Chapter 2562 Are You Afraid?

Zhu Zhanji's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand gently tapped the armrest.

A cicada screamed desperately outside, as if it never tired.

Just like the Ming Emperor...

The emperor in his prime was silent when he learned of the death of his nephew.

There was already moisture on An Lun's back, but he never thought that the emperor would feel guilty or troubled by this.

The emperor is ruthless!

Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly and said: "Sent the imperial doctor to catch up with him and go all the way to sea and then come back."

Yu Jia bowed and agreed, then went out to make arrangements.

Zhu Zhanji watched his back disappear into the sunlight outside the door, suddenly smiled and asked, "What do you want?"

An Lun knelt down without hesitation, and then said in panic: "Your Majesty, this servant is only loyal...and loyal."

Zhu Zhanji looked down at him slightly, and asked again sarcastically: "What exactly do you want to write?"

An Lun just kowtowed.

There was a sound of forehead tapping against the floor tiles in my ears, but it was not clear.

Zhu Zhanji sighed slightly: "Uncle Xinghe told me back then that people have purpose, the purpose of living. Some people like money, some people like power, some people like beauty, some people like food... What do you like? "

An Lun could only kowtow.

No matter what he said about loyalty at this moment, it was all in vain and trying to cover up.

Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while, and when An Lun's forehead was covered with bruises, he said calmly: "Go ahead."

An Lun stood up, his body shaking a little.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked: "You openly clashed with Xing Hebo several times, but secretly helped him many times. Why?"

An Lun's body stood upright and swayed. He felt a little dizzy, but he still maintained a trace of wakefulness.

"Your Majesty, slave..."

The severe pain caused by kowtowing did not make him cry before, but now tears filled his eyes and fell down.

Zhu Zhanji watched the tears fall coldly, without any emotion at all.

"Your Majesty, when I was in Jinling, I interacted with Xing and Uncle several times on official business. Xing and Uncle were on good terms. I thought I could have many friends in the future. Who would have thought that Tian's grace suddenly fell and Your Majesty showed my favor. I actually went to Beijing and then went to Dongdong. factory."

Zhu Zhanji asked sarcastically: "Then what are you worried about?"

An Lun wiped his tears and said: "Your Majesty, Uncle Xinghe is an important minister of your Majesty. I know very well that although the position of director of the Dongchang Factory is prestigious, it is also risky..."

Zhu Zhanji said expressionlessly: "You haven't made many mistakes in the past few years in Dongchang, but you can't escape the use of public tools for private use. Tell me, what grudge does Yan Dajian have against you?"

An Lun did not expect that the emperor even knew that he sent people to keep an eye on Yan Dajian. He choked and said: "Your Majesty, when I was still at home, my family was bullied by the Yan family. After I became the factory supervisor, I became a little... …”

"Something?"

Zhu Zhanji picked up the teacup and took a sip, then gently put the teacup down.

The tea cup touched the table and made a slight sound, but An Lun was frightened.

He raised his head and said in panic: "Your Majesty, I will retaliate. I only want to make Yan Dajian suffer..."

Zhu Zhanji stared into his eyes, his eyes gradually becoming serious, "Next time you dare to play tricks, I will chop you up alive!"

An Lun walked out of the Qianqing Palace almost covered in sweat. The sun outside was very bright, but he still shuddered, and then looked at Song Laoshi who was sweeping in front of him.

Song Laoshi swept the floor very seriously, completely focused.

The broom is sweeping rhythmically, not as heavy as long-term work, but very light.

An Lun was watching all this. He felt that days like this were despair, despair without hope.

How about sweeping the floor day after day, eating and sleeping every day?

An Lun had seen the lives of ordinary people and found it very torturous, and he would definitely not be able to survive it.

"Are you bored?"

he walked over and asked.

Song Laoshi raised his head and looked at him curiously, and said as if he was looking at a fool: "Sweeping the floor will give you food. If you don't sweep the floor, you won't have food, so you have to sweep the floor."

You don’t even understand this, hey! So pitiful. "

An Lun looked at him and said with some confusion: "Eating... you can make money to eat!"

Yu Jia appeared above, looking at the two people below coldly.

Song Laoshi tilted his head, and then gradually frowned, like a child having a conflict. He suddenly took a sip and said, "I can eat meat every day, why should I make money?"

An Lun didn't know what he was thinking, but he blurted out a question: "If you have money, you can have everything. You can have women to accompany you, you can have delicious food, you can have slaves to serve you, you can play everywhere..."

"It's very tiring."

Song Laoshi shook his head and said, "That would be very tiring. I just like sweeping the floor."

An Lun shook his head blankly and walked out with some staggering steps.

Song Laoshi held his broom and watched him go away, and suddenly shouted: "The snacks are the best."

The back figure continued to move forward, then shook its head, and finally disappeared outside the distant door.

"How silly!"

Song Laoshi shook his head, feeling that he had met another fool. Then he proudly touched the oil paper bag in his arms, sniffed, and started sweeping the floor again.

Yu Jia witnessed the whole conversation between fools from above, and then said with a sneer: "Sooner or later, you will die without a burial place!"

He turned around and went in, reporting: "Your Majesty, An Lun just spoke to Song Cheng."

Zhu Zhanji glanced at him, and then continued to read the memorial.

The emperor's affairs are endless. There are new situations in every part of the Ming Dynasty every day. Some are happy events, but most of the things that can be reported are bad things...

So the emperor's eyebrows are often frowned, and wrinkles will appear over time. They start from light and become deep.

And Fang Xing felt that it was not right that he had no wrinkles on his forehead.

Because he met Yan Dajian outside the palace.

The sun was very good. Although it was a little hot, it made people feel alive.

Yan Dajian had two more wrinkles on his forehead, but a month ago, even if he smiled, there would not be a single wrinkle on his face.

He saw Fang Xing coming, then stopped, shook his head with a complicated look.

Fang Xing also saw him, and when he saw him stop, he approached and asked: "Is there something wrong?"

Yan Dajian asked in confusion: "Xinghe Bo, why did you intercept me?"

The so-called interception means that Fang Xing blocked his chance to take over as the Minister of Rites.

The current Ministry of Rites still has no Minister, and Yan Dajian is still in charge.

If it were someone else, they would probably think that he would take over the position of Minister of Rites in no time, but Yan Dajian knew that Fang Xing would not do it without a purpose.

But this is too bullying, isn't it?

Fang Xing touched his smooth forehead and said, "What do you want to say?"

The officials behind Yan Dajian stepped back awkwardly.

"Lord Xinghe, where did I offend you? It's worth you to deal with me so deliberately."

Yan Dajian became unusually sharp at this moment, and the little fear he had of Fang Xing in the past disappeared.

This is a power seeker.

After losing the opportunity to go further, he has regarded Fang Xing as his mortal enemy.

Since it is a mortal enemy, why pretend?

So Yan Dajian's eyes are sinister, as if he is looking at the murderer of his father.

Fang Xing was silent. He did not deliberately conceal his attack on Yan Dajian, and then there were some shocks in various places in the capital.

These shocks all came from Fang Xing's attack on Yan Dajian, and he succeeded.

What loopholes when he was an official in Fujian, these reasons are nothing but clouds in the eyes of those "experts".

Fang Xing wanted to get Yan Dajian, so he did it, and succeeded.

Are you afraid?

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