The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Early the next morning.

Liu Jian came happily.

He is very happy, it seems that he does not have to be on duty today.

Waking up Fang Jifan woke up and scolded in the bedroom as usual. When he saw Liu Jian in the hall, he smiled.

"Liu Gong, how are you, Liu Zhengfei has every opportunity to manage every day, why ... but I have time today ..."

Liu Jian took a sip of the tea and happily drew a decree from his sleeve and placed it on the coffee table: "Please see Qi Guogong."

Fang Jifan took over the imperial edict and said with a smile: "Since it is an imperial edict, why do you need to send Liu Gong personally ... This is very polite."

With a quick glance, it was an edict that ordered Qi Guogong and Yuma Duwei to tour the Beijing camp. Fang Jifan was happy: "Unexpectedly, your majesty treated me like this ..."

"This intention." Liu Jian interrupted Fang Jifan: "Not from His Majesty's hand, do you understand?"

Fang Jifan suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and his face was a bit stiff: "Understood, Your Majesty is really holy, I know that this holy prince is indeed a blessing for us as officials."

Liu Jian smiled: "This intention came out of you Xishan!"

Fang Jifan's face changed slightly, and after thinking about it, he nodded sternly: "I understand, after I was killed, I also said, this is the decree coming out of Xishan!"

Liu Jian said: "Where can it come from Xishan?"

Fang Jifan's eyes turned round and round: "Prince?"

"The old man didn't say that." Liu Jian coughed and continued to drink tea, he said immediately: "In short, this purpose is not from the hands of the deceased room, nor did it pass the cabinet, of course ... no one will really study this, This is just in case. Your Majesty gave you such a will, do you understand what it means? "

Fang Jifan said: "Your Majesty, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable. How can I guess if my husband is a fool?"

Liu Jian smiled and said: "Your Fang Jifan is this mission, and the mission will always need someone to accompany him.

"Yeah." Fang Jifan finally understood why the purpose was fixed, not from the palace.

Of course, as he said, ordinary people really can only open one eye and close one eye. No one will pursue this. When the time comes, they will really get into it, so they have no choice but to let the crown prince down.

Anyway ... Prince's reputation ... Hey, it's hard to say a word.

Fang Jifan finally couldn't tolerate it any longer and sighed: "Your Majesty has a lot of ghost ideas lately. As a courtier, I can't keep up."

Liu Jian was holding the teacup, blowing the tea foam in the teacup, and said lightly: "Your Majesty is the Lord of the Holy Light."

He sighed quietly: "Yesterday the emperor and grandson made such a trouble, he couldn't sleep overnight, he looked forward and backward, afraid of stabbing the horse honeycomb, but he was not reconciled, not reconciled, what was not reconciled, it was this Ming Mingjun Weaknesses in thinking. If you want to think about it, you still have to see it with your own eyes, but you ca n’t do it in a big way. If you want to think about it, you have to make a decision. "

Fang Jifan was moved, blinked, his eyes were not contending, he could not shed tears, just like a crappy traffic star, he issued a howl: "Your Majesty is worried about the country, what a holy thing ..."

Sometimes Liu Jian also served Fang Jifan, why can he always find any angle, and then all kinds of holy wise.

However, although the holy Ming said by Fang Jifan, whether he is sincere or hypocritical, Liu Jian was dull and said quietly: "Yes, the old man can meet such a Mingjun, it is a lucky three lives."

With that in mind, he looked at Fang Jifan with a smile: "You see the old man, although he is a scholar at the cabinet's first and second junior college, and is known as Zaifu, but in this Ming Dynasty, it doesn't look like Quan Qingtian, right? "

Fang Jifan did not know why Liu Jian expressed such emotion.

But nodded.

Throughout the dynasties, people like Liu Jian must have been right for a while, but Liu Jian ... as Jason, there was a sense of existence, but compared with his colleagues and predecessors, it was indeed ... more mediocre.

Liu Jian's eyes are faint: "What is Zaifu? The so-called Zaifu is nothing but Emperor's night pot. If Emperor has ambition, but cherishes his feathers; if Emperor has selfish desires, he wants to satisfy his own ... Then, you will have the right to seduce Zaifu. Although Zaifu has the right to squander, in fact ... but the emperor hides behind the scenes and manipulates it. The so-called Chaoye is spread all over the party, the so-called North Korea thing, in a word The essence of the decision is the connivance of the emperor. Only by the hand of Zaifu, without having to pollute his own hands ... What kind of emperor there is, what kind of courtier there is, how lucky the old man is, sire Regarding the old man as a heart, but he will never let the old man be the minister of power. So far ... the old man's reputation ... is acceptable. Whenever I think about it, the old man's heart is filled with gratitude. "

Fang Jifan looked at Liu Jian with vigilance: "I don't quite understand Liu Gong's words, not to mention ... these words should not be said by the courtiers, Liu Gong is still cautious."

Old Liu, do you really think our Fang Jifan is the second? In this case, I discuss with you, who knows if it is a trap?

Liu Jian said with a smile: "Are you afraid that there is ears next to the wall. The old man just said it was the mind technique of the emperors. If he listened to it, although the old man didn't have a stomach, he could use it as a helper to say these words. Not right, is it? "

Fang Jifan said: "What are you talking about?"

Liu Jian also served Fang Jifan, this guy looked at himself with a naive look, and really treated himself like a brain.

Liu Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just come to the point, the old man said this, just to tell you, the old man has a son of Liu Jie, and the Liu family continues the incense, and they all rely on him. He can't be in trouble. I thought the old man was cautious on weekdays, so he couldn't treat you like that. The clay figurine still had a three-point fire, and the old man put you out! "

Fang Jifan is speechless, the circle of Liu Gong is too big, as for this?

Seeing Liu Jian's eyes spitting fire, he seemed to be looking at himself, Fang Jifan said immediately: "Quiet, anger, Liu Jie is still alive."

"Alive?" Liu Jian surprised: "Huh?"

"Yeah." Fang Jifan said: "Every letter is sent."

Liu Jian suddenly burst into enthusiasm and grabbed Fang Jifan's sleeve: "What about it?"

"It ’s for me, it ’s written by the teacher, but it ’s not for Liu Gong. I ca n’t read it."

Liu Jian was anxious: "Okay, Fang Jifan ..."

Fang Jifan smiled bitterly: "Give it, but ..." Fang Jifan extended his hand.

"doing what?"

Fang Jifan Zhenzhen said with words: "This letter is a clipper, and it took half a year to spend more than half a year before it was brought back. Of course, it was postage, fifty-two silver, no negotiation."

Liu Jian: "..."

"The old man didn't bring it."

Fang Jifanle said: "It doesn't matter, you can borrow, Xishan Bank, launched a small loan ..."

Liu Jian roared: "Take it, you can't take it, don't take it, don't take it ..." Liu Jian raised his hand, but soon, he regained his reason and put his hand down: "The old man was killed here."

Liu Gong's character is very problematic.

Fang Jifan was helpless.

After taking the letter, Liu Jian took it, and what made him heart-wrenching was that, indeed, the envelope was written by Shi Gong Fang Ji Ji Fan Kai, Tu Sun Tuo Shu.

Liu Jian took out the letterhead tremblingly, and suddenly the tears could not stop, and it fell down.

Fang Jifan stood beside Liu Jian and looked at it, but he couldn't help moving.

When they arrived at the Cape of Good Hope, they encountered a storm and the ship was badly damaged, so they had to go ashore to repair it. So, they contracted a disease suspected of malaria. Liu Jie lost two companions, and finally ... survived.

Finally they arrived at Golden Continent.

Lu Guogong's Jinglong, on a fertile land, set up Lu Guogong's line, and ordered people to build a city. This city ... named ... Xijing. This is the emperor's will, imitating the Nanjing system, first build a The organization came to manage the Golden Continent.

Liu Jie and these people immediately started to assist the military palace, where they built a simple hut to teach people to read. Either from a doctor, search for new herbs nearby; or from the army, in the army, as a civil servant; or, try to contact the natives, pry into the military situation of the natives, and study the geography.

And countless military households began to arrive one after another, and it became lively there, but in the beginning, the conditions were the worst ...

What Liu Jie did was to lead the horses, go deep into the hinterland, and spy on the geography and local humanities. To find out about the natives nearby and the scale of the natives, even ... you also need to find out if there is a Franco robot nearby. Activity, he traveled through countless forests, encountered countless poisonous snakes and fierce beasts ...

Thankfully, he is still alive.

Except for a small amputated head, which was broken by falling stones and caused an infection, one had to amputate a hand bone immediately to prevent the infection from spreading.

Liu Jian looked, his eyes were red, and his tears fell down, hitting the letterhead.

He shivered, carefully folded the letterhead, wiped tears, and sat down in silence.

Fang Jifan said: "Liu Jieji people have their own physiognomy ~ www.readwn.com ~ Don't you think he is still alive and well now? Liu Gong, don't be surprised. The boys are aspiring, Liu Gong should be happy."

Liu Jian took a deep breath: "Everyone knows the truth, spring and autumn are righteous, and you need to teach the old man to follow him? But the old man doesn't understand if he wants to break his head, why is it that you alone do nothing here."

Fang Jifan: "..."

This is a little insulting. Without our side Jifan, can your son go to Golden Isles and pursue poetry and distance? You can't dismantle the bridge when you cross the river.

Of course, Fang Jifan understood Liu Jian's feelings as a father, he sighed: "Liu Gong, should we go to the camp?"

Liu Jian sighed: "Don't go to your heart, the old man doesn't mean to blame, but ... It's okay, let's look in front of your eyes, Your Majesty ... It's out of the palace, we're waiting for you.

Fang Jifan nodded.

………………

go to bed.