Unexpectedly, Qiu He actually reported these words to Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty, saying that the Yuan family wanted to compete for the world and sow discord.
Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was furious and beheaded Yuan Zhou, then recruited Shangguan Zheng as General Xiaowei and Bai Qiu He as the governor of Daizhou.
The two men were promoted without incident, but Yuan Zhou was killed for making a joke. Yuan Xin was furious and sneaked into Qiu He's house at night. The whole family was slaughtered by him, and no one survived. It's just that he did this matter extremely secretly, leaving no trace of evidence. Although Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty knew that it was Yuan Xin who did it and was furious, he did not dare to overly stimulate the Guanlong Group because he was at war with the Guanlong Group at the time, so he had to give up temporarily.
Yuan Renhui is Yuan Zhou's son.
Although Yuan Xian escaped, he never dared to show his face again. He could only live in the mansion like a prison...
From high-spirited to dormant, how can we not be depressed and confused?
A month ago, Yuan Huaiming, his only heir, died of illness and passed away. The loss of his son in old age made Yuan Xin perverse and violent! It was when he was sad that he heard that a Maoshan Taoist priest was good at "the method of crossing the underworld", which could extend a person's blessings that he could never enjoy in this life to the next life, and continue to flourish and become a master. He cruelly ordered the young virgin in the house to be killed. A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one people were treated with secret methods and then placed in tombs to be buried...
This method was harmful to Tianhe, but burying living people had been practiced since ancient times. In addition, the Yuan clan sympathized with Yuan Xin's experience, so no one stopped it.
Yuan Renhui dissuaded him with a gentle voice: "Uncle, don't be upset, let me leave this matter to my nephew."
Yuan Xian snorted, his anger subsided, and asked: "How do you plan to deal with it?"
Yuan Renhui also had a headache: "That guy Fang Jun has a very bad temper. It would be really troublesome if he really caught his eye. After all, the "Zhenguan Law" clearly prohibits the burial of living people..."
Yuan Xuan said disapprovingly: "It's explicitly prohibited? There are so many things that are explicitly prohibited, but rebellion is still not allowed. Do you think there are fewer rebellions in any year? Besides, we just can't bury them alive. I will kill them all." If you are dead, then when will you be buried as a living person?"
Yuan Renhui was speechless, aren't you using strong words to make sense?
According to what you said, even if a living person is filled into the tomb, he will be suffocated to death. Does that mean that there is no such thing as a living person being buried in the world?
However, the two uncles and nephews have a very close relationship. They comforted each other with gentle words: "Uncle, why bother? It's just a waste of extra money. My nephew has already sent people to the home of the buried girl to pay compensation and obtain a reconciliation document from her family. Then let's forget it. It's not a big deal if Fang Jun doesn't let go. Although it violates the law, who has any control over what you and I want to do?"
Yuan Xin snorted and nodded with satisfaction.
After walking out of Yuan Xian's residence, Yuan Renhui looked up at the plaque on the door and shook his head slightly.
"Honorable virtues promote life and achieve perfection."
The words are nice, but how does this have anything to do with the third uncle's character?
Turning left through a frozen pool, Yuan Renhui entered a magnificent and luxurious building.
The head of the Yuan family, Yuan Zheng, took off his thick winter clothes and sat barefoot on a chair wearing only a thin middle coat. One foot was on the luxurious Persian carpet, and the other was hugged by the charming maid. The gentle kneading in the arms, shaking from time to time to tease the full fruit in the maid's arms.
The bronze animal furnaces at the four corners of the lobby are burning with high-quality bone charcoal. While exuding heat, there is also a faint fragrance floating around, which is as warm as spring and makes people fascinated.
Yuan Renhui turned a blind eye to Yuan Zheng's dissolute behavior, stepped forward and bowed, then sat on a chair on the side and sighed comfortably.
"It's much more comfortable here. Uncle San's place is like an ice cellar. It's so cold that the stubble on your bones is chilling." Yuan Renhui said, and then sipped the fragrant tea served by the maid. One mouthful.
Yuan Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "The third child's life is really not good. How many hateful things in the world can be compared to losing a son when old and giving away a white-haired person to a black-haired person? In addition, he has always been violent. , it is unreasonable to act under such a blow, you must be more considerate."
"Save the child."
Yuan Renhui responded.
"What's the reply from Fang Jun?" Yuan Zheng asked.
Yuan Renhui frowned: "I'm afraid there might be some trouble. That guy Fang Jun won't let go. He seems determined to bite us hard."
"Don't let go?"
Yuan Zheng disagreed: "The reason he didn't let go is because the benefits he received have not reached the level that he thinks he can let go. He wants to hit us hard with nothing! But he has made a miscalculation. We The Yuan family has countless money and power, and they are willing to give up anything, but they won’t give it to him!”
Yuan Renhui disagreed and said, "Why is this necessary? That Fang Jun has a stubborn temperament, and he is your Majesty's favorite and beloved son-in-law. If you offend him too deeply, I'm afraid the gain will outweigh the loss."
Based on his understanding of Fang Jun, he was afraid that Fang Jun would never give up.
It is not easy for the Yuan family to severely humiliate Fang Jun, and it is likely to be self-defeating.
As he just said to Yuan Xian, in the final analysis, the Yuan family still violated the "Zhenguan Law". Even if almost every family has sacrifices and burials, it is only a tacit understanding in private and cannot be brought to the table.
Who knows that Fang Junzhi is ruthless? With him holding on to his righteousness, no one knows what jaw-dropping things this guy will do if he goes crazy.
Yuan Zheng chuckled and pointed to the desk on one side. There was a large pile of letter paper on it, all filled with dense transaction lists.
Being able to become the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Zheng's wisdom is naturally far beyond ordinary people, and he will never look down on young talents and rising officials like Fang Jun! All the aristocratic families are bound by interests. In the face of these huge interests, those aristocratic families will definitely flock to it, and even the imperial power will dare to touch it!
Of course, the Yuan clan has not yet expanded to the extent that it thinks it can subvert the imperial power, and it does not bother to do so.
Fang Jun is just a knife for His Majesty. No matter how sharp and handy the knife is, in the end it is still a knife, and the person holding the knife has the final say! When these interests put pressure on all the aristocratic families, no matter how much His Majesty insists, he must make a choice.
The knife is thrown away, you can replace it with another one.
If the foundation is shaken, that is a big deal!
Yuan Zheng was convinced that in the face of the huge issue of whether the empire's foundation was stable or not, His Majesty Li Er would definitely shrink back and give up Fang Jun.
By that time, what if he is Fang Xuanling's son?
The mantis's arm is used as a chariot, and the mayfly shakes the tree. The only end result is to be shattered into pieces!
A silly boy who was dazzled by the so-called sense of justice and bumped headlong into the aristocratic family, a huge rock that could not be overturned like a mountain, was destined to be a short-lived shooting star. Although it was brilliant and brilliant, the ending could only be ashes. , everything is silent...
And Yuanshi is the bright moon in the night sky, bright and clear, lasting forever!
How dare the fire of a firefly candle compete with the sun and the moon?
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In this era, no one is better than Fang Jun in how to rely on public opinion to praise or discredit a person or even a family. In terms of scheming and power, he is not as good as those aristocratic families who have been steeped in power and scheming for many generations, so he has to use new things that are completely unfamiliar to them to achieve his own goals.
Never easily get involved in areas that you are not familiar with or good at. This is what Fang Jun heard a celebrity say in his previous life, and he feels the same way.
This year's New Year was a bit depressing for the Fang family. Even if there was a little girl who was always dressed in white and as beautiful as a fairy running around with a silver bell-like laughter, it could not alleviate it.
The master of the house, Fang Xuanling, was one year older. The servants suddenly discovered that the white hair on the temples of the master of the house, who used to be as calm and calm as a jade, became more silvery as if dyed with frost and snow, and the wrinkles on his face were also deeper and seemed to be filled with fatigue. …
Dalang was away from home all day long, and there were always banquets and banquets of one kind or another, which made him reluctant to miss Shu and go to appointments frequently.
Erlang is the most weird.
He hides in his study all day long, writing and drawing, and from time to time he calls in some officials from Jingzhao Mansion to give him some instructions...
The usual cheerful, honest and unassuming Erlang disappeared, and was replaced by Jing Zhaoyin, who was dressed in official dignity and looked cold...
Which Erlang is better?
The servants can't say, but anyone familiar with Erlang's temperament knows that once Erlang shows such a state of concentration and all-out effort, it means something big has happened. And all the great events in the past will end with someone else's misfortune.
This time, there should be no exception...
