Chapter 2567

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

A cicada screamed desperately outside, as if it would never be tired.

Just like the Ming Emperor

The emperor in his prime heard of the death of his nephew, and he was silent.

Anlun's back has a tide, but he never thought that the emperor would feel guilty or troubled about it.

The emperor is ruthless!

Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly and said, "he sent an imperial doctor to catch up and come back all the way to the sea."

Yu Jia bowed and went out to arrange.

Zhu Zhanji watched his back disappear into the sunshine outside the door. He suddenly smiled and asked, "what do you want?"

Anlun knelt down without hesitation, and then said in panic: "Your Majesty, your servant has only one Loyalty... Geng Geng."

Zhu Zhanji looked down at him slightly and asked again, "what do you want?"

Aaron just kowtowed.

Ear is the sound of forehead knocking on the floor tile, but it is not clear.

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

Anlun can only kowtow.

At the moment, no matter what he said, loyalty was in vain.

Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while. Later, when Anlun's forehead was full of blue and purple, he said faintly, "go."

Aaron got up and shook a little.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked, "you obviously clashed with Xing Hebo several times, but secretly helped him many times. Why?"

Anlun's body straightened and shook. He felt a little dizzy, but he still kept a trace of soberness.

"Your Majesty, maidservant..."

The pain caused by kowtow before didn't make him cry, but now tears filled his eyes and slipped down.

Zhu Zhanji looked coldly at the tears falling, and was not half moved.

"Your Majesty, when I was in Jinling, I had several business contacts with Xinghe Bo. Xinghe Bo was friendly. I thought I could have more friends in the future. Who knows the sudden fall of heaven's grace? Your majesty longen, I went to Beijing and then went to the East Hall."

Zhu Zhanji asked sarcastically, "then what are you worried about?"

Anlun wiped his tears and said, "Your Majesty, Xinghe Bo is your Majesty's important minister. I know that although the position of supervisor of East Hall is strong, the risk is not small..."

Zhu Zhanji said expressionless, "you haven't made many mistakes in the East Hall in recent years, but you can't escape the private use of public tools. Come on, what's the hatred between Yan Dajian and you?"

Anlun didn't expect that the emperor even knew that he sent someone to stare at Yan Dajian. He sobbed: "Your Majesty, when I was still at home, my family was bullied by the Yan family. After I became the factory supervisor, I had some..."

"What do you have?"

Zhu Zhanji took a sip of the tea cup and gently put it down.

The touch between the tea cup and the table made a slight sound, but Anlun was frightened.

He raised his head and said in panic: "Your Majesty, your servant will repay you for your kindness. He just wants Yan Dajian to suffer..."

Zhu Zhanji stared into his eyes, his eyes gradually darkened, "if you dare to play tricks next time, I'll cut you alive!"

Anlun almost came out of the Qianqing palace with sweat. The sun outside was very big, but he still shivered, and then looked at the song Chengcheng sweeping ahead.

Song Chengcheng sweeps the floor very seriously and is completely distracted.

The broom is moving rhythmically. It is not heavy for long work, but very light.

Anlun was watching all this. He felt that such a day was despair, hopeless despair.

How about sweeping the floor day after day and sleeping after eating every day?

Anlun has seen the lives of ordinary people and feels very miserable. He must not be able to live.

"Boring?"

He went over and asked.

Song Cheng Cheng looked up at him curiously, just like looking at a fool and said, "sweep the floor for food. If you don't sweep the floor, there's no food to eat, so you have to sweep the floor. You don't even understand this. Alas! What a pity."

Anlun looked at him and said, "eat... You can make money to eat!"

Yu Jia appeared above. He looked at the two people below coldly.

Song Chengzhen tilted his head, and then his eyebrows gradually wrinkled. It was like a contradiction between children. He suddenly Pooh and said, "I can eat meat every day. Why do I make money?"

Anlun didn't know what he was thinking. He blurted out a question: "there will be anything with money. You can have women with you, you can have delicious food, you can have servants to serve you, and you can play everywhere..."

"But very tired."

Song Chengzhen shook his head and said, "it will be very tired. I only like sweeping the floor."

Anlun shook his head blankly and staggered out.

Song Chengzhen clubbed his broom and watched him go away. Suddenly he shouted, "dessert is the best."

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

"How silly!"

Song Zhenzhen shook his head and felt that he had met another fool. Then he proudly touched the oil paper bag in his arms, sucked his nose and began sweeping the floor again.

Yu Jia witnessed the conversation between fools all the way up, and then sneered and said, "sooner or later you will die without a burial place!"

He turned to go in and reported, "Your Majesty, Anlun just talked to song honestly."

Zhu Zhanji glanced at him and then continued to look at the memorial.

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

Therefore, the emperor's eyebrows are often wrinkled. Over time, wrinkles will appear. Starting from shallow, I don't know when they will become deep.

Fang woke up and felt that it was inappropriate that there were no wrinkles on his forehead.

Because he saw Yan Dajian outside the palace.

The sun is very good. Although it is a little hot, it makes people feel alive.

Yan Dajian has two more wrinkles on his forehead. A month ago, even if he laughed, there would be no lines on his face.

He saw Fang Xing coming, then stopped and shook his head with complicated eyes.

Fang Xing also saw him. Seeing that he stopped, he approached and asked, "but what's the matter?"

Yan Dajian asked, "xinghebo, why do you want to intercept me?"

The so-called interception means that Fang Xing blocked his opportunity to take over as the Minister of rites.

Now the Ministry of rites still has no book of honor, and Yan Dajian is still in custody.

If it was someone else's words, he probably thought that he would take over the post of minister of rites just around the corner, but Yan Dajian knew that Fang Xing would not be aimless.

But it's too bullying, isn't it?

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

The officials behind Yan Dajian withdrew awkwardly.

"Xing Hebo, where did I offend you? It's worth your careful consideration to deal with me."

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

This is a power seeker.

After losing the chance to go further, he has regarded Fang Xing as his own death enemy.

Since it's a dead enemy, what else do you pretend?

Therefore, Yan Dajian's eyes are vicious, just like looking at the enemy who killed his father.

Fang woke up quietly. He didn't deliberately cover up Yan Dajian. After that, there were some vibrations everywhere in the capital.

These shocks came from Fang Xing's attack on Yan Dajian, and he succeeded.

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

Fang woke up and wanted to get Yan Dajian, so he went and succeeded.

Are you afraid?