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Chapter 1437 The Emperor¡¯s Master

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    Fang Jifan and the prince are actually Yasheng

    All the Hanlin officials were extremely shocked.

    In fact, the idea that a saint will be born became popular in Jiangnan a few years ago.

    To a certain extent, this is more like the spiritual sustenance of a group of frustrated literati.

    They firmly believe that when the famous religion has been tampered with and changed beyond recognition, a saint will appear to turn the tide and restore the old order.

    But gradually, such rumors spread more and more widely in the south, becoming more and more popular, and even the capital began to be affected.

    ¡° What countless people are thinking about is waiting for a saint to appear.

    This also breeds some ambitious people.

    What if God really didn¡¯t allow a saint to be born?

    So, someone started to want to create a saint.

    Wang Zuo is the most ideal partner.

    Wang Zuo may not have such ambitions, but he can't help but there are many people who want to use his reputation and loyalty to push him to the forefront.

    But who would have thought when the answer was revealed, this saint was actually the emperor.

    "After the emperor, it was Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao.

    People looked at each other in astonishment at Emperor Hongzhi, whose face was glowing red.

    Look at Fang Jifan again.

    Finally, their eyes fell on Wang Zuo.

    Ah, Wang Butang is spewing blood again.

    Large mouthfuls of blood sprayed out and splashed on the ground, staining his whole body red. Such a bloody scene made people feel horrified.

    But for the time being, everyone¡¯s thoughts are not on Wang Zuo.

    But someone opened their eyes wide and looked at Li Chaowen, as if expecting him to continue.

    Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked solemnly: "Really? The prince and the successor?"

    Emperor Hongzhi was also shocked.

    Can people who are not tunes be a sage?

    Li Chaowen, on the other hand, did not blush or blink, and said with a serious face.

    "Your Majesty, this is God's will. I am just reporting based on the truth. If I make false statements, God will be disgusted with it."

    ¡° If someone from outside the country makes such a poisonous oath as Tian Yanzhi, then no one will doubt Li Chaowen¡¯s authenticity.

    After all, Li Chaowen has made everyone confirm his magical powers, and this child prodigy cannot be done by humans, only God can do it.

    Since God has a spirit, how can Li Chaowen, an outsider, dare to swear an oath in the name of God easily, or even commit fraud?

    Li Chaowen would never dare to cheat on something like this.

    God has no eyes.

    Someone sighed in his heart.

    But no matter how much they complain in their hearts, no one dares to refute, and no matter how many words they use to refute, it will be powerless.

    After all, the water in the Yellow River is clear. Doesn¡¯t this mean that what Li Chaowen said is true!

    No one dares to refute or even question it.

    Fang Jifan was ashamed.

    He said with shame: "Does God actually favor me like this? Nephew Li, please don't talk nonsense. Saying this, I feel very ashamed. How can I be so virtuous and capable? How can I live in the position of His Highness the Crown Prince? What's more,  Not to mention, if you are on par with His Majesty, this must be a lie, I won¡¯t accept it, I will never accept it.¡±

    Li Chaowen glanced at Fang Jifan with admiration and was filled with emotion. It was really rare for a person with great supernatural powers like his uncle to remain so humble.

    Although Ya Sheng said that he was just striking while the iron was hot, his uncle didn't know about it beforehand, but now, he can't accept it, it can't be done.

    "Under God's will, Master Shishu founded a new school, filled the world with students, and cultivated countless talents for the imperial court. Following the orders of the Holy Emperor, he went to the West and went through many difficulties and obstacles. It was precisely because of the help of people like Master Shishu  , Only the Holy Emperor can rule the world. If the Holy Emperor is King Wen of Zhou, my uncle is Jiang Taigong. How can I be humble? Xiaodao has lost ten years of his life in order to understand this secret of heaven. My uncle must accept it."

    Li Chaowen said with a pious look.

    Fang Jifan felt really ashamed. Looking around, Emperor Hongzhi didn't seem to be disgusted by this.  The other Hanlin officials all lowered their heads and remained silent.

    Wang Zuo actually stopped vomiting blood, which actually made Fang Jifan feel a little regretful.

    Fang Jifan said: "Although I am loyal and loyal, I also have a heart to love the people. The so-called virtue is like a high mountain, but my ability is limited. Alasp; In this way, if the emperor dies, then the devil prince will ascend the throne. When the prince dies, the emperor's grandson, Fang Jifan's shadow, will succeed him.

    Three generations, ancestors and grandsons, are all at odds with Neo-Confucianism.

    Three generations are enough to change the general trend of the world.

    Ruined.

    It was too late for him to cry out. He actually felt that he, who was suffering from a lack of blood, seemed to feel something again. It was still the familiar taste. His throat felt sweet, and puff

    Blood splattered everywhere.

    Fang Jifan was about to kowtow, but when he saw Wang Zuo like this, he couldn't help shouting: "Ah, Wang Butang is bleeding again. This is a sign that he is seriously ill. Come here, come here. I think his lungs must be damaged."  Emergency surgery is required, and disembowelment is not possible."

    Wang Zuo was dizzy. Hearing these words, Wang Zuo was so frightened that the hairs on his body stood up. He opened his mouth with blood and said vaguely: "I am not sick, I am not sick."

    Fang Jifan ignored him and continued to give instructions.

    "Don't hide a disease and avoid medical treatment. Someone will come and take him to the medical school."

    Outside, there were officers who listened to the order. They dared not be negligent. They hurriedly carried the person and left.

    Wang Zuo shouted piercingly: "I'm not sick, I'm not sick"

    This sound goes from near to far.

    But the miserable sound, like reverberating around the beams, has not dispersed in the hall.

    The ashen-faced officers felt as if they could still hear the shrill roar in their ears, and they couldn't help but shudder. Sure enough revenge was coming.

    They can already imagine that Wang Zuo, who was tied to the operating table, was chopped into pieces with sharp knives.

    Thinking of this, their bodies could not help but tremble.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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