Qin Feng and Prince Ming had no intersection in life, but today, under pressure and in order to survive, they could only frame Prince Ming out of conscience.
In this way, not only did he win the dragon's heart, but he also thwarted the officials' conspiracy.
But is everyone really happy with the result?
Qin Feng doesn't have high hopes!
Looking at ancient times and modern times, who is involved in the grudges of the royal family, who can have a good ending?
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Fuyun County, Ming Palace.
Compared with the majestic and high-standard princes' palaces in Kyoto, the Ming Dynasty's palace seems much shabby.
Although the fifth-level courtyard and long corridors are equipped with lazy benches, it still feels like something is missing... missing the arrogance that everyone from the prince to the servants holds their heads high and their chests high, and they are all arrogant.
A loud noise of warblers and swallows came from the backyard.
Seven or eight maids and servants gathered in a circle, shouting something excitedly.
But in the middle of the crowd, there was a little old man squatting.
In this era where everyone is getting older and their destiny is already known at fifty, the little old man, although he is not really old, has gray hair on his temples and a messy beard. At first glance, he looks worse than an old man in his seventies or eighties.
The little old man was full of energy. He held a straw in his hand and kept poking the crickets in the porcelain cup. He shouted: "General Black Wings, why are you so bad today? I have no energy at all. I I want to go in and help you take a bite. If you lose, I will punish you by not eating tonight."
The little old man yelled very fiercely, but the Black-winged General was always lazy, and he was about to lose. In desperation, the little old man picked up the wheat straw and stabbed the cricket on the opposite side hard, until his stomach was broken and his intestines leaked. Then he clapped his hands and said triumphantly: "What a red-haired ghost, that's all? In front of my black-winged general, he can't survive the three-in-one battle. Hey, I won again."
The servant opposite picked up the cricket that had been stabbed to death, feeling distressed and aggrieved: "My lord, you are cheating again!"
The little old man made a sound of "Toi", turned around and left with his hands behind his back, saying proudly: "Winning is a king or losing is a bandit. Loser is a loser. Don't make those seven or eight excuses. I think back then, I was on the border of Northern Xinjiang, carrying a bag by myself. With the knife, I chased seven or eight hundred Beidi dog thieves to chop them, and those dog thieves knelt on the ground, begging grandpa to sue grandma..."
Seeing the old man starting to brag about his great achievements back then, the little maid sneered: "Last time I said it was seventy or eighty, why is it now seventy or eight hundred? My lord, are you telling the truth?"
The little old man slumped down on the recliner, crossed his legs, picked up the teapot, put the spout directly into his mouth, squinted his eyes and started to sip.
As for the maid's ridicule and the servant's voice asking for compensation, they were ignored.
At this stall, I heard a sound of cursing coming from the stall.
The old man opened his eyes a slit and looked for a voice. He saw a man about fifteen or sixteen years old, only a little over one meter tall. He was wearing blue linen trousers and a naked upper body. He obviously didn't have much flesh, but he wanted to pretend to be powerful. The tough-guy-looking young man rushed over angrily.
"Go away, go away." The young man drove away the gathered maids and servants, sat down next to the old man, and cursed breathlessly.
"Damn it, I heard that Qin Feng was coming, so I went to the county official road to wait, waiting for the stars and the moon, but I got an official document saying that he was not coming."
The young man's fists clenched loudly, and he said with a fierce expression, "Don't let him fall into my hands, or I will stomp his intestines out from the back of his eyes, just like a toad. It's not going to happen!"
The old man slowly closed his eyes and said leisurely: "If you don't come, you won't come. Are you in a hurry? The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is! How old are you? Open your mouth and shut up. Damn it, what did the private school teacher teach you? A little etiquette. nothing."
The young man slapped his thigh: "That private school teacher is as hateful as Qin Feng. He is the one who opens his mouth and shuts up. He made me angry. He punched me and pretended to be dead while lying on the ground. He obviously wanted to blackmail me, so I kicked him seven or eight times. , and then I didn’t come to the private school today.”
Hearing this, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the young man, and asked in a deep voice: "What happens next?"
The young man shrugged: "I heard that Mr. Private School's family is having a funeral today."
The old man picked up the teapot and slapped the boy directly on the back of the head. The broken porcelain fragments along with the tea leaves smeared the boy's head: "You're such a bitch!"
The young man covered his head, took two steps away, and shouted, "Dad, what are you so anxious about? It's not Mr. Private School's funeral, it's his father."
Hearing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and cursed: "Go away, don't bother me here."
The young man curled his lips and walked out angrily, muttering: "Thankfully Qin Feng didn't come, otherwise I would have to rip off his head and play it with a ball. How dare you frame my father in front of the court and seek death!"
The old man had a very good ear and quickly stopped the young man: "What did you say?"
The young man stopped for a moment and said angrily: "I received a letter from Kyoto. It was said that Qin Feng did not come to the official department. At the court meeting today, he said that Dad, you had to come to Fuyun County to have some fun, even if you didn't want to live in Kyoto. It is our family that makes Fuyun County the shame of Thirty-Six Counties. As long as our family gets out, Fuyun County will be fine."
The old man narrowed his eyes and fell into silence. After a moment, he grinned: "Go and break that brat's legs!"
The young man's eyes were shining, and he shouted excitedly: "Dad, this is what I've been waiting for."
The young man turned around and ran out of the palace. He shouted at a few local gangsters at the door: "Call the brothers and go to Kyoto on business!"
A gangster with a suspected stroke, a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and some strange patterns tattooed on his body, asked doubtfully: "Brother...brother, didn't the saint have an order that your family is not allowed to enter Beijing unless there is nothing wrong?"
Li Lang, a man from Fuyun County, raised his leg and kicked it, cursing: "I'm on business, have donkey hair stuffed in your ears?"
The crooked-mouthed man clutched his head and ran away: "What are you doing?"
Li Lang's eyes widened: "Fuck Qin Feng in public!"
At this time, Qin Feng had already left the Forbidden Palace. Although he did not need to go to Fuyun County, the officials kept making trouble. Qin Feng was quite annoyed. Before the officials had time to close the door, he rushed in and sat down in the lobby. , putting on a face of "loving so and so".
This is obviously dependent on it.
Among the officials, look at me, look at you, no one is willing to go up and deal with it.
Finally, it was the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel who frowned and shouted at Qin Feng: "Qin Feng, you are just a county magistrate, how dare you act wildly in the Ministry of Personnel?"
Qin Feng shrugged, put one leg directly on the table, and asked Xiao Xiangxiang to bring the fruit plate on the opposite table, hold it in his arms, and gnaw on it while smiling apologetically: "Being wild? Who is being wild! There is no evidence, be careful I'm suing you for slander! I'm just tired from walking, so I came to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to take a break. Why, my father, as a war supervising minister, has worked hard and accomplished a lot, and I don't even have this privilege?"
The Minister of Civil Affairs was so angry that he wanted to curse!
