Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1192 He is alive!

   This idea suddenly appeared.

  Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat.

  Before, he had never believed this fact.

   Now, looking at this huge team, countless people are wearing auspicious clothes, and everyone has a sad look on their faces.

   Shengjia quickly passed through the royal road.

  Besides, many civil and military ministers, all bowed their heads.

I have to say that although Fang Jifan is not a good dog, his father Fang Jinglong is still an honest and upright person, with many martial arts. When he missed some of the old days, he couldn't help crying. He had to be supported by others Walking, staggering.

  Many civil servants also lamented that they didn't have much contact with Xinjin County King, but Xinjin County King is worthy of their admiration.

  People sighed and sighed with emotion.

   Several disciples of Fang Jifan were also in the queue.

  Wang Shouren and the others had tears in their eyes. They followed Fang Jifan step by step, and couldn't help but lose their voices.

  Fang Jifan's footsteps are getting slower and slower, and he feels that the world in front of him is also slowing down.

   People...turned out to be dead.

  When you die, you have nothing, everything is gone, and what is left is nothing but a thought for your loved ones.

   It's just this thought, it's too much.

  Countless memories poured into my heart like a revolving lantern.

   "My son is handsome!"

   "Jifan, I have a bold idea for my father."

   "Son, don't be afraid..."

  Fang Jifan tilted his head, his eyelashes couldn't help but close, and when he opened them, the eyelashes were already soaked.

  Fang Jifan cried.

  At this moment, a hand stretched out and grabbed Fang Jifan.

  Zhu Houzhao walked side by side with him, and opened his mouth to say something happy, but found that there was... a stick in his throat.

  He sighed, and kept patting Fang Jifan's shoulder.

   "We will have revenge." After a long time, Zhu Houzhao choked out a sentence.

   Seeing that Fang Jifan didn't respond, he just staggered, covering his face and crying.

  Zhu Houzhao tilted his head, not knowing what to say, blushing, and asked after a long time: "Old Fang, are you hungry?"

   Walking behind Zhu Houzhao was Xie Qian, a cabinet scholar. Xie Qian felt emotional, and couldn't help thinking, this Qi Guogong, it seems, still has a heart and lungs, and he also has sad moments. It's a pity, a pity.

   Waiting to hear Zhu Houzhao say, are you hungry...

  Xie Qian: "..."

   Now, it's Xie Qian's turn to doubt life, and he suddenly feels even more sad, our ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, open your eyes and look at the current prince...

  Countless guards, from Daming Gate to Taimiao, one post at three steps and one sentry at five steps, extending to the end of the Imperial Road.

  British public Zhang Mao has already arrived at the Taimiao, waiting for the holy driver.

  As soon as the holy driver arrived, he brought all the officials to pick him up, saluted the slumped Emperor Hongzhi, and led him to the hall of enjoyment.

  In this hall of enjoyment, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty are displayed.

Emperor Hongzhi saluted his ancestors, bowed three times, prayed, and burned incense. Looking at the dazzling array of gods, Emperor Hongzhi felt a little sad in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the curling green smoke in the hall. I don't feel crazy.

  The Han family was unfortunate, surrounded by tigers and wolves.

  Emperor Gao, the Taizu, assisted in the righteousness, so he expelled the Tartars, the world returned to his heart, the sun and the moon reappeared, and the rivers and mountains were rebuilt.

Since then, the descendants of successive dynasties, either bright or dark, or not, until I inherited the great unification, now, one hundred and forty years have passed, and Emperor Hongzhi thought of this, and he couldn't help thinking, one hundred and forty years, the sun and the moon are covered with dust, these dusts , I will definitely clean it up so that my ancestors will not be ashamed.

  He was wearing a crown suit, and he moved clumsily. After another salute, he led all the officials to the East Side Hall. In the East Side Hall, the incense was burning, and Emperor Hongzhi's gaze fell on Fang Jinglong's seat.

   Above the altar is Fang Jinglong's portrait.

  He looked up, feeling sad from his heart.

   We are all getting old.

   But the king of Xinjin County, his loyal soul has already passed away, and he must be listed among the ancestors' heroic spirits.

  The ceremonial officer began to recite the sacrificial oration.

  Every word and sentence in the sacrificial text is word for word, and has been approved by the Imperial Academy, the cabinet, and even the emperor himself.

   This kind of word-picking behavior cannot tolerate any mistakes. What kind of honor, what kind of credit has been made, and the relationship with the royal family are closely related to the sacrificial oration.

Fang Jifan had been led by the eunuchs, and arrived at his place. Emperor Hongzhi heard Fang Jifan's cry, and his heart felt like a lump in his throat. The sacrificial oration was lengthy, and the ceremony officials recited it slowly. It's just that there are endless thoughts and countless sorrows in my heart.

  Outside the Dongpei Hall, all the officials stood with their hands down.

   Before it was time for them to sacrifice, they couldn't help whispering to each other.

   Death is the greatest.

  At this time...People talked about the Xinjin County King in low voices, and they couldn't help feeling: "The County King has made great contributions to the court, he is neither arrogant nor rash, and he is an outstanding person. It is like the rebirth of Wu Mu and the reincarnation of Wu Ning."

   "Just now I saw the Duke of Qi crying and mourning. Now that I think about it carefully, the Duke of Qi's pain of losing his father is extremely painful. This child is still filial."

   "Duke Qi is just irritable, not heinous. If he hadn't suffered from brain disease, he would not be like this. I think he is quite kind when he is not ill."

   "Didn't I hear that he was only kind when he was ill?"

   "The matter of brain disease is really mysterious. Even the medical school has only a half-knowledge, I wait... don't you know?"

   "Hey, look at Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu is also distraught, and almost fainted just now."

   "It's only natural...I heard...his son Liu Jie is still alive and dead. Poor, I'm afraid of white-haired people and sending them to black-haired people."

  Everyone sighed, and some people couldn't help but be infected by the desolate atmosphere, their eyes blinked and tears came out.

  Especially the veterans, these people who have reached the age of seventy, thinking about the people around them, leaving one by one, can't help but feel sad.

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the other side.

  Liu Jian was so sad that he couldn't help himself, the **** was busy helping him, Liu Jian and Li Dongyang couldn't help but feel worried.

  Since the bad news came, Liu Gong's health has been getting worse and worse. Fortunately, he is still strong. If not, he might not be able to bear it long ago.

Li Dongyang just sighed and sighed, thinking that the three cabinet bachelors back then are all over the age of seventy, at the age of knowing their destiny, full of ambition when they were young, proud of their youth, and even in their late twilight, they were still able to enter the cabinet and pay homage to their ministers. Such a life , how perfect, but now...

   Li Dongyang shed tears in grief.

  Xie Qian was still stable, tucked Li Dongyang's big sleeves, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Liu is very sad. As the leader of all officials, he should be cautious."

  Li Dongyang realized something: "I just lamented the king of Xinjin County... Hey, the Fang family left two more alone."

  Xie Qian couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and said in a low voice: "Yes, it's a pity that the king of Xinjin County has not yet competed in his career, but Qi Guogong..."

  ...

   Just as he was talking, there was a commotion outside the Taimiao.

   This place has long been guarded by Jinwu Guards on the inner and outer floors, and there are also low-level civil and military officials waiting here.

  But at this time, a letter from the General Administration Department came.

   It was the Chief Secretary of the General Administration who reported.

  This official wants to enter the Taimiao.

   Naturally, it was intercepted.

  The hall official is going crazy: "I want to see you immediately, no, even if it is an urgent report to the Taimiao, it will be in the hands of the princes, it's terrible, it's terrible."

  Where does the guard take care of him.

   It is a big matter, the sacrifice is important, and it is not a joke to collide with the sacrifice. What kind of occasion is there, how can we allow random people to rush in.

   Fortunately, a Hanlin came out and said: "You might as well give me the report, and I will send it in."

  He received the bulletin like a parchment and hurried into the Taimiao. He hurried through the officials and met Liu Jian, Li Dongyang and others.

  So, he hurriedly stepped forward, quietly sent the report to Li Dongyang, and then whispered a few words.

   Li Dongyang frowned, why is the General Secretary so unruly.

  He looked like a person who had nothing to do, holding the scroll, and then gently spread it on the palm of his hand, and glanced at it.

   This look...

  Li Dongyang shuddered all over.

  Damn it...

  He was in a daze.

   It was just a sudden, at a loss.

   I have spent most of my life in the ups and downs of the fantasy sea, but I have never encountered such a thing.

   All of a sudden, his face fell quickly, and he subconsciously made a sound: "Ah..."

  No one paid attention to Li Dongyang's abnormality.

   But Li Dongyang couldn't stand anymore, he hurried forward a few steps, and gently shook Liu Jian who was supported by the eunuch.

  Liu Jian was in pain, looking back with difficulty.

   Li Dongyang then tiptoedly stuffed the scroll into Liu Jian's hand.

  Liu Jian slowly raised his hand and opened the scroll.

   This look...

  He was dumbfounded.

  If struck by lightning.

  A tear-ridden face suddenly became funny.

  He seemed to think he was wrong.

  So, he hurriedly wiped away the old tears in his eyes, and looked intently.

  Looking at it... my body shivered again.

  Standing aside, supporting Liu Jian's eunuch, he secretly glanced at the scroll, opened his mouth to scream as if he had seen a ghost, but Li Dongyang covered him with quick eyesight and quick hands.

   At this time, the two cabinet ministers who usually boasted that they were prudent, were all dumbfounded.

   You look at me, I look at you.

   After a long time, Liu Jian said in a low voice: "Why is he alive again? Is this news...reliable?"

   "Why is it unreliable? It was sent by Huang Jinzhou. I don't know why he suddenly came back to life. Mr. Liu, what's the matter now?"

   "Naihe...Naihe..." Liu Jian didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he suddenly said, "Where is my son, where is my son..."

  He only glanced at the scroll and didn't see the real thing. He only knew that someone was alive. He was shocked at the time and didn't care to continue reading.

   With trembling hands, he continued to pick up the scroll, but what was said later was that although Xinjin had suffered heavy losses and suffered many casualties, thanks to the rescue of medical students, there were countless survivors.

   Countless living people...

  In this way...my son's chances of survival have greatly increased.

  God sorry to see you...

  Liu Jian couldn't help it again, tears poured down his face, he held the scroll tightly.

  But found that Li Dongyang was looking at him anxiously.

  Liu Jian clearly realized that now is not the time to be happy, what should we do about this matter now?

  (end of this chapter)