The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1513

[1513. Chapter 1437 The Emperor’s Division]

Fang Jifan and the Crown Prince are actually the Lesser Sages…

All the officials were extremely shocked.

In fact, the theory that a saint will be born became popular in Jiangnan a few years ago.

To a certain extent, this is more like the spiritual sustenance of a group of frustrated literati.

They firmly believed that when the famous religion was tampered with and changed beyond recognition, a saint would appear to turn the tide and restore the old order.

But gradually, such rumors spread more and more widely in the south, becoming more and more popular, and even the capital began to be affected.

What countless people are thinking about is waiting for a saint to appear.

This also breeds some ambitious people.

What if God really didn’t allow a saint to be born?

So, someone started to want to concoct a saint.

Wang Zuo is the ideal partner.

Wang Zuo may not have such ambitions, but he can’t help but there are many people who want to use his reputation and loyalty to push him to the forefront.

But who would have thought… when the answer was revealed, this saint was actually the emperor.

After the emperor, it was Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao.

People looked at each other in astonishment and looked at the red-faced Emperor Hongzhi in astonishment.

Look at Fang Jifan again.

Finally, their eyes fell on Wang Zuo.

Yeah, Wang Butang is spewing blood again.

Large mouthfuls of blood sprayed out and splashed on the ground, staining his whole body red. Such a bloody scene made people feel horrified.

But for the time being, everyone’s thoughts are not on Wang Zuo.

Instead, someone opened their eyes wide and looked at Li Chaowen, as if expecting him to continue.

Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked solemnly: “Really? The prince and his successor?”

Emperor Hongzhi was also shocked.

Can people as unconventional as them become sub-sages?

Li Chaowen, on the other hand, did not blush or blink, and said with a serious face.

“Your Majesty, this is God’s will. I am just reporting the truth. If I

make false statements, God will hate me.” If someone from outside the country makes such a poisonous oath as God hates, then… no one will doubt it anymore. Li Chaowen’s truth is revealed.

After all, Li Chaowen has made everyone confirm his magical power, and this child prodigy cannot be done by humans, only God can do it.

Since God has a spirit, how could Li Chaowen, an outsider, dare to swear an oath in the name of God easily, or even… cheat?

Li Chaowen would never dare to cheat on such a thing.

God has no eyes.

Someone sighed in their hearts.

But no matter how much he complained in his heart, no one dared to refute, and no matter how many words he tried to refute, it would be powerless.

After all, the water in the Yellow River has become clear. Doesn’t this mean that what Li Chaowen said is true!

No one dares to refute or even question it.

Fang Jifan was ashamed.

He said with shame: “Does God actually favor me like this? Nephew Li, please don’t talk nonsense. Saying this, I feel very ashamed. How can I be so virtuous and capable? How can I live in the position of His Highness the Crown Prince? What’s more, Let alone being compared with His Majesty, this must be a lie, I won’t accept it, I will never accept it.”

Li Chaowen glanced at Fang Jifan with admiration, and was filled with emotion, how can a person with great supernatural powers like his uncle still do it.

It is really rare to maintain such humility.

Although Ya Shengzhi said that he was just striking while the iron was hot, his uncle didn’t know about it beforehand, but now, he can’t accept it, but it can’t be done.

“Under God’s will, Master Shishu founded a new school, filled the world with students, and cultivated countless talents for the imperial court. Following the orders of the Holy Emperor, he went to the West and went through many difficulties and obstacles. It was precisely because of the help of people like Master Shishu , Only the Holy Emperor can rule the world. If the Holy Emperor is King Wen of Zhou, my uncle is Jiang Taigong. How can I be humble? Xiaodao has lost ten years of his life in order to understand this secret. I must accept it.”

Li Chaowen said with a pious look.

Fang Jifan felt really ashamed. Looking around, Emperor Hongzhi didn’t seem to be disgusted by this. The other Hanlin officials all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Wang Zuo actually stopped vomiting blood, which actually made Fang Jifan feel a little regretful.

Fang Jifan said: “Although I am loyal and loyal, I also have a heart to love the people. The so-called virtue is as high as a mountain, but my ability is limited. Alas…”

He sighed.

Emperor Hongzhi clasped his hands behind his back, but felt quite intoxicated in his heart.

It turns out that the prince…can actually become a sub-sage.

In his mind, Fang Jifan was a person with both ability and political integrity.

As for the prince…what does he know?

In any case, this is of great benefit to the royal family, and it is even more powerful for clearing the obstacles of the New Deal.

Emperor Hongzhi was so happy that he couldn’t help but nod to Li Chaowen.

“Mr. Li is really a master of the Tao. I ordered him to confer the title of Great Master.”

Li Chaowen was stunned.

This real person is different from the great real person.

There are many real people in the world, but in Zhengdao, there is only one great real person, and that is the descendant of the Zhang family, that is, Master Zhang.

How dare I stand side by side with the Heavenly Master? This is deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors.

Li Chaowen hurriedly bowed down and said, “What I have learned was all taught by the Heavenly Master. How dare you give me the title of Da Zhenren and be on par with the Heavenly Master? I am frightened and beg your Majesty to take back my order. I can be awarded the title of Zhenren by the imperial court. I already admire the Holy Son of Heaven.” Well, I’m grateful.”

Li Chaowen refused decisively.

This is no fun.

Li Chaowen still knows how to be powerful.

This is the rule of Zhengdao, and he just hopes to live in peace and be his real person.

Being able to reach the sky in one step because of my uncle is already very satisfying.

Emperor Hongzhi was surprised.

The other Hanlins looked at each other.

It seems that…this Zhenren Li has not only attained the Tao, but he is also not interested in fame and wealth.

The realm is so high and unfathomable.

Emperor Hongzhi was obviously very satisfied with Li Chaowen’s gesture. There were few such pure-minded people in the world. He nodded to Li Chaowen again.

“It’s unbelievable that you still have such thoughts. In that case, you should still be a real person. Come on, give Longquan Temple 30 million gold and 30,000 acres of land and farm.”

Li Chaowen breathed a sigh of relief, so he kowtowed. Emperor’s favor.

Emperor Hongzhi said: “I don’t care about this saint…”

He said this.

The other Hanlin officials were shocked again.

Wang Zuo, who had finished vomiting blood, couldn’t help being stunned and looked at Emperor Hongzhi in surprise.

Emperor Hongzhi said: “I am the Son of Heaven, why do I need to be a saint? My duty is only to respect the Heavenly Patriarch and bring peace to the people. The title of Saint is just the icing on the cake. However, since this is the destiny of God, I have no choice but to I reluctantly accepted it. The British Duke is old and I can’t bear to have him work hard. However, this is an urgent time and I have thought twice about it. I still need to work for him and go to the ancestral temple to worship and pay homage to our ancestors. Come on, please tell me what happened today. This can be considered as comforting the souls of our ancestors.”

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan smiled happily at Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi said with a straight face: “As Zhenren Li said, you are my Jiang Taigong and my right-hand man. You must not be complacent about this.”

Fang Jifan nodded repeatedly.

“I’m afraid it’s too late for me to be sincere. How can I dare to be proud and complacent.”

Emperor Hongzhi was extremely satisfied, with a joyful smile on his face, and then he said: “That’s very good. You also have a literary name. I have been… I have been thinking about one thing, but now I can rest assured to leave it to you.”

Fang Jifan murmured in his heart, His Majesty has been thinking about this all day long, it is very troublesome.

Emperor Hongzhi said with his hands behind his back: “The emperor’s grandson is getting older, but in my eyes, he is still a child after all. From now on, you will teach him by words and deeds, and be his teacher. Let him be by your side and listen more.” Listen to your teachings.”

Fang Jifan was stunned.

Speaking of which, the emperor’s grandson entered his own nursery. In this relationship, Fang Jifan was the emperor’s grandson’s first teacher.

This is a very close relationship.

But… now… what Emperor Hongzhi asked him to do was to be the mentor of the emperor’s grandson.

This is a new relationship. The mentor is to enlighten the emperor’s grandson and let him know how to learn. But the mentor is different. This is a one-to-one relationship, and they are like father and son.

Anyway… Fang Jifan can take care of everything that concerns the emperor’s grandson.

The emperor wants to teach everything he has learned in his life to his grandson.

When Wang Zuo heard this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

In this way, if the emperor dies, then the devil prince will ascend the throne. When the prince dies, the emperor’s grandson, Fang Jifan’s shadow, will succeed him.

Three generations, ancestors and grandsons, are all at odds with Neo-Confucianism.

Three generations are enough to change the general trend of the world.

Ruined.

It was too late for him to cry out, but he actually felt that he, who was a little short of blood, seemed to feel it again, and it was still the familiar taste. His throat felt sweet, and poof…

blood splattered everywhere.

Fang Jifan was about to kowtow, but when he saw Wang Zuo like this, he couldn’t help shouting: “Ah, Wang Butang is bleeding again. This is a sign that he is seriously ill. Come here, come here. I think his lungs must be damaged.” Emergency surgery is necessary, and disembowelment is not possible.”

Wang Zuo was dizzy, and the hair on his body stood up with fear when he heard these words. He opened his mouth with blood and said vaguely: “I’m not sick, I’m not sick.”

Fang Jifan ignored him and continued to give instructions.

“Don’t hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. Someone will come and take him to the medical school.”

Outside, there were guards who listened to the instructions. They dared not neglect the treatment. They hurriedly carried the person and left.

Wang Zuo shouted piercingly: “I’m not sick, I’m not sick…”

This voice sounded from near to far.

But the miserable sound, like a beam, has not dispersed in the hall.

The ashen-faced officers felt as if they could still hear the shrill roar in their ears, and they couldn’t help but shudder. Sure enough… revenge was coming.

They could already imagine that Wang Zuo, who was tied to the operating table, was chopped into pieces with sharp knives.

Thinking of this, their bodies could not help but tremble.

(End of chapter)