When Fan Fucui heard that Zhu Cixiang had arrived, he immediately changed his expression and said, "Brother Mengzhang, His Highness the Crown Prince must have something important to discuss with you, so I won't bother you anymore and will take my leave first!"
After he finished speaking, he walked out without waiting for Fan Jingwen's reply.
He only took two steps before he stopped and said, "Also, please don't mention my coming here today in front of His Majesty the Crown Prince..."
As Fan Fucui spoke, he cupped his hands to express his thanks.
Seeing this, Fan Jingwen couldn't help but shook his head slightly and said, "Brother Yupo, do you think you can escape now that you're gone?"
Hearing this, Fan Fucui frowned displeased and said, "Brother Mengzhang, what do you mean?"
Seeing Fan Fucui's change of expression, Fan Jingwen waved his hands feebly and said, "That's all, if you want to go, just go!"
Fan Fucui had already had a bad encounter with Wang Jiayan before. Now seeing Fan Jingwen also looking extremely disappointed, he felt a surge of anger in his heart.
You must know that because he was disappointed with the government's situation, he had already made up his mind to no longer care about the government's affairs.
But a handwritten letter from Zhou Hou ignited his ambition again.
Especially when he thought that Chongzhen's wife and children would be insulted, he felt even more uncomfortable. Therefore, he did not hesitate to show off his old face and invited many old ministers who did not agree with his political views but were still loyal to the capital.
He originally thought that with their strength, even if they could not bring order to the chaos, they could still save Zhou Hou and others.
But what he didn't expect was that not only did he fail to rectify the situation, but he also watched helplessly as Zhou Hou was coerced and died.
All of this was like Ling Chi's knife, cutting him in pain.
However, when he thought of Chongzhen's kindness and the entrustment of Zhou Hou, he had to strengthen his spirits and secretly contacted the courtiers while offering advice to Zhu Cihong.
He never thought that his act of loyalty would not only be disapproved by Zhu Cihong, but also Fan Jingwen and Wang Jiayan, who were close friends with him, could not understand his painstaking efforts.
For a moment, he felt unprecedented sadness and loneliness, and his body could not help but tremble slightly.
Just when he couldn't hold it any longer, he felt endless pride in his heart.
In an instant, his body stood upright, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if "even if there are thousands of people, I will go."
"Brother Yupo, you..."
Seeing Fan Fucui's sudden expression of sadness, Fan Jingwen felt that it was a little too much. Just when he was about to express some words of comfort, he found that the other person's expression changed drastically and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Fan Fucui was silent for a while, then looked at Fan Jingwen coldly and said in a deep voice: "Fan Jingwen, I thought we were of the same mind, so I took the risk to tell you the truth, but I didn't expect you are no longer you!"
"Forget it, from now on, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge..."
Fan Jingwen was still worried about Fan Fucui, but now he felt even more disappointed when he saw him saying such heartless words.
He wanted to retort loudly, but when his words reached his lips, they turned into a sigh, and then walked forward slowly.
When he came to the main entrance and saw Zhu Cixiang looking unkind, and Zhou Jing beside him with an angry look on his face, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Just when he was about to step forward to salute, Zhu Cihong stopped him as usual, ordered his guards to wait outside, and then walked in with Zhou Jing.
When Fan Jingwen saw this, he was slightly startled, then quickly stepped forward to lead the way.
When they arrived at the hall, Zhu Cixiang glanced at the tea cups on the table and said somewhat reluctantly, "Is Fan Fucui gone?"
Fan Jingwen had already guessed that Zhu Cixiang was here for Fan Fucui. When he asked the question and was thinking about how to answer, he heard a loud and confident voice saying: "The common people are here!"
As the words fell, Fan Fucui, dressed in a Confucian shirt, walked out slowly.
After he walked into the hall with a calm expression, he knelt down and saluted Zhu Cihong.
Zhu Cixiang looked at Fan Fucui coldly, but did not let him get up. Instead, he said in a deep voice: "Fan Fucui, do you know that Wang Qing is now poisonous and his life is in danger at any time?"
When Fan Fucui heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and then he forced himself to be calm and said: "The common people don't know!"
Zhu
Ci Xing slammed the table and shouted loudly: "What an ignorant person!"
"If you hadn't forced Wang Qing, why would his life be in danger?"
"When the rebels besieged the city, he was not injured. When the Jurchens and rebels arrived, nothing happened to him. When Wang Dehua and others caused harm to the palace, he also saved his life!"
"He has survived all those disasters safely, but now that his rebellion has been swept away, he is forced to commit suicide. How dare you say you don't know?"
"You have always claimed to be a loyal minister. You keep saying that you want to save the Ming Dynasty, but you force the heroes of the Ming Dynasty to commit suicide. What are your intentions..."
Following Zhu Cixiang's series of questions, not only Fan Jingwen looked surprised, but even Fan Fucui was dumbfounded.
"The common people have never persecuted Lord Wang!"
After Fan Fucui came to his senses, he said calmly: "Whether your Highness believes it or not, the common people did not force him!"
"If he really took poison, I think it's not because of the common people, but because of his guilty conscience!"
"Have you a guilty conscience?"
Zhu Cihong had previously scolded Wang Jiayan sharply because Wang Jiayan was dying, and when he saw that Fan Fucui was not ashamed, the long-standing resentment in his heart suddenly burst out.
However, although he was extremely angry with Fan Fucui, because of his kind nature, he regretted what he said after he said it. Just when he was thinking about how to deal with it, Fan Fucui unexpectedly said that Wang Jiayan had a guilty conscience. The anger in his heart surged up again and shouted: "What a guilty conscience!"
"I would like to ask you, do you have a guilty conscience?"
"When the Ming Dynasty was in crisis, you were nowhere to be seen. Now that the world is about to be peaceful, you jumped out and pretended to be a loyal minister. Do you feel guilty?"
Fan Fucui had already thought of a response, but he didn't expect Zhu Cixi to ask such heart-wrenching words, and was stunned for a moment.
Fan Jingwen on the side saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to admonish: "Your Highness, although Fan Fucui acted inappropriately, he is also loyal!"
"It is only because he has been away from the capital for a long time and does not understand the situation in the capital. In addition, the queen's sudden death made him feel uneasy and he was biased."
"Fortunately, His Majesty has issued a decree to let him serve as Minister of Industry. Once he understands Your Majesty, he will never do anything like Meng Lang again..."
Zhu Cixiang also knew that Fan Fuchui had no bad intentions, but his behavior was a bit extreme, so he covered him up in front of Zhu Yuanzhang earlier.
At this moment, when I heard that Zhu Yuanzhang not only did not get angry, but instead appointed Fan Fucui as Minister of the Ministry of Industry, I knew that it was because of him that he had to compromise like this, and I felt a little guilty in my heart.
Then he thought that since Zhu Yuanzhang could tolerate Fan Fucui, he should not cause trouble again, so as not to make it difficult for the other party, so his anger dissipated a lot.
Unexpectedly, Fan Fucui said impassionedly at this time: "Your Highness, Cao Min did something wrong before, but Cao Min will never make a mistake in the future!"
"No matter how you look at the Cao Min now, you will understand in the future that everything the Cao Min does is for you and for the Ming Dynasty..."
After he finished speaking, he kowtowed nine times solemnly, then slowly stood up and walked out the door.
Seeing this, Zhu Cixiang was so angry that his body trembled slightly, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Seeing this, Fan Jingwen on the side knew that Fan Fucui had gone to extremes, and fearing that he would cause trouble due to his extremeness, he shouted loudly: "Fan Fucui, you will only harm... don't be obsessed with it anymore!".Ь .
When Fan Fucui, who was walking forward, heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned his back to Fan Jingwen and said, "Fan Jingwen, I thought you were going south to accumulate strength so that you can bring order to the chaos!"
"I didn't expect you to abandon the morality in your heart in order to get promoted. I'm really ashamed to be associated with you..."
As soon as Fan Fuchui said this, everyone present was shocked.
Especially Fan Jingwen, his face turned earthy and his body was trembling slightly.
"Fan Fucui, do you want to force me to kill you?"
Just when Fan Fucui was about to walk out of the hall, Zhu Cixiang's cold voice sounded.
At the same time, Zhou Jing behind Zhu Cihong also had his sword half exposed.
