The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 219

[Chapter 219 I can’t help but want to laugh]

These words were very thoughtful. They not only persuaded the hot-tempered general, but also saved enough face for the Minister of Rites.

People who are not very familiar with Fang Xiu will not have much reaction to this.

The few people who had more contact with Fang Xiu and knew him better, such as Emperor Chu and Ma Wenhua, had surprised expressions on their faces, obviously not expecting Fang Xiu to say such gentle words.

You know, a few days ago, Fang Xiu brought hundreds of people to the Shangshu Mansion to make a big fuss. Not only did he not give Yang Zheng, the Minister of Rites, any face, but he also took away his only son, Yang Ming.

In addition, at the banquet at Prince Ning’s Mansion, Fang Xiu also chopped off one of Yang Ming’s arms without hesitation.

According to common sense, Fang Xiu and the Yang family of the Ministry of Rites should have sworn enemies.

After all, Yang Ming is Yang Zheng’s only son, and Yang Zheng advocates the Ministry of Rites, the world’s etiquette, the world’s education, and all power belongs to him alone. How can such a thing be tolerated.

Fang Xiu was not a fool, on the contrary, he was talented and intelligent. He first proposed various national policies in the pro-military review, and won the first place in one fell swoop, becoming the youngest Zuo Zhonglang general of the pro-military army in the past century.

He also discovered a way to make ice from saltpeter, allowing ordinary people in the capital to use ice that only the royal family and dignitaries could enjoy in the past. What an achievement.

In recent times, he has led a right-wing Linwei, who is not considered a top player, to successfully win the first place in the pro-army competition, and severely dampened the prairie people’s spirit at the Honglu Temple banquet.

It was impossible not to understand Yang Zheng’s hostility towards him, but he could still speak up to defend him.

At this

moment, the expressions of several people became a little strange.

Ma Wenhua and Yan Zhuang seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Fang Xiu with an inexplicable and strange meaning in their eyes.

Fang Xiu didn’t pay any attention to their performance. He stood upright, bowed to Yang Zheng, and asked: “Master Shangshu, I have something I can’t understand. I want to ask Master Shangshu for help. I don’t know. Can you answer this question for me?”

Yang Zheng’s expression was always calm, except when he looked at Fang Xiu, there was a momentary change, but it was only for a moment.

“Let’s talk.”

Yang Zheng only glanced at Fang Xiu, then turned his head, with a proud look on his face, obviously unwilling to look at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu didn’t care about this, smiled faintly, and asked: “Master Shangshu, the question I want to ask you is very simple. Has Master Shangshu ever met or talked with the grassland people? Have you discussed something?”

As soon as these words came out, the whole place became a little quiet.

Everyone present, except Emperor Chu, was stagnant in breathing, obviously not expecting Fang Xiu to ask this question. The question of

meeting privately with the prairie people

is simply a blatant accusation!

In other words, why is your dignified Minister of Rites, the Minister of Rites, speaking to the prairie people everywhere

? Is he accepting any benefits from the prairie people?

Or maybe there was some private agreement with the prairie people .

“Fang Xiu!”

Yang Zheng, the Minister of Rites, hesitated slightly when he heard this. Then he seemed to be extremely angry, glared at Fang Xiu, roared, and shouted: “Shu Zi, An Ke is spitting blood. !”

Emperor Chu sat on the dragon chair and watched the scene in front of him quietly. The expression on his face did not change at all. He only smiled slightly when he heard Fang Xiu’s question. He didn’t know what he had thought of. What.

“Master Shangshu, why do you curse?”

Fang Xiu heard this, with a look of shock on his face and said: “I just asked you a question as a junior, why do you curse?

You are the Ministry of Rites The leader, the dignified Lord Shangshu, who is responsible for the education of the people of the world, actually cursed people in front of His Majesty. This junior really can’t understand why you did this, how could you do this?”

Yang Zheng was angered by these words. His face turned red, as if his breath was stuck in his chest, and he wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

“You, you”

Yang Zheng stretched out a hand and pointed at Fang Xiu. His body was shaking constantly, as if his whole body had been hit by some huge blow.

Even the general who had quarreled with him couldn’t bear to look at that look.

After all, he is a gray-haired old man and an important minister of the imperial court. He has made such great contributions to the imperial court, but in the end he has to be humiliated like this by a fledgling brat.

Seeing him like this really makes people want to laugh.

Several generals looked at Yang Zheng with strange eyes. Their dark faces, tanned by long-term battles on the battlefield, were also a little red from holding back. Unlike Yang Zheng, they couldn’t help but want to laugh.

The next second, the general who spoke before finally couldn’t help laughing.

However, maybe because he felt it was not appropriate, he suppressed laughter again, looked at Yang Zheng, and said, “Master Yang, Fang Xiu is right. This junior just asked you a question. You Why are you swearing?”

Yang Zheng looked at the general with red eyes, but didn’t say anything.

After a moment, he seemed to have figured something out, took a deep breath, and forced down the anger in his heart.

Immediately, he turned around and saluted the Emperor of Chu, and said with a slightly trembling voice: “I have lost my temper. I hope your Majesty can forgive me.”

The Emperor of Chu sat on the dragon chair, his eyes were deep, and he waved his hand to indicate that he was not here. He didn’t care, and then he said: “It doesn’t matter, you continue, tell me any opinions and ideas you have, I want to hear them.”

“Your Majesty,”

the Minister of Rites, heard this, and his heart skipped a beat. As if he had figured out something, his voice became even more trembling, and he said, “Thank you, Your Majesty!” He

turned his head again, and his expression was completely different from before, almost It can be said that they are completely different.

If the previous Minister of Rites was a dying old man, then the current Minister of Rites Yang Zheng is like a dusk tiger descending from the mountain. Although he is old, he still has a strong deterrent effect.

Moreover, every time he preys is related to whether he can continue to survive, so he is more terrifying than the tiger in his prime.

“I can tell you very clearly that except in Honglu Temple, I have never seen any grassland people.

Even in Honglu Temple, I have never seen any grassland people alone.

Fang Xiu, I have this Are you satisfied with the answer?”

When Fang Xiu heard this, a smile appeared on his face and he said: “Xiaguan is just a junior, how can he be satisfied with it?

However, with the prestige of Lord Shangshu, it is probably impossible .

, Of course, there is no need to deceive a junior, Xiaguan, I believe that what Lord Shangshu tells is the truth.”

(End of this chapter)