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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we have to worship our ancestors, and Lin Zhan is no exception.
Worshiping ancestors is a big deal, so solemnity is enough, but most people are solemn with relaxation and joy.
The person officiating the ceremony will report to the ancestors the situation of their family over the past year, whether it is good or bad. If it goes well, thank the ancestors for blessing; if it goes badly, ask the ancestors for blessing.
This is a very mysterious and idealistic sacrificial activity. Foreigners find it incredible when they see it, but Chinese people take it for granted.
The Lin family¡¯s ancestor worship ceremony this year seemed very dull, even depressing.
After hurriedly completing the procedures, Lin Zhan went to the study.
As a censor, if you are not corrupt, your life will be ordinary, and your family must have nothing major to do, otherwise you will fall back into poverty overnight.
The study room was a bit shabby. Lin Zhan found a piece of ancient ink from the bookshelf and smelled it carefully.
The sound of firecrackers exploding could be heard from time to time outside, but it was extremely quiet in the study.
Liu Guan was not joking when he said that he would be dismissed from the post of censor. The memorial has been reported to the emperor.
¡°This impeachment trend has aroused the emotions of the gentry, and the consequences are unpredictable.
The emotions that had been pent up ever since the preferential treatment was revoked seemed to have found an outlet, and the public was furious.
Those undercurrents are surging, like a sea or a flood, and the emperor's throne is floating and bumping on it.
This is more intense and serious than criticizing dragon scales.
Lin Zhan took the ancient ink away from his nose and looked at it carefully.
The ancient ink had been played with by him many times, and it should have been smooth and traceless.
But at this moment, there is a deep scratch in the middle of the ancient ink.
Lin Zhan looked at the nail on his little finger, touched the scratch, and sighed with regret.
Today is the Chinese New Year, but since the past few days, Lin Zhan has been talking and laughing informally.
The wife and children at home were all afraid of him, so they were naturally secretly happy to see him hiding in the study, so no one came to disturb him.
Lin Zhan would be angry on days like this, feeling that his majesty as the head of the family had been violated.
¡ª¡ªAt least ask for instructions on matters during the Chinese New Year!
But today he was enjoying it as much as wine.
"Fang Xing!"
Lin Zhan¡¯s teeth are a bit wide, which is the result of frequent flossing.
The air in his lungs passed through the gaps between his teeth, making Fang Xing's words "wake up" somewhat unclear.
Lin Zhan's eyes flashed with resentment, and finally turned to pain.
¡ª¡ªYou are not corrupt, but you are seeking fame!
Fang Xing¡¯s words seemed to peel off his clothes, making his thoughts invisible.
¡ª¡ªAt this moment of cleanup and dedication, don¡¯t say that Uncle Xinghe is not guilty of those crimes. Even if he is, he has to hold it in until things are settled!
Liu Guan¡¯s words directly nailed him to the pillar of shame, leaving him no room for maneuver.
In the past, people often came to visit me at home, and we discussed the "disadvantages" and "crimes" of Fang Xing and the New Deal together, and then wrote about them.
But these days, there are no cars or horses in front of the Lin family's gate. Even neighbors will walk around when they pass by, saying they are worried about being exposed to bad luck.
"Bad luck?"
Lin Zhan sneered, remembering those looks.
Yes, he was unlucky.
Most people, even those colleagues who were comrades yesterday, are gloating about the misfortune.
But there are still people who are ¡®like-minded¡¯ with him.
Those eyes of encouragement and sympathy have always been the source of Lin Zhan¡¯s courage to persevere. He firmly believes that he will be able to make a comeback.
"Dad, someone is coming outside."
Lin Zhan was immersed in reverie with a smile, and his son timidly came to report the news outside the door.
"Um!"
Lin Zhan snorted softly, and the sound of hurried footsteps was heard outside the door.
Making children afraid of him is Lin Zhan¡¯s key to handling the relationship between father and son. In this way, his scolding and requests will be obeyed by the children one by one.
He stood up and went over to open the door. He looked at the figure running to the right and smiled slightly.
This is the first time he has smiled in a while.
He straightened his clothes and then walked to the gate with a smile.
There was a man in brocade clothes standing outside the gate, and behind him were two men leading horses.
Lin Zhan was shocked when he saw the man, so he cupped his hands and said, "I have met the Xinxiang County Prince."
The person who came was none other than Zhu Zhanyong.
Zhu Zhanyong frowned at him and said, "I heard that you tried to impeach me and Xing Hebo for colluding with each other and plotting against each other?"
Isn¡¯t it embarrassing enough that the victim came to your door?
Lin Zhan said seriously: "Your Highness, the vassal prince should not communicate with the courtiers in the first place. I am just doing my duty."
These words were very righteous and awe-inspiring. They not only refuted Zhu Zhanyong's accusations, but also reminded him in a subtle way: You are the vassal king. Why did the vassal king come to the courtiers?
Zhu Zhanyong was not panicked, let alone angry.
He looked at Lin Zhan's upright face and said: "The day before yesterday, His Majesty summoned the king and a group of clan members and explained that this is a critical moment for the Ming Dynasty. Everyone and any force should abide by their duties and cannot do anything at this critical moment. To add to the obstruction, we can¡¯t do anything secretly, otherwise we will be the enemy of Ming Dynasty!¡±
This is the emperor¡¯s warning to the clan, or to the vassal king.
And Zhu Zhanyong dared to come to Lin Zhan after being warned, which shows that he has no guilty conscience at all.
Zhu Zhanyong had a lot to say, and he even wanted to slap Lin Zhan.
But today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and he cannot cause trouble to Zhu Zhanji in the palace during the Chinese New Year, so he just stared at Lin Zhan and said: "I know that vassal kings everywhere have been blackmailed by officials. Yes, they said that vassal kings You are a rat on the street now, but even so, the feudal king is not someone you can use as a stepping stone to promotion."
Lin Zhan said dullly: "Your Majesty, I can't understand what your Highness said."
Zhu Zhanyong nodded and said, "You can take care of yourself!"
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And Fang Xing
Zhu Zhanyong successfully turned his anger on Lin Zhan with threats, and then went outside the city.
Fang Xing was a little surprised by his arrival, but he still asked someone to get some new year goods.
"Brother Huang has already spoken about Lin Zhan's matter and I am not allowed to take action."
Zhu Zhanyong seemed a little unwilling.
Fang Xing said: "The life of the vassal king is difficult. If you don't want to be impeached, then don't worry about it. As for Lin Zhan, he wanted to seek fame, but in the end he got this result. Even if he returned to his hometown, those people in his hometown would There are only those who laugh at it, this kind of pain is not bearable!"
Seeing Zhu Zhanyong¡¯s lack of interest, Fang Xing smiled and said, ¡°Heart-breaking is more painful than killing. You have experienced that pain yourself.¡±
Zhu Zhanyong smiled bitterly and nodded, then prepared to leave.
That was a memory that he would never forget for the rest of his life. It could be said to be a nightmare.
"Wanwan"
As a prince who left the palace and was neglected in the palace, Zhu Zhanyong did not have the channels or manpower to inquire about the news in the palace.
Fang Xing had no way to inquire. Only Zhang Shuhui could hear a few words when she occasionally entered the palace.
"It's a little deserted, but I often go to the Queen's place, and the Queen Mother's place."
Fang Xing¡¯s words were a little scattered, but they were enough for Zhu Zhanyong.
He said bitterly: "If the years could turn back, I would be willing to lock myself in that box. It would be better to die in it, and no one will know about it until it rots into bones."
This is heartbreaking.
Fang Xing smiled bitterly and patted his shoulder, saying, "Just don't appear in front of her less and don't remind her of what happened back then."
These words were cruel, but Zhu Zhanyong knew what was good, so he just handed him over and left.
Fang Xing entered the backyard and talked about Zhu Zhanyong's arrival, and finally mentioned Wanwan.
Zhang Shuhui frowned and said: "It's time for her to find her consort, but something is wrong in the palace, and no one mentioned it. After I heard about the last incident in a daze, Wanwan became more and more withdrawn." (Remember the website address of this website. £ºwww.hlnovel.com