Chapter 1651: Evidence Is All There

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To everyone's ears, this is a fantasy.

Xie Qianyuan's cousin in Luzon wrote a letter to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

But when someone heard it, his heart was shocked again.

Could it be... Could it be that Xie Zhiwen, who couldn't bear Lu Song's suffering, specially wrote a book for the crown prince, begging His Highness the crown prince to allow him to return to his hometown?

Thinking of this, many people immediately imagined it.

Thinking of being pale and emaciated, or suffering from a serious illness at this time, coughing, holding an oil lamp, in a wood house, with the sound of rats under your feet, and spreading out a pen on a broken wooden table, this pen must be bald and stained. The ink in Luzon must be inferior, so on the straw paper, coughing, I took up a pen and wrote words that even Xie's cousin felt ashamed. The letter must be full of compromises. In the process of writing, The coughing was unbearable, and the turbid tears must have filled the gullies on the vicissitudes of the old face, so...he decided to take out a coarse cloth from his sleeve, and covered his mouth. After coughing for a while, the coarse cloth...was Dark red blood.

call……

People are empathetic.

They may not have such a mentality for ignorant people.

But among the officials in the palace who are both gentry families, officials and relatives of officials, some people's eyes are already filled with tears.

Miserable.

Some people, who themselves have relatives in Luzon, are even more overwhelmed with grief and tears.

Xie Qian only felt that there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky. He knew that his cousin was a proud person. He claimed to be a woodcutter in the mountains and he didn't want to be an official. However, in Xie Qian's mind, his bearing was extraordinary. In any case, he couldn't imagine what his cousin had gone through to write a book for the crown prince, and begging for perfection from His Highness the crown prince.

Xie Qian's eyes turned red and he cried.

When a person grows old, he has never done anything wrong, but he still has to suffer like this.

He just kowtowed weakly to Prince Zhu Houzhao: "His Royal Highness...don't say...don't say any more."

He would rather never hear from his cousin for the rest of his life. He was a dignified cabinet scholar, but he couldn't do anything for his relatives. Thinking of this, he felt ashamed.

Zhu Houzhao grinned... amused.

This joy...compared with the desolation of the officials, it made Emperor Hongzhi feel so cold.

He thinks the prince is right.

Support the prince.

But... the prince's behavior is too worrying!

Of course, one has to be strict when dealing with courtiers, but... you can't send your relatives to Luzon and laugh in front of your face, right?

So... all the courtiers... who is willing to serve him?

The prince... still lacks experience, but... but... I am already old.

Emperor Hongzhi felt powerless. He wanted to borrow some more longevity and energy from the heavens. After all, he only had such a son. No matter what, he had no choice. Even if the prince was so ridiculous, he couldn't change anything.

Zhu Houzhao said cheerfully: "Master Xie, cousin Ling is much more knowledgeable than Master Xie, and he knows things better than you."

Xie Qian's heart skipped a beat, what the hell...Xiaoshi?

That's right, it must have been unbearable, even the last bit of dignity has been put down, begging in every possible way.

Zhu Houzhao said conveniently, "Old Fang, take Xie Zhiwen's letter."

Fang Jifan had been waiting for a long time, and immediately took out a stack of letters from his sleeve, put his finger on the tip of his tongue and licked it, it was soaked, and then began to search through the stack of letters, finally found one of them, the letter box of this letter was torn Open, inside...is a piece of silk.

After all, the distance is very long, and we have to travel across oceans, ordinary paper is afraid of getting wet.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Xie family is rich, and silk is ridiculously expensive overseas, but the Xie family, who is used to enjoying silk, just uses it.

When the silk was opened, Fang Jifan coughed, and said: "His Royal Highness Jun Jian, the grassroots Xie Zhiwen respectfully, the grassroots moved their family to Luzon by order, and they have now settled down. The emperor's grace is great, and they are blessed by His Royal Highness. soon……"

Fang Jifan read slowly, everyone's ears pricked up.

Everyone looked at each other and looked at each other.

This letter...is a bit weird.

"The grass people read books, and heard that a gentleman governs the country and the world. Now the grass people are overseas, and they are still thinking about the affairs of the Ming Dynasty. The emperor, Hong En, attacked Lu Song's Franji rebellion in the south. This is called the crime of punishing the people. The local The common people are all rejoicing, and our soldiers of the Ming Dynasty are even more excited when they are stationed in Luzon. The emperor went to the south of Fujiao, and north to the land of Tatar and Ross. Today, Luzon is taken, and the four seas are all worthy of the merits of Emperor Shun. The grassroots also heard that on the side of Luzon is Java. Java was originally the old domain of the Ming Dynasty. The robbers and bandits from the Portuguese were ambitious. Forbidden, I have great blessings all over the world, and spread virtue in the universe. How can I allow such small things to wreak havoc? His Royal Highness has great martial arts skills, and the grassroots have already been heard like thunder. The so-called virtuous person can eliminate violence and calm the world. How can His Highness ignore it? I implore His Highness, to the court, to stand up Send out a large army, conquer Java, beat up the bandits, hang the people and punish crimes, so... the whole world celebrates, the people of the West are in peace, and the people of the world, all rely on the Holy Lake, the grasslands please, worship again!"

"..."

Fang Jifan only gave up half of his faith, but the hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

There is indeed a begging in the letter.

But the begging in this letter is exactly what everyone thinks

Run in the opposite direction.

This Xie Zhiwen, is his head broken?

He has been dispatched to Luzon, and he is still thinking about asking the imperial court to send troops to attack Java?

People look at me and I look at you, feeling horrified.

Hearing this, Xie Qian coughed desperately, and he flew into a rage.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

My cousin is a modest gentleman, and what he hates the most is fighting. When the prince sent troops to the desert, in the exchange of letters with him, the cousin talked about this and even ridiculed it.

How could my cousin write such a letter?

He immediately said: "His Royal Highness, this letter...is definitely not written by my brother...my minister..."

Zhu Houzhao crossed his hands, and his face was even more joyful at this moment, saying: "Wait a minute, you should finish listening to this letter first."

Emperor Hongzhi's face was filled with surprise and uncertainty, showing an unbelievable look.

At this time, Fang Jifan opened his throat and continued: "If the imperial court uses troops, Xie's family first arrived in Luzon, and they have more than 93,000 lands. This year's harvest is limited. To reward the king's teacher, I would like to donate 8,000 dans of food and silver. Thirty thousand grains to help the military!"

buzz buzz...

Eight thousand dans of grain... thirty thousand grains of silver.

The Xie family went to Luzon, where did they get so much money and food?

And...willing to support so much money and food, it can be seen that the Xie family is in Luzon, and the annual income may be set above this, or even...much more than this.

Xie Qian was dumbfounded.

More than 90,000 mu of land, will there be so much income?

That was wild land.

And farming, which place does not need to spend...

The yield per mu is so much, not to mention the need for manpower. I just went, and the spring plowing and sowing have already been done, and there are crops in the field?

And silver... Where did this silver come from?

The most important thing is, why is the imperial court so eager to use troops against Java, and even willing to provide money and food.

All these things flooded into his heart, and he was even more unwilling to believe it.

But Fang Jifan said: "Does Xie Gong not believe it? Xie Gong has great eyesight, and Xie Zhiwen is Xie Gong's brother. If you think about his handwriting, Xie Gong must recognize his handwriting, so why don't you ask Xie Gong to have a look, then know the truth."

He handed the letter to Xie Qian.

Xie Qian caught it immediately, with a cold face on his face.

This is so absurd, he has to point out the falsification in it, so that people will know how absurd the prince is.

I knew that the crown prince is best at counterfeiting gold and stones...then imitate...

wrong……

Xie Qian's body shook.

When he saw the letter, his face became even uglier looking at the handwriting.

Something is wrong, something is wrong.

As Fang Jifan said, his brother's handwriting can be recognized even in ashes. This is not an exaggeration, it is a fact.

But he carefully looked at every word in it. My brother's hand was injured when he was young, so when he was practicing calligraphy, he was good at holding the brush with the knuckle of his thumb, so his handwriting, although the injury healed later, but this The habit is preserved, so there are several strokes, which are often different.

And this...it's true...it's the same as his usual habits.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and continued to look, trying to find any clues.

But...it's futile.

No matter how much one person imitates, it is impossible to completely copy the charm of the other party, not to mention that my brother's handwriting is already good, with its own unique charm, which is definitely not something that others can easily copy.

Xie Qian's head was about to explode suddenly.

And everyone was staring at Xie Qian, as if waiting for something.

But... Xie Qian's next move disappointed everyone.

Because...he looked up with a dazed look on his face.

Fang Jifan said conveniently: "Dare to ask Mr. Xie, is this written by Brother Ling?"

Xie Qian opened his mouth...trying to make a sound, but had to admit: "Yes, it is my brother's handwriting. It's just...just...it's impossible..."

"Impossible?" Fang Jifan said with a smile: "I have hundreds of letters here, all of which were repaired by the gentry of Luzon. Not only that, there is also a letter from Liu Yi, the governor of Luzon. , the contents here are all similar, I think some of them are familiar with the princes in the palace, you should also take a look to see if their letters are forged. , You can forge the handwriting of one person, but can you forge... so many letters from different people? If you don't believe it, you can trace the source of the letters. This is even more unforgivable. Fang Jifan said bluntly, if it is forged, we Fang Jifan will eat them all!"

hum...

There was an uproar in the hall.

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