Emperor Qingguo was actually waiting for Fan Xian's self-justification, he was going to fool around a few times at will, just fool this matter over, 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 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 thing was a little funny, and he was testing what this emperor could do for himself.

............ On the seventh day after the imperial history group wrote the book, Fan Xian came to the palace gate in a carriage, and when he got off the carriage, the officials of the Qi Nian group all guarded him to the middle, and the black and gray clothes, indifferent face, and tall body all showed 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 period of the court meeting, and His Majesty specially summoned Fan Xian into the palace to observe, and all the 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, and under the pretext that the weather was getting cold, they hid next to the palace gate cave.

At this time, on both sides of the royal road in the square, there were only five or six officials wearing crimson sè official uniforms, and Fan Xian's line of officials wearing black sè official uniforms of the Supervision Yuan, the two sides stood facing each other, but their eyes seemed to penetrate each other's ranks, shè towards the distant city outline, 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, but I really didn't find anything. My lord, most of these imperial histories of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Court are from poor families, and they have the most important reputation, this is the only place they can rely on, and even the concierge 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, thinking that Lord Tisi's "punch line" was really 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 were not greedy, what use could he be as the commander of the Supervision Yuan? The other party was a speech official, and it was impossible for him to send a few subordinates to assassinate him, in that case, no matter what the emperor Lao Tzu was, he would only 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 investigative ability of a place, and these people in front of him must be the real clean officials. But he also understood that the most terrible thing in the world was that the Qing officials rushed up to be your enemy! -- Thinking of this, he couldn't help but admire his young and beautiful mother-in-law, who was able to move these non-corrupt and corrupt clean officials, and 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 the essence of what he has hidden under the face of the poet, he is a corrupt official, and he is a long-sleeved and good dancing minister, and he has enough evidence in his own hands, but why has His Majesty not spoken? 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 Ming master, on the other hand, what does the Imperial Doctor do? It is to bear morality with iron shoulders and clear advice on iron bones, even if he dies? Just ask for the white bones to leave a lingering fragrance!

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 public opinion of the folk scholars has not been mobilized, and those talented people who have criticized the government in the market in previous years have shaken their heads again and again when they heard that they were going to impeach Fan Xian, 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, and finally was blasted out - no one believes at all, 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 made the officials guarding outside the palace shake up, 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 gates did not dare to let these powerful old adults get caught in 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, but only a few breaths of time, the large bluestone flat between the palace was suddenly wet, showing a trace of heavy black sè.

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, this official will impeach Master Fan to the end!"

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that this imperial historian was also in the bright place, smiled, and replied: "Yes, I just don't know if there is really a clan and nobles who bend the law, whether Lord Lai also has such a heroic spirit." ”

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, the lotus clothes were smooth and impermeable, and the black sè was still the same black sè.

And after the official uniforms of several imperial historians were wet by the heavy rain, Yan Sè gradually became heavier, and gradually approached Black Sè.

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 government were discussed, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to see the two people of Zuodu Yushi Lai Mingcheng and Fan Xian, the Supervisory 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, it has been played, please ask Your Majesty to quickly investigate this case, to purify the court, and to complain to the people!"

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 the defense...... The minister is guilty. ”

His Majesty said with a slight pause, and said: "Thinking that you have just entered the officialdom, Fan Jian is busy with official business, and Chen Pingping's old thing will not teach you this, so he spared you." Today, I announce 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 face suddenly sank, and he said word by word: "Then you are confessing?"

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. ”