June and July.

It is the hottest time in the Jiangnan region.

If it is a big deal, it will knock on a raw egg and put it on a stone slab, which will not take long to be fryed.

When Zhu Zhanji and Deng Yongxin were taking Deng, someone asked someone to open the gate of Yangzhou government office and appeared on the steps in front of the government office.

I saw the street in Fuqian and looked around.

A bunch of immortals!

When these old and immortal thieves saw that the yamen was opened, they all stood up from the chair and stool.

The younger ones were already raising their trembling hands and pointing at Zhu Zhanji and Deng Yongxin.

"Wan Gao, the Yan Censor of the Two Huaihe Rivers, was obscene with his wife and sister during the funeral of the funeral of his deceased wife. He was so kind that he was disgraced, which was harmful to his personal ethics. I asked me here, how could such a shameless villain steal the position of the Censor?"

This man actually relied on his old age and ignored Zhu Zhanji's identity as the Grand Grandson of the Ming Dynasty and accused the imperial court of appointing officials.

Suddenly, Zhu Zhanji's face sank and his eyes were gloomy.

Deng Yongxin frowned and scolded angrily: "The grandson of the current dynasty is here. Even if the old master wants to appeal, he should know the etiquette of the king and his subjects! He is so angry that he has read the books over the years!"

After all, he was afraid and did not tell the dog's belly.

Deng Yongxin is an official of Yangzhou parents.

For parents, there is no big problem to scold their children.

The old man who spoke was stuck on the spot.

But he forgot about Yidu just now. Now that he is being scolded, he cannot fight back on the grounds of disrespect for his elderly.

In the end, I had to hum in a depressed mood.

On the side, an older person took the conversation.

"Mr. Deng is so majestic! The grandson is here. Before he can speak, he will convict me and other old people who are asking for the people?"

Deng Yongxin was speechless.

The person who spoke now is a famous scholar in Yangzhou, with countless disciples and disciples, and many of them are related to the court.

This guy can't argue.

Zhu Zhanji shook his head and said in his heart that Deng Yongxin was a little timid after all.

If the young men from Riyue Hall are here, even if Yu Qian, who had just been sent to the Yan Jingyao in Lianghuai, would he dare to ask: What is the rank of the old man?

At this time, Deng Yongxin fell into power, and Zhu Zhanji could only stand up.

"Jiangdu is Yangzhou, Lianghuai, Yangzhou of the Ming Dynasty, Lianghuai. Can you ask if my family has treated the people here badly, or someone has poisoned the people? I want everyone who should be at home to enjoy grandchildren, regardless of the danger of the heat entering the body, to come to the government office to ask for the people?"

Ask for the people.

But a very bad word.

At least, no one wants to see this word for the ruling class.

As the absolute ruling class of the Ming Dynasty and a member of the royal family, Zhu Zhanji had sufficient qualifications, so he asked a question.

What qualifications do you guys who are waiting to die? Come here to plead for the people? Who will give you the face?

The famous old man in the Shilin District, Yangzhou was also speechless.

If they are saying that they are asking for the people.

That is to say that the court is not.

What's more, they have no official position, so what qualifications are they to blame the court?

Looking at these old guys who were half buried in the loess, a hint of disgust flashed in Zhu Zhanji's eyes.

I wanted to invite these people into the yamen to escape the summer heat, so I stopped it.

I'll give you a face!

He looked a little closer and looked at the intersection. It was estimated that the time should be.

...

Wait until the most poisonous time of the sun.

street.

A minor official ran over in a hurry and stumbled.

While running, he called.

"Here you come!"

"Here you come!"

People looked at each other.

They all looked angry. If they hadn't had any concerns, they would definitely punish this rudely minor official.

I didn't see me and others here, for...

Are you here, please speak kindly?

The little official, the wind roared from these things, and the old man he didn't know ran over in front of him.

"Qi Qian, Yan Shenggong is here."

Yan Shenggong!

The family where the world's cultural heritage is located is here!

Before these old scholars in front of the Yangzhou Prefecture Office began to be shocked.

A rather large team has appeared on the streets.

The beginning.

They are eight maids with hair tied up and dressed as scholars.

Behind, a four-horse carriage was immediately followed by. The whole body of red sandalwood was made with patterns inlaid with jade and Su embroidered as curtains.

Behind the carriage was a team of twelve servants.

Further down, two squads of thirty-six cavalry guards were escorted.

Finally, nearly a hundred soldiers walked.

Deng Yongxin was shocked. He never expected that the person the Taisun found from the capital would be this person.

The descendant of the ancestors of scholars all over the world!

Contemporary Yansheng Gong Kong Yanjin.

Yan Shenggong's team is approaching.

All the old people in front of the government office stood up, held the disciple's greetings, and bowed their heads slightly to face the team that had not yet stopped completely.

The carriage stopped.

The groom driving carefully parked the carriage, moved a ladder from the back of the carriage, and placed it on the side of the carriage.

A maid dressed in a scholar walked from the front to the side of the carriage, holding a gold-wooden warrior, and uncovering the curtain of the Su-embroidered carriage.

He walked out of the carriage with a green robe embroidered with a flying crane embroidered with a pine tree.

Kong Yanjin.

He stood in the front of the carriage, looking at the dark old man in front of him, frowned slightly.

Turning to look at Zhu Zhanji in front of the government office.

His brows stretched, but his face was a little tense.

Kong Yanjin got off the carriage.

A group of scholars from all ages want to meet in front.

However, the soldiers behind him rushed forward and blocked him in front of him, and were not allowed to get closer.

Kong Yanjin no longer looked at these Yangzhou Confucian scholars, and he accelerated his pace and came to the steps in front of the Yangzhou Prefecture.

"My minister, Kong Yanjin meets the grandson!"

minister?

See?

There were countless chins all over the ground.

The Qingliu of Shilin, Yangzhou gathered here, all looked shocked.

This is Yan Sheng Gong!

This is a descendant of a saint!

This is the one who truly controls the world’s cultural context!
To be continued...