Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1193 You don’t even believe it

  Liu Jian and Li Dongyang stared wide-eyed.

   After being silent for a long time, Liu Jian said: "Is there any evidence for this matter in ancient times?"

   This is to ask Li Dongyang, did similar things happen in ancient times.

  Confucian officials pay great attention to historical experience.

   Now this matter is too speechless. If you think about it carefully, how to deal with it must have a basis.

  Li Dongyang shook his head: "No."

  Yeah, the resurrection thing...

   "However..." Li Dongyang thought about it: "There is one thing, which is similar."

   "Huh?" Liu Jian was a little confused.

  He wants to go back and look through the book.

Li Dongyang pondered for a while: "During the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Li Ling was ordered to attack the Huns. Unfortunately, he was defeated and besieged. At that time, the news reached Chang'an. With the heart of serving the country, he will definitely serve the country with death, and will never be greedy for life and fear death. Therefore, everyone thought that he died in battle, and the emperor even personally issued a decree to comfort his family. Later... I found out that Li Ling is still alive..."

  Liu Jian was silent.

  He felt that Li Dongyang was here to add to the chaos.

  He knows this allusion.

  Later everyone discovered that Li Ling was still alive, and he had surrendered to the Huns.

   Ever since, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was furious, and the Li Ling clan was destroyed.

  Those who vowed to defend Li Ling were all convicted.

  Now what everyone is talking about is that Fang Jinglong came back from the dead, what are you talking about about Li Ling?

   "What should we do now?" Liu Jian interrupted the allusion wisely and continued to ask.

  He knew that Li Dongyang was resourceful.

   Li Dongyang pondered for a long time, then shook his head.

   "Hey..." Liu Jian couldn't help laughing bitterly: "How did you survive?"

  Everyone has accepted that you are dead. After doing so much preparation for your death, you are suddenly alive. Are you worthy of the hard work of so many ministers?

  Of course, the idea was fleeting.

   After a moment of silence, Liu Jian said: "It's good to live, it's good to live."

  He immediately said: "It is reasonable to go to see His Majesty. For such an important matter, you should ask His Majesty to judge."

   "But now, rushing into the East Side Hall rashly, I'm afraid..."

   "What time is it, it's time to act urgently."

  Li Dongyang thinks it is reasonable, yes, he has already reached this point, so it is wrong to make mistakes?

  He and Liu Jian winked, and the two hurried towards the East Side Hall.

   This frightened the other eunuchs and imperial guards, someone whispered: "Grand Liu, don't be disrespectful, don't be disrespectful."

   But who would dare to stop the Cabinet Shoufu University Bachelor and the Cabinet University Bachelor.

  The two of them had rushed into the temple recklessly.

  But at this time, the ceremonial officer was still reciting the lengthy sacrificial oration, and Emperor Hongzhi stood in the hall, his eyes slightly red.

  Fang Jifan wept softly.

  Zhu Houzhao drooped his head.

   Liu Jian said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

   His opening.

  The ceremony official seemed to have seen a ghost.

  I can't read this sacrificial oration anymore.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked back in surprise, looking at Liu Jian and Li Dongyang.

   Immediately, he frowned, and Longyan was furious!

   On such an occasion, so reckless, this is a collision with a heroic soul.

  If it's a living person, no matter how you collide, as long as the living person doesn't care about it, it's fine, even if you shave your beard, it doesn't matter.

   But what is the occasion now.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked sullenly, looking at Liu Jian and Li Dongyang with an angry face.

  Liu Jian and Li Dongyang just smiled wryly in their hearts. Of course they knew the consequences, and they bowed down: "Your Majesty, I have to hurry..."

  Emperor Hongzhi interrupted him unceremoniously: "The sky is falling, and it shouldn't be played at this time. You are in such a hurry. I come to ask you, is the sky falling?"

  Liu Jian hurriedly kowtowed: "The sky hasn't fallen..."

   "So..."

  Li Dongyang stepped aside and said: "But Your Majesty... the man is alive."

   people... live.

  In the East Side Hall, all of a sudden, there was complete silence.

  Everyone looked at Li Dongyang in astonishment.

   People... Alive?

  Fang Jifan's sobs also stopped abruptly. He raised his head with a look of astonishment: "Who...alive?"

  Liu Jian looked embarrassed: "His Royal Highness Prince Xinjin..."

  Hoo...

  The sound of gasping for air came from the hall one after another.

  Emperor Hongzhi felt that his back was chilly.

ghost?

   What the **** are they?

  Liu Jian hurriedly took out the parchment, and stepped forward: "Your Majesty, please read, this is a letter from Huangjinzhou."

  Then, the parchment was delivered to Emperor Hongzhi.

  Emperor Hongzhi took it with trembling hands, with a blank expression on his face, opened it...inhaled, then raised his head, staring blankly, for a long time: "Ah... how strange!"

   "..."

  Fang Jifan was stunned: "Your Majesty..."

  Emperor Hongzhi pressed his hand: "Don't talk yet."

  Emperor Hongzhi held the parchment and looked back at Fang Jinglong's altar.

   Then, he frowned: "Liu Qing, what do you think?"

  Liu Jian smiled bitterly: "I don't know."

   This is honest.

  Emperor Hongzhi put his hands behind his back and started pacing in the hall.

  In the distance, the British Duke Zhang Mao and the ceremony officials were all terrified.

  Today, the sacrificial rituals are completely broken. This is a signboard smashing.

  Emperor Hongzhi stopped, raised his head, and suddenly said, "Jifan, come here."

  Fang Jifan wiped his tears: "Your Majesty..."

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "Your father is still alive."

  Fang Jifan's mouth was as big as an egg.

  Emperor Hongzhi squeezed out a smile: "This is a great joy, it's a great joy, no matter what you say, it's good to be alive."

  Everyone was shocked.

  Emperor Hongzhi handed over the parchment to Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan took it over. He was dubious at first, but after he read it for real, he suddenly... all of a sudden, he understood everything, so... Silly: "As expected, haha...haha..."

  His laughter shook the rubble!

   With this smile, all the officials outside were so frightened that their faces changed.

  Damn it, isn't that Fang Jifan's voice?

   Is this dog still a human?

  His father died, and he could still laugh.

  ...

  Emperor Hongzhi was overjoyed, but then he was speechless again.

  He looked at the ceremony officials, the incense sticks, and the heavy robes on his body in bewilderment.

  Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help saying: "This is the crime of deceiving the emperor."

"It doesn't count!" Fang Jifan was in a hurry: "Your Majesty, you must speak with your conscience. The report from over there was hit with more than 30 knives. My son kept saying that my father's auspicious person has his own appearance, and it is by no means short-lived." For the man of longevity, His Majesty insisted that my father died, and my son thought that even if he deceived the emperor, it was His Majesty who deceived himself."

   Encountered a problem of principle, Fang Jifan is not stupid, it is not his own fault, what do he admit?

  Emperor Hongzhi relaxed a little: "It seems... that's the case." Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief: "But..."

   Now he suddenly felt that... he couldn't get off the tiger: "How to deal with it here? Is the sacrifice still going on?"

  He looked at Zhang Mao in the distance.

  Zhang Mao: "..."

   "Your Majesty..." Liu Jian immediately said: "The old minister thinks that the sacrifices cannot be continued. How can there be sacrifices for those who are still alive."

   "Then..." Emperor Hongzhi rubbed his temples in pain: "But it's almost halfway through."

   "Forget it!" Emperor Hongzhi flicked his sleeves, and suddenly smiled: "Haha... It's good to live, it's good to live, um, let's go, let's move to Fengtian Palace immediately, the matter here... Zhang Qing's house."

  Zhang Mao was still in shock, unable to calm down for a long time, he bowed down: "The old minister is here."

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "Here, you come here to take care of the aftermath and continue to sacrifice. It's just for sacrifices. You can pick one at random. You can sacrifice whoever you like to sacrifice."

  Zhang Mao: "..." It took him a long time to come back to his senses: "The old minister obeys the order."

  Emperor Hongzhi looked around: "Get up and go back to the palace!"

  Fang Jifan was overjoyed, looking at the parchment in his hand happily.

  I said a long time ago that my father will definitely not die. My little Zhuge Fang Jifan has earned his reputation in vain.

  In an instant, the haze in Fang Jifan's heart disappeared, and he beamed and said: "Your Majesty, my son will serve you."

   As he spoke, he rushed up in two or three steps.

  The officials outside were discussing and whispering again.

  But at this time, in the Dongpei Hall, Emperor Hongzhi, surrounded by Zhu Houzhao, Fang Jifan and others, walked out quickly, without saying anything, went straight out of the Taimiao, and disappeared.

  Everyone stood there dumbstruck, dumbfounded.

  The guards and eunuchs left for more than half of the time.

   It's not true that the ministers go, and it's not true if they don't go.

   Soon, a gossip came.

  Sinjin County King...is still alive...

   Suddenly, all the officials were in an uproar.

  Damn it, why didn't you say it sooner if you didn't die?

  The entire Taimiao was almost blown up.

  Na Liang Chu almost stomped his feet: "I even brought a gift to the Fang family."

   "I followed suit."

   "Now that the person is not dead, will the money be refunded?"

   It was silent again.

  The answer is easy to understand.

  ………

  In the East Side Hall.

  The sacrifice continued.

  Fang Jinglong's **** position has been removed.

  Since Fang Jinglong can't be sacrificed, let's sacrifice to the other ministers in the Dongpei Hall.

  The ceremonial officer quickly took out a new sacrificial letter. Fang Jinglong is a newcomer, and his sacrificial letter needs to be written by a special person, but the other sages in the East Side Hall have ready-made ones.

   After reciting the sacrificial oracle, it was followed by food offerings, followed by burnt burning, burning incense and praying, not to mention.

  It's just... Today's sacrifice is a little different.

   Chief priest Zhang Mao, when listening to the sacrificial oration, could not help laughing from time to time, and suddenly burst out laughing.

  So, he was busy covering his mouth.

  The other ceremony officials changed their solemnity and couldn't help but also laughed.

   "Zhuang Su, Zhuang Su!" Zhang Mao coughed, "Don't laugh, don't laugh."

   Everyone has tensed faces.

Zhang Mao suddenly clutched his stomach: "No way, haha...haha..." He wanted to laugh again, and felt that his signboard had been smashed, and wanted to cry. The ceremony officials were speechless for a while, so they had no choice but to cry. Waiting for Zhang Mao.

Zhang Mao managed to stabilize his emotions, wiped his eyes, wiped his own red eyes, tried his best to choke his voice, and said in a deep voice: "Don't blame the ancestors, don't blame..." He said in his mouth, but in his heart I can't help but think, next... how to end it.

  ...

  The second chapter has been delivered. I will sort out the plot today, and I will return it tomorrow. Everyone will be missed.

  (end of this chapter)