Fan Li only used three or two sentences to resolve the other party's sowing discord.

Prince Wanli was still smiling, but his eyes were a little colder.

Actually, he was tempting.

The original purpose was to weigh the weight of competitors.

Now, Prince Wanli probably understands.

The Holy Lord of Jinde, who was most worried when he came, although he had a Mahayana realm cultivation, his mind was very simple.

Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, and Zhou Yu are all geniuses and resolute as rumored!

Only Fan Li...... Seems a little more cunning than rumored?

"Teacher." Prince Wanli said softly.

Behind him, a middle-aged man dressed in Confucian clothes walked out.

Although he did not wear the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty, his long beard and beautiful hair were easily recognizable, and he was Zhang Juzheng.

"Is there something wrong with the prince?"

Zhang Juzheng bowed slightly.

He was once a prince lecturer, responsible for teaching Wanli to practice Confucianism and Taoism, so he had the title of master and apprentice.

"Teacher thinks, is it possible for Lone to surrender Fan Li?" Prince Wanli asked.

When Zhang Juzheng heard this, his eyes widened in shock!

Da Ming is still the strongest in the world on the surface, but the court is full of Yan Song's henchmen, which can be described as rotten and gloomy.

In the future, when Prince Wanli ascends the throne, he will inevitably be a son of heaven and a courtier, and he will cut off all the Yan Song and his party.

At that time, I don't know how many official positions will be vacated, waiting for new people to fill them.

Especially the Cabinet, especially the Shosuke Throne!

Zhang Juzheng secretly complained in his heart.

"Why did the prince love Fan Li when he first saw him?"

"Thinking about the [Three Emperors Alliance], His Majesty also wooed Fan Li and promised him to enter the cabinet to pay respects."

"Pity me for decades of conscientious work for Daming, and finally climbed into the cabinet, but I am only at the bottom, serving tea and pouring water for Yan Song and Teacher Xu every day."

"Why does Fan Li have the weight of my two generations of kings of the Ming Dynasty?"

It's really not that Zhang Juzheng is narrow-minded, but he has been working hard in the Ming officialdom for decades, and Fan Li has the official status that he finally earned, but Fan Li has it at his fingertips?

How can this keep him from being depressed and sad?

"Why doesn't the teacher speak?"

"Could it be that the teacher suspects that Gu's ability is not enough to subdue Fan Li?"

Prince Wanli chuckled.

"Teacher, don't forget, before leaving Beijing this time, the first assistant and the second assistant both wrote a letter of allegiance to Lone."

Yan Song and Xu Jie did vote for the letter of loyalty, and it was written by themselves.

Zhang Juzheng heard this, but shook his head helplessly.

The prince in front of him is indeed born an emperor and is amazingly talented, but he has a big problem: pride!

With Emperor Jiajing's creation and participation in the work, he will definitely break through to the realm of tribulation within a hundred years.

Once the catastrophe is crossed, whether it is successful or not, the Ming Dynasty will be handed over to the Prince of Wanli to inherit.

The two elders quietly wrote him a letter of allegiance, which was just a basic operation.

Wanli regards this as his personality charm, and he is overconfident.

"Whoever the prince wants to recruit, it's probably no problem."

Zhang Juzheng doesn't like to pat on the back, so he only smacks it down, and his words turn sharply.

"But please don't forget the prince, the minister has read Fan Li's "Teacher Table" for you......"

Hearing the words 'teacher table', Prince Wanli was also silent.

can write such an inspiring article, which shows the heart of loyalty, and wants the other party to turn his back on the enemy and join the enemy, how is it possible?

Prince Wanli finally put away his confident smile.

He looked at Fan Li in the distance and said in a regretful tone: "It's a pity that it can't be used by me." The Yunmeng Mountain in front of him is the place where his bones are buried. ”

Zhang Juzheng gasped!

The emperor's scheming is really cold-blooded and ruthless!

I still wanted to recruit Fan Li just now, but now I have murderous intentions?

"Yes." Zhang Juzheng can only regret, but he will never dissuade him.

Even he felt that Fan Li was still dead.

Otherwise, when the Ming Dynasty unifies the world, if Fan Li is reused, won't he add an opponent to himself?

……

Thundered~~~~~!!!

Suddenly!

Yunmeng Mountain made a loud noise, and the earth trembled, startling countless birds and beasts.

Originally, there was a mist in Yunmeng Mountain.

At this moment, people looked at it and found that the silky white mist was actually a layer of enchantment.

At the foot of the mountain to the south, where everyone gathered, the white mist dissipated slightly, revealing a winding mountain road.

Deep in the mountains, there was another singing.

After only a moment, I could see that an old Confucian was making a song.

"Heaven and earth are repeatedly on fire, and the building will collapse and it will be difficult to support a tree."

"In ancient times, there were virtuous people who wanted to vote for the Lord, but the Lord of the Ming Dynasty sought the Virtuous but didn't know my ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

And all the people listened to the singing, and each had his own thoughts.

Zhuge Liang said with a smile: "It's a good song to seek talents, and it has the ambition to turn the tide, which is quite rare." ”

Guo Jia also smiled: "If you have high ambitions, you still need real materials." ”

Zhou Yu agreed, and also said: "It's easy to sing, but it's difficult to help the community." Although this person has great ambitions, he may not have really tasted the hardships of single-tree support. Anyway, I'm not in the mood to make a song. ”

After the three finished speaking, they looked at each other, feeling like they were drinking and confidant.

Fan Li saw the person coming clearly, but the expression on his face gradually became strange. "This is it?"

"Look, teacher!" Prince Wanli pointed at Lao Ru excitedly. "Could it be that he is Guiguzi, knowing that this prince came to Yunmeng Mountain in person and took the initiative to go down the mountain to take refuge?"

The corners of Zhang Juzheng's mouth twitched, and his heart said how could it be possible?

Who is Guiguzi?

Back then, the first generation of Guiguzi refused the solicitation of the Taizu of the Chu, Han, and Ming Kingdoms, and broke through the realm and flew to the immortal realm in one fell swoop, which shows his character.

Guigu has been passed down from generation to generation, no matter how poor this generation of Guiguzi is, it is impossible to recommend himself as a song, as if he is afraid that he will not be wanted?

"His Royal Highness the Prince, there is an urgent desire for an official in the voice of the minister's singing." Zhang Juzheng reminded in a low voice: "Is Guiguzi a mediocre person who covets fame and fortune? ”

"So, he's not Guiguzi?"

Prince Wanli came back to his senses, only to feel that he was being played by the person who sang, and his face suddenly became ugly.

The person who came was indeed not Guiguzi, he was Cheng Yichuan.

Mr. Yichuan returned to Yunmeng Mountain in embarrassment, and although he met with his teacher Guiguzi, he was ordered to guard the mountain gate, and only waited for the envoys from various countries to gather, and then opened the mountain gate to let them in.

"I think I finally got among the great Confucians, but the teacher only asked me to watch the door?"

"Yunmeng Mountain is not a place to stay for a long time."

"Writing a song also allows envoys from all over the world to see my talent."

Mr. Ikawa thought it was beautiful.

When he walked out of the fog barrier, he expected these forces to throw an olive branch to him.

However, the dream is beautiful, but the truth is cruel.

Mr. Ikawa was surprised to find that he had been thinking hard for a long time, and finally made a good song that rhymed and was catchy, and no one seemed to appreciate it?

The envoys of Wei, Han, and Wu only looked themselves up and down a few times before retracting their gaze.

On Daming's side, there was a vast team of thousands of people, led by young people wearing bright yellow clothes, obviously the dragon and phoenix blood of the Zhu family, but they glared at themselves with an angry expression? !

"Strange!"

"The old man has been studying for many years, but he has never been to Daming, let alone offended the nobles of Daming."

"I don't know if it's a prince or a prince, but he seems to have some misunderstanding about the old man?"

"That's it, Daming doesn't want an old man, the old man goes to work in another family...... Forehead??? ”

Mr. Ikawa finally saw a familiar figure.

Da Chu Jin Gong Fan Li was looking at Cheng Yichuan who came to sing with an expression of appreciating the monkey play.

(End of chapter)