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Chapter 597 My Emperor¡¯s Holy Ming

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    Liu Wuliu has never read any books.

    ¡°And as a farmer at the bottom, he must have a bad habit.

    For example, he was very unhygienic. When he was crying, he had to clear his nose. He hugged Zhu Houzhao's leg, plugged one nostril with his other hand, and then pulled it, and Zhu Houzhao's trouser legs became a little wet.  .

    Liu Wuliu also had a greedy side. He knew that this was the prince, and with a word from him, he could enter the Western Mountains, so he identified Zhu Houzhao and hugged Zhu Houzhao's thigh desperately, refusing to let go.

    Liu Wuliu was even a little vulgar, and he got angry just now. He was full of vulgar abuse and used many unsightly words.

    But although Liu Wuliu was dirty, greedy, and vulgar, he was not stupid.  He has his wisdom, and he will use this wisdom to distinguish whether a person is good or bad.

    This kind of wisdom is different from that of Yang Tinghe. His method is very simple. Whoever can give himself enough to eat is a good person. You can call him a saint or anything else. Anyway, Liu Wuliu only recognizes this person.  Dead reason.

    Therefore, if a great benefactor can feed people, then he must be a good man, like Bao Zheng, who can make decisions for the people; he is a person who thinks of the people in his heart, and he is like the person on the stage who is awe-inspiring and righteous.  A treacherous person.  In the words of scholars, he is a saint.

    Liu Wuliu cried profusely and decided not to let go. He was not afraid of the great benefactor at all. He knew that the great benefactor was different from other officials and would not blame him.

    "My great benefactor, if I can serve my great benefactor, I will be willing to die. Even if I can work as a cow or a horse for my great benefactor, the emperor will not change him."

    ""

    All of a sudden.

    The palace was quiet.

    Emperor Hongzhi seemed to have suffered a critical hit of 10,000 points.

    ??????????????????????????????????Is this deceiving the emperor?

    When the ministers heard this, some people's expressions changed, and then they shook their heads secretly. At this time, what can you say? I've already said it. Is this a tough guy? What can you say about him?

    Yang Tinghe watched all this with his mouth open. He found that all the people who had spoken uprightly with him had slipped away and did not dare to express their anger. Even the people who were usually close to him were now avoiding them like snakes and scorpions, as if they were avoiding the plague.  , not even daring to look at him.

    Liu Wuliu said: "My great benefactor, if you are here, we ordinary people will have someone to make the decision. You"

    Emperor Hongzhi couldn't see it and said: "I have approved it. From now on, you and I will be the villagers of Xishan."

    Zhu Houzhao stared at his father, a little helpless.

    But Liu Wuliu didn¡¯t care at all about the man who called himself me. Instead, he still hugged Zhu Houzhao¡¯s thigh and howled: ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter what others say, only what my benefactor says counts.¡±

    "Okay." Zhu Houzhao said, "Get up, my pants are wet."

    Liu Wuliu and the others got up, and their eyes were shining when they looked at Zhu Houzhao, while the others ignored him.

    They are country people who don¡¯t know anything, so they just accept this.

    The great benefactor is like a giant steamed bun walking around, attracting the attention of thousands of people wherever he goes.

    Emperor Hongzhi was filled with emotion. He actually felt a little sour in his heart. What on earth did this prince do? He didn¡¯t know how hard he worked. He even played more when he was playing. On the other hand, it¡¯s me. Everyone calls me the emperor or the emperor.  Master, or long live, I am diligent in government affairs and work hard at night, so why is no one so grateful to me?

    But Emperor Hongzhi immediately became happy.

    With just such a son, the foundation of Ming Dynasty will still be in his hands in the future. If his son can become a holy king, his grandson will be able to relax.

    Good thing!

    He suddenly became energetic.

    A few days ago, I was scolded by the ministers so much that I couldn¡¯t hold my head up.

    Why?

    Because everyone is saying that there are traitors around the prince, there are actually some people who praise the prince as Yao and Shun.

    To be honest, Emperor Hongzhi blushed when he heard this flattery. He felt that it was not only excessive, but also outrageous.

    So he didn¡¯t dare to say anything. Although he also wanted to protect the prince, after all, he was a little embarrassed.

    But now, Emperor Hongzhi laughed heartily.

    I have confidence.

    I have been holding this breath for a long time.

    "I heard that those who can suffer the sufferings of the people and worry about the needs of the people are called saints. Three emperors and five emperors, everything can no longer be tested. But Confucius highly praised the things of the three emperors and five emperors. Why, it is precisely because the saints admired them  Heaven and man know the sufferings of the people, so Yao and Shun led the world with benevolence.Well, after all I know that the matter is irreversible: "I thank your Majesty for your grace."

    Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand, and Yang Tinghe fell into hell.

    This time it is a real hell, and it is not just a routine of Qingliu people entering the court as officials, then resigning to support their careers, and then continuing to rise again.

    Yang Tinghe knew that once he left, he would never come back, and his reputation would also be in vain.

    He stood up tremblingly and looked around. Everyone lowered their heads. No one had mercy on him. Many people who had once scolded Fang Qiu with him now looked back at him with cold eyes. Naturally, no one interceded for him.  .

    What greeted him was silence.

    He had no choice but to walk, staggering out of the Emperor's Hall.

    "Long live my emperor, my emperor is wise!" In the silence, someone suddenly shouted.

    This voice is very familiar.

    You almost don¡¯t need to look at it to know that this is from Fang Jifan.

    So the officials, who had just been having their own thoughts, reacted and said one after another: "Long live my emperor, long live!"

    In these countless praises.

    Emperor Hongzhi¡¯s heart was a bit speechless.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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