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"There is a woman who has two brothers. Both of them are studying, and the woman started working when she was young..."

Hu Yi was telling stories, but he woke up and listened to stories.

The storytellers are very serious, and the storytellers are also very serious.

"After the death of his parents, the woman was still working to support her two brothers. She looked like an old woman at the age of eighteen. The two brothers were awarded the honor, and the woman was very happy, but the next year she was promised to the woodcutter by her brother..."

Hu Yi looked at Fang Xing and said, "Xinghe Bo, what should I do?"

Fang Xing asked curiously: "Are you one of those two brothers?"

Hu Yi shook his head and said, "No."

"That's the one who is a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs, and it's not worth mercy to kill."

"Friendship cannot withstand the most scrupulous."

Fang Xing didn't like Hu Yi's vague way, nor did he liked his obscure performance. It was just that he compared himself to that woman, which was also a confession.

Hu Yi said in confusion: "I have been running outside for those years, running everywhere, in the mountains, on the water..."

"Mr. Hu, how dare you ask who is now?"

Fang Xing was more interested in that person than any other bachelor's degree. If possible, he even wanted to meet him and asked him how he made a good hand of cards like this back then.

Hu Yi stroked his beard and said, "That person is not bad, now he is a very old man."

Fang Xing said, "If that person is still in his fifties and has no threat anymore, has he become a monk in Wudang Mountain?"

Hu Yi looked at Fang Xing in shock and said, "Didn't Xing and Bomo think that Emperor Wen's overhaul of Wudang Mountain is for whom?"

"Isn't it?"

Fang Xing said: "No matter how powerful Zhang Lai is, he cannot control the world's regime. Jingnan used the Zhenwu God to boost morale. At most, a few gyms were built to be rewarded. But at that time, Wudang Mountain was regarded as the Imperial City of Peking, which consumed a lot of manpower and material resources!"

Hu Yi shook his head and said, "Xinghe Bo, that's Shenxian Zhang."

Fang Xing sneered: "Even if he is a god, it cannot bring any benefits to the Ming Dynasty. Whether it is Buddha or Taoism, their gods never protect the general public. So... just, that's the year Fang went to Wudang Mountain to see, otherwise those problems would be uncomfortable."

Hu Yi said unhappily: "Xinghe Bo, don't blaspheme the gods."

Fang Xing said, "I have seen the most devout believer and wish I could give all my wealth to the gods, but she lived a miserable life... Do you know what those monks said?"

Hu Yi shook his head and said, "Those people say that suffering in this life is to cultivate the next life. Her family can enjoy happiness in the next life, and they are boundless wealth."

Hu Yi said: "I did evil in my previous life and I will repay you in this life. I will repay you in this life and suffer in this life. I will repay you in the next life. That's right."

Fang Xing stood up and said, "If you don't talk, you'll see off the guests!"

Until he left the Fang family, Hu Yi didn't know why he had a fairy with Fang Xing.

After returning to the Ministry of Rites, Hu Yi realized that he had been fooled by Fang Xing.

That person didn't want to get close to him, and he didn't want to interfere in the decision-making of the bachelor's degree in the election of the bachelor's degree.

"It's ridiculous that I am a little obsessed with greed."

Hu Yi was very open-minded and regarded this as a joke.

But Yan Dajian is very serious.

Yang Shiqi was already taking leave at home and was about to attend the memorial for retirement. Yan Dajian was as nervous as during the palace examination that year.

As long as Hu Yi ascended to the Political Affairs Hall, then eight or nine out of ten Ministers of the Ministry of Rites, no, ten percent of them would be the things in his pocket.

Shangshu!

This is the peak of a minister. If you go further, you will be the bachelor's degree in charge of the government, and that is the prime minister.

Yan Dajian suppressed the excitement in his heart and said calmly outside the door: "Sir, please see me."

"Come in."

After entering, Yan Dajian saw Hu Yi writing with a calm expression and couldn't help but praise: "Adults are as good as the king of wisdom, which is really hard for ordinary people to reach."

Hu Yi continued to write and said lightly: "I have given most of my mercy to my family, and being an official is just a hangout."

The two of them said a few words like a code word before Yan Dajian talked about the serious matter.

"Sir, Yang Shiqi's memorial has entered the palace."

Hu Yi raised his head and said, "Calm down! Why are you panicking?"

He lowered his head and continued to write.

"Building a hut is in the human world, but there is no noise from the carriages and horses. I ask you how can you? Your heart is far away and the earth is far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. The mountain is beautiful day and night, and the birds return together. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten my words if I want to distinguish it."

"Good word!"

Yan Dajian praised.

Hu Yi put down his pen and asked, "Da Jian also likes Mr. Jingjie's poems?"

Yan Dajian nodded and said, "When I was studying, I felt that Mr. Jingjie's poems were a little depressed. Only after I was in the career of the government did I know how to appreciate Mr. Jingjie's poems."

"The clouds are unintentional to come out of the mountains, and the birds are tired and fly back..."

Yan Dajian chanted softly, then looked at Hu Yi, and a feeling of confidence filled his heart.

...

Zhu Zhanji glanced at the memorial and said, "Mr. Yang has worked diligently for many years and has made great contributions to the state. Yang Ji is Yang Ji, so he can rest assured."

After Yang Shiqi got this, he immediately submitted a second memorial, saying that he had no way to teach his children and had no face to stand in the court.

"I must not be without Mr. Yang for a day."

The emperor rejected his retirement for the second time and gave the highest evaluation.

All the civil and military officials in the court were watching the process between the monarch and his subjects.

As Zhu Zhanji, he definitely did not want Yang Shiqi to step down. But things were no longer possible. He could only show his uncompromisingness to increase the king's prestige.

After the third memorial entered the palace, the memorials of Yang Rong and others also entered the palace at the same time.

There are no three things.

The memorials of Yang Rong and others who plead for mercy are more like going through the motions.

"Reward a thousand stakes of treasure money."

The emperor's tone was very cold, as if he wanted to use money to settle the friendship between the king and his subjects.

Yang Rong hoped to use his retirement to save Yang Ji's life, but the emperor disappointed him.

The emperor's treasure money was still in his hands, and news came from outside.

"Your Majesty sent the East Factory..."

Yang Shiqi was desperate.

If the Jinyiwei was going to, Yang Ji could probably save his life.

East Factory…

"Yang Ji's crime is unforgivable, and Your Majesty's meaning is to be staggered."

An Lun looked very good and smiled.

"It is best for Yang Shiqi to retire to return to Taihe. After catching Yang Ji, the road to return to his hometown with Yang Shiqi is staggered."

Chen Shi said: "Dadfather-in-law, it would be better to deal with Yang Ji on the road, just say that he died of illness halfway through the road, so that the king and his ministers will be at peace with each other."

An Lun shook his head and said, "Yang Ji is the son of an important minister. Your Majesty wants to use his head to warn those high-ranking officials and nobles not to touch the law, otherwise he should be killed."

After returning to his room, the smile on An Lun's face disappeared.

"Hu Yi wants to take office, who is the Minister of Rites?"

When the eunuch who gave money left Yang Shiqi's house, the atmosphere in the capital became tight.

And Jin Youzi is already sick now.

“It’s very lively outside.”

Jin Youzi breathed with a phlegm sound and his face turned slightly red.

"Father, it's the right thing to do now that you have to take care of yourself, so don't worry about those around you."

The eldest son, Jin Zhaobo, served medicine at home and was very filial.

The other sons were all at home, taking turns to guard the bedside.

Jin Youzi breathed hard and said, "It was okay to go for my father, but Yang Shiqi also came down. Two places were fat, so..."

He looked at the roof and gasped, "Please give memorial."

"Father!"

Jin Zhaobo said in surprise: "Father, your illness can be cured."

Jin Youzi moved his body hard and said, "Go and get paper and pen."
Chapter completed!