Naturally, Yang Rong still doesn't know what it means to not be a servant in the imperial court, but to be thrown into the Chang Mansion by His Majesty to be a domestic servant.
However, Yang Rong's nature is not to fight or grab, but to accept the situation as it comes, and he just bows and accepts orders.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Seeing Yang Rong's calm demeanor, Lao Zhu liked it even more. He nodded frequently and said a few more words,
"Do it well, this is what our eldest grandson cares about the most."
Then, Lao Zhu did not go any further on this topic and looked at the eldest of the three Yangs.
"Hmm...Shiqi."
According to Lao Zhu's arrangement for Yang Shiqi, Yang Shiqi's promotion path was linear. He first spent a few years working as the Minister of Rites, and then continued his seniority to become the Minister of Rites. This was the end.
From Lao Zhu's point of view, this is where Yang Shiqi's ceiling ends.
One of the six ministers, a proper second-rank official, this position is not low.
However, looking at Yang Shiqi now, Lao Zhu had a strange feeling.
Damn it, why does Yang Shiqi seem to be on a higher level?
This time Lao Zhu was a little confused.
"Your Majesty, I am here."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and slowly said,
"Well, you tell us,
On this trip, instead of working for the imperial court, you went to work for the beggars. What do you mean? "
Yang Rong and Yang Pu froze. Even though His Majesty's words were sound, they could still hear a hint of blame in them.
When I think about it, it is right. A high-ranking member of the imperial court who is dressed as an official and goes to the south of the Yangtze River to become a gang leader is unjustifiable. Doesn't this bring disgrace to the imperial court?
But the other two Yangs didn't dare to open their mouths to help Brother Yang with a few words of defense.
Yang Shiqi paused.
Zhu Yuanzhang's question was naturally not to ask Yang Shiqi to talk about his fantasy beggar gang experience, nor to accuse him of bringing disgrace on the court's face.
But we need to know what Yang Shiqi saw through this experience...
Yang Shiqi couldn't understand the Sacred Heart, so he stepped forward to salute and said bluntly,
"Your Majesty, from a humble minister's point of view, working for Your Majesty is the same as working for beggars."
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, a smile flashed quickly in his eyes, but his face was dark, and his voice could not help but become a little heavier.
"Oh? You mean we are no different from that beggar?!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's voice shocked the newcomers Yang Rong and Yang Pu to the point of trembling in their hearts. Er Yang resisted the urge to kneel down, but he still couldn't control his hands becoming cold and trembling.
Er Yang's psychological quality is not that fragile. Although he has not yet reached the point where he could face the collapse of Mount Tai without changing his expression, there is no way he would be frightened like this by anyone other than Master Hong Wu.
It's hard to describe this feeling. It's like a flock of sheep seeing a wolf. It's the kind of fear that oozes from every cell of being caught by a natural enemy.
What's more, Master Hongwu is not a wolf, but a dragon that is superior to all living creatures.
Traveling across the Central Plains for decades, turning your hands into clouds and turning your hands into rain, countless heroes are shining brightly, but they can only be like stars.
Zhu Yuanzhang's life is endless.
Therefore, I really don’t blame Er Yang for being frightened. Anyone who comes is numb.
Yang Shiqi's face is pale, but at least he can speak fluently. If he can't even speak well at this time, His Majesty will really be angry.
"Your Majesty, Wei Chen originally thought that the Bai Jiao was a sect with evil intentions, but Wei Chen found out after becoming the leader of the gang by mistake.
Bai Jiao are all pitiful people.
There is an old lady named Dugu whose wife and child have died, there are orphans and widowed mothers who were cruelly left behind by a flood, there are old farmers who have broken arms and legs and are still looking for their mothers... They are so miserable! "
Yang Shiqi's eyes were red, and he forgot for a moment that this was the essence of the world. He seemed to have returned to the ruins ravaged by the flood. In front of him were pairs of painful eyes.
The Fengtian Hall was extremely quiet. Yang Rong, Yang Pu... and even Zhu Yuanzhang on the dragon throne couldn't help but hold their breath.
They seemed to have also seen the fragile and small figures being knocked to the ground by the waves. When they stood up again, they were all alone.
Yang Shiqi's voice was choked and he continued,
"Your Majesty, they have no purpose to live anymore, they have no interest in living anymore,
They have no choice but to place their lives on the elusive Dragon King.
They can only say that they will suffer in this life and enjoy happiness in the next life.
Apart from shouting so feebly, they can do nothing...
But, Weichen knows, where does the afterlife come from?
Wei Chen couldn't bear to break their last thoughts, so he could only continue to make up lies and lie to them. More and more people believed it, until now... Even Wei Chen didn't know what to do.
The humble minister regards the king as his father and the people as his father.
This is no different in Wei Chen's eyes.
Instead of being ashamed of this experience, Weichen was grateful for it!
Even if His Majesty punishes me, I will still say,
No regrets. "
Yang Shiqi's words fell, but like a big bell from Honglu, they formed ripples in Fengtian Hall. This mantra kept coming, and the ripples became bigger and bigger.
Covering Fengtian Palace, covering Yingtian Mansion, covering the entire Central Plains...
The people are prosperous and suffer. If they die, the people will suffer.
Is there a way to save the people?
Yang Shiqi couldn't clearly see the road in front of him, but he seemed to vaguely see a few figures in front of him. It seemed that His Highness Shengsun was walking the right way.
His Royal Highness Shengsun was accompanied by His Majesty, the Empress, Zhu Yunxi, Xia Yuanji, and all Your Highnesses... They chopped thorns along the way and advanced bravely and diligently.
Although this road is difficult to walk, it is interesting as long as you walk with others who share the same path.
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.
The road is right in front of you, just lift your feet.
Yang Shiqi also found his own way.
Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed the dragon chair with trembling hands and stood up slowly. His eyes were already red.
He did not want to blame Yang Shiqi.
So what if Yang Shiqi is a beggar? We’ve been asking for ten years of fucking food!
What if Yang Shiqi joins the congregation? We fucking joined the White Lotus Sect too early!
That's what Zhu Yuanzhang wanted Yang Shiqi to say, but even Lao Zhu didn't expect that what Yang Shiqi said would be so inciting.
Lao Zhu suddenly realized that this was the side he had not seen in Yang Shiqi. No wonder it was not anyone else but Yang Shiqi who became the leader of the Bai Sect with tens of thousands of people in Jiangnan.
This incitement and influence are really amazing.
Zhu Yuanzhang is in an extremely uncomfortable mood now. He has been sitting in the palace for too long. Zhu Yuanzhang has empathy for the people that other kings rarely have.
But as one fold after another was placed in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, countless civilians became cold casualties, and it became increasingly difficult for Zhu Yuanzhang to imagine what the common people were like now.
But Yang Shiqi's words are extremely picturesque, a picture of hell slowly unfolds. Natural disasters are unavoidable, but man-made disasters can be avoided.
Now everyone in the Ming Dynasty has enough food, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, which is enough to defeat any previous prosperous age. However, Lao Zhu has no shame to say that the current Ming Dynasty is a prosperous age.
Because it is still far from the prosperous age described by the eldest grandson.
Zhu Yuanzhang asked himself,
Have we done our best?
