Chapter 507 This is fate
"Your Majesty, Yan Shifan is still not awake."
Huang Jin sent people to Zhilu from time to time to inquire about the situation. Now, nearly three hours had passed since Yan Shifan was assassinated and injured. Yan Shifan's wounds had been treated, but he was still unconscious.
"What does the imperial physician say?" asked Emperor Jiajing.
"It is said that I should... I can't die."
"Is there any news about Rui Jingxian from Qingzhi's side?"
"No news yet."
Emperor Jiajing closed his eyes and whispered, "There are always people who want to profit from chaos."
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Zhilu, on duty in the room.
Cui Yuan comforted Yan Song, but Yan Song just sat silently beside the bed. Cui Yuan sighed, "Prime Minister, Donglou's pulse is a little disordered, but it is not weak after all... He should be fine."
Yan Song nodded, and Cui Yan stood up. "Some things have accumulated outside. I will go and take a look."
After he left, Yan Song glanced at the closed door and said, "How many people are waiting to see me make a fool of myself and to see Dong Lou die. You, Cui Yuan, are no exception."
He turned around and looked at Yan Shifan lying on the bed, and said softly: "I am old now. When I saw the sword light, I just wanted to push you away, but you..."
Yan Song picked up the cloth and gently wiped his son's short and fat neck, "The imperial physician said, it's a blessing that it happened, otherwise the sword would have hit your heart.
How can you be so stupid, child? As a father, I have said that I am satisfied with my life just because I can hold the power.
My father is now old and his eyesight is blurry, and he is confused from time to time...
As a father, I know that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger, and I have long wanted to return home to avoid disaster, but I am reluctant to do so.
What I am reluctant to let go of is that my son is a man of natural talent. If he were to follow me and live in seclusion in the mountains, wouldn’t it be a waste of his best years? "
"I have lived enough, so I will die. If I die, given my son's ability and your majesty's current situation, you will definitely continue to use my son.
With my son's ability, he can naturally win over Wenhua and others and continue to control power. In this way, I, as a father, can rest in peace in my grave, but you...you are so stupid! "
Yan Song gently patted Yan Shifan's forehead, "My son, wake up!"
Yan Shifan didn't move.
"My son..." Yan Song burst into tears, "Wake up. I will not leave. I will stay in the capital, in the imperial court. When you are fully grown, I will return home. Is that okay?"
Yan Shifan remains the same.
Yan Song wiped his neck artery with a cloth. It was said that this was how patients were cooled down in Xin'an Lane. He didn't know what would happen to his son, but the imperial physician said that if he had a fever, it would be troublesome.
"That year, you followed me to the capital, looked at the city wall, and said to me: Dad, sooner or later, I will stand in the capital and look down on the world. At that time, I scolded you for not knowing your place. Now the government of the Ming Dynasty is in the hands of my father and me, but you..."
Yan Song lowered his head and tears rolled down his cheeks.
He slowly raised his head, clasped his hands together, and said devoutly: "Gods and Buddhas, if you can help my son wake up, I will be a vegetarian from now on..."
"father!"
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Outside the city, Jiang Qingzhi looked at Zhu Xizhong, his mind filled with the prospects brought about by the other party's words.
Instead!
Take control of the power of the Ming Dynasty!
"Qingzhi!" Zhu Xizhong looked at him, "Opportunities are rare and will never come back again!"
Xu Wei also advised: "In this critical moment, if Yan Shifan dies, Xu Jie will definitely take advantage of the situation. And those people will not sit idly by. I bet they will definitely win over Xu Jie and secretly support him... Your Majesty will also turn a blind eye for the sake of the overall situation..."
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "This matter...cannot be mentioned again."
All of this is based on the premise that Yan Shifan is dead, but Jiang Qingzhi feels that Yan Shifan is not going to die that easily.
This is a gut feeling.
Since arriving in Ming Dynasty, although Jiang Qingzhi changed the fate of many people, the fate of important figures, especially life and death, remained the same.
The only exception was Xia Yan, but Xia Yan fell from power. Although he still had some influence, he was not an important figure to the Ming Dynasty.
"Hey!" Zhu Xizhong held the reins, "Forget it, come here, tell the news immediately that the second master was assassinated and injured."
The old playboy is also a decisive person. Once this news gets out, the outside world will think that it was Yan Song who did it.
If Yan Shifan died, then everything would be over, and Yan Song would step down in disgrace. If Yan Shifan was not dead, after reviewing the incident, it would be discovered that it was not Jiang Qingzhi who did it...
Damn it, Yan Song, shouldn’t you give me an explanation for this?
As soon as they entered the city, they received a piece of news.
"Yan Shifan has woken up."
Zhu Xizhong's body trembled, and he slowly looked at Jiang Qingzhi, "Qingzhi, brother, I suspect... you are really blessed by God!"
If Jiang Qingzhi had listened to Zhu Xizhong and Xu Wei's advice and taken decisive action against Yan Song, a war would have broken out between the two sides, with the Confucians beating drums and gongs, or even practicing Taiping Fist...
"That was a close call!" Xu Wei's eyes lit up. "This is what it means when good things happen to you!"
Zhu Xizhong glanced at him and, for once, developed some favorable feelings towards this sharp-tongued strategist.
Jiang Qingzhi shook off the cigarette ash and said, "This is fate!"
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"Yan Shifan has woken up."
Chen Zhan came in again.
Yang Qing and Han Yu, who were planning the follow-up of this matter, sighed at the same time. "Jiang Qingzhi is lucky!"
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Baiyun Tower.
Ning Yu had changed her clothes and was holding the long sword in her hand. She felt a little regretful, "It was a little off, otherwise Yan Shifan would have died for sure."
"Miss, Yan Shifan is dead but Yan Song is still alive!" Yuanyang said.
"You don't understand. Yan Song is old, so why do people call Yan Shifan the Little Elder? It's because most of the political affairs are nominally handled by Yan Song, but in fact they are managed by him.
This man is the unknown Prime Minister. If he dies today, Yan Song will surely fall. Then the government will be in chaos... and our Holy Church can wait for an opportunity to act."
Ning Yu wiped the sword and the madam came.
"People outside said that Jiang Qingzhi planned to assassinate Yan Song and his son. When Yan Shifan was still asleep, Jiang Qingzhi was assassinated outside the city."
"Huh!" Ning Yu was surprised, "They actually implicated him."
"Jiang Qingzhi was talking to Yan Song and his son at the time, and the guards relaxed for a moment. If not for that, it would have been difficult for the young lady to take action at that time." The madam laughed and said, "This is a disaster for the innocent. If Yan's party and Jiang Qingzhi turn against each other because of this, it will be a good thing."
"The more chaotic the better!" Ning Yu nodded, but the image of the young nobleman involuntarily appeared in his mind.
That day, she sang and danced, and he cried...
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"It can't be Jiang Qingzhi!"
Yan Shifan woke up and after hearing about the current situation, he made a judgment without much thought, "If Jiang Qingzhi wanted to assassinate my father and me, he would definitely do it quietly."
At this moment, the duty room was full of important members of the Yan Party. Zhao Wenhua said, "What if he did it on purpose?"
Yan Shifan frowned and looked at him, "Drunk?"
Zhao Wenhua shook his head, stunned, "I haven't drunk alcohol in the past few days."
Yan Shifan said: "Jiang Qingzhi is trusted by His Majesty. Now he has Wang Yiqi and others as his wings. The foundation of the Mohist School has been started outside the city. Everything is thriving. At this moment, what he values most is not power, but the foundation of the Mohist School..."
"Donglou, you said that Jiang Qingzhi doesn't value power at the moment, but he is very good at it. Now even Jiang Hua from the Ministry of Industry speaks well of him..." Zhao Wenhua said.
Yan Shifan sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, took the small bowl handed to him by Yan Song, glanced at the medicine in the bowl, frowned, and said, "Look at Jiang Qingzhi's layout in the past two years, he has always taken one step at a time and never taken risks.
Because he knew that relying on the trust of His Majesty alone was not enough to support the Mohist School and his future. Therefore, he kept it a secret for a long time, until he was fully grown, and then he revealed his identity as a leader of the Mohist School. This person was as patient as Xu Jie. "
"Donglou, drink the medicine first." Yan Song's kind and compassionate look reminded Yan Shifan of his mother's ferocity. He tilted his head back and drank the medicine with a bitter face. Yan Song handed him a candied fruit, and he took it and put it in his mouth, then he gasped a few times.
"At this moment, the Confucians and Mohists are fighting. Although we are just spectators, we are at least half allies." Yan Shifan said, "If he assassinates my father and son, the only one who can take over as Prime Minister is Xu Jie.
Don't forget that Xu Jie's two disciples defected and joined Jiang Qingzhi. This is a great shame and humiliation. No matter how patient Xu Jie is, he will secretly trip him up."
Zhao Wenhua seemed to be thinking about something. Yan Shifan shook his head slightly, thinking that his father's adopted son was too narrow-minded and irrational when it came to Jiang Qingzhi. "When Xu Jie came to power, Jiang Qingzhi's only means of competing for power was to promote Wang Yiqi. Wang Yiqi's qualifications were enough, but after entering the Zhilu, Xu Jie would not give him a chance... Don't forget Xia Yan back then, and Xu Jie now."
Xia Yan suppressed Yan Song for many years. When Yan Song came, father and son joined forces to suppress Xu Jie, leaving him no chance to even read memorials.
"Then the cabinet will set off a bloody storm. In the chaos, the Confucians will take advantage of the situation and make a move. Jiang Qingzhi has no power at the moment. How can he resist?"
Yan Shifan looked at his father and wanted to complain, but he could see the kindness in his eyes, so he sighed and held back, "As long as we are here, those scholars will have another powerful enemy. If we fall, Jiang Qingzhi will have to face the ministers directly... Don't you understand? That wall!"
Zhao Wenhua slapped his forehead and said, "We are a wall that your majesty uses to isolate his ministers. This wall stands in front of your majesty and also blocks a lot of criticism for Jiang Qingzhi..."
"Although the Mohist School and Jiang Qingzhi are becoming more powerful, if we are not here, the scholars will be able to attack with all their might. And how can he and the Mohist School... defeat them?"
Yan Shifan said something and felt some pain in his wound, so he leaned over to catch his breath.
"Okay, everyone go out." Yan Song stood up and said.
Zhao Wenhua stood up and asked, "Who could have done this?" He suddenly shuddered, "Could it be those scholars?"
Yan Shifan closed his eyes and said, "It's hard to say."
At this time, someone came in and reported, "Prime Minister, someone from Chang Wei Bo's side is here."
Everyone looked at each other, and Zhao Wenhua asked, "What is he going to do?"
The person who came was Xu Wei. He came in and bowed. Seeing that Yan Shifan was fine, he smiled and said, "My Lord said that if Yan Siqing wakes up, as long as he is not confused, this matter will naturally come to light. Goodbye!"
"Wait!" Yan Shifan stopped him and said, "Tell Chang Wei Bo that we can have a drink together when we have time."
Xu Wei smiled more amiably, "Okay, I'll definitely pass it on."
After Xu Wei left, Yan Shifan smiled and said, "Jiang Qingzhi is a smart man. After this, the rumors from the outside world will be refuted."
He rubbed his belly and said, "Dad, pass the food!"
There was a small canteen for the prime minister in Zhilu, and food was delivered soon after.
"Dad, why is there no meat in your dish?"
"I heard that being a vegetarian is good for your health, so I wanted to try it." Yan Song took a bite of the vegetarian dish and frowned slightly.
His life has been full of ups and downs, but no matter what, he never treated himself badly when it came to food, and he always had delicious food. Now that he is a vegetarian, he feels like he is eating grass.
"Dad, how does it taste?" Yan Shifan, who was also a meat lover, asked curiously.
Yan Song looked up and said with a smile: "It tastes quite good."
(End of this chapter)
