things in the world."

After Emperor Hongzhi finished speaking, he looked at the mourning hall and remained silent for a long time.

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The voice of Emperor Hongzhi can be heard outside the mourning hall.

Many people lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

All the officials stood here, among the crowd, Liu Huiwen, the Imperial Supervisor, had a calm expression.

This Guozijian is not only the highest institution of learning in Ming Dynasty, but also an institution responsible for the management of education in the world, so it is extremely noble.

And the post of sacrificial wine is not for anyone who is not of high morals and high prestige.

Liu Huiwen's status as a sacrificial wine for the Imperial College is naturally aloof.

only……

Now, the Guozijian Jijiu, which was once full of peaches and plums, has become idle. In the past, there were supervisors who entered the Guozijian to study, but stereotyped writing was abolished, and the Guozijian suddenly became deserted, and no longer studied stereotyped writing. All the officials in the Guozijian are almost blinded, and they don't even know what their responsibilities should be.

Liu Huiwen, the grand master who supervises students all over the world, and is also in charge of the grand sacrificial wine for all school officials, now... seems to be alone.

But...he was very calm, with a look of indifference, and he was on duty every day as usual.

Recently, he caught wind and cold, and today he came with a sick body, still coughing constantly.

Behind him, an official from the Ministry of Rituals stepped forward, looked at him with concern and said, "Master, your health has never been good, you might as well go to the side and rest."

The doctor of the Ministry of Rites is obviously Liu Huiwen's disciple. He purposely raised his voice in order to attract others' attention.

Sure enough, Xie Qian, a cabinet scholar not far away, listened, looked sideways, and then gave Liu Huiwen a worried look.

Liu Jijiu accompanied him with a sickness, and he was old. It was worrying to see him, but he was negligent and forgot that he was still sick, so Xie Qian said: "If you feel unwell, please take it aside. Take a break."

This disciple of Liu Huiwen seemed to be waiting for Xie Gong's order, and quickly helped Liu Huiwen, who was trembling slightly, to a corner.

Looking at the countless crowd, Liu Huiwen sighed, but his eyes were cloudy, making people look down on his thoughts.

"Teacher..." the disciple said, "Your Majesty's partiality to Qi Guogong is really enviable."

Liu Huiwen smiled, and he took a meaningful look at his favorite student: "The emperor's preference for his subjects cannot last long. Now that the Duke of Qi has passed away, no matter how partial the emperor is, he still needs to put his mind on the country. It's April 7, and in a few days, it will be Qiqi, but what if it's a year and a half later?"

This disciple took a deep look at his mentor. In fact, these days, he has been in anxiety. Many changes have taken place in Beijing, which he did not expect. He even faintly felt that he had done something wrong. What, but my mentor, still looks calm and calm, but it seems to give him some confidence.

only……

The disciple glanced in the direction of the mourning hall, and then said sadly: "But... Teacher, stereotyped writing has been abolished."

Liu Huiwen said calmly, "This is just for a while...cough cough cough..."

The two are in the corner, no one is around, so they can talk freely.

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