Chapter 2566: Martyrdom for the Country

Yan Dajian has spent the past month in a state of panic.

He didn't know how long Fang Xing's people would take to come back from Fujian, and whether they would find out the problems he had when he was an official in Fujian.

He spent the past month like a year.

So he lost weight very quickly.

Colleagues were curious about his weight loss methods, so someone asked, and Yan Dajian said that this was the price of the recent heavy workload and hard work day and night.

As long as a person is busy all day, there is almost no chance of obesity.

So this answer was recognized and attracted a lot of praise.

His Majesty has not yet appointed a candidate for the Minister of Rites, and obviously will not consider Yan Dajian again.

As an acting minister, if he has made contributions during this period, he will naturally be ignored by the new minister.

If he has made mistakes, then I'm sorry, you can't escape your responsibilities.

So this kind of acting is the most unpopular, and the officials who temporarily take over will not work hard, at most they will watch, as long as there is no big trouble, the rest is none of my business.

But Yan Dajian worked diligently in his acting position, and he was not impatient or impatient. He did not give up because of his failure in his career, which made people sigh.

What a sensible person!

But why did His Majesty look down on him?

"Sir."

Yan Dajian walked into the Ministry of Rites, and the officials he met along the way bowed solemnly.

This is a mentality.

From the human mentality, no one wants to have someone above him.

But mentality is mentality, and reality is reality.

So since it cannot be avoided, it must be the best to have a good impression.

Compared with the kind Yan Dajian, God knows what kind of character the next Shangshu will be?

So everyone's sympathy and respect are from the heart.

But Yan Dajian just smiled and bowed in response.

Only he himself knows why he has lost weight.

Life and death are not scary, what is scary is waiting.

Especially the unknown waiting!

The torment has left a bald spot on his head, as if the hair was taken away by a ghost. It's just covered by the hat, so others don't know.

Walking into his duty room, Yan Dajian closed the door, and when he turned around, the smile on his face had disappeared.

"Beast!"

Even though it was only morning, he was still as tired as if he had not slept all night.

He dozed off on the back of his chair. As for official business, he would submit a memorial for instructions on major matters, and the officials below would handle minor matters.

Such a laissez-faire policy satisfied everyone, so Yan Dajian got a good reputation.

But now he is anxious every day, but he doesn't show it in front of others.

He leaned back on the chair quietly, opened his eyes when someone knocked on the door, then took a deep breath, squeezed out a kind smile, and said, "Come in."

"Sir..."

The morning passed quickly, and after Yan Dajian finished his work, he walked out the door, feeling like he was reborn.

He slowly left the Ministry of Rites and walked to the street. He did not go to any restaurant, but found a roadside stall to sit down and said in a friendly manner: "Give me five pot stickers, and a bowl of mutton soup with some chili."

Someone recognized his official uniform, so the people around him could not help but admire the kindness of a high official who could eat at a roadside stall.

The pot stickers were delicious. Now the pot stickers of the Ming Dynasty have been played with a variety of flavors.

The mutton soup was very rich, with a slight smell of mutton.

Everyone around ate heartily, one mouthful of pot stickers and one mouthful of mutton soup, and soon they were sweating.

A burst of horse hoof sounds came, Yan Dajian turned around and saw a dusty cavalryman rushing towards the imperial city.

"Is this military intelligence?"

"Oh! Could it be that someone from outside the Great Wall is attacking?"

"Nonsense! He came from the south. Does he have to go around to report the news? There are not enough heads to chop off!"

Yan Dajian squinted slightly and watched the cavalry go away, then turned around and continued eating.

After he finished eating slowly, a rider came out from the direction of the imperial city. It was the cavalryman who had just reported the news.

The exhausted cavalryman went out of the city.

Yan Dajian felt relieved and then walked back slowly.

The cavalryman went out of the city and arrived at Fangjiazhuang.

"Where did you come from?"

The servant stopped him. The sergeant dismounted with difficulty and said, "Jiaozhi, we changed people and horses all the way just for a piece of news."

Fang Xing was having lunch. When he arrived at the front yard, he saw the sergeant and asked, "Is there anyone plotting rebellion?"

Jiaozhi was a place of unruly and unruly. If anyone dared to rebel again, Fang Xing felt that the lack of manpower overseas would be enough.

"My Lord, my lady is gone."

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, then looked to the side.

A servant came in and brought warm tea to the sergeant, who took two sips and drank it.

The sound of gulping was still in his ears, and Fang Xing thought of that lady.

She was always a little shy, but she was resolute in doing things.

Fifty years...

The soldier took out a piece of paper from his bosom and said, "The governor of Jiaozhi, Lord Wang, told me that before leaving, my lady said that she would go to Beijing to see you, and also said... she also said that she was sorry for not fulfilling her promise for fifty years..."

Fang Xing took the paper, took a look at it and said, "Take a rest. Fang has a letter here. Please bring it to Lord Wang when you return."

He came back later, handed the letter to the soldier, and asked someone to take him to take a bath and change clothes.

Both Jie Jin and Huang Zhong knew that the little girl was different, but when they saw Fang Xing's expression gloomy, they advised her: "Since she has gone, His Majesty will definitely express her feelings. She has been there before and after her death, so it can be regarded as a tribute to her after her death. "

Fang Xingqiang smiled and said, "I know."

Later he went to the palace to ask for an audience.

He was thinking about that sentence all the way, and after meeting Zhu Zhanji, the first sentence came out of his mouth.

"My dear wife has died for her country."

Zhu Zhanji didn't take his wife's affairs seriously, but Wang Delong said that the local women in Jiaozhi regarded his wife as a god, so he was ready to pursue her.

"Martyred for the country?"

Zhu Zhanji felt that Fang Xing was probably nostalgic, but the word "martyrdom for the country" should not be used indiscriminately.

Fang Xing said: "After my wife killed her husband, I rescued her and told her that she would work for the Ming Dynasty for fifty years to forgive her sin. Then she worked hard. Wang Delong said that she was simply exhausted..."

Zhu Zhanji frowned and said, "Officials in Guangxi and Yunnan are quite critical of my wife, saying that the superiority of men to women is gradually being subverted in both places."

"That was just for a moment."

Fang Xing could not talk to Zhu Zhanji about liberating women and equality between men and women, otherwise Zhu Zhanji would probably think that he was possessed.

"Moreover, I have made an indelible contribution to the stability of Jiaozhi in the Ming Dynasty. Your Majesty, her achievements will be passed down through the ages, and may even become a legend in Jiaozhi and other places..."

"Legendary..."

Zhu Zhanji looked at Fang Xing and suddenly asked: "You said you wanted to be a legend of the Ming Dynasty back then. Do you still think so now?"

Fang Xing said seriously: "Yes, I have always wanted to become a legend of the Ming Dynasty, preferably one that will last forever, but I guess it will take another three hundred years."

Zhu Zhanji asked: "Why does it take three hundred years?"

Fang Xing said: "Because after I die, Confucianism will definitely still be at the forefront of the court, and science and Confucianism will still be at odds among the people. Therefore, my reputation after my death will definitely be mixed, and it will take three hundred years for it to slowly change." Correct it."

Zhu Zhanji said with satisfaction: "I am very pleased to see that you have a clear understanding of this."

Fang Xing said: "Confucianism has been spreading across the Central Plains for many years. From the court to the countryside, it is almost a god-like existence. I never thought that science could leapfrog it in just a few decades, and this is not appropriate, because science The foundation is not solid.”

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