Chapter 2540: The Law Is Unforgiving

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"There was a woman who had two brothers, both of whom were studying. The woman started working when she was young..."

Hu Hui was telling stories and Fang Xing was listening to them.

The storyteller is very serious, and the person listening to the story is also very serious.

"After her parents died, the woman was still working to support her two brothers. She looked like an old woman at the age of eighteen. Her two brothers were elected one after another, and the woman was overjoyed. But the next year, she was promised to a woodcutter by her brother..."

Hu Bi looked at Fang Xing and said, "Uncle Xinghe, what should we do about this?"

Fang Xing asked curiously: "Are you one of those two brothers?"

Hu Xi shook his head and said: "No."

"That's a wolf with a heart and a dog's lungs. It would be no pity to kill him."

"Friendship cannot withstand trial and error."

Fang Xing didn't like Hu Hui's vague way, let alone his obscure expression of merit. But by comparing himself to that woman, he was expressing his feelings.

Hu Xi said confusedly: "I have been running outside all those years, running everywhere, in the mountains, on the water..."

"Master Hu, may I ask where that person is now?"

Fang Xing was more interested in that person than any auxiliary political bachelor. If possible, he would even want to meet him and ask him how he played such a good hand of cards back then.

Hu Bi stroked his beard and said, "That one is pretty good. He's enjoying his old age now."

Fang Xing said: "If that person is still around, he would be over fifty years old and no longer a threat. Is he a monk in Wudang Mountain?"

Hu Bi looked at Fang Xing in astonishment and said, "Didn't Xinghe Bo think that Emperor Wen's major construction of Wudang Mountain was for that person?"

"Is not it?"

Fang Xing said: "No matter how powerful Zhang Sloppy is, he can't control the political power of the world. Jing Nan used the True Martial God to boost his morale. At most, he could build a few Taoist temples to reward his merits, but at that time, he regarded Wudang Mountain as the Imperial City of Peking." How much manpower and material resources have been spent on repairing it!”

Hu Bi shook his head and said, "Uncle Xinghe, that's Zhang Shenxian."

Fang Xing sneered and said: "Even if he is a god, he can't bring any benefit to the Ming Dynasty. Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, their gods never protect the general public, so... that's all, when did Fang go to Wudang Mountain to see Look, otherwise those problems will remain unbearable.”

Hu Bi said displeasedly: "Uncle Xinghe, please don't blaspheme the gods."

Fang Xing said: "The most devout believer I have ever met wishes she could give all her wealth to the gods, but her life is miserable... Do you know what those monks say?"

Hu Bi shook her head, and Fang Xing said: "Those people say that suffering in this life is a way to cultivate the next life. In the next life, her family will be able to enjoy happiness and endless wealth."

Hu Hui said: "If you do evil in the past life, you will be repaid in this life. If you suffer in this life, you will be repaid in the next life. This is true."

Fang Xing stood up and said: "If you don't agree with me, let's see the guests off!"

Until she left Fang's house, Hu Hui didn't know why she and Fang Xing talked about gods.

After returning to the Ministry of Rites, Hu Xi realized that she had been deceived by Fang Xing.

That person didn't want to get close to him, let alone get involved in the decision-making process of selecting the assistant political bachelor.

"It's ridiculous that I am a little greedy for profit."

Hu Hui was very open-minded and took this matter as a joke.

But Yan Dajian is very serious.

Yang Shiqi had already taken leave of absence and was about to take the official memorial. Yan Dajian was as nervous as he was during the imperial examination.

As long as Hu Xi is promoted to the Political Affairs Hall, then there is a nine-tenth chance, no, a ten-tenth chance that he, Yan Dajian, will be the one in the bag of the Minister of Rites.

Minister!

This is the pinnacle of being a minister, and the next step is to be a bachelor of auxiliary politics, that is, to be a prime minister.

Yan Dajian suppressed the excitement in his heart and said calmly outside the door: "Sir, please see me."

"Come in."

After entering, Yan Dajian saw Hu Hui writing with a calm expression, and couldn't help but praise: "Your Majesty's heart is like a wise king. It is really difficult for ordinary people to match."

Hu Xi continued to write and said calmly: "Most of my compassion is given to my family. Being an official is just about hanging out."

The two of them spoke a few words like code words, and then Yan Dajian got down to business.

"grown ups,

Yang Shiqi's memorial entered the palace. "

Hu Xi raised her head and said, "Calm down! Why are you panicking?"

He lowered his head and continued writing.

"The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I asked you how you can do it, but my mind is far away. I am picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and I can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, I have forgotten what I wanted to say."

"Good words!"

Yan Dajian praised.

Hu Bi put down his pen and asked, "Dajian also likes Mr. Jingjie's poems?"

Yan Dajian nodded and said: "When I was studying, I felt that Mr. Jingjie's poems were a bit decadent. Only after I encountered difficulties in my official career did I know how to appreciate Mr. Jingjie's poems."

"The clouds have no intention to come out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying..."

Yan Dajian recited softly, and then looked at Hu Hui, and a feeling of smugness filled his chest.

…

Zhu Zhanji glanced at the memorial and said, "Scholar Yang has worked hard for many years and has made great contributions to the country. Yang Ji is Yang Ji, let him rest assured."

After hearing this, Yang Shiqi immediately wrote a second memorial, saying that he had no way to teach his son and had no face to stand in the court.

"I can't live without Bachelor Yang for a day."

The emperor rejected his appointment for the second time and gave him the highest praise.

All civil and military officials in the dynasty were watching the process between the monarch and his ministers.

As for Zhu Zhanji, he certainly does not want Yang Shiqi to step down. But there was no room for change at this point, and he could only show his uncompromising attitude to increase the king's prestige.

When the third memorial entered the palace, the memorials of Yang Rong and others also entered the palace at the same time.

There are no more than three things.

The memorials of Yang Rong and others pleading for mercy were more like going through the motions.

"The reward is a thousand coins."

The emperor's tone was very cold, as if he wanted to use money to settle the friendship between the emperor and his ministers.

Yang Rong hoped to save Yang Ji's life by becoming an official, but the emperor disappointed him.

The treasure money rewarded by the emperor was still in his hand, and there was news from outside.

"His Majesty sent Dongchang..."

Yang Shiqi was desperate.

If it was Jin Yiwei who went there, Yang Ji would probably be able to save his life.

Dongchang...

"Yang Ji's crime must not be pardoned. Your Majesty means to avoid it."

An Lun seemed to be in a very good mood, smiling.

"It is best for Yang Shiqi to return to Taihe before he becomes an official. After capturing Yang Ji, he must stagger his way back to his hometown with Yang Shiqi."

Chen Shi said: "Father, it is better to deal with Yang Ji on the road and just say that he died of illness on the way, so that the emperor and his ministers can live in peace."

An Lun shook his head and said: "Yang Ji is the son of an important minister. Your Majesty will use his head to warn those dignitaries not to violate the law, otherwise they will be killed."

After returning to his room, the smile on An Lun's face disappeared.

"If Hu Hui takes the throne, who will be the Minister of Rites?"

When the eunuch who delivered the money left Yang Shiqi's house, the atmosphere in the capital became tense.

Jin Youzi was too sick to get up at this moment.

"It's very lively outside."

There was a phlegm sound in Jin Youzi's breath, and his face was slightly red.

"Father, it is only right that you take good care of yourself now and leave the rest alone."

The eldest son, Jin Zhaobo, served soup and medicine at home and was very filial.

The other sons are at home, taking turns staying at the bedside.

Jin Youzi breathed hard and said: "Originally, it was okay just to be a father, but Yang Shiqi also came down. The two positions are fat, so..."

He looked at the roof and gasped: "Come on."

"Father!"

Jin Zhaobo said in surprise: "Father, your illness can still be cured."

Jin Youzi moved his body with difficulty and said, "Go get a pen and paper."

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