Fang Jifan returned to the mansion.

He seemed to be holding Jizhu.

However, Zhu Houzhao was already in Zhenguo Mansion, waiting anxiously for Fang Jifan.

As soon as he saw Fang Jifan come back, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked, "Lao Fang, how about it?"

Fang Jifan naturally knew Zhu Houzhao's nature. This kind of thing naturally made him feel burned. He couldn't help but smile at him: "Your Majesty was angry at first, but after being moved by me and reasoned, he finally understood the interests. He had made up his mind to let us do it."

Zhu Houzhao applauded.

"Great, I know that when dealing with my father, I should kill first and then report. But... I have a question, my father is a saint, what am I?" Zhu Houzhao stared at Fang Jifan with wide eyes, with doubts in his eyes, but for a moment he seemed to figure it out and said with a smile.

"Lao Fang, you should let Li Chaowen add a sub-saint to the dog. The father is a saint, and this palace is a sub-saint, and you are the three saints."

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao strangely and said to himself, if it were the Three Saints, then it should not be called the Three Saints, but the Dasha, Ersha and Sansha.

The cause of the incident comes from the Statistics Department.

The Statistics Department goes deep into various prefectures and counties to count local data, and the information they come from is also varied.

One of the biggest problems is that there are still a large number of conservative and conservative forces in the local area.

The theory of Neo-Confucianism has been passed down for so many years, but how could it be wiped out in one go?

Over the years, new scholars have gradually gained the upper hand in the capital, Jiangnan, Jiaozhi, Baoding and other areas, but in many places, there are still many stubborn scholars.

They have the largest number, but... they are not worth worrying.

Because they were a mess.

After all, they failed the imperial examinations, so there was a little money to ask for. Well, they were all treasure money issued by Xishan.

Therefore, they seemed to have done nothing except scolding them in the local area.

But Fang Jifan still had some precautions against them.

Because this group of people with loose sand is powerful and may be revived at any time.

What they lack now is just a backbone, and in the hearts of these scholars, they also need a backbone.

It is precisely because of this that some people with other intentions take the opportunity to constantly brew and spread rumors and cause trouble, saying that the saint is about to come out.

The so-called saint emerges is essentially many stubborn scholars. They need a saint to appear to lead everyone and defend their values.

Since the previous year, such rumors have been around. Obviously, someone behind the scenes are fanning the flames. It has lasted for two years. The news of the birth of a saint has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. What Fang Jifan has to do is to knock these guys down and completely cut off their thoughts.

Therefore... from the beginning, from Li Chaowen, to increasing the intensity of rumors, attracting the attention of the court, and now receiving the support of His Majesty, all of this was planned.

The purpose is to force the people behind it to surface.

Secondly, they cut off their thoughts.

When Zhu Houzhao saw Fang Jifan, he couldn't help scratching his head: "Forget it, this sub-saint, it's fine if you don't do it, why are you doing it with a stern face?" As he said, Zhu Houzhao's face showed stubbornness and said dissatisfied.

"Hmph, this is because I am not an emperor. If I am an emperor, I will designate myself as the Jade Emperor and the King of Yama to unify the three realms. What is a saint? You are still too imaginative. At that time, I will give you the Bima Wen. Wouldn't it be a good place to raise horses for me?"

Zhu Houzhao could really do this.

Fang Jifan did not respond, but hugged Zhu Houzhao: "At that time, I will go to the Jinzhou to be a vassal, and take charge of his own land. His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, was not me who left cruelly, but tens of thousands of relatives were there, and I couldn't feel at ease. I am a person who values ​​feelings. In the past few days, I have dreamed of them. In the dream, they all sang songs, crossed the vast ocean, arrived in the Jinzhou happily, and lived happily together."

Zhu Houzhao gave Fang Jifan a blank look and told the truth very mercilessly.

"In ten years, half of them will die, and I will chop off my head."

Fang Jifan was heartbroken, covering his heart, looking like he was hurt.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is so cruel. How can you say such cruel words? Besides, people will die, either from poverty, or from swords and diseases. The people of our old Fang family are not afraid of death, but are afraid of poverty. If you don't believe Your Highness, go and inquire."

Zhu Houzhao slapped his head: "Speaking serious things, Lao Fang, the question now is, how can we prove that the father is a saint, and... the people in the world can still believe it? Since you have made a guarantee, what's the use if you can't convince people?"

This is the key to the problem.

A saint is nothing, and the Jade Emperor is nothing.

The problem is that someone must believe Li Chaowen's words. Otherwise, people only think that Li Chaowen is just flattering and being instructed by His Majesty. What's the point of this...?

Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Look soon, Your Highness will know. At that time, His Highness will have a broad vision."

Zhu Houzhao still wants to know the answer.

But Fang Jifan refused to say that he died, which made him a little depressed.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but pat his shoulder and comforted him.

"Your Highness, don't worry, let's see who will jump out then."

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A series of impeachment memorials finally appeared.

Most of them are from Nanjing.

Even if the people in Beijing think that His Majesty is a saint, it is ridiculous, most of them dare not speak out.

After all, most people know that Fang Jifan and Li Chaowen have a close relationship, and everyone has seen what kind of person Fang Jifan is. Although they laughed at this in private, they dare not say it out loud.

But the impeachment memorial sent by Nanjing Kuaima is different.

There were two teams in the Ming Dynasty.

One is in the capital, and the other is in Nanjing.

For example, in the capital, there are the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Personnel. In Nanjing, there are also the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War. The ranks of both sides are equivalent.

The ministers of the six ministries in Nanjing were stationed in Nanjing and their power was not as good as those of the six ministries in the capital, but their ranks were the same.

This time, there was a big fuss in Nanjing, probably because most people think this is nonsense.

These impeachment memorials almost all pointed out one problem, that is, the lessons learned from the previous emperors of Chenghua.

When the Chenghua Emperor was still alive, he believed in these Taoists. These Taoists even directly enthroned official positions and allowed them to enter and exit the palace freely. Emperor Chenghua even enthroned himself with the immortal title, making the government a mess, which was a rage for heaven and people.

And now, is Your Majesty trying to follow the example of the Chenghua Emperor?

Therefore, he begged the emperor to immediately take down Li Chaowen and find out the person behind Li Chaowen and take them down together.

A sudden murderous aura arose in the capital.

Everyone was staring at the palace, as if they were waiting for His Majesty's next move.

And at this time...

Fang Jifan looked at the sent reports one by one. They were all sent by the Statistics Department. When he saw one of them, he almost jumped up, danced happily and couldn't help but shout.

"Sure enough, I caught it. Aha, it turns out that the one who wants to be a saint is this old fox, Wang Jinyuan, Wang Jinyuan, you guy, come here quickly!"

Fang Jifan looked at the name on the report and was excited to burst out blue veins on his forehead, like a butcher who had a sharpened knife. He had found a good pig in the pigpen. You looked at the pig, big and round.
Chapter completed!