Bang bang sound of kowtow resounded in the vast palace, and within a short while, hemoglobin appeared on the forehead of Zuodu Censor Lai Mingcheng.
The emperor glanced at him with some disgust, waved his hand to let the guards cross him, then glanced at Fan Xian lightly, and said, "Fan Tisi, you are in the Overwatch Council, and you have great privileges stipulated by the law. You must be more careful, and you must not lose my face."
It was rare to find such an opportunity to make peace, and of course His Majesty the wise would not let it go, and waved his hand to stop Fan Xian's request. Knowing this, the eunuch announced loudly that the court meeting had ended.
Fan Xian sighed in his heart, knowing that His Majesty could not be too partial to himself in this matter.
He was still not satisfied, but the ministers already deeply felt His Majesty's protection for the Fan family boy. On the way back from the Taiji Palace, all the ministers came up to express their comfort to him. At this time, the ministers seemed to have become the enemies of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, demoting each other to a mess.
Fan Xian responded with wry smiles one by one, seeing his father hunched over and walking towards the square in an old-fashioned way, his heart moved, and he hurried forward to help him. The officials looked at the father and son from behind, and couldn't help but praised it repeatedly. It is really a good story that the father and son are officials in the same dynasty, and the scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety appears in the palace.
Fan Shangshu found his arms tightened, turned his head and saw his son coming to support him, he couldn't help but sighed with a wry smile: "Anzhi, Anzhi, why don't you settle down?"
Fan Xian was also full of grievances, who would have thought that Xinyang would always stare at him relentlessly.
When they came to the gate of the palace, a young eunuch ran over quietly, delivered His Majesty's oral order, and dragged Fan Xian to the harem at a trot. Fan Shangshu glanced at his son's back with a complicated expression, and suddenly felt that although this boy had been pretending to be calm and steady all year round, he still showed a frivolity in his bones when he trotted, which was quite different from the solemn and oppressive atmosphere in the palace. Something doesn't fit.
A colleague came from behind, Fan Shangshu's eyes immediately changed to Gujing Wubo, smiled slightly, and walked out of the palace with the officials. Today's rain had stopped long ago, but the open space in front of the palace was still soaked in puddles of water. The censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate were already drenched, but they were still kneeling stubbornly on the wet ground. After the court meeting, the censor also knelt upright in front of those people, took off his black gauze hat, and held it on his left chest.
Seeing this scene, the ministers realized that the matter was still not over. Madam Shu stepped forward to comfort him a few words, but when he found it was ineffective, he shook his head and left. But more adults hurried back to the house in a carriage, knowing that this matter would become more and more troublesome, it would be safer for them to stay away.
Only Fan Shangshu stood in front of this group of people for a while, and then ordered the guards in his mansion to fetch umbrellas for these royal officials, and wait by the side, because no one knows whether it will rain or not .
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Led by the little eunuch, he trotted all the way, passed through several palace walls, and came outside the imperial study room. The little eunuch was already panting from exhaustion. Fan Xian thought about it, and the luck of his true energy made his complexion a little rosy.
He entered the emperor's study room a little restlessly, followed the little eunuch's instructions, and carefully stood beside the emperor's soft couch. After a while, a cloth curtain next to the study moved slightly, and the emperor, who had changed into ordinary clothes, walked in. Seeing Fan Xian with a calm expression and a flash of excitement in his eyes, His Majesty waved his hand to signal him not to be too formal.
So Fan Xian really was a bachelor without kneeling down to salute, took the embroidered pier brought over by the little eunuch, and sat on it obediently.
Today's imperial study room is much quieter than that day, only the emperor and him are left, so the situation is a bit strange. Fan Xian's face was calm, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart, because the conjecture was just a conjecture. Although Chen Pingping's words and many details in this life had already confirmed this conjecture—but if the emperor really clarified this conjecture after a while... - What should I do
Just when Fan Xian felt more and more that the emperor was about 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 directly.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from Fan Xian's forehead. He knew that he had been a little self-indulgent before, and he also knew that it was impossible for him to hide the matter of receiving the bank notes through the Liu family from the Majesty in front of him. He stood up and seriously Said: "Long live, because I am in charge of the Overwatch Council, I need a cashier's ticket."
"Oh?" The emperor seemed a little curious about his next words.
"To really monitor officials, you must first integrate into the officialdom, like the one in the Overwatch Council that was cold and cold. Although you can rely on a huge spy system to effectively monitor the officials in Beijing, but It's like looking at flowers in a fog, you can't always see clearly, and you can't figure out the most critical transactions in the Beijing official system." Fan Xian carefully explained: "If you want to monitor officials, you have to become an official yourself."
He smiled wryly and continued: "Long live, I also know that I have lived in Danzhou for a long time..." When he said this, he lowered his head, but he could feel the slight reaction of the emperor when he heard this sentence.
"... After entering Beijing, the changes have been too great. At first, I was just a minister, but now I have to take over such a heavy power of the Overwatch Council. Apart from feeling uneasy, I often think that I am actually separated from the officials, and it is extremely difficult to integrate into the court. middle."
Before he could continue to speak, 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 won't be able to fool those crows. These methods are really a bit tricky." Childish. As long as you are loyal to the country, who else would dare to make things difficult for you? Don’t forget Zhu Ge’s lessons learned from the past. At first, that guy wanted to get into the officialdom in Beijing, but unexpectedly he got in, but he couldn’t get up again.”
Fan Xian knew that the emperor was repeatedly reminding him to be a lonely minister, and he felt a little disgusted, but there was no change on his face, he just smiled and said, "Long live, there are people who make things difficult for the minister..."
The eunuch who was holding the dust whisk at the side trembled, thinking that Mr. Fan's words were out of place, and seemed a little arrogant. No matter how much the emperor loved this young courtier, he might lose his temper. Even the prince was respectful and fearful in front of His Majesty, how could anyone speak like Fan Xian
To the eunuch's surprise, His Majesty looked 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 meddle too much."
Fan Xian was startled, knowing that His Majesty fully understood that the background of the Metropolitan Procuratorate's letter was related to Xinyang, but why did he still suppress himself and not let him do it? He was really unwilling. Just when he was about to add some eye drops to His Majesty, he suddenly looked at His Majesty and rubbed the center of his brows, and said quietly: "Zhen, there is a portrait for you to take a look at."
Fan Xian had countless thoughts, thinking of Chen Pingping saying that the only portrait left by his mother was left in the palace!
At this moment, the door of the imperial study was pushed open, and Eunuch Hou, who was familiar with Fan Xian, walked in anxiously, and whispered something to His Majesty. Fan Xian's ear was so good that he heard it clearly earlier, he couldn't help being greatly surprised, thinking that the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate have paid 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? This is an admonition for my stupidity, so I will show them my stupidity once. Tell them my will." , the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate corrupted the courtiers, arbitrarily engaged in court affairs, neglected political affairs, did not think about repentance, invited fame and acted recklessly, and held the court staff... Thirty!"
It was the first time Fan Xian saw the emperor getting angry, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of chill. The imperial staff was thirty, those censors were not dead, and they would lose half their lives.
In fact, these censors were too unlucky. When His Majesty the Emperor Qing was about to do that big event, he was interrupted by them. How could he forgive him
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Outside the Shenhua Gate, beside the Yushui River, in front of the arch bridge, on the wet stone slabs, several royal officials were stripped of their official uniforms, pinned to the ground and beaten. The court stick fell heavily, and was slowly raised again. Every time it fell, there would be blood and water, and the rain would rain heavily. The scene was bloody.
At this time, the civil servants who had heard the news rushed back again. Seeing this miserable scene, they rushed into the palace to persuade them, and looked at Fan Xian who was sent to watch the execution at the gate of the palace, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes - Although the people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate were the first to cause trouble today, His Majesty actually used the court staff that had been suspended for several years for Fan Xian. It is inevitable that he has a clearer understanding of Fan Xian's position in His Majesty's heart.
Fan Xian stood beside Eunuch Hou, squinting his eyes at the scene in front of him, he didn't have the slightest sympathy for those imperial censors, but he said with a look of impatience: "Eunuch, tell your subordinates to be more lenient. "
Eunuch Hou lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Master Fan is kind, you have explained to me earlier, how dare this old servant refuse to obey, you have already told me, the beating is miserable at this time, in fact, no bones are hurt."
Fan Xian glanced down and saw the eunuch's toes splayed outwards. Knowing that this was the signal to "beat with heart", he sighed slightly and ignored the matter.
Not far from the two of them, the Imperial Envoy of Zuodu, who had been spared by the emperor, looked pale and sat on the ground. Although he did not receive the imperial staff, he felt that the staff's responsibilities fell on his subordinates, like a slap in the face. He slapped himself in the face. The servant Fan Xian's father left behind had a look of scorn on his face, holding an umbrella, and looked at the ecstasy of Mr. Zuodu Yushi.
Fan Xian walked over, waved away those family servants, looked at Lai Yushi with a little pity and said, "Why are you involved in this matter?"
Lai Yushi didn't know how much Fan Xian knew, so he stayed where he was.
Fan Xian sighed, and desperately begged Eunuch Hou to temporarily suspend his staff and go into the palace alone to intercede with the Holy Majesty. It's not that he can't see the bloodshed, nor does he want to let these censors who dare to tease him go, but in front of those court officials who are showing unbearable expressions, he has to do so.
As Fan Xian ran to the palace, he thought bitterly in his heart, you, the emperor, want to use this court stick to push yourself against all the officials, but I won't do it. If the good character that you have worked so hard to accumulate for two years is lost by you with a few court sticks, I will be at a big loss!