Chapter 19 Confrontation in front of the palace

The Emperor of Qing was actually waiting for Fan Xian’s self-debate statement. He planned to fool him a few times and fool him through this matter. Any emperor in a prosperous era is actually very good at this kind of "mixed" ability.

But unexpectedly, Fan Xian kept silent and pretending to be in a clear conscience and traveled around and threw the question back. He thought in his heart very insultingly - don't you want to bite yourself? You, the emperor, always have to protect me. If it's just such a small matter now, you will be disgraceful and really get into Xinyang in the future. After getting rid of the princess, you won't throw me to the queen mother as a side dish?

If you are an ordinary favorite minister or a civil servant, you will never be as ruthless as Fan Xian. The so-called holy heart is unpredictable, and the power of heaven is impermanent. As a minister, if you are arrogant due to favor, who knows that one day the Emperor will remember that you took his carriage and killed you with one knife, and you have no place to deal with it.

But Fan Xian knew that he was not an ordinary minister, but the emperor didn't know that he knew, so this matter was a bit fun. He was testing how much His Majesty the Emperor could do for him.

On the seventh day after the censor collectively wrote the letter, Fan Xian came outside the palace gate in a carriage. When he got off the carriage, the officials of Qi Nian's group all guarded him to the center. His black and gray clothes, cold faces, and upright bodies all showed his identity.

When the officials gathered at the palace gate watched this scene, they naturally knew that this was the person that officials often discussed after dinner. Not to mention the other person, but when it comes to putting spies in the open to protect themselves, Fan Xian is the first person in the Supervision Bureau.

Today is the court meeting. Your Majesty specially ordered Fan Xian to go to the palace to listen. All the officials knew what to talk about today and couldn't help but feel excited. Some civil officials who were familiar with Fan came over and chatted with Fan Xianhan. On the excuse that the weather was getting colder, they hid next to the palace gate again.

At this time, there were only five or six officials wearing crimson official uniforms on both sides of the imperial road in the square. They stood in confrontation with Fan Xian, the inspectors in black official uniforms, but their eyes seemed to penetrate each other's teams and shot towards the distant city blocks, turning a blind eye.

Those officials in crimson official uniforms were the censors who wrote to the Censorate to impeach Fan Xian. Fan Xian looked at them coldly, lowered his voice and said, "Everyone who looks like pigs, are they still honest officials?"

Deng Ziyue said lowly beside him: "I checked one place for a few days, but I didn't find anything. Sir, most of these censors from poor families and valued the most reputation. This is the only place they can rely on. Even the gatekeeper must be careful when receiving a gift cake. It is indeed extremely difficult to find anything."

Fan Xian frowned and sighed: "Officers are not greedy, there is trouble in the world."

Deng Ziyue smiled bitterly, thinking that Lord Tisi's "wonderful words" were really absurd.

The censors of the Censorate looked at Fan Xian coldly, without a trace of fear. Fan Xian knew that the other party was really not afraid of him. He thought bitterly, if the officials were not greedy, what would be the use of the Tsing Si in the Supervision Bureau? The other party was a censor, and he could not send a few subordinates to assassinate him. In that case, no matter how the emperor did, he would have to drive himself back to Danzhou.

Fan Xian understood that the most rare thing in the world is the honest official, and he also believed in the investigation ability of one place. These people in front of him must be real honest officials. But he understood even more that the most terrifying thing in the world is that honest officials rushed forward to be your enemies! - Thinking of this, he couldn't help but admire his young and beautiful mother-in-law who was able to use these honest officials who were not greedy or corrupt. She really had two tricks.

When Fan Xian was sighing here, he didn't know that the censors of the Censorate opposite him looked at the Lord Tisi and sighed in his heart.

It is clear that Fan Xian’s actions over the past month all show the essence he hides under the face of the immortal poet. He is a corrupt official and a powerful minister who is good at dancing. He has enough evidence. But why has Your Majesty never spoken? They are not worried that Your Majesty will punish them more severely because of protecting Fan Xian. On the one hand, they firmly believe that Your Majesty is a wise lord. On the other hand, what is the matter for the censor? He just shoulders morality and advises the iron bones. So what if he dies? He only wants the fragrance of the white bones to leave!

But the censors of the Censorate have not had a good time these days. First of all, the connections in the court have not been effective. No matter which department officials are, they are still polite when they hear their wishes, but they refuse to write a letter with them. Secondly, the public opinion of the folk scholars has not started. Those talented men who have criticized the government affairs in the market in previous years have shook their heads and did not believe it at all when they heard that they were going to impeach Fan Xian.

The censors are most annoyed by the attitudes of the young people in the Taixue School. The censor who went to the Taixue School to mobilize students was finally shot out - no one believed that the great poet, Zhuang Mohan, the designated successor of Zhuang Mohan, the young master of the Ministry of Revenue, the idol of a generation of young scholars, and the dream lovers of countless girls in the boudoir would be greedy for such a little money!

"Ten thousand three thousand four hundred taels, just a little money?"

Perhaps the censors of the Censorate are really used to being poor, so this is the thing they cannot understand the most.

At this time, a gust of morning breeze suddenly blew, which made the officials guarding outside the palace feel refreshed. Then his face changed. He watched the rain clouds floating in the sky with morning light and hid in the palace gate cave. The imperial guards and the little yellow sects did not dare to let these high-ranking old people get rained, so they did not stop them.

In autumn, Kyoto often changes his face, and after the wind, it rains. An autumn rain drifted down solemnly, from subtle to dripping. In just a few breaths, the large bluestone plaza between the palace was suddenly wet, showing a thick black black.

At this time, outside the palace gate, only Fan Xian and his party and the Censor of the Censorate and his party stood there. The rain water poured on them, and there was no reaction at all. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party, and suddenly said, "Censor Lai, go hide from the rain."

He greeted the Left Censor of the Censorate of the Censorate, Lai Mingcheng, a senior official of the third rank. Lai Jingshi looked at him coldly and said, "Mr. Fan is wet in the rain. Do you think you can clear your sins?"

Censor Lai bowed and said, "Today, I will impeach Lord Fan to the end!"

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the censor was still in a dark place. He smiled and bowed and replied, "Is that right? I just don't know if there are really relatives and nobles in the royal family who are in violation of power, will Lord Lai also have the heroic spirit of today."

The censor Zuo Du was so angry that he didn't want to speak. He brushed his sleeves and walked towards the palace gate. The censors behind him actually knelt straight in the rain!

"Play the trick of kneeling on the palace gate?" Fan Xian was both pitiful and funny to these people, and sighed: "Life is just the word "invitation" and I really don't know what the imperial court is for raising you people."

Several censors kneeling in the rain glared back!

Fan Xian ignored it, lifted up the rain hat behind him and covered his head, smiled and said, "I am black, no matter how I wash it, it will be black. Although you are red, you will be black when you wash it by the rain."

The rain slid down from the inspector's official uniform on his body. The lotus clothes were smooth and water-seeking, and the black was still the gloomy black.

After the official uniforms of several censors were wet by heavy rain, the color gradually became heavier and gradually got closer to black.

The censors looked down at their clothes and let the rain rush on their faces, but they were stubbornly silent and refused to speak.

After all the major affairs of the court were discussed, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have seen the two men of the Zuodu Censor Lai Mingcheng and the Supervisory Office Tsing Si Fan Xian. He frowned with some annoyance and asked the eunuch to summon the two of them, and said coldly: "Tell me in front of the ministers in the court."

Zuodu Censor Yili's official uniform and said loudly: "What I said is already in the memorial. Please ask Your Majesty to quickly investigate this case to cleanse the court and to make people resent!"

The emperor turned his head and looked at Fan Xian: "Why has your self-defense not been handed over to the Secretariat?"

Fan Xian bowed respectfully and said, "I have not written a memorial."

The emperor angrily rebuked: "How arrogant! The Censor of the Censorate impeached all officials, and the most arrogant person like you, is the first person! Don't think that your family has been loyal for generations. You have made contributions to the country and famous in the world this year, so I can't bear to rule you!"

Fan Xian knew that the emperor was angry because he had been silent and because he threw the title at him, and apologized: "I really don't know that I want to write a memorial to defend my crime... I know that I am guilty."

His Majesty was slightly cleared and said, "I remember that when you first entered the officialdom and Fan Jian was busy with official duties, Chen Pingping would not teach you these things, so I spared this experience. Today I will announce that you have entered the palace, so I will listen to how you defend yourself and how you explain to the civil and military officials in the court."

Fan Xian looked embarrassed, and after a while, hesitated and said, "I... I really don't know how to defend myself."

His Majesty's face suddenly became gloomy and he said word by word: "Then are you pleading guilty?"
Chapter completed!