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Before dawn, Yang Fan got up groggily and washed. The rain is misty, with a sense of being in a fairyland. Yang Fan changed into a set of plain clothes, picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the side, glanced at the closed doors and windows of the room on the right, and left in a hurry. With a bowl of tofu brains and two steamed buns prepared in advance, he got into the carriage that had been waiting outside the inn early.

The sky was slightly bright, and there was already a carriage waiting in front of Chengtian Gate. The carriage hired by Yang Fan, the coachman had never come here, and he was a little flattered, and he drove the carriage to a most inconspicuous corner in fear. He may not know that the young man sitting in the car will become the youngest lord with a different surname in the Ming Dynasty. I just thought it was a posterity, a protégé of a big man in front of me. There was still a period of time before the last dynasty, and Yang Fan ate the tofu brain in the bowl unhurriedly. The store is real, the tender white tofu brain, with sauce vinegar and chopped green onions, is hot, and when you eat it in your mouth, there is something missing.

Chili pepper?

I didn't think of this stuff with chili peppers. Yang Fan felt the need to find Matteo Ricci and ask him if he knew about it. Although he was born in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, this thing is too attractive. Anything, put a little chili oil, it is a level up in the taste. A slap in the car startled the driver who was looking around outside. "Childe, there is ...... Can I help you? ”

"It's okay, it's okay. I was so excited to eat that it burned to the mouth. Yang Fan responded. The coachman breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good." He set aside the whip in his hand.

The distance of the horse workshop can be seen to be a little greasy. Some of them are close, and they seem to be able to make small talk. Generally, when it rains, officials like to ride in horse-drawn carriages, and the sedan chair is too small and wet and uncomfortable. The carriage is better than spacious and rainless, and more importantly, it is stable.

"Master Shangshu, have you heard? Wang Qu, Cui Han and others, who knelt all night yesterday, fainted and are now sick at home. "The carriage of Zhan Cheng, the left attendant of the military department, is next to Sun Chengzong's carriage, and the window is next to a slap distance. There seemed to be a hint of schadenfreude in the words.

"Shizhong, no matter what happens today, if you can bear it, you can bear it, don't come nonsense." A deep voice came from Sun Chengzong's carriage. As early as the night when the potatoes were served, Sun Chengzong saw what Zhu Youzhen meant, and yesterday he was even more iron-hearted, kneeling down so many officials, he didn't even look at it.

The carriage on the side could lower his voice, "My lord, are we going to stand on Yang Fan's side?" ”

After a long time, Sun Chengzong opened his mouth. "Nope! It's on the side of the Holy One. ”

The sound of the palace came to the court, and the hundred officials walked out of the car door one after another, holding umbrellas and walking towards the palace. When the coachman saw that the big guys were dispatched, he called Yang Fan, who was still eating snacks in the car, to come down.

"There's no hurry, it's not time yet." Now that he is a grass people, he can only wait for the order to be passed on. Generally, in the early dynasties, it was carried out in the Chengtian Gate, commonly known as the "Imperial Gate Hearing", but these days, due to the large matter, it was set up in the Imperial Palace.

The rain was not heavy, like silk. As soon as the wind blew, it was even more difficult to cover with an oil-paper umbrella, and the hundred officials walked to the front of the Huangji Palace. He was kneeling in front of the temple gate, refusing to get up, his face was ugly, and there were only three people who could hold on.

Whenever someone dissuaded, they shouted, "Please take back your ordination!" "Who to shout to, everyone knows in their hearts. Zhang Zhifa was the last to enter the palace today, and bowed to several subordinates and colleagues who were still holding on, and said: "Chaozhi humerus, Daming will not die with you!" "He didn't kneel here, it doesn't mean that he agrees with Yang Fan to be uncle. It doesn't matter who kneels here, but someone must kneel, this is the attitude, representing the will of the ministers.

Fang Youcheng was also among the three of them, awe-inspiring, without the slightest tiredness. Zhang Zhifa looked at Fang Youcheng more and nodded, "I will definitely not let the traitor succeed!" Then he walked into the imperial palace.

It didn't take long for the summons of Xuan Yang Fan to enter the hall in the hall. passed out one by one, and today's main lord is finally about to appear. The officials and businessmen in the palace, or outside the palace, and even the officials and businessmen who received the news in the entire capital, were all watching an unreasonable knighthood. Yes, vexatious.

But this vexatious trouble, once Zhu Youzhen picked his head, there was a little more weirdness in it. In the end, what is this young and vigorous emperor going to do?

Yang Fan, who had just finished eating tofu brain, straightened his clothes, put the black box on the side behind his back, picked up the oil-paper umbrella by the carriage, and walked towards the palace. Dressed in plain clothes, he stepped on the bluestone bricks dripping in the rain. He has been to Beijing, seen **, and photographed the Taihe Palace, and today he finally stepped into the original building of the Forbidden City.

It is still so magnificent, solemn, bypassing Fengtianmen, the largest imperial palace, standing majestically in the drizzle. Yang Fan held an oil-paper umbrella and walked forward slowly. The three were still kneeling facing north.

It's just that when Yang Fan walked past them, he finally opened his mouth.

"Shaft, you're going to die a good death!"

"Such a knighthood, the world is not convinced!"

Yang Fan, who was standing on the right side of the three people, stopped and took a look, one was an old acquaintance, Fang Youcheng, and two others, who seemed to have seen them, so they didn't know their names. He placed the umbrella beside a few people and left a sentence, "You can't represent the people of the world." He lifted up his robe and climbed the steps of white marble, the gate was like a vermilion lacquer carving, and the style was extraordinary. The ministers of the court, including Zhu Youzhen, all looked at this young man who had just entered the palace.

"Grass people Yang Fan, knock on the saint!" Yang Fan did not step forward, but knelt directly on the edge of the temple gate.

"No rudeness!" The corners of Zhu Youzhen's mouth raised a slight arc, and he wanted to see a trace of shock on Yang Fan's face. Because they've seen it. But it's a pity that Yang Fan didn't raise his head, he always kept his head down humbly, even if he stood up and retreated to the edge of the door, he never raised his head.

"I made an order yesterday, Yang Fan had a meritorious battle, and he should have been loyal to the imperial court. However, I didn't want to be an official, so I gave him Ling Hebo to show his merits. What do you think? ”

"Holy Lord, last night the six branches gave the matter of kneeling at the door of the temple at the risk of death. In World War I, this opening cannot be opened, so please take back the order. Zhang Zhifa said, "Please think twice." And Yang Fan's appearance is suspicious, then letting go of 4,000 captives is a big crime, such a person, if he is rewarded but not punished, it may be difficult to block the mouth of the people of the world. ”

A group of colleagues behind him all chimed in: "Please take back the Holy Lord's order." ”