Zhu Zaili didn't understand.

Why has even the most difficult thing like the conquest of Annan been done, but his father still has to be entangled in Emperor Taizu Gao's ancestral teachings that are not even included in "Huangming Ancestral Training".

In particular, Annan's proposal is closely related to Zhu Zaili.

It was precisely because after Zhu Zaili's birth that Jiajing sent Annan three times to report the good news, and Mo Dengyong was still overjoyed, that Jiajing seized the reason to initiate the Annan proposal.

In the palace, Jiajing, Huang Jin, and Teng Xiang were all stunned by Zhu Zaili's "faint monarch".

"You...... What do you say? ”

Jiajing stood up in disbelief.

Zhu Zaili seemed to have reached the rebellious period, staring at Jiajing without admitting defeat.

"Faint."

"You are presumptuous! Do you really think that I will not dare to abolish you? ”

Unexpectedly, Zhu Zaili directly took off the wing crown on his head.

"What's the point of being a prince who is spurned by all the people?"

Huang Jin knelt on the ground in horror and hugged Zhu Zaili tightly.

"Your Highness, you can't talk to your father like that."

"The slave begs Your Highness, you can sue your father."

Zhang Zuo was also terrified and carried the Yishan crown that Zhu Zaili had taken off.

"The monarch is angry, the prince is confused for a while."

Zhu Zaili ripped off the jade belt in his hand and kicked away Huang Jin who was blocking him.

"Whether it's out of the country of Beijing, or the poisonous wine Bai Aya, the son will return to Qingning Palace to wait for the edict."

A teenager at this age is full of expectations for the future.

It's just that one day, the boy suddenly realized that what he had sworn to do was almost done.

But just when he was about to kick the door, he was inexplicably given up and even made the situation more and more erosive.

What chilled Zhu Zaili's heart the most was that person was his father who he had always been proud of, and at this time Zhu Zaili had only one thought in his mind.

Ning Shi didn't scold wrong, his father was a faint king.

Don't wait for everyone to come to their senses.

Zhu Zaili had already brushed his sleeves away and left the West Garden.

"The emperor is angry."

Huang Jin and Zhang Zuo knelt in front of Jiajing.

Looking at the Yishan crown and jade belt thrown down by Zhu Zaili on the ground, Jiajing suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

That was the powerlessness he felt when he entered Beijing alone to face Yang Tinghe.

"The Emperor."

Jiajing squeezed out a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying.

"I'm fine, didn't I want to go back to Anlu like this kid when I was young, kid...... Stand down, and let me be quiet. ”

Huang Jin and Zhang Zuo glanced at each other, and then withdrew from the West Garden with their heads down.

Since the official canonization of the crown prince in the eighteenth year of Jiajing, the discussion of Annan was set off by Xia Yan under the command of Jiajing.

The fire in the palace, Xia Yan's backlash, and the palace people's stabbing did not make Jiajing feel so powerless.

Power has always been an outwardly attractive fruit.

When you really bite the first bite, you will taste the bitterness of this fruit, but when you taste this bite, it will be too late to regret it.

Jiajing didn't know how long he had been sitting in the palace, only the two lion cats were with Jiajing, and when Lu Bing walked into the palace, it was already dark outside.

"Father."

Jiajing, who was sitting on the dragon chair in a daze, raised his head.

"Wenfu? But what's going on in the city? ”

Lu Bing bowed slightly.

"Zhan Rong, hanged himself in the Imperial Prison."

Hearing this news, Jiajing's heart sank again.

"Did you find out?"

"It should be self-hanging, and there is a letter from Zhan Rong to the monarch's father."

Jiajing raised his head suspiciously, and took the letter from Lu Bing's hand.

"In the twenty-seventh year of Wei Jiajing, Zhan Rong, the dung minister of the Ministry of War, bowed to His Majesty the Emperor again......"

"The sin of the ministers and the Fujian officials, even if the inch is not enough to taste, but the minister was born in the land of the extreme south of the miasma, the nine sides of the history deeply feel that today's world or since Yao Shun has not changed for three thousand years in front of the eyes, the value of the eventful autumn court and field affairs need to be strong, the ministers have been more than 20 years, the ministers know the emperor's heart, Your Majesty knows the ministers, it is already the grace of heaven, although there is no regret now, but the Fujian officials can still be used, only hope that Your Majesty will focus on the artifact society, and the officials of the Fujian people will be in danger for a while. The honor of the pen. ”

Jiajing muttered thoughtfully in a low voice:

"Nothing has changed in 3,000 years...... What hasn't changed in 3,000 years? ”

It's never hard to be aware of a crisis.

What is really difficult is how to seize that opportunity in a crisis.

Looking at Jiajing, who was stunned, Lu Bing's voice also sounded again.

"Father, Zhan Rong has all recognized it."

"The change in Renyin Palace is Zhan Rong's collusion with Xia Yan, the first assistant of the cabinet, Xia Yan sent people to collude with Empress Xiaolie to plot to kill the monarch, fortunately, the monarch's father Chengtian protected the concubine before framing Concubine Duan to confuse the holy hearing."

Looking at the confession drawn by Zhan Rong in front of him, Jiajing couldn't help but sigh.

"Zhan Qing knows me."

The exhausted Jiajing sat down on the dragon chair and said leisurely: "Submit it to the cabinet for discussion." ”

Empress Xiaolie took away all the feuds, the Marquis of Anping abolished, Fang Chengyu died, Xia Yan was dead, and Concubine Cao Duan was posthumously crowned as Empress Xiaogong, everything fell into place, and what Jiajing wanted was these.

When the cabinet seal arrived at Changzhou Mansion, Concubine Cao Duan's biological father looked at the court's seal and repeatedly thanked him for his title.

That night, the Cao clan gathered at Cao Cha's house and burned incense paper to comfort the dead.

After the death of Concubine Cao Duan, the "Xiangnan Hall", which was built with golden silk nanmu because of the homophony with "Xiangnan", finally waited for the belated justice.

The little-known Changzhou Cao family in the past is already a wealthy family on the Weiran side.

As for Zhan Rong on the other end, he naturally copied the family, but the Jinyiwei who copied the family did not act until after the spring of the following year.

However, Jiajing did not embarrass the Zhan family too much, and allowed his fellow villagers to be buried.

Zhan Rong's corpse was collected by Zhou Liang and other Fujian people.

The parents of Zhou Liang and others are the first generation of Haili in Fujian.

Although there has never been a shortage of people in Fujian who have gone overseas since ancient times, it is as if there is an inexhaustible mountain of gold and silver from their parents.

Most of them remember the hardships of their childhood.

Therefore, they are more cannibalistic than Tao, Xie and other children, and they don't understand why so many people have to die when they can go abroad to make money generously.

But now they understand that the price is much heavier than they thought.

The conscience is draining.

Zhou Liang could only tell himself over and over again in his heart.

"When the children and grandchildren are older, it won't be like that."

When the coffin left the city, it didn't attract too much attention, but when some Fujian businessmen met Zhou Liang and others, their eyes would have some ripples that were different from others.

After the coffin passed through the Shili Pavilion, it was a little dark, and Zhan Rong's coffin turned around directly and disappeared on the official road.

Before the white laying of the word.

The gray-haired elder in a Confucian shirt jumped off the horse, gritted his teeth and scolded Weng Siyuan in the team.

"Rebel, don't kneel down yet!"

Weng Siyuan fell to the ground with a "poof", and Weng Wanda, who was supposed to be the chief producer of Xuanfu, also hated that iron could not become steel, raised the horsewhip in his hand and whipped it on Weng Siyuan's shoulder.

"Evil barrier, when did the old man teach you to open the sea?!"

"How can you put your beak in such a vertical position?! Are you worthy of the spirit of Horn Mountain in the sky? Do you know how many people are living in Fujian and Guangzhou, and they will die because of you?! ”

The whip whipped down and "snapped" and "snapped" on Weng Siyuan's body, but Zhou Liang and the others knew that Weng Wanda was not only scolding Weng Siyuan, but everyone they were present.

Tao Shixian, who was standing behind Weng Wanda, held three pillars of high incense and inserted it into the incense burner amid the sound of the horsewhip.

"Yu has already purchased the beautiful house of the good land in Dayuan, his wife is a villager, and Zhan Gong should not read it."

Hokkien vernacular.

"Big" and "Taiwan" have the same sound.

"Member" and "Bay" are homophonic.