The sound of banging kowtow sounded in the vast palace, and in a short time, blood had already appeared on the forehead of Zuodu Yu Shi Lai Mingcheng.

The emperor glanced at him with some disgust, waved his hand and let the guards fork him down, then glanced at Fan Xian lightly, and said: "Fan Tisi, you are in the Supervision Yuan, and the privileges stipulated by the law are very great, and you must be more careful when acting in the future, and you must not lose my face." ”

It was rare to find such an opportunity to make peace with the mud, of course, the wise majesty refused to let it go, waved his hand to stop Fan Xian's invitation, and the eunuch knew it and loudly announced the dissolution of the court meeting.

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, knowing that it was impossible for His Majesty to be too partial to himself in this matter.

He was still not satisfied, but the ministers had already deeply felt His Majesty's intention to protect the Fan family's boy. On the way out of the Taiji Palace, the ministers came up one after another to express their comfort to him, and the ministers at this time seemed to have become the enemies of the Imperial Inspectorate, and they degraded each other to a mess.

Fan Xian responded with a wry smile, and caught a glimpse of his father walking towards the square with his body bent over, full of old age, his heart moved, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help. The ministers looked at this father and son in the rear, and couldn't help but praise one after another, the father and son were officials in the same dynasty, and the scene of father and son filial piety appeared in the palace, which was really a good story.

Fan Shangshu found that his arm was tight, and when he turned his head sideways and saw that it was his son who came to support him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and sighed: "Anzhi, Anzhi, why don't you want to settle down?"

Fan Xian was also full of grievances, who would have thought that Xinyang would always stare at him with a ghost.

When he arrived at the palace gate, a little eunuch quietly ran over, passed on His Majesty's message, and pulled Fan Xian to trot all the way to the harem. Fan Shangshu glanced at his son's back with a complicated expression. Suddenly, I felt that although this kid was calm and steady all year round, he trotted up, but he still showed the detachment in his bones, which was really inconsistent with the solemn and depressing atmosphere in this palace.

A colleague came from the rear. Fan Shangshu's eyes immediately changed to Gujing Wubo, smiled slightly, and walked out of the palace with the ministers. Today's rain has long stopped, but the open space in front of the palace is still soaked in a pool of water, and the imperial history of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Court is already soaked, but they are still stubbornly kneeling on the wetland, and the face of the angry Zuodu Imperial History got off the court meeting, and he also knelt straight in front of those people, and took off his black gauze hat and held it on his left chest.

Look at this scene. The ministers knew that the matter was still not over, and Scholar Shu stepped forward to comfort him, but found that it had no effect. shook his head and left, but more adults hurried back to their homes in the carriage, knowing that this matter would get bigger and bigger, and it was safer for them to stay away.

Only Fan Shangshu stood in front of this group for a moment, and then ordered the guards in his house. I brought umbrellas for these imperial doctors and waited aside, because no one knew if it would rain or not.

was led by the little eunuch to trot all the way. After passing through a few palace walls and coming to the outside of the imperial study, the little eunuch was already tired and out of breath, Fan Xian thought about it, he was really lucky, and his face became a little ruddy.

He entered the emperor's imperial study with some anxiety, and carefully stood on the side of the emperor's soft couch according to the guidance of the little eunuch. After a while, a curtain next to the study moved slightly. The emperor, who had changed into his regular clothes, walked in, looking at his face calm, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and His Majesty waved his hand, signaling him not to be too formal.

Fan Xian really didn't kneel down and salute, took the embroidered pier brought by the little eunuch, and sat down honestly.

Today's imperial study is much quieter than that day, only the emperor and him are left, so the situation is a little weird, Fan Xian's face is stable, and he is also a little apprehensive in his heart, because the conjecture is just a conjecture, although through Chen Pingping's words and many details since this life, this conjecture has already been confirmed. But if the emperor really picks out this conjecture?? What should I do?

Just when Fan Xian felt more and more that the emperor was ready to put on the mask of a loving father, he was woken up by the next words.

"Fan Xian, you are not short of money, why are you greedy for money?" His Majesty the Emperor looked at him coldly and asked very directly.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Fan Xian's forehead, he knew that he had indeed done a little too much before, and even more aware of the fact that he had received silver tickets through the Liu family, it was impossible to hide it from His Majesty in front of him, he stood up and said very seriously: "Long live, because the minister is in charge of the Supervision Yuan, he has to collect the silver ticket." ”

"Oh?" the Emperor seemed to wonder what he was going to say.

"If you want to really supervise officials, then you must first integrate into the officialdom, like the appearance of the previous Supervision Yuan, which is cold and cold, and does not enter the salt, although you can rely on the huge spy system to make a strong supervision of the Beijing officials, but it is like seeing flowers in the fog, and it is always unclear that the most important transactions in the Beijing official system can never be figured out. Fan Xian carefully explained: "If you want to supervise officials, you have to become an official yourself." ”

He smiled bitterly and continued: "Long live also know that the minister has lived in Lanzhou for a long time, ......" When he said this, he lowered his head, but he could detect some subtle reactions when the emperor heard this.

“...... After entering Beijing, the changes are too great, the minister was just a minister, but now he has to take over the authority of the Supervision Yuan, and he is not only uneasy, but also often thinks that he is actually separated from the officials, and it is extremely difficult to integrate into the court. ”

Before he could continue, the emperor understood what he meant, waved his hand and asked indifferently, "If you are really a white crane, even if you dye yourself black with ink, you will not be able to fool those crows." These methods are really a bit naïve, as long as you are loyal to the country, who else dares to embarrass you? Don't forget Zhu Ge's experience, that guy didn't want to get into the officialdom of Beijing at first, but he plunged into it, but he couldn't get up again. ”

Fan Xian knew that the emperor was repeatedly alerting himself to be a lonely minister, and he was slightly disgusted in his heart, but there was no change on his face, just said with a smile: "Long live." Today, there are people in the upper court, who are in trouble......

The eunuch who was holding the dust on the side trembled in his heart, thinking that what Lord Xiao Fan said was not in line with his identity, and he seemed a little pampered and arrogant, no matter how much the emperor loved this young courtier. I'm afraid that I will lose my temper, even the prince is respectful and fearful in front of His Majesty, how can anyone talk like Fan Xian?

To the eunuch's surprise, His Majesty glanced at Fan Xian with a smile and said, "I really want to give you justice, but this is a matter between you and your parents, and I don't want to worry about it." ”

Fan Xian was shocked, knowing that His Majesty fully understood that the background of the book on the Metropolitan Procuratorate was related to Xinyang, but why did he still have to suppress himself and not let himself do it? Just as he was about to add some more eye drops to His Majesty, he suddenly looked at His Majesty and rubbed his eyebrows, and said quietly: "I." There's a portrait for you to look at. ”

Fan Xian's heart swelled with countless thoughts, thinking of what Chen Pingping had said that the only portrait left by his mother was left in the palace!

At this moment, the door to the imperial study was pushed open. Gonggong Hou, who was familiar with Fan Xian, walked in with an anxious face and whispered something to His Majesty. Fan Xian's ear is outstanding, and he can hear it clearly. I couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that the imperial historians of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Court had too much money this time, right?

Sure enough, the emperor's face gradually became gloomy, he glanced at Fan Xian, waved his hand, and said: "Kneel at the palace gate and pick up the black yarn? The imperial history of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Court polluted the courtiers, did the affairs of the court in vain, abandoned political affairs, did not repent, invited the name to act in vain, and wore the court staff...... Thirty!"

Fan Xian saw the Son of Heaven angry for the first time, and couldn't help but feel a chill, the court staff is thirty, those imperial histories are not dead, and they will lose half their lives.

In fact, it was also the bad luck of these imperial historians, when His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo was about to do that big thing, but they interrupted his emotions, how can he be spared?

Outside the Shenhua Gate, on the bank of the Yushui River, in front of the arch bridge, on the wet stone slabs, several imperial historians were stripped of their official uniforms and pressed to the ground and beaten. The staff fell heavily and was slowly raised, and every time it fell, it would bring up a few traces of blood and water, and a few rains, and the scene was not bloody.

At this time, the civil officials who heard the news rushed back a little, looking at this miserable scene, they were anxious to enter the palace to admonish, and looked at Fan Xian, who was sent to watch the execution at the palace gate, and couldn't help but have a little more jealousy in their eyes. Today's incident, although it was the people of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who caused the first incident, but His Majesty actually used the court staff that had been stopped for several years for Fan Xian, and he couldn't help but have a clearer understanding of Fan Xian's status in His Majesty's heart.

Fan Xian stood beside Gonggong Hou, squinting at the scene in front of him, he didn't have the slightest sympathy for those imperial doctors, but his face was unbearable and said, "Father-in-law, tell your subordinates to be lighter." ”

Father-in-law Hou lowered his eyebrows and said: "Master Fan is kind-hearted, you have explained it before, how dare the old slave disobey, he has already confessed, at this time, he was miserable, but in fact, he didn't hurt his muscles and bones." ”

Fan Xian's eyes swept down, and he saw the eunuch's toes spread outward, knowing that this was a code of "playing with heart", he sighed slightly, and then stopped caring about this matter.

Not far from the two of them, the emperor's imperial envoy Zuodu, who had left a trace of face, turned pale and sat on the ground, although he did not receive the court staff, but he felt that these rods that fell on his subordinates were like a slap in the face. The family left behind by Fan Xian's father had a look of disdain on his face, holding rain gear in his hand, and looked at Lord Yushi of Zuodu, who had been fascinated for a long time.

Fan Xian walked over, waved his hand to disperse those family members, looked at Lai Yushi with a hint of pity and said, "Why are you involved in this matter?"

Imperial Envoy Lai didn't know how much Fan Xian knew, so he stayed where he was.

Fan Xian sighed, begged Gonggong Hou to stop the cane for a while, and went to the palace alone to plead with the saint. It's not that he can't look down on blood, and he doesn't want to let go of these imperial historians who dare to provoke him, but in front of those hundreds of officials in the court who can't bear it, he has to do it.

Fan Xian ran towards the palace, and at the same time thought hatefully in his heart, you, the emperor Laozi, want to use this court staff to push yourself against all the officials, I won't do it. The good character that you have worked hard for two years will lose if you are beaten by a few canes, and you will lose a lot!