Which one is singing "This"?" Fang Zheng was stunned by the scene.

He rushed to the forefront of the ministers and saw that the leader kneeling in front of the court officials was Yang Duqing, the Minister of Rites, and Wei Chengde, the Minister of War. The two old men were wearing official robes and a neatly trimmed beard swaying gently in the breeze, looking very elegant.

"Old man Wei, cough cough, Lord Wei, what's wrong with you? What are you doing, sirs?" Fang Zheng stepped forward and asked.

Wei Chengde turned his head slightly. Seeing that it was Fang Zheng, his old face couldn't help but look happy, "Mr. Fang, have you come back from Jiangnan?"

"Yes, yes, the plane off the net has not yet fallen by the jet lag." Fang Zheng said absent-mindedly, turned his head and glanced at the minister who was kneeling behind him, and said in confusion: "Mr. Wei, are you here to worship?"

Wei Chengde's old face sank and he shook his head quickly.

"In, play the game?"

Wei Chengde continued to shake his head.

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said with a strange expression: "Can you bet you collectively bought spring last night and was caught by the Jinling Prefecture Prefecture. Not only did you fine your money, but the emperor also ordered you to kneel here to think about your mistakes together?"

Wei Chengde sighed and said, "Sir Fang, stop kidding,"

Then a little angry appeared on his face and hummed, "The emperor is so inappropriate. The morning court that must be held every day has been stopped for three days."

Fang Zheng smiled indifferently: "Just because of this, you a large group of ministers kneel here and don't get up? It's too much trouble? The emperor has a private matter about the emperor. Who doesn't have any illness or two pain? What's wrong with asking for a few days off? You always urge me to update and don't give monthly tickets. Is it too bullying?"

Wei Chengde snorted, "It's not just that! It's just not to go to the morning court. The emperor issued an order yesterday to bury the concubine named Niao Niao in his harem with the ritual of the queen. ", what kind of pride is this!"

Yang Duqing, the Minister of Rites, also said angrily: "Everything must be ruled. Duke Zhou sets the etiquette and the world will follow suit. As the emperor is the king of a country, how can he do it? If the concubine named Niao Niao is buried according to the rituals of the queen, then the whole country will follow the example. If the wife will not be married, and the concubine will not be concubines, will the rituals and music of our Hua Dynasty be destroyed?"

Fang Zheng wondered: "Don't the emperor have a queen? If Niao Niao was buried according to the queen's ceremony, what should I do now?"

Wei Chengde angrily said, "Hmph! The emperor made a new method and came up with a ridiculous idea. He ordered the current Empress of the Palace to be changed to the Empress of the East Palace, and the new Empress of the West Palace in the harem. The two Empresses are tied together and are both queens. This is simply ridiculous!"

All the ministers agreed and threatened in unison that if the emperor did not take back his order, they would kneel in front of the Xi'an Palace Gate until they died.

Fang Zheng was startled. Looking at the indignant appearance of the ministers, Fang Zheng hurriedly persuaded him with kind words and said that he would immediately enter the palace to persuade the emperor. Under the gratitude of Wei Chengde and a group of ministers, Fang Zheng hurriedly flashed into the palace gate.

As they walked along the way, many eunuchs and palace maids in the palace knew this hot young minister. When they saw him passing by in a hurry, they saluted him one after another.

After passing through the inner city's trunks and passing through the Jinshui Bridge, Fang Zheng asked where the fat man was, and went straight into his

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The bedroom was filled with smoke, and the fat man was lying on the bed with a weak look on his face, with a depressed look on his face. The palace maids and eunuchs beside him were serving him carefully.

Fang Zheng rushed in and saw the fat man's appearance. He was shocked and flew to the fat man's bed and cried, "Fatty! What's wrong with you? Why are you like this? Me "I'm going to be late, I'm sorry...Fatty...Woo woo."

After allowing Fang Zheng to cry for a while, the fat man finally sighed quietly and said weakly: "Brother Fang, I'm not dead yet. You cry so hard that I'm so desperate."

"Ah? Cough cough" It's good if you haven't died, it's good if you haven't died. Everyone else calls you long live, although you can't really live long live. At least you have to work hard to live a hundred and eighty years old to be able to live?" Fang Zheng wiped his tears and laughed again like a poor person.

The fat man looked at Fang Zheng, and his sad fat face showed a gratified smile.

Fang Zheng also looked at the fat man carefully. Seeing him smiling at him, Fang Zheng also grinned.

Friends are friends. No matter how long they are separated, you can find a familiar tacit understanding with just a smile.

"Fatty. Fang Zheng said gasping for weight loss.

The fat man sighed dullly and said, "Can you not lose weight? I only eat two roast chicken every day, eight bowls of rice, ten buns, and half a pound of beef." Compared to back then, I am much more haggard now."

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Fang Zheng was stunned for a while and expressed some admiration for the fat man's appetite during his haggard period.

When you are sad, friends are the best healing medicine. The fat man was very pleased with Fang Zheng's arrival. He did not mention the turmoil in Jiangnan, but just sighed a long time, and a few tears appeared on his small squinting eyes.

"Fatty, are you" okay? After hearing what happened in the palace, I rushed back immediately. "Don't be too sad, people cannot be resurrected." Seeing the fat man's sad appearance, Fang Zheng felt that any words of comfort seemed empty and pale.

"Niao Niao is a good girl! If she hadn't stopped that glass of wine in an emergency, I would have been poisoned to death now, me, me." Sorry, she was too short for her time to pass, I would rather drink the glass of poisonous wine than staying alone on these things and being tortured by the pain of longing day and night."

As the fat man spoke, tears flowed down his face, and then he burst into tears. The crying sounded sad and sad, making people cry.

Fang Zheng patted the fat man's shoulder and comforted in a low voice: "Fat man, Niao Niao is dead. Don't be sad anymore. Niao Niao is in the sky. I believe that I don't want to see you so sad. We living should all watch for the death and live well. You have no fate with Niao Niao, and this is also the will of heaven.

As Fang Zheng said, his nose suddenly became sore and his eyes began to turn red. He thought of the entanglement between him and Han Yizhen, and his deep love as deep as the sea. If he could not marry her in this life, the lovers would be separated from each other, and she would be sad for herself for the rest of her life. I also dyed her white hair with frost and the people who love each other could not stay with each other. How sad this pain is,

As he thought about it, Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel sad and opened his mouth. He started crying like a fat man. The two brothers in distress hugged their heads and cried bitterly, and they were so dark that they were so dark. They beat their chests and stamped their feet, as sad as the end of the world.

The fat man cried and felt something was wrong. My beloved woman died. You cried so sadly

What?

The fat man stopped crying and poked Fang Zheng gently: "Hey. Hey! Brother Fang, what are you doing?"

Fang Zheng still cried loudly, waved his hand, and said while crying: "Fatty, the people who love each other cannot stay together. I understand this kind of pain. Fatty, you must be mourning!"

The fat man said with a black thread: "I am already mourning now, but you,"

"Wuwu" Don't worry about me, I am crying sadly for the fact that my lover cannot finally get married."

"Brother Fang. You...you are so sad.

"Brother Fang. Be calm, we should live positively

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, stop crying, cheer up

The fat man persuaded him for a long time, and then Fang Zheng stopped crying. He pulled off the white towel wrapped around the fat man's forehead and wiped his tears randomly.

Seeing that Fang Zheng finally calmed down, the fat man couldn't help but breathe a relaxed sigh, and a smile appeared on his face. Then the fat man was stunned again and said dissatisfied: "Hey, I'll tell me who will persuade us? You rushed back to Beijing from Jiangnan and went to my bedroom to cry. Are you a good person?"

The end of the fifth volume of a book

Sorry. It's a little late to this day, why? Because I wrote the word "Wangkou" today, which is a small outbreak, so time is inevitably delayed.
Chapter completed!