Regardless of whether Fang Xiaoru was prepared in advance or got it wrong, it proved that he was not simple.
If he had his own news channel and got the news earlier than others, it would mean that Fang Xiaoru was not as careless about world affairs in the capital university hall as he seemed on the surface.
Instead, there was silence.
And the other possibility is even more terrifying,
Fang Xiaoru did not have any other information channels. He learned the news from His Highness Shengsun. His Highness Shengsun did not tell anyone else. Instead, he told Fang Xiaoru first.
This is even more interesting.
The people present were all human beings, and they figured it all out in just three or two breaths.
Fang Xiaoru should not be underestimated.
Yang Shiqi was stunned by the news.
"This...but what problem does Zheng Ping have privately?"
Yang Shiqi could only think of this at the first time. Although Zheng Ping lived in extreme poverty, as long as he was filial and honest, his life would be better in the future.
At this juncture, his mother drowned herself...
Fang Xiaoru shook her head and sighed, "My mother just drowned herself on the front foot, and she arrived at the post station on the back foot. In just one thought..."
"well..."
Yang Shiqi, Song Zan and others sighed for a while.
Yao Guangxiao sighed,
"Amitabha Buddha rises and falls impermanently."
Xia Yuanji's eyes flashed. He was also a filial person. Hearing what happened to Zheng Ping, he couldn't help but feel bad.
However, from the perspective of courtiers, Zheng Ping's incident is a discredit to the promotion of filial piety and integrity.
Regardless of the reason, his mother drowned herself, and Zheng Ping's reputation as a filial son has nothing to do with him anymore.
Yang Shiqi asked very realistically,
"Then Zheng Ping, do you still want him to go to Beijing?"
Yao Guangxiao smiled and said,
"What's wrong with that?"
Yang Shiqi glanced at the demon monk and simply ignored what Yao Guangxiao said.
This monster monk is just a fun-loving person, he only wants to make things big, he has no regard for the consequences, he is just having fun,
Song Zan paused, frowned and said,
"No matter what, after such a big thing happened, he should no longer be filial and honest."
Jie Jin nodded and agreed with Song Zan.
Judging from Fang Xiaoru's intention, he supported Zheng Ping's move to Beijing.
In a blink of an eye,
Because of a little-known figure, the cabinet was divided into two factions.
Yang Shiqi, Song Zan, Xie Jin, and Xia Yuanji were inclined to not allow Zheng Ping to go to Beijing.
Fang Xiaoru and Yao Guangxiao felt that Zheng Ping should be allowed to enter Beijing.
Each side has its own truth,
Regardless of whether Zheng Ping is a filial piety or not, this can only happen because of his bad luck.
If Zheng Ping is forcibly found to be Xiaolian, I am afraid that the world will not be convinced.
The six people who had already expressed their opinions looked at Zhu Tong. Now only Zhu Tong was left and did not express his opinion.
Zhu Tong is more similar to the role of He Xini in this small cabinet.
When Zhu Tong saw everyone looking at him, he paused and said,
"We might as well check whether Zheng Ping is going to Beijing first. If he is not going to Beijing, then that's it. There is no point in arguing about this.
How about this? "
"That's fine."
Fang Xiaoru nodded.
Everyone also nodded. It was indeed as Master Zhu Tong said. It was better to see what was going on with Zheng Ping first.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhu Xiongying called out,
"Shadow Eleven."
"Your Highness."
A female voice flashed out from behind everyone. Such a method shocked these people.
Such a big living person stood behind them for such a long time, but they didn't feel it at all!
Song Zan and Zhu Tong looked at each other, even more impressed by His Highness's methods.
"Go check, is Zheng Ping here?"
"yes."
Although Ying Eleven is a woman, she is cruel and doesn't talk much. She is much more stable than the talkative Ying Qi.
Because bringing elders from all over the country to Beijing is a major event that Zhu Yuanzhang attaches great importance to. Furthermore, he is afraid of any accidents on the road.
Therefore, the traces of every Xiaolian family were strictly controlled by the court.
After a while, Ying Eleven walked in, knelt down on one knee,
"Your Highness, Zheng Ping has entered Beijing carrying his mother's ashes."
"hiss..."
Yang Shiqi took a breath of air.
"only..."
Ying Eleven paused,
Zhu Xiongying smiled and said, "What? Have you learned how to tell the truth?"
"No no..."
When Ying Eleven heard this, his voice lost the coldness of his talent, and his tone became a bit shy of a little girl. You could even feel that his face was blushing under the mask.
Shadow Eleven continued,
"Your Highness, it seems that Zheng Ping did not come to Beijing for Xiaolian, nor did he go with Xiaolian from surrounding counties.
It doesn't look like he came to Beijing to be a filial and honest person. "
"well."
Zhu Xiongying sighed, looking a little depressed, and waved his hand to signal Ying Eleven to step back. Ying Eleven's figure flashed and evaporated alive in front of everyone's eyes.
Seeing this jaw-dropping movement technique again shocked the minds of these think-tanks.
Yang Shiqi continued,
"Then...we persuaded him to return?"
Yang Shiqi manages politics and achieves practical results. He rarely adds personal feelings and only weighs the pros and cons.
The people around him were silent. Even those who had made it clear that Zheng Ping was not allowed to enter the capital, their attitudes became more subtle.
Because they could see that His Highness seemed to have some different feelings for Zheng Ping.
"You guys continue to discuss other matters. This matter of raising Xiaolian needs a few of you to handle the process from beginning to end.
As for Zheng Ping, go and see for yourself. "
Zhu Xiongying stood up and gave a few instructions before leaving.
The remaining think tanks bowed and saluted Zhu Xiongying's back.
"Yes, Your Highness."
.......
In the main city
Zheng Ping was wandering on the streets of Yingtian Mansion. The capital was bustling with people and everything was new, but it didn't make Zheng Ping happy at all.
Zheng Ping put his hand on the jar on his back and murmured,
"Mom, this is the capital."
For the money to enter the city, Zheng Ping did not use the subsidies allocated by the court to Xiaolian along the way, but borrowed some money from Goudanzi, part of which was returned to the cloth shop owner, and part of which was used for travel expenses.
When Mrs. Hu died, Zheng Ping completely lost all hope in life. After Zheng Ping was in a daze at home for a few days,
Suddenly it occurred to him that he had promised his mother that he would bring her to the capital to meet Lord Hong Wu.
So I came.
As for Xiaolian...hehe, how can I deserve it?
Standing in the noisy crowd, Zheng Ping didn't know where to go for a moment.
"Brother, is this your first time in the capital?"
A pleasant young voice sounded next to Zheng Ping. Its voice was as hearty as the breeze in the mountains. Listening to it made people feel like the spring breeze was blowing on their face.
Turning around, a handsome face came over, every part of it was impeccably beautiful.
Zheng Ping came back to his senses and nodded slightly, as if he was refusing to accept anyone thousands of miles away.
"I happen to have nothing to do today, why not come with me?"
The young man showed his white and neat teeth, which were shining brightly in the sunlight.
"My name is Huang Zhangsun. Just call me Xiao Huang. What do you call me, brother?"
