Fang Xing returned to Qingshou Temple again. Erta and the two assassins, including the monks they bought in Qingshou Temple, had been taken away by the Jinyiwei people, but the Jinyiwei commander Sai Hazhi did not leave. He was waiting for Fang Xing.

The two went to Mingxin's quiet room to have tea.

After a long silence, Saihazhi suddenly laughed at himself: "I cannot trust the late emperor and His Majesty. If it weren't for the title of ancestors, I wouldn't have gone to Yunnan to be the Xuanfu envoy. As for the position of commander of the Jinyiwei, it was just an excessive amount. Xing He Bo suddenly showed goodwill, and I was uneasy!"

Saihazhi's ancestor Sai Danchi played a huge role in the stability of Yunnan in the early Yuan Dynasty, and his descendants also comforted people's hearts many times in Yunnan.

After Saihazhi, he was also sent to Yunnan by Zhu Yuanzhang. After Ji Gang collapsed, Zhu Di unexpectedly asked him to take over as the commander of the Jinyiwei.

The reputation of several generations of people operating in Yunnan and Nan has made the Saihazhi family a target that the king values ​​but is also guarded against.

When Lan Yu conquered Yun/Nan, she tried to reduce this influence, but later she still couldn't completely cut it off.

Fang Xing looked at him with complicated eyes and said, "Your Majesty wants the Jinyiwei to calm down for a while, and you also have the desire to support your elderly care. Lord Sai, the Jinyiwei official Shenyang is about to return to Beijing. That's... Fang's person, please take care of him."

In the end, he classified Shenyang as his own and gave Zhu Zhanji a good reputation.

"The Jinyiwei has a bad reputation. I just watched them stop making trouble. Neither the late emperor nor His Majesty meant to use Jinyiwei again. I will keep guarding you and wait for the right opportunity to beg for bones."

Since taking over as the commander of the Jinyiwei, Saihazhi has known very clearly what he should do.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Mr. Sai has made contributions to the country and will be blessed with his descendants."

Saihazhi nodded and said, "Your Highness Yingguo, the official only regrets that he is old..."

Fang Xing stood up and smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Sai."

The two completed a exchange of interests without hesitation: Sai Hazhi agreed to take care of Shenyang, while Fang Xing agreed to treat Sai Hazhi's descendants on behalf of Zhu Zhanji.

Politics has always been a product of compromise, and an emperor as strong as Zhu Di cannot help but be patient.

After seeing Sai Hazhi away, Mingxin got out of some corner and said with a downed eyebrows: "The abbot was a little nervous and asked me to plead with me. But this matter really has nothing to do with him."

"This matter is no longer within my control."

Qingshou Temple in early spring looks more vitality. Although the branches are not green, you can smell a different scent from winter in the air.

Moss was densely covered with big trees, and a cluster of small mushrooms began to rise, looking tender.

The quiet room where Fang Xing lives is located in the middle of two small woods, which is extremely quiet. A path is secluded in front and back, and there is no sight.

Mingxin stood under the big tree and smiled and said, "I originally wanted to invite me to return to Jinling, but I have lived in Qingshou Temple for a long time, but I don't want to go to Jinling to endure the heat of summer and the wet and cold winter."

“It’s a good place.”

The sound of the Buddhist chant came from afar, and Mingxin couldn't help but lower his head and recited it, with the solemn appearance of treasure.

Fang Xing walked slowly along the path. The breeze blew slightly cold, but it made people feel refreshed.

The big trees on both sides are arranged unevenly, but they make people feel more wild.

Fang Xing curiously searched for novelty under the big trees, but unfortunately he never found mushrooms again.

However, there are many creatures in early spring, and the bugs also emerge and crawl everywhere.

"It's a pity that Wuyou is not here, otherwise he could still..."

Fang Xing straightened his waist and saw a familiar face.

"I have seen my uncle, but my nephew has never visited him after he arrived in the capital. I am ashamed!"

Fang Xing bowed and saluted, Chen Jiahui stroked his beard and said, "As soon as you arrived in the capital, I am afraid of seeing you!"

Fang Xing smiled and asked, "But is anyone making things difficult for his uncle?"

Chen Jiahui turned around and the two walked forward together.

"No one is in a dilemma. It's just that you beat someone in the palace, and some censors outside can't stand it anymore, saying that they want to impeach you."

With such a relationship between the two families, Chen Jiahui was naturally assigned to Fang Xing's party, so there is no hope of promotion in recent years.

Chen Jiahui pulled off a dead branch hanging from the tree and said slowly: "The late emperor was in control of the government affairs. When His Majesty ascended the throne, he would probably feel a little restrained, but he couldn't be anxious! So His Majesty grinded a little bit and brought you back, just to control the government affairs quietly while asking you to disturb those... tacit understanding."

Fang Xing nodded and kicked the dead branches he had pulled down to the side of the road, "Whether it is His Majesty or the future king, such a fight will continue. Unless it can limit each other's rights and restrain each other, there will be a big mess sooner or later."

Chen Jiahui said in surprise: "Are you talking about internal friction?"

"right."

Several monks came in front of him, including the abbot. Seeing Fang Xing receiving guests, he quietly turned around and left.

"Many internal frictions that seem to be a battle of will are actually the root of the struggle for power between kings and ministers."

Whether it is a great ritual dispute or the open and secret struggle between the Donglin Party and Wei Zhongxian, it is a struggle between emperors and subjects in its core.

So the so-called eunuch party is actually the imperial party, which is just a tool for the emperor to launch a fight with his subjects.

Emperor Chongzhen was fooled and killed Wei Zhongxian's party. Most of the time he died in Coal Mountain, he regretted it even when he died in Coal Mountain.

The two of them walked through the path and suddenly realized the moment they were in front of them. The Zen room and quiet room were dotted, and they looked a little more angry.

The abbot and others were talking in the distance, but Fang Xing ignored it and just said to Chen Jiahui: "Uncle, this is a long and dangerous process. One side will cause a rebound after the tug-of-war between His Majesty and his ministers. Both sides are afraid, so be careful."

Although Chen Jiahui was not a center in Shuntian Mansion, he knew everything about politics. He frowned and said, "This balance is difficult to achieve. Although Your Majesty seems to be tolerant, he has the stubbornness of the late emperor in his bones, and Your Majesty has a deep cunning!"

There are several explanations for cunning, but Fang Xing thought of another one.

Tolerate!

Tolerance is torture for an emperor who is actually very vengeful and stingy.

"Your Majesty is a little stingy and holds a grudge! Plus you are in poor health..."

Fang Xing whispered: "That's why I was so angry by Li Shimian. There are also anxiety caused by Your Majesty's inability to control the court. Uncle, don't get involved. Your Highness is not your Highness who studied with those great scholars before. He... also holds a grudge!"

Chen Jiahui nodded and said, "There is nothing that the emperor does not hold grudges, it's just to see if he can take revenge. Your Highness Yingguo, so some people are worried. You should remind Your Highness that it's best to return to the capital as soon as possible."

The abbot over there couldn't help but come over. Fang Xing said, "I know, but this matter depends on His Majesty's intention."

Chen Jiahui nodded, and then Fang Xing sent him out.

When I came back, the abbot was already waiting.

"Xinghe Bo, those people colluded with each other and then hid in the temple. I am guilty of my sin."

The abbot's attitude was very low, Fang Xing said unreasonably: "The Jinyiwei has taken over this matter. It is certain that Qingshou Temple is negligent in management. It would be better for the master to correct himself first."

The abbot was overjoyed, folded his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and then hurriedly took people there.

Fang Xing looked at his back in a hurry and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

The so-called "being born into the world" is just a change in mentality.

With a mentality born, you can still feel the tranquility in the downtown city.

The mentality is impetuous and the six senses are not pure, so even in the deep mountains, you will not be at peace.

Fang Xing's heart was not calm and he was almost dazed by anger. If he hadn't had a trace of reason left, he would have cut Erta into pieces at this moment.

Xin Laoqi came in a hurry and brought the news that Fang Xing urgently needed.

"Master, I found the messenger!"

"who?"
Chapter completed!