Emperor Qingguo was actually waiting for Fan Xian's self-justification, he was going to fool around a few times at will, just muddy this matter with the past, any emperor in the prosperous era is actually very good at this kind of "and mud" ability.

But he didn't expect Fan Xian to ignore the question, put on a clear conscience to play around, and threw this question back, he thought very badly?? Don't you want to let yourself bite? You, the emperor, always have to escort me, if it's just this kind of trivial matter now, you will have to be disgraced, and in the future, Xinyang will really move, and the eldest princess will be cleaned up, you must not throw me to the queen mother to eat as a side dish?

If it is an ordinary favorite minister, Wenchen, he will definitely not have the vigor and anger of Fan Xian. The so-called sacred heart is unpredictable, the power of heaven is impermanent, if you are pampered and arrogant as a courtier, who knows that one day His Majesty the Emperor will remember that you took his carriage and cut you off with a knife, and you have nowhere to reason.

But Fan Xian knew that he was not an ordinary courtier, and the emperor didn't know that he knew, so this matter was a little funny, and he was testing what His Majesty the Emperor could do for himself.

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On the seventh day after the imperial history was collectively written, Fan Xian came to the palace gate in a carriage, and when he got out of the carriage, the officials of the Qi Nian group all guarded him to the middle, black and gray clothes, indifferent complexion, and tall body, all indicating his identity.

The officials gathered at the palace gate looked at this scene, and naturally knew that this was the person that the officials often discussed after tea and dinner, not to mention the side, but when it came to putting the secret agent in the open to protect himself, Fan Xian was the first person in the Supervision Yuan.

Today is the time of the pilgrimage. His Majesty specially summoned Fan Xian into the palace to observe, and all the local officials knew what they were going to talk about today, and their hearts couldn't help but get excited. Some civil officials who were good friends with the Fan family came over to talk to Fan Xianhan for a few words, using the excuse that the weather was getting cold. He hid next to the palace gate cave again.

At this time, on both sides of the royal road in the square, there were only five or six officials wearing crimson official uniforms, and Fan Xian's party of officials wearing black official uniforms of the Supervision Yuan, the two sides stood facing each other, but their eyes seemed to penetrate each other's teams, shooting towards the city outline in the distance, turning a blind eye.

Those officials wearing crimson official uniforms are the imperial histories of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who wrote to impeach Fan Xian. Fan Xian looked at them coldly, lowered his voice and said, "All of them look like pigs, but they are still Qing officials?"

Deng Ziyue said in a low voice beside him: "I have been checking for a few days. Nothing really was found. My lord, most of these imperial histories of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Court are from poor families and have the most important reputation. This is the only place they can rely on, and even the porter has to be careful to receive a gift cake, and it is indeed extremely difficult to find out anything. ”

Fan Xian frowned and sighed: "Officials are not greedy, there is trouble in the world." ”

Deng Ziyue smiled bitterly. I thought to myself, Lord Tiji's "punch line" was a bit ridiculous.

The imperial historians of the Imperial Court looked at Fan Xian coldly, without a trace of fear. Fan Xian knew that the other party was really not afraid of himself, and thought with a wry smile. If the officials are not greedy, what use can they be of the supervision of the Yuan? The other party is a speech official, and it is impossible for him to send a few subordinates to assassinate him, in that case, no matter what the emperor Lao Tzu does, he will have to drive himself back to Shanzhou.

Fan Xian understands that the rarest thing in this world is a clean official, and he also believes in the ability to investigate in one place, and these people in front of him must be the real clean officials. But he understands better. The most terrible thing in this world is that the Qing officials rush up and come to be your enemy?? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but admire his young and beautiful mother-in-law, who was able to use these non-corrupt officials, she really had two brushes.

When Fan Xian was sighing here, he didn't know that the imperial historians of the Metropolitan Procuratorate on the other side looked at this Lord Tisi, and they also sighed secretly in their hearts.

Obviously, what Fan Xian has done for more than a month shows that he is hiding the essence of the poet under the face of the poet, he is a corrupt official, and he is also a long-sleeved and good dancing minister, and he has enough evidence in his own hands, but why has His Majesty not spoke? They are not worried that His Majesty will punish his own people for protecting Fan Xian, on the one hand, they are convinced that His Majesty is a master, on the other hand, what does the Imperial Doctor do? It is to shoulder morality with iron shoulders, and give clear advice on iron bones, even if he dies?

But the imperial historians of the Metropolitan Procuratorate have really not had a good time these days, first of all, the connection between the court and the central government has no effect, no matter which ministry officials, when they hear their intentions, they are still polite on their faces, but they refuse to sign a joint letter with them. The second is that the canonical theory of the folk scholars has not been launched, and those talented people who have criticized the government and politics in the market in previous years, when they heard that they were going to impeach Fan Xian, they shook their heads again and again, and they didn't believe it at all.

And what makes the imperial historians angry the most is the attitude of those young people in Taixue, the imperial history who went to Taixue to mobilize students in the past, was blasted out in the end?? No one believes at all that the dignified poet immortal, the designated successor of Zhuang Mohan's family, the son of the Hubu Shangshu family, the idol in the hearts of a generation of young scholars, and the dream lover of countless boudoir girls, will not be able to covet such a little silver!

"Thirteen thousand four hundred taels, just a little silver?"

Maybe the imperial historians of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are really used to it, so this is the thing they can't figure out the most.

At this time, a sudden gust of morning breeze blew, which lifted the spirits of the officials guarding outside the palace, and then their faces changed, looking at the rain clouds floating in the morning light in the sky, and hid in the palace gate hole, those forbidden army guards and little yellow doors did not dare to let these powerful old men suffer from the rain, so they did not stop it.

In autumn, Kyoto often changes its face, after the wind is the rain, an autumn rain solemnly floated down, from subtle to dripping, even just a few breaths of time, the large bluestone flat between the palace was suddenly wet, showing a trace of heavy black to come.

At this time, outside the palace gate, only Fan Xian and his party and the imperial history of the Imperial Court of the Metropolitan Procuratorate were standing there, and the rain poured on their bodies, but there was no reaction at all. Fan Xian squinted his eyes, looked at the other party, and suddenly said, "Lai Yushi, hide from the rain." ”

He greeted Lai Mingcheng, a high-ranking official of the third grade, Lai Yushi glanced at him coldly and said, "Lord Fan is drenched in this rain, do you think you can wash away the sins on your body?"

Lai Yushi arched his hand and said: "Today's face saint, this official will impeach Master Fan to the end!"

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that this imperial history was also in the dark, smiled, and replied: "Yes? It's just that I don't know if there are really clan relatives and nobles who bend the law, whether Lord Lai also has such a heroic spirit today." ”

Zuo Du Yushi didn't want to speak, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the palace gate, and the few Yushi behind him actually knelt straight in the rain!

"Playing the trick of kneeling at the palace gate?" Fan Xian was pitiful and amused at these people, and sighed: "Life is a life, but the name is invited, I really don't know what the court is for raising you people." ”

A few royal histories kneeling in the rain glared back angrily!

Fan Xian turned a blind eye, lifted the rain hat behind him to cover his head, and said with a slight smile: "This official is black, no matter how you wash it, it will be black, although your lords are red, but when you are washed by the rain, it will be black." ”

The rain slipped down from the official uniform of the Supervision Yuan on his body, and the lotus clothes were smooth and impermeable, and the black was still the gloomy black.

And after the official uniforms of several imperial historians were wet by the heavy rain, the color gradually became heavier, and it gradually approached black.

The imperial historians glanced down at the clothes on their bodies, letting the rain wash their faces, but they were stubbornly silent and refused to speak.

After all the major affairs of the court and politics were discussed, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to see the two people of Zuodu Yushi Lai Mingcheng and Fan Xian, the director of the Supervision Yuan, his brows furrowed with some annoyance, and asked the eunuch to summon the two of them forward, and said coldly: "In front of the ministers of the court, let's talk about it." ”

Zuodu Yushi Yili was in an official uniform, and said loudly: "What the minister said has been all in the chapter, please Your Majesty quickly investigate this case, so as to purify the court and the people's grievances!"

The emperor turned his head to look at Fan Xian: "Why hasn't your self-defense excerpt been handed over to the Chinese book?"

Fan Xian bowed respectfully and said, "The minister did not write an excerpt. ”

The emperor angrily reprimanded: "How arrogant! The Imperial History of the Imperial Procuratorate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate impeached a hundred officials, and you were the first person to be so arrogant and ignorant! Don't think that you have been loyal to your family for generations, you have made meritorious contributions to the country and are famous in the world in the past year, and I am reluctant to treat you!"

Fan Xian knew that the emperor was angry because he had been silent, and he was angry because he threw the topic to him, so he asked for guilt: "The minister really doesn't know how to write an excerpt for defense...... The minister is guilty. ”

His Majesty's face turned a little pale, and he said: "Thinking that when you first entered the officialdom, Fan Jian was busy with official business, and Chen Pingping's old thing would not teach you this, so he spared you." Today, I announced that you have entered the palace, and I will listen to how you defend yourself and how you explain to the civil and military forces of this Manchu Dynasty. ”

Fan Xian's face was embarrassed, and after a while, he hesitated to speak: "Minister...... I really don't know how to defend myself. ”

His Majesty's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said word by word: "Then you have confessed?"

Fan Xianhuo raised his head, with a bitter expression on his face, and said: "Long live, the minister does not admit his guilt!" The reason why the minister did not defend himself was because the matter in which the Metropolitan Procuratorate was involved was really absurd and unreasonable, and the minister did not know the slightest about it, let alone who was involved in the so-called bribery and perversion, so he did not know where to start arguing. ”