"This is not a favorable treatment for gentry. Those who read the wrong ones will be discarded by me."

"The real controllers of the Ming Dynasty are them. They are ropes, gradually putting them on my neck and the ropes around the Ming Dynasty. The ropes are extremely solid!"

Zhu Zhanji said seriously, but the audience only had a confused face, Song Houshi. As for Yu Jia, he looked at the scene from behind and felt very coordinated. He seemed to be redundant, so he didn't dare to get close.

"If you don't want to be hanged slowly, you must cut the ropes with a long knife, then touch them along, pull out the people who make ropes, and destroy their ability to make ropes. In this way, the Ming Dynasty can be in a long-term peace..."

This is not the first time Zhu Zhanji is walking with Song Laoshi, nor is it the first time he is almost talking to himself.

Song Laoshi looked at Zhu Zhanji with admiration. Although he didn't know what the emperor meant, he felt it was very powerful.

"I told someone to pass the message, that was what I promised."

...

Liu Guan personally took charge of Hejian Prefecture, and then more than ten censors, including Li Ermao.

"teacher."

Li Ermao became more and more calm, and his eyes looked bottomless.

The two of them were walking at the foot of the hill behind.

The sun is not strong, and it makes people feel slightly hot, but it is within the tolerance range.

The cicadas were no longer chirping, and there were several birds singing from time to time in the forest.

"Liu Guan is standing in the team, and you have to stand in the team, that's helpless."

Fang Xing looked at Li Ermao's indifferent expression and said helplessly: "You have the deepest scheming, and you probably don't like to stand on the side the most."

Li Ermao said shyly: "Yes, my teacher, my disciples don't like to stand in a team, but this matter is closely related to the country, but my disciples are not afraid."

Fang Xing walked forward with his hands behind his back, and a cool breeze blew from the foot of the mountain to the right from time to time, bringing coolness.

"Tell me the root of this."

Fang Xing gave Li Ermao a question, which was very vague.

Li Ermao thought for a while and said, "Teacher, in fact, I think that cleaning up the preferential treatment of gentry is just a choice, but you suddenly took action in Hejian Mansion to improve the situation, and the purpose is very obvious..."

Fang Xing turned sideways and asked with a smile: "What is the purpose?"

There were more carriages and cavalry outside the camp on the left. Li Ermao glanced and said, "Teacher, this is to cut off the influence of scholars on the Ming Dynasty... Let the government orders be unimpeded, reduce resistance, and make future innovations..."

Fang Xing smiled, and Li Ermao continued: "In fact, the biggest resistance to innovation is them. Even if the cleaning is successful, they still have enough influence on the Ming Dynasty, so Your Majesty and you should want to reduce this influence..."

After a silence, the two of them slowly walked towards the camp.

Fang Xing seemed a little helpless and a little melancholy.

"You're fine."

Fang Xing finally praised and affirmed Li Ermao.

Li Ermao seemed to know what Fang Xing was worried about, and he said seriously: "Teacher, don't worry, disciples don't want to be any powerful minister..."

Fang Xing was a little surprised and then said relievedly: "Ma Su is calm, but you are scheming. There is some overlap between you, but I will not do anything deliberately. You must work hard on your own, walk your own path, and not go wrong..."

This is Fang Xing's attitude: I don't care about the differences in your abilities, I will not deliberately help anyone, nor will I deliberately suppress anyone...

The most important thing among them is the last three words.

Don't go wrong!

This is a warning, or can be understood as a warning.

Li Ermao felt a stern heart and hurriedly bowed: "Disciple knows that it is amazing, so he must take the right path."

"The so-called right path is just a thought, and desire is the master. I hope you will keep your original intention in mind and strive for the future of the Ming Dynasty."

There are so many disputes, plots, and entanglements in the power field, and eventually a good person will be tempered into an old ghost.

Fang Xing knew that his disciples would eventually become old ghosts, and he just hoped that they could have more positions.

"That's a politician who has no position and the right goal, a shameful politician."

Fang Xing was about to educate Li Ermao again, but he saw a rider galloping over.

"Master, the eldest and third masters are here."

Xiaodao was obviously confused, but Fang Xing was very calm.

"Who brings Huanhuan?"

Fang Xing strode over, Xiaodao dismounted and followed Li Ermao, saying, "The eldest young master and that brother."

"Okay, I'll be the daddy day, too..."

When we arrived at the camp, many soldiers were surrounded outside the tent, and when we woke up, we were a little gloating.

The cry of the child came from the big tent, which was a little miserable.

Wang Heying came over and said, "Uncle Xinghe, your third son... wants a wet nurse?"

"What a child?"

Fang Xing angrily scolded the people in front of him, and then entered the big tent.

My brother was coaxing Huanhuan, and when he saw Fang Xing in, he got up and said, "Master, the child is a little afraid of having sex."

Huanhuan sat on Fang Xing's bed and howled, and potatoes were coaxing each other, two children, one big and one small, and the picture was very coordinated.

Fang Xing walked to the edge of the bed and squatted down, looking at Huanhuan, whose eyes were a little red and swollen, and kept watching.

Huanhuan's eyebrows are very delicate, this is what she looks like when she drives away Mo Chou.

However, his nose and mouth looked like Fang Xing, he was a little baby fat and very cute.

No matter how cute a child is, he is a magic star to adults.

Huanhuan was watched by Fang Xing, gradually stopped howling, then hiccupped, and the father and son looked at each other blankly.

Tudou looked at his younger brother from the side, worried that Fang Xing would deal with him.

During his peaceful growth, Fang Xing kept instilling a point of view: Men cry less, and women will cry more.

Therefore, Tudou and Ping'an rarely cried after they were sensible. They would not frown when they woke up after crying, but they would carefully tell them about the responsibilities and obligations of men and their required personality afterwards.

This is inheritance, the inheritance of different contents of each family, and then shaping generations of Chinese people.

This is also the foundation, passed down from generation to generation, with the integration of marriage and other forms, various concepts are mixed and gradually integrated, and a generally recognized value and moral concept has gradually formed...

Huanhuan is still young after all. Although she is a little afraid of this father, she wants her brother to be there and Tudou is there. The only thing he is sad about is that he is far away from his mother.

Seeing that he was about to sob, Fang Xing picked him up easily and said, "It's very fun here. It's your elder brother and the others. You will learn how to be a man here..."

He walked out of the tent with Huanhuan in his arms. The soldiers had long been dispersed by Wang He, and it was very quiet outside.

"Look at these, you like to find ants, there are many here, and your elder brother can take you there."

"Brother..."

Huanhuan looked at Tudou on Fang Xing's shoulder and shouted pitifully.

Tudou looked at Huanhuan in a tangled manner, wanting to ignore it, but he felt unbearable, so he leaned over and whispered, "Dad, I'll take Huanhuan to play."

Fang Xing put Huanhuan down and squatted on the ground. Seeing Huanhuan plunging into Tudou's arms, he couldn't help but feel that he was still a little failed as a father.

Potato led Huanhuan to the side, where there was a small tree. Under the small tree, Potato started looking for ants.

"Xinghe Bo, what does this mean?"

Wang He has only asked this question now, which is already very considerate.

"I was scared, so I took the child, afraid that I would be harmed by staying in Peking."

Wang He was stunned and then understood what Fang Xing meant. He said in a tangled way: "Xinghe Bo, who are you digging a hole for?"

"No, the willing one takes the bait."
Chapter completed!