Long live the outside world.

And inside...

But there was no sound.

It seems that Emperor Hongzhi has no interest in people outside.

But... the ministers all held their breath.

Crack... Crack...

What sound is this?

finally……

Some people can't help it.

Then Wu Kuan said: "Your Majesty, I... welcome your Majesty."

Still no movement.

The people who fell on the ground looked at me, I looked at you, looked at each other in all directions.

What's going on?

What's the sound inside?

Why doesn't Your Majesty say a word?

Nothing will happen inside...

Wang Ao was sweating from his forehead, and he was not standing for a while, and he was not sitting.

"Come in." Emperor Hongzhi's voice finally rang again.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone entered one after another.

Wang Ao walked in front, but as soon as he entered the workshop, he saw a familiar back.

Emperor Hongzhi turned his back to him, but he skillfully stepped on the logs, holding a long saw in his hand, and constantly cutting the wood.

Pieces of wood scattered on the ground.

Emperor Hongzhi was already sweating profusely. Because Rushan was wide and not suitable for workmanship, he wore a short shirt and his whole body... was no different from ordinary craftsmen.

Suddenly, Wang Ao's tears flowed out.

Who asked His Majesty to saw the wood here?

This is the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the son of a thousand gold, if you can't sit in the hall, how can Your Majesty... How can you...

"Your Majesty..." Wang Ao choked and knelt down again.

Others bowed down one after another.

Emperor Hongzhi saw half of it and frowned slightly. He focused on it, took a rope ruler, measured it, and confirmed that there was no deviation in size. Then, he suddenly stepped on the sawed half of the wood, and the remaining half of the wood broke brittle and fell to the ground.

"Don't argue, the order is urgent. You must send the goods out in the evening and let me finish the work."

"this……"

The ministers were speechless.

They think... did your Majesty... also have a brain disease?

Oh... Fang Jifan's brain disease is even more contagious, so I'll say it earlier!

Emperor Hongzhi focused on his mind and said, "Let others come in and get things done quickly. Orders are a big deal and they cannot be careless."

“…”

Fang Jifan and others entered one after another.

These craftsmen have become accustomed to Mr. Zhu, but now he is the emperor and they are all so arrogant that they dare not show off.

Emperor Hongzhi greeted them: "It's time to work."

Everyone returned to their workstations, painted and made the paint, made the milling and made the milling. For a moment, this small workshop had the sound of ping-pong.

Fang Jifan stood there, not knowing which work station he should go to. In fact... he suddenly realized that he seemed... unfamiliar with his business.

Compared to the busy work in this workshop, the ministers still dare not show off. They felt that His Majesty seemed to be a little different from the past.

Looking at the back, this back, he was familiar with holding the saw and cutting off the wood. Everyone... was shocked and... couldn't understand.

laugh……

Suddenly... Emperor Hongzhi's hand stopped, and everyone looked up and focused on him.

Emperor Hongzhi put down the saw and stretched out his palm, but because of accident, the saw cut his fingers, the wound was not deep and blood beads rolled out.

The ministers were shocked and felt that they could no longer breathe.

"Your Majesty... is injured. Come, please come quickly... Please follow the imperial doctor, the imperial doctor..."

Emperor Hongzhi shook his head: "No need, just a minor injury."

As he said that, he casually put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them, and the blood was gone.

"Just apply some medicine later."

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but stretched his waist, and then turned around and looked at the ministers kneeling on the ground, Fang Jifan also knelt in it... This guy...

Emperor Hongzhi was speechless. Wherever he belonged to? Why did he seem to be hiding wherever he was idle? This is not a brain disease. It was obviously too smart.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Repeat the vassal."

"At." Fang Jifan was a little unconfident, as if... this... was a bit unconscionable.

But... our Fang Jifan wants to keep a useful body for the millions of ordinary people...

Emperor Hongzhi said, "Get up and stand on the other side."

"Oh." Fang Jifan stood up and stood obediently behind Emperor Hongzhi. The craftsmen at other workstations did not dare to stop. Fang Jifan pretended to pick up the saw that Emperor Hongzhi had just grabbed, and it was crossed in the air, looking a bit like a working people.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the officials with his hands behind his back. These were his ministers. Meeting them in Fengtian Hall was completely different from meeting in this workshop.

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes fell on Wu Kuan, and he smiled: "Wu Qing family, what's wrong with your face?"

This is what Wu Kuan is waiting for.

The blood on his face had already dried up, but he was reluctant to wipe it off, in order to impeach Ouyang Zhi.

"Your Majesty..." Wu Kuan raised his throat and burst into tears: "Ouyang Zhi... Ouyang Zhi... He started... and smashed it with an inkstone. Ouyang Zhi, a prefect, is so bold and arbitrary, Your Majesty, if I had not avoided the vital points at the beginning, now... I can't see Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Ouyang Zhi acted boldly, beat Shangguan, and even deliberately murdered. This... This is the crime of death. I beg Your Majesty... to make the decision for me!"

As he said that, Wu Kuan whimpered and kowtowed.

All the ministers did not make any noise.

What Wu Kuan accused of was a serious crime, Ouyang Zhi... it's over.

Unfortunately, a very good young man, just like that...

Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyebrows: "How did he hit you?"

Wu Kuan said: "Use an inkstone."

"Inkstone?"

"How many inches of inkstone?"

Wu Kuan stretched his neck, anxious and indescribable.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Get the inkstone."

After a while, Xiao Jing took the inkstone. Emperor Hongzhi had no expression on his face, and he was obviously furious.

Wu Kuan felt confident and thought that his great revenge was finally repaid, which was considered as God had a vision.

Emperor Hongzhi grabbed the inkstone: "How about this inkstone?"

Wu Kuan stretched his neck and looked at it: "It's almost..."

Emperor Hongzhi said, "How did it hit it?"

Wu Kuan touched his forehead gently: "Just like this, I smashed this place, Your Majesty... I really... I almost couldn't see you. At the beginning... I was in the Eastern Palace to teach Your Majesty... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I."

He talked about his love between himself and Emperor Hongzhi at the beginning, which was a very good time. Of course, he knew that His Majesty was a sympathetic person. Only when he touched His Majesty could he avenge himself.

He wanted Ouyang Zhi to be ruined and die without a place to be buried.

Others felt sorry for Ouyang Zhi. At this point... Ouyang Zhi... After all, it was too much...

But at this time... Emperor Hongzhi played with the inkstone in his hand, and suddenly...

The inkstone in his hand came out of his hand.

The inkstone flew towards Wu Kuan's forehead very quickly.

It happened to be the wound.

Wu Kuan suddenly felt a... familiar feeling.
To be continued...