Fu Zhiheng shook his head, put away his usual unruly and looked particularly serious: "A gentleman acts, does what he does and does not do. It would be fine if I don't know about this kind of thing. Since I know it, there is no reason to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Although the country is rich and the people are strong, this is also on the surface. In fact, there are still many people who are hungry and poor people who cannot afford to suffer from illness. These emperors will not know."

Fu Zhiheng stopped and sighed, "Our emperor is a wise ruler who is not born in the world, but the emperor is above all, and many corrupt officials are blinded by the holy hearing. What the emperor sees is the side they want the emperor to see. Look at the prosperous capital, but there are still beggars in the capital, widows, widows, orphans, people who cannot survive great changes, and wrong cases. In general, the more the emperor governed the country and the people who are strong in the Great Yong Dynasty, the more people need to present what he cannot see and what others do not allow the emperor to see to the emperor."

Chu Junlan listened quietly as Fu Zhiheng said, and couldn't help but feel moved.

No wonder the emperor regarded Fu Zhiheng as the mouthpiece and sharp knife of the court. Only such people deserved the emperor's trust.

"Okay," Chu Junlan smiled, "I won't stop you, but I'm not optimistic about your trip. What you will shake is not only the interests of Ge Ge Lao, but also the interests of Ge Ge Lao's group of people. Even if the emperor knows in his heart which is more important and which is black and which is white, he often cannot deal with people as he pleases. Many things must be considered comprehensively and finally the most weighed way. When you go back this time, you must be more cautious and be careful to test it. Don't put yourself in danger and lose your life."

Chu Junlan's heart-to-heart words made Fu Zhiheng both moved and sighed.

"You are a clear person, and it is rare for a woman to think about the affairs in the court as thoroughly as you do."

Chu Junlan smiled, not saying anything.

Fu Zhiheng said: "I will set off later. You can stay here by yourself, so be more careful."

"I know. I know."

"I know you know what you know. It's not easy to hurt you, but..." Fu Zhiheng wanted to say something and then smiled and said, "Forget it, if you can eat the wine you made again on the day you return to Beijing, your 'kidnapping' me will be written off."

This is a good wish.

Chu Junlan said happily: "Then look forward to seeing you again in the capital."

"Goodbye. Take care."

"There will be a period later."

The two greeted each other. Fu Zhiheng looked at Chu Junlan again, then turned around and returned to the inn without hesitation. After paying the room for ten days, he took the old Yufu who accompanied him to drive back to the capital.

After a storm and rain, Fu Zhiheng finally returned to Fengya Villa outside the capital.

When the man in the villa saw that it was Fu Zhiheng who came back, he cheered.

"Young Master Fu, are you safe?"

"That's great! That female devil didn't treat you, right?"

"That female devil is so conscientious. A good person like Mr. Fu has to suffer such pain!"

...

Fu Zhiheng was full of confusion when he heard this: "What female devil? I'm just going out to travel with my friends..."

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this: "Isn't that Chu who was surnamed Chu kidnapped the young master and forced you to send her out of the city, and then kidnapped you to imprison him?"

Fu Zhiheng immediately understood that the news that Chu Junlan had hijacked him from the capital had spread.

"What are I doing when I am imprisoned? I'm just traveling for more than a month and have just returned."

Everyone looked at each other when Fu Zhiheng said something.

But Fu Zhiheng didn't explain much. He went back to the room that night, pondered for a long time, and finally spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a manifesto with words like a knife was completed in one go!

He did not use any words to embellish jade and pearls throughout the article, but he thought about the sentences of calligraphy and algae, but he read all his experiences and heard from Huaijing on paper.

He copied several copies of the manifesto and posted it in several places in the city before dawn.

Those who see the article seem to be able to see the endless green rice fields around Huaijing. They are even more shocking to the book and only 30% of them are recorded in the book, and the other 70% are greedy by corrupt officials.

"Really? How much food does so much military fields have to produce!"

"Which corrupt official is so bold, 70% of Juntian dares to be greedy?"

"Young Master Fu's writing shouldn't be wrong."

"But wasn't Mr. Fu kidnapped by the female devil? Why did a manifesto be posted now?"

"I'm afraid there is something hidden behind this."

...

The people were talking about it, and it was like wings growing, and it flew all over the streets and alleys in less than half an hour.

Fu Zhiheng was in Fengya Villa and ordered people to boil water. He took a shower, changed his clothes, combed his hair again, and sat in the front hall for tea.

Someone from the village couldn't see it and persuaded him: "Young Master Fu at least take a break and have a sleep. You didn't sleep all night last night."

"Not worry." Fu Zhiheng smiled and refused, "There are still things to do later."

What is important is that others naturally don’t understand.

However, in less than half an hour, someone outside ran into the courtyard where Fu Zhiheng was in panic.

"Young Master, you guy! It's not good!"

Fu Zhiheng slowly put down the tea bowl and raised his eyes. He saw a group of Jinyiwei wearing flying fish suits and embroidered spring swords breaking in.

Fu Zhiheng stood up and sorted out his sleeves: "But the emperor summoned me?"

"That's right, please come with us by Mr. Fu."

Fu Zhiheng had expected it and followed the Jinyiwei into the palace with a calm expression.

After entering the palace, Fu Zhiheng was taken to the imperial study room.

I stood in the ground with my head down and waited for more than half an hour. A sound of footsteps came from behind.

A bright yellow streak was walking on the head, and several other young people came with them, standing on both sides like palace ladies.

Fu Zhiheng dared not look directly at the saint, nor could he inquire randomly, but only lifted his robe and knelt on the ground to perform a big gift: "Let the grass people meet the emperor, long live my emperor!"

Emperor Jing Hong did not ask him to get up, and lowered his eyes to look at the manifesto that the Jinyiwei tore from the city on the black-painted paulownia table.

Fu Zhiheng then knelt down properly and did not dare to move.

After a long time, Emperor Jinghong threw the proclamation on the ground and snorted coldly: "I will know this word is yours at a glance." Because I have read it too many times, and every time Fu Zhiheng will cause a big trouble.

"The Emperor is wise." The voice is calm.

"Well? Yes, if I were not wise, you would have died thousands of times! You said, where did you get this kind of news of catching wind and shadow? Who gave you the courage to make you so cruel and insult the loyal ministers in the court! You still don't come by the real tricks!"

Emperor Jing Hong's voice was particularly loud, which scared all the palace people so much that they dared not look up, and shrank timidly reduced his sense of existence.
Chapter completed!