Yang Rong naturally didn't know what it meant to be not on an errand in the imperial court, but to be thrown into the Changfu by His Majesty as a housekeeper.

However, Yang Rong's nature is not to fight, not to fight, to be at peace with what happens, and to salute and receive orders directly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Seeing that Yang Rong was not in a hurry or impatient, Lao Zhu liked it more and more, nodded frequently, and said a few more words,

"Do it well, this is what our eldest grandson is most worried about."

Then, Lao Zhu didn't go any deeper into this topic, and looked at the eldest person among the three Yangs,

"Hmm... Shiqi. ”

According to Lao Zhu's arrangement of Yang Shiqi, Yang Shiqi's promotion path is linear, first spent a few years working hard to become a waiter in the Ministry of Rites, and then boiled his qualifications to become a scholar in the Ministry of Rites, which is also the end.

Judging from Lao Zhu, Yang Shiqi's ceiling is here,

One of the six Shangshu, a proper second-grade master, this position is not low.

However, looking at Yang Shiqi now, Lao Zhu has a strange feeling,

Damn, why does this Yang Shiqi seem to have raised a notch?

This made Lao Zhu a little overwhelmed.

"Your Majesty, Wechen is here."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said slowly,

"Well, tell us about it,

What does it mean that you are not on an errand for the court this time, but are going to be an errand for the beggars. ”

Yang Rong and Yang Pu's bodies stiffened, and although there was no wave in the ancient well when they heard His Majesty's words, they could still hear some of the blame.

Thinking about it, the court wore the three grades of the official mansion and went to Jiangnan to be a helper, no matter how you say it, you can't say it, isn't this a smear on the face of the court?

But the other two Yang didn't dare to open their mouths to help Brother Yang argue a few words,

Yang Shiqi paused,

Zhu Yuanzhang's questioning was naturally not to ask Yang Shiqi to talk about his fantasy beggar gang experience, nor to blame him for smearing the face of the court.

It's about knowing what Yang Shiqi saw through this experience....

Yang Shiqi couldn't figure out the sacred heart, so he stepped forward and saluted, and said bluntly,

"Your Majesty, from the perspective of Weichen, being an errand for Your Majesty is no different from being an errand for beggars."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, a smile flashed in the dragon's eyes, but his face was dark, and his voice couldn't help but be a little heavier.

"Oh? You're saying we're no different from that beggar?! ”

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice shook the newcomers Yang Rong and Yang Pu in the officialdom, and Yang Qiang resisted the urge to kneel, but he still couldn't control his hands from cold and trembling.

Eryang's psychological quality is not so fragile, although it has not yet reached the point where Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, but it was impossible to be frightened like this by people other than Hong Wuye.

It's hard to describe, it's like a flock seeing a wolf, the kind of fear that seeps out of every cell caught by predators.

What's more, Hong Wuye is not a wolf, he is a dragon above all the beasts.

Spanning the Central Plains for decades, turning over the hands for the clouds, covering the hands for the rain, countless heroes are brilliant, and they can only be dotted like stars.

Zhu Yuanzhang's round of great life is endless.

Therefore, I really don't blame Er Yang for being scared, whoever comes is numb.

Yang Shiqi's face was pale, but at least he could speak fluently, if he couldn't even speak at this time, it would really make His Majesty angry.

"Your Majesty, Wechen originally thought that the White Sect was a sect with bad intentions, but after Wechen became the leader of the gang by mistake, he found out.

The White Sect is all poor people,

There is a lonely old lady who has died of his wife and children, there are orphans and widows who were cruelly left behind by a flood, and there are old farmers who are still looking for their old mother with broken arms and legs.... They're miserable! ”

Yang Shiqi's eyes were red, but he forgot for a moment that this was the essence of the world, as if he had returned to the ruins that had been ravaged by the flood, and there were a pair of painful eyes in front of him.

The silence in the Fengtian Hall is abnormal, Yang Rong, Yang Pu... Even Zhu Yuanzhang on the dragon chair couldn't help but hold his breath.

They also seemed to see that the fragile and small figures were knocked to the ground by waves of big waves, and when they stood up again, they were already alone.

Yang Shiqi's voice choked and continued,

"Your Majesty, they have no meaning in living, they are bored to live,

They have no choice, they can only pin their lives on the ethereal Dragon King,

They can only say that they will suffer in this life and enjoy happiness in the next.

They can't do anything but shout so weakly...

But, Ke Weichen knows, where did he come from in the afterlife?

Weichen couldn't bear to break their last thoughts, so he could only continue to make up nonsense, and then lie to them, more and more people believed in it, until now... Even Wechen didn't know what to do.

Weichen regards the king as a father, and the people as a father,

This is no different in the eyes of Wechen,

Far from being ashamed of this experience, Wechen is grateful for it!

Even if His Majesty punishes, Weichen will say,

No regrets. ”

Yang Shiqi's voice fell, but like the Honglu Bell, it formed ripples in the Fengtian Palace, this mantra kept going, and the ripples became bigger and bigger.

Cover the Fengtian Temple, cover the Yingtian Mansion, cover the entire Central Plains....

Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer.

Between the pitches, can there be a way to save the people?

Yang Shiqi couldn't see the road in front of him clearly, but he seemed to vaguely see a few figures in front of him, and it seemed that His Royal Highness the Holy Sun was walking the right way.

His Royal Highness the Holy Sun is surrounded by His Majesty, Niangniang, Zhu Yunxi, Xia Yuanji, and His Royal Highnesses.... They cut thorns along the way, and they fought bravely.

Although this road is difficult to walk, as long as you walk with people in the same way, it is interesting.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

The avenue is in front of you, and you can lift your feet.

Yang Shiqi has also found his own way.

Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed the dragon chair with trembling hands, and got up slowly, his eyes were already red.

He didn't mean to blame Yang Shiqi,

What about Yang Shiqi as a beggar? We're going to fuck for ten years!

What about Yang Shiqi's joining the church? We're fucking in the White Lotus Sect early!

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted Yang Shiqi to say that, but even Lao Zhu didn't expect that what Yang Shiqi said would be so inciting.

Lao Zhu was slightly stunned, it turned out that this was the side he didn't see in Yang Shiqi, and it was no wonder that it was not someone else who became the leader of the White Sect of tens of thousands of people in the Jiangnan Sect, but Yang Shiqi.

The incitement and influence are truly astonishing.

Zhu Yuanzhang's mood is extremely uncomfortable now, he has been sitting in the palace for too long, Zhu Yuanzhang has a rare empathy for the people,

But as the folds were put in front of Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, hundreds of people became cold casualties, and Zhu Yuanzhang became more and more difficult to imagine what the people were like now.

But Yang Shiqi's words are extremely picturesque, a picture of hell slowly opens, natural disasters are incomprehensible, but man-made disasters can be avoided.

Now everyone in the Ming Dynasty has enough food, and the country and the people are safe, which is enough to beat the prosperity of any previous dynasty, but Lao Zhu has no face to say that the Ming Dynasty is prosperous.

Because, it is still too far from the prosperous era described by the eldest grandson.

Zhu Yuanzhang asked himself,

Are we doing our best?