The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1250

[1250. Chapter 1192 He is alive!]

The idea suddenly came to me.

Fang Jifan’s heart skipped a beat.

He had never believed this fact before.

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

The holy driver quickly passed through the royal road.

Around him, there were many civil and military officials, all with their heads lowered.

I have to say that although Fang Jifan is not that good, his father, Fang Jinglong, is still a loyal and upright person with many military honors. I can’t help crying when I miss some of the early days. I have no choice but to be supported by others. Standing, stumbling.

Most of the civil servants lamented that they did not have much dealings with Xinjin County Prince, but Xinjin County Prince still deserved their admiration.

People sighed and sighed.

Several of Fang Jifan’s disciples were also in the queue.

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

Fang Jifan’s steps became slower and slower, and he felt that the world in front of him also became slower.

People… are going to die.

When you die, there is nothing, everything disappears, and what is left is just a trace of thoughts for your loved ones.

It’s just that these thoughts are too much.

Countless memories flooded into my heart like a revolving lantern.

“My son is handsome!”

“Jifan, I have a bold idea as a father.”

“Son, don’t be afraid…”

Fang Jifan tilted his head and couldn’t help but close his eyelashes. When he opened them, they were already wet.

Fang Jifan cried.

At this time, a hand reached out and grabbed Fang Jifan.

Zhu Houzhao walked side by side with him. He opened his mouth to say something happy, but found… something stuck in his throat.

He sighed and patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder.

“We will take revenge.” After a long time, Zhu Houzhao held back a sentence.

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

Zhu Houzhao tilted his head, not knowing what to say. He suppressed his blush and said after a long time: “Old Fang, are you hungry?”

Walking behind Zhu Houzhao was Xie Qian, a bachelor of the cabinet. Xie Qian couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. Thinking about it, it seems that the Duke of Qi still has a heart and lungs. He also has sad moments. It’s a pity, it’s a pity. When

he

heard Zhu Houzhao’s question

, “Are you hungry?”

Open your eyes and take a look at the current prince…

countless guards, from the Daming Gate to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, one post every three steps, one sentry every five steps, extending to the end of the royal road.

The British Duke Zhang Mao had already arrived at the Imperial Ancestral Temple and was waiting for the emperor.

As soon as the holy driver arrived, he brought various officials to pick him up, saluted the dejected Emperor Hongzhi, and led Emperor Hongzhi to the Hall of Enjoyment.

In this Xiang Hall, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty are displayed.

Emperor Hongzhi paid great homage to his ancestors, bowed three times, prayed, and burned incense. Looking at the dazzling array of shrines, Emperor Hongzhi felt a little sad in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the curling green smoke in the Hall of Enjoyment. I didn’t realize I was crazy.

The Han family was unlucky, surrounded by tigers and wolves, the land of China was in ruins, the Central Plains was in chaos, and foreign races took over. From then on, the Chinese bloodline was almost extinct.

Emperor Taizu Gao, in support of great righteousness, expelled the Tartars, brought the world back to its heart, the sun and the moon regained their brightness, and the rivers and mountains were rebuilt.

From then on, successive generations of descendants, either openly or secretly, rightly or wrongly, until I inherited the throne, now, one hundred and forty years have passed. When Emperor Hongzhi thought of this place, he couldn’t help but think, for one hundred and forty years, the sun and the moon have been covered with dust. These dusts , I will definitely clean it up so that my ancestors will not be shamed by it.

Wearing a royal robe, he moved clumsily. After another grand ceremony, he led all the officials to the East Wing Hall. In the East Wing Hall, incense was flourishing. Emperor Hongzhi’s eyes fell on Fang Jinglong’s throne.

Above the throne is Fang Jinglong’s portrait.

He looked up, feeling sad.

We are all old.

But the loyal soul of the Prince of Xinjin has passed away. Thinking about it, he must be listed next to the heroic spirits of his ancestors.

The ceremony officer began to recite the sacrificial rites.

Every word and sentence in the memorial text was approved word for word by the Hanlin Academy, the cabinet, and even the emperor himself.

There is no room for error in this kind of word-cutting behavior. What kind of favors and honors, what kind of achievements have been made, and the relationship with the royal family are all closely related to the memorial text.

Fang Jifan was led by the eunuch to his place. When Emperor Hongzhi heard Fang Jifan’s cry, his heart felt like something was stuck in his throat. The memorial text was long and the official read it slowly. He stood holding his breath and could no longer hear the content of the memorial text clearly. I just have endless thoughts and countless sadness in my heart.

Outside the East Wing Hall, hundreds of officials stood with their hands down.

Before it was time for them to offer sacrifices, they couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.

Death is a big deal.

At this time… people whispered about the Prince of Xinjin, and couldn’t help but sigh: “The Prince of Xinjin has made great contributions to the dynasty. He is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He is a great man. He is like the reincarnation of Wu Mu and Wu Ning.”

“Just now I saw the Duke of Qi crying and wailing. , Now that I think about it,

the Duke of Qi is

extremely sad when he loses his father. This child still has a filial piety.

He is quite kind when he is not sick.

“Didn’t you hear that he is kind when he is sick?”

“The matter of brain disease is really mysterious. Even medical schools barely understand it. How do I know?

” Look at Mr. Liu, he is also in grief. He almost fainted just now. “

It’s natural…I heard…his son Liu Jie’s life and death are uncertain. He’s so pitiful. He’s just afraid of the white-haired man, so he gives it to the black-haired man.” .”

Everyone sighed, and some people couldn’t help but be infected by this sad atmosphere, and even blinked and burst into tears.

Especially veterans, these people in their seventies, can’t help but feel sad when they think about the people around them leaving one by one.

……

the other side.

Liu Jian was so sad that he couldn’t help himself. The eunuch was busy supporting him. Liu Jian and Li Dongyang couldn’t help but worry.

Since the bad news came, Liu Gong’s health has become worse and worse. Fortunately, he is still strong. Otherwise, he would have been unable to bear it long ago.

Li Dongyang just sighs and sighs, thinking that the three bachelors of the cabinet at the time are now in their seventies, and they have reached the age of knowing their destiny. They were as ambitious as young people, as proud as they were in their prime, and even in their old age, they are still able to join the cabinet and worship the prime minister. Such a life , how perfect, but now…

Li Dongyang shed tears of grief.

Xie Qian was still calm. He tucked Li Dongyang’s sleeves and said in a low voice: “Mr. Liu is extremely sad. He is the head of the officials, so he should be cautious.”

Only then did Li Dongyang realize what he said: “I’m just lamenting the king of Xinjin… “Hey, the Fang family has left two more single Miao Miao.”

Xie Qian couldn’t help but sigh, and said in a low voice: “Yes, it is a pity that the Xinjin County Prince has not yet accomplished his feats, but Qi Guogong…”

…

Just as he was talking, a commotion broke out outside the Ancestral Temple.

This place has already been tightly guarded by Jinwu Guards on three floors inside and three outside, and there are also low-level civil and military officials waiting here.

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

The person who made the report was the official of the General Administration Department.

This official wants to enter the Ancestral Temple.

He was intercepted.

But the official was going crazy: “I want to see you immediately. No, even if the urgent report reaches the Ancestral Temple, it will be in the hands of the princes. It’s terrible, it’s terrible.”

Where does the imperial guard care about him?

It’s a big deal, there are important sacrifices, and it’s not a joke to interfere with the sacrifices. What kind of occasion is there, how can it be allowed for random people to intrude.

Fortunately, an Hanlin official came out and said, “You might as well hand the report to me and I’ll send it in.”

He received the parchment-like report and hurried into the Ancestral Temple. He hurriedly passed by the officials and saw The authors include Liu Jian, Li Dongyang and others.

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

Li Dongyang frowned, why is this General Secretary so unruly?

He looked like a normal person, holding the roll of paper, and then gently spread it on the palm of his hand and glanced at it.

At this sight…

Li Dongyang trembled all over.

Damn…

he was confused.

All of a sudden, I was at a loss.

I have been living in the fantasy sea for most of my life, but I have never encountered anything like this.

All of a sudden, his face fell quickly, and he subconsciously said: “Ah…”

No one paid attention to Li Dongyang’s abnormality.

But Li Dongyang couldn’t stand any longer. He hurriedly took a few steps forward and gently shook Liu Jian, who was being supported by the eunuch.

Liu Jian was in pain and looked back with difficulty.

Li Dongyang then tiptoed the scroll into Liu Jian’s hand.

Liu Jian slowly raised his hand and opened the scroll.

At this sight…

he was confused.

Like being struck by lightning.

A face full of tears suddenly became funny.

He seemed to think he had made a mistake.

So, I quickly wiped the old tears from my eyes and looked at it intently.

At this sight… my body trembled again.

The eunuch who was standing aside, supporting Liu Jian, glanced at the scroll secretly, as if he had seen a ghost, and opened his mouth to scream. Li Dongyang, with quick eyes and quick hands, covered him.

At this time, the two cabinet ministers who usually prided themselves on being steady were confused.

You look at me, I look at you.

After a long time, Liu Jiancai whispered: “Why are you alive again? Is this news…reliable?”

“Why is it unreliable? Even if it was sent from Huanghuangzhou, I don’t know why it suddenly came to life. Liu Gong, the matter has come to this, what can I do?”

“What…what…” 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, but did not see anything real. He only knew that someone was alive. He was shocked at that time and did not care to continue reading.

With trembling hands, he continued to pick up the paper, but he saw what was said at the back: Although Xinjin suffered heavy losses and many casualties, fortunately, medical students rescued countless people.

There are countless living people…

In this way… my son’s chance of survival has greatly increased.

What a pitiful person…

Liu Jian couldn’t help it anymore, he burst into tears and held the scroll tightly.

But he found that Li Dongyang was looking at him anxiously.

Liu Jian clearly realized that now was not the time to be happy. What should we do about this matter now?

(End of chapter)