Zhu Zhanji's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand gently patted the handrail.

A cicada screamed desperately outside, as if she was never tired.

Just like this Ming emperor...

The emperor, who was in his prime, learned about the death of his nephew, and he was silent.

An Lun already had a tide on her back, but she never thought that the emperor would feel guilty or troubled about it.

The emperor is ruthless!

Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly and said, "Send the imperial doctor to chase him, go out all the way to the sea and come back."

Yu Jia bowed and agreed, and then went out to make arrangements.

Zhu Zhanji looked at his back disappearing into the sunshine outside the door, suddenly smiled slightly and asked, "What do you want?"

An Lun knelt down without hesitation, and then said in panic: "Your Majesty, I only have loyalty... Genggeng."

Zhu Zhanji looked down at him slightly and asked again sarcastically: "What do you want to write?"

An Lun just kowtowed.

The sound of my forehead knocking on the floor tiles was not crisp in my ears.

Zhu Zhanji sighed slightly, "Xinghe Bo told me back then that people have a purpose, the purpose of living, some like money, some like power, some like beauty, some like food...What do you like?"

An Lun had no choice but to bow.

No matter what he said about loyalty, it would be in vain, and it would be more obvious if he wanted to cover it up.

Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while, and later when An Lun's forehead was covered with purple, he said lightly: "Go."

An Lun stood up and his body shook a little.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked, "You have conflicted with Xing and Bo openly several times, but secretly helped him many times, why?"

An Lun's body shook straight and he felt a little dizzy, but he still maintained a hint of soberness.

"Your Majesty, I..."

The severe pain caused by the previous bowing did not make him cry, but now he is filled with tears and is falling down.

Zhu Zhanji watched the tears falling coldly, without any movement.

"Your Majesty, when I was in Jinling, I had dated Xing and Bo several times for official business. Xing and Bo were kind. I thought I could have more friends in the future. Who knew that Tian Rong suddenly surrendered, Your Majesty Long You, I actually went to Beijing and then went to the East Factory."

Zhu Zhanji asked sarcastically: "What are you worried about?"

An Lun wiped his tears and said, "Your Majesty, Xinghe Bo is your Majesty's important minister. I know very well that although the position of the East Factory Supervisor is very popular, the risk is not small..."

Zhu Zhanji said expressionlessly: "You have made not many mistakes in the Dongchang in the past few years, but you can't escape the use of public instruments and private use. Let's talk about it, what are the grudges between Yan Dajian and you?"

An Lun didn't expect that the emperor would even know that he sent someone to stare at Yan Dajian. He choked up and said, "Your Majesty, when I was still at home, my family was bullied by the Yan family. After I became the factory supervisor, I felt a little..."

"What's some?"

Zhu Zhanji picked up the teacup and took a sip, then gently put it down.

The tea cup touched the table and made a subtle sound, but An Lun was frightened.

He looked up and said in panic: "Your Majesty, I will revenge my grudges, and I only want to make Yan Dajian suffer a loss..."

Zhu Zhanji stared at his eyes, and his eyes gradually became louder, "I will cut you alive if you dare to make a fool again next time!"

An Lun came out of the Qianqing Palace with almost sweat. The sun was very strong outside, but he still shivered, and then looked at Song Laoshi who was sweeping in front of him.

Song Laoshi swept the floor very seriously, and was completely focused.

The broom is sweeping rhythmically, and it is not as heavy as long-term work, but is very light.

An Lun was watching all this, and he felt that such days were despair, hopeless despair.

Sweep the floor day after day, eat and sleep every day. What about such a day?

An Lun has seen the lives of ordinary people and feels very distressed, and he will definitely not be able to survive.

“Bored?”

He walked over and asked.

Song Laoshi looked up at him curiously, and said as if he was looking at a fool: "Sweep the floor and change food. If you don't sweep the floor, you have to sweep the floor. You don't even understand this, hey! It's so pitiful."

An Lun looked at him and said in confusion: "Eat...you can make money to eat!"

Yu Jia appeared above, and he was looking at the two below coldly.

Song Laoshi tilted his head, then his brows gradually frowned, like a conflict between children. He suddenly spat and said, "I can eat meat every day, why do I make money?"

An Lun didn't know what he was thinking, but he blurted out a question: "You can have anything you have when you are rich. You can have women to accompany you, you can have delicious food, you can have slaves to serve you, and you can go and play around..."

“It’s very tired.”

Song Laoshi shook his head and said, "It will be very tiring that way. I only like to sweep the floor."

An Lun shook his head blankly and walked out with some staggering steps.

Song Laoshi stood on a broom and watched him gradually fade away, and suddenly shouted: "Dimmills are the best."

The back continued to move forward, then shook his head, and finally disappeared outside the door in the distance.

"So stupid!"

Song Laoshi shook his head, feeling that he had met another fool again, and then he proudly touched the oil paper bag in his arms, sniffed, and began to sweep the floor again.

Yu Jia witnessed the conversation between fools throughout the process, and then sneered: "Sooner or later, you will die without a burial place!"

He turned around and reported, "Your Majesty, An Lun just spoke to Song Honestly."

Zhu Zhanji looked at him and continued to look at the memorial.

The emperor's affairs will never be handled. There are new situations everywhere in the Ming Dynasty every day. There are some happy events, but most of the things that can be reported are bad things...

Therefore, the emperor often frowned between his eyebrows, and wrinkles will arise over time, starting from shallowness and not knowing when it will become profound.

Fang Xing felt that it was inappropriate to have no wrinkles on his forehead.

Because he met Yan Dajian outside the palace.

The sun is very bright, although it is a bit hot, but it makes people feel that they are still alive.

There were two wrinkles on Yan Dajian's forehead, and a month ago, even if he smiled, there would be no trace of his face.

He saw Fang Xing who was walking towards him, then stopped, shook his head with complicated eyes.

Fang Xing also saw him, and when he saw him stop, he asked near him, "Is there something wrong?"

Yan Dajian asked in confusion: "Why do you want to intercept me?"

The so-called interception refers to Fang Xing blocking his opportunity to take over as Minister of Rites.

There is still no Shangshu in the Ministry of Rites, and Yan Dajian is in charge of it.

If it were someone else, he would probably think that he would take over as Minister of Rites in a short while, but Yan Dajian knew that Fang Xing would not be aimless.

But this is too bullying, right?

Fang Xing touched his smooth forehead and said, "What do you want to say?"

The officials behind Yan Dajian retreated in embarrassment.

"Xinghe Bo, where did I offend you? It is worth your careful treatment of me."

At this moment, Yan Dajian became extremely sharp, and the little fear that the other party had woken up in the past also disappeared.

This is a suitor of rights.

After losing the opportunity to go further, he already regarded Fang Xing as his death revenge.

Since it's a dead grudge, why are you pretending?

Therefore, Yan Dajian's eyes were fierce, as if he was watching the enemy who killed his father.

Fang Xingran was silent. He did not deliberately cover up his attack on Yan Dajian, and then there was some shock in the entire capital.

These vibrations all came from Fang Xing's attack on Yan Dajian, and it was successful.

What are the loopholes when he was an official in Fujian? These reasons are just clouds in the eyes of those "experts".

Fang Xing wanted to get Yan Dajian, so he went to get it, and it was successful.

Are you afraid?

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