Chapter 2541: Are You Worthy of Being a Human Being?

The news that Jin Youzi was begging to become an official immediately detonated the official circles in the capital.

It’s not just two official vacancies, it’s many.

When Hu Xi was staring at one of the positions, Yan Dajian was staring at the position of his Minister of Rites, and the right minister was staring at Yan Dajian's position, and the officials below were staring at the position of the right minister...

It's a domino-like chain reaction.

When the front moves, everything that follows will follow.

So why is airborne parachute taboo in official circles?

Originally, everyone was waiting to sit in a row and divide the fruits so that everyone could take a step forward, but the opportunity was lost because of the airborne landing.

How many people will this offend!

And Fang Xing was preparing to cut off Yan Dajian's dream.

"Uncle, there is nothing wrong with Yan Dajian!"

Huang Zhong felt that Yan Dajian had no grudges against the Fang family, and he worked conscientiously, so why did he do it to him?

"I can't stand it."

"Can't stand it?"

Huang Zhong felt that Fang Xing was joking.

If nothing else, that would be the future Minister of Rites of the Ming Dynasty.

If you can't stand him playing around like a child, why do you want to tease him?

Huang Zhong said dumbfounded: "Uncle, you should think about this matter again."

"That's all."

Fang Xing couldn't explain why he hated Yan Dajian.

An Lun?

An Lun has always been wary of Yan Dajian, and Dongchang has been staring at Yan Dajian and his son for a long time.

Why does An Lun stare stubbornly at Yan Dajian and his son?

Fang Xing felt that there might be something unknown in this.

And Fang Xing doesn't need to worry about these.

"In another year, Tudou will be able to learn martial arts, but before that, I hope everyone can remember him as his father."

After all, Fang Xing still refused to let his child work alone, but Yan Dajian became the cannon fodder for the Fang family to establish their authority.

"Who is the other person most likely to be?"

Huang Zhong was thinking about this official transfer, as well as the candidate for the Minister of Household Affairs and so on.

…

The seventh year of Xuande was an ominous year.

Since the beginning of the year, veterans of the imperial dynasty have fallen one after another.

The first one to go was Xia Yuanji.

Zhu Zhanji was really sad and stopped going to court for three days.

Fang Xing went to Xia's house.

In the vast whiteness, he stood in front of the soul, thinking about his interactions with Xia Yuanji over the years.

Xia Xuan came over after saluting, and Fang Xing asked, "Is there anything wrong at home?"

Xia Xuan said, "Thank you, Uncle Xinghe. Everything is in order at home."

This group of old ministers are all ministers of the country, and they will never be seen again.

The subsequent ministers became even more miserable.

Fang Xing didn't know why troubled times could breed countless heroes, but prosperous times could only breed worms.

He said to Xia Xuan: "The merits of respecting my father are unparalleled. You do it so well that everyone is watching."

Xia Xuan is different from Xia Yuanji. He prefers martial arts, but most of them are just talks on paper.

Zhu Zhanji has already made a decree to make Xia Xuan the Shangbao Sicheng. This means that he will mourn and honor his descendants after his death.

After leaving Xia Mansion, Xu Jingchang happened to come to pay homage.

"Dehua, wait a minute, brother, let's drink together later."

Xu Jingchang went in and went through the procedure without any sadness at all. When he came out, everyone in the Xia Mansion had dull faces and no respect.

After a generation of glory, most of the younger generations will gradually become mediocre and disappear from the public.

Xu Jingchang and Fang Xingxing arrived at Shenxianju.

Xu Jingchang has also become a bit old, and drinking is not as refreshing as before. He just drinks slowly and in small sips.

"Dehua, seeing you young, I envy you, brother!"

Xu Jingchang also talked a lot more.

"The street in Duke Dingguo's mansion is called Dingfu Street. What could it be? Now there are three vacancies. Brother, I was just making suggestions, but your Majesty sent someone to scold me. Really, no one can guard against me, right?"

Xu Jingchang looked at Fang Xing eagerly, wanting to get some comfort or help.

"Why do you want to interfere in this matter?"

Fang Xing looked at him calmly, feeling that this guy was acting more and more carelessly.

"That's not something you should get involved in, let alone you. My uncle-in-law has been closed to all guests for the past few days in order not to disturb this muddy water, but you couldn't wait to jump in. This He’s looking for death!”

Fang Xing felt that Xu Jingchang shouldn't be so unwise, so he spoke in a more serious tone.

Xu Jingchang took a sip of wine and said with blank eyes, "Brother doesn't think he has a few more years to live."

Fang Xing stared at him, looked him over and said, "If you drink less and play with women less, I guarantee you can live another twenty years."

Xu Jingchang looked at him quietly. Just when Fang Xing thought he would follow his advice, Xu Jingchang sighed.

This is a sigh of regret.

It was also a sigh of contentment.

He raised the wine glass and carefully watched the green lines winding on the wine glass, just like his way of survival for many years.

I just live on my knees.

He moved his eyes away from the wine glass and looked at Fang Xing.

His serious look seemed to have broken some avenue.

"But if you don't drink and don't play with women, then what's the point of being alive?"

Fang Xing was shocked, but found that he was unable to refute Xu Jingchang's point of view.

Everyone has different goals in life, most of them are just to "live". He was busy in order to live and for his children and grandchildren, and it was not until he was dying that he began to summarize his life.

If there is no theory of cultivating the afterlife, will there be a negative attitude towards life?

After dinner, he stayed at Shenxianju to talk to Mochou and his son.

Huanhuan was getting older, and Fang Xing was ready to take a look at the situation and throw him into the academy.

Mochou was a little worried about the child's ability to take care of himself.

"You don't go to the main house, but the children can usually go there to rest and eat. They will come back after school in the afternoon."

This would take into account Mochou's desire not to disturb Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai, and also make it easier for Fang Xing to teach his children.

Mochou smiled: "Well, that's good too."

She always felt that she was redundant and had robbed Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai of their things, so she didn't want to go to the main house, which would make her feel that she was pushing too far.

Fang Xing stood up and prepared to go back.

"Go back often."

He gave final instructions.

Mochou nodded in agreement, but didn't know if he would put it into practice.

When they arrived at the door, Mochou asked in a low voice: "Master, they said that the whole capital is making a fuss over those official positions, and there will be bloodshed if not done. You..."

"I didn't interfere!"

Fang Xing opened his eyes and told lies, but he was very confident.

After leaving the Immortal Residence, Fang Xing asked, "Did Yan Dajian still not run away?"

In recent days, all the hopefuls have been running away. Even Hu Hui, who has always seemed a bit aloof from official circles, went to Fang's house, which shows how fierce the competition is.

The official position of Minister of Rites is obviously worthy of seeking connections.

Zhu Zhanji would observe the officials, but he would also ask the officials about the matter.

This was the largest official transfer during the Xuande period. If you miss this opportunity, the stable government in the future will make everything become a procedure, which is boring and difficult to find loopholes.

Veterans will gradually withdraw from the stage, who will take the stage?

"Master, Yan Dajian went to find Yang Rong earlier."

…

"Eunuch, Yan Dajian just went to see Yang Rong."

An Lun lowered his head slightly, as if he was taking a nap.

There are bursts of sandalwood in the room, but the smell is a bit stronger and a bit stuffy.

An Lun sat on the chair, slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and asked: "How long?"

The visitor reported, "One stick of incense is more."

An Lun reached out and picked up a stick of sandalwood on the table and said, "Stare at him."

After the visitor left, An Lun sneered and said, "Do you also want to be a minister? You're such a heartless piece of shit, do you deserve to be a human being?"

The slender sandalwood was broken, then bounced up and landed on the table.