Daming: You are really my eldest son

Chapter 122 There is no second person

"He, how dare he?"

In Zhongshu Province, Hu Weiyong tore the miscellaneous newspapers in his hand into pieces in the East Wing where there was no direct sunlight at all times. The anger made the right prime minister's chest heave and heave, and under his gloomy face, the veins in his tightly clenched hands were exposed.

I have obviously knelt down in front of so many people at the gate of King Yong's Mansion for so long, although the power of Lianzhan did not ask Zhu Yuanzhang to let him go, but he can't catch himself.

Although he didn't mention his name, this "Selling Straight Lun" almost pointed at Hu Weiyong's nose to recognize him.

Hu Weiyong was so angry that it was entirely because of his temperament.

The one who was really uncomfortable was Chen Ning, who was on duty in the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

If it was just an allusion to Hu Weiyong, then to Chen Ning, it was really a name.

"Those officials who are responsible for inspecting the discipline should uphold the discipline and put the people first, correct the bias of the emperor, and eradicate the corruption of officials.

Now, he takes it as his own responsibility to hijack the imperial power, regards the clan as a scourge, does not strive for the same unity, and only cares about gaining the reputation of the Qing Dynasty. Why is the stool under my buttocks..."

Yep, it's that straightforward.

After all, the cultural level of the editor-in-chief of this miscellaneous newspaper is only limited to basic education, and in addition, it is intended to be understood by ordinary people, so there are few places in the writing that insist on words.

Zhu Ji did not deny the significance of Yushitai's existence, and even used extremely straightforward words to exalt the positive role of Yushitai to the entire Ming Dynasty.

"Daming is a sky-reaching mansion under construction. The imperial family is like beams and pillars, and the people are like bricks and tiles. Civil and military officials are made of nails, mortar, swim bladder, or mortise and tenon joints.

Yushitai is the yardstick to ensure that the building can go straight up, and it is the cardinal that integrates all materials and works together to make progress.It is necessary to ensure that the beams and columns are horizontal and vertical at all times. It is also necessary to ensure that the nail hoops will not loosen, the mortar will not be confused, the swim bladder will not be sticky, and the mortise and tenon will not loosen.

If you only focus on one place, you will end up seeing him building a tall building, seeing him entertaining guests, and seeing his building collapse. "

This big hat full of affirmation and praise, even though Chen Ning thought he had a stiff neck and straight spine, still dared not wear it on his head.

I do not deserve?
Then I go?
This world-famous cruel official now has only these two thoughts.

But if you really want to pick someone up, Zhu Yuanzhang will not say whether he agrees or not. How should the people who have read this miscellaneous newspaper think of him?
Wouldn't it be true that Chen Ning didn't do any serious business at the second-in-command of the Yushitai before, and he just made trouble with the emperor, so that he committed the crime in Zhu Ji's hands, and was stunned by a prince who had not yet reached the crown? Scolded to resign.

It is impossible to resign, and it is impossible to resign in this life.

But it's not too late to make up for it, Chen Ning first decided to draw a line with Hu Weiyong, the old Beibi who was destined to fight with Zhu Ji.

No matter how noisy Hu Weiyong is in the future, he will never follow suit.Since people in the world have already called him a cruel official, from now on, he will be a real cruel official. In the three-acre land of Yushitai, Chen Ning vows to be a model worker here.

If he knew that this decision had already changed his life, Chen Ning would definitely be grateful to His Royal Highness King Yong who scolded him through the miscellaneous newspapers.

Compared with these two, Song Lian's reaction was much calmer.

It's not that he forgot about Zhu Ji's enmity that made him faint with anger, that point of quarrel was not enough for this old minister who had experienced ups and downs, so much that even Zhu Ji's name couldn't bear it. Can't hear.

Ever since he got this miscellaneous newspaper that caused a sensation in the capital, Song Lian's thoughts have been devoted to the vernacular that he thinks has no knowledge at all.

But the more he looked at Song Lian, the more dignified his face became.

He has always regarded Zhu Ji as the prince's confidant.

But this sense of crisis mainly comes from Zhu Ji's identity.

Even if he pressed Hu Weiyong every step of the way in the matter of setting up the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, even if he was stunned by the plain clothes and kneeling on the grave, Song Lian always believed that the eldest prince might be a little clever, but he definitely didn't have great wisdom in governing the country. .

But now Song Lian felt that he had misjudged himself.

Just because of Zhu Ji's clear understanding of the relationship between the officials and the people of the Ming Dynasty, and against the objective and pertinent praise and criticism from Yushitai, once this great prince ascends to the throne, he may not be able to be a Mingjun, but he will definitely be a hero.

Song Lian, who was in a heavy mood suddenly, heard the creaking sound of the door opening, and thought it was the handyman who brought tea for him again, and ordered without raising his head:

"There is no need to serve tea today, the old man has some things that need to be meditated on."

Just when Song Lian was about to continue pondering other contents of this miscellaneous newspaper, Zhu Biao's gentle and respectful greeting came from his ear:

"Teacher is not in good health, why do you work so hard. There is nothing important to do in Wenhua Palace today, so you might as well go home and have a good rest."

Looking up to meet Zhu Biao's inaction gaze, Song Lian's frown suddenly relaxed.Such a disciple who sincerely cares about himself is worthy of his dedication and devotion.

Putting the miscellaneous newspapers at hand on the table, Song Lian got up and bowed to Zhu Biao, and then said with great air:
"The old minister thanked His Highness the Crown Prince for his concern. Some minor problems are not worth mentioning. But since His Highness is here, the old minister has some heartfelt words that I want to share with His Highness."

Raising his hand to let Zhu Biao take the main seat, Song Lian pointed sideways to the miscellaneous newspaper that had just been put down on the table, and continued quite seriously:

"This is a miscellaneous newspaper created by His Highness King Yong himself. Your Highness may wish to read it carefully."

Zhu Biao felt that he had auditory hallucinations in his ears.

Is the threshold for running a magazine so low now?How can he not know the education level of his elder brother?That's a master who needs to ask himself for help when he speaks allusions. Can he run a newspaper?

He wanted to say that the joke was not funny, but seeing Song Lian's serious expression, he put away his inner joy and picked up the paper on the table.

Facts have proved that the essence of human beings is the repeater.

In the wing room of the Wenhua Palace, Zhu Biao repeated all the reactions of the idlers at the gate of the Armed Forces Academy in the morning, including but not limited to expressions, movements, and psychological activities.

However, unlike those idlers, after reading the entire "Selling Straight Lun", he was absolutely convinced that it was written by Zhu Ji.In the whole world, there is no second person with such courage, such far-sighted vision and such bad writing.

Putting down the miscellaneous newspapers, Zhu Biao took a deep breath, and facing Song Lian's probing eyes, he nodded vigorously, and said in an extremely sure voice:
"It is indeed the handwriting of big brother."

"I know the teacher still wants to tell me about the big brother's threat to the reserve, and I know it's all for my own good, but the disciple still says that, for me now, it's enough to do my job well, the teacher must not So it’s extravagant.”

The implication is to dissuade Song Lian from deliberately targeting Zhu Ji for his own sake.

Zhu Biao's answer was within Song Lian's expectation, but it still disappointed the old Confucian after all.

(End of this chapter)