"Your Highness must be careful about Yu Cheng'an. He seems to be righteous, upright, and open-minded, but in fact he has personal concerns and deep thoughts. He thought that Wei Chaoren died in 100 years to take the opportunity to rise to the position of Yu Fannan, the commander of the Xinzhouxiang Army of his nephew, Yu Fannan, took the opportunity to rise to the position. A few days ago, he deliberately met with the sisters of the Wei family, which made him look open-minded. This time, as a scheming, it is a difficult person to meet him. No matter what he says next time, your Highness can just listen to it, don't believe it." Mr. Fang said slowly while inciting the small furnace of charcoal fire to cook tea.

The prince opposite was absent-minded, with a gloomy face, and was holding a framed pair of words in his hand, which was the "Small Plum in the Mountain Garden" recently spread in Beijing.

Seeing that he had been talking for a long time and the other party didn't listen at all, Mr. Fang frowned slightly, and finally refused to speak. The force of the fanning fire became a little heavier. The prince was still gritting his teeth: "This poem was definitely bought! How could that evil person write such a good poem! It's absolutely impossible."

Mr. Fang frowned secretly and then said softly: "Actually, the prince also understood that this poem could not be bought. His Highness secretly told the Ministry of Revenue that the Prince Xiao's offerings would be deducted by half. How could he buy such a masterpiece? However, with the ability of the prince, he could not make this poem. It seems that eight out of ten are made by experts."

The prince slapped the table and said angrily: "Check it out, send someone to find out which stubborn master is helping him."

"Your Highness!" Mr. Fang emphasized, "That's just a small matter. Everything needs to be prioritized. He wrote this poem for a while, so what if he flocked to talented scholars? Poetry is just a small way, and the world is the great way. He is just a foolish person after all, and it is difficult to achieve great things. When Your Highness ascends the throne, he will deal with it as much as he wants. Your Highness has more important things to do now."

The prince glanced at him, then tore the poems in his hand to pieces and threw them to the ground: "Do you know why I hate him?"

Mr. Fang nodded slowly: "The prince hated Li Xingzhou and wanted Wei Chaoren to die, but there was no need to rush."

The prince smiled contemptuously and said, "It's good that you know. If you can help me with both, you will definitely be rewarded. I won't treat you badly when I ascend the throne in the future!"

"How dare you not obey your order? I am a visitor to the Crown Prince's Mansion. I am not afraid to ask for rewards for your concerns and affairs." Mr. Fang bowed.

The prince waved his sleeves and said, "Don't tell me that it's useless. Tell me how to kill Wei Chaoren. My father refused to decide this for a long time. I'm afraid that changes will happen over time. This time I finally tried to tamper with the battle report. If my efforts fail, my efforts will be wasted. He is far away in Guanbei, and I don't know when he will have a chance in the future."

Mr. Fang did not hurry or slow down. He first poured tea for the prince, and then gave himself a full meal. When the prince was about to help him, he spoke: "In fact, things are simple now. The ministers advised him, and even the Zhong Daoyu didn't speak anymore. The emperor did not kill but hesitated to think about his old feelings. It was the most critical time to weigh the pros and cons. The side of death was on par with the vitality. As long as we add a little bit of weight, the emperor would tend to kill him."

"How to add weight!" the prince said anxiously.

Mr. Fang smiled calmly: "This matter is simple. As long as any matter that is unfavorable to Wei Chaoren happens to the emperor and happens to be heard by the emperor, then he will definitely die!"

"Okay!" the prince said happily, and then his face changed: "You play with me, Wei Chaoren is in charge of the Censorate Prison. No outsiders are allowed to meet at will. What else can he do?"

"Don't be anxious for the prince." Mr. Fang smiled and drank a sip of fragrant tea. "He naturally did not make any mistakes in the Censorate Prison, but his family was not in the prison, so his family could make any mistakes. Didn't Wei Chaoren's children Wei Yubai and Wei Xingping still run up and down the capital? This is the best opportunity!"

The prince suddenly realized: "You mean..."

"That's right, it depends on the prince's methods now. As long as they are involved in lawsuits, the bigger the better, it is best to affect human life, and then it will be heard by the emperor. Now at the end of the year, the Empress Dowager's birthday is about to be around. If there is a troubled moment, the emperor will be furious. If there is anger, it will definitely be implicated." Mr. Fang said slowly.

The corners of the prince's mouth kept rising, and he couldn't help laughing. There were countless homeless men in the capital, nameless beggars. It was easy for him to make a lawsuit as the prince!

"Hahaha, this skill is good, Mr. Fang is worthy of my son's house!" said the prince proudly.

Mr. Fang's mouth twitched and he kept whispering: "Your Highness is careful of his words, and he is worried that disaster will come from his mouth."

"What are you afraid of? I will be the emperor anyway. How is it different to say this now and two years later?" The prince waved his hand indifferently.

Mr. Fang had to laugh, and then said, "But there is another thing Your Highness needs to pay attention to. At that time, it will be a personal lawsuit. The emperor will not ask about it personally. Someone must inform the emperor."

"I'll just tell my father." The prince said casually. To him, such a small thing seemed so simple.

"No." Mr. Fang shook his head quickly: "It's not surprising that no name or no origin died in the capital from time to time. But your highness is the prince of the Eastern Palace, but it is too suspicious to pay attention to such a small case. At that time, you will probably be suspicious. Please arrange for others to do so."

The prince frowned: "It's still so troublesome..." Then he thought about it and said for a while: "What about Mo Minyun, the son of the Central Secretariat? He is my wife's brother and is loyal to me. Let him do it and never let it go."

Mr. Fang shook his head again: "The Secretariat talks about the criminal case is too suspicious. If Your Majesty thinks too much, it will be counterproductive. After investigation, it will help Wei Chaoren."

The prince was impatient and waved, "Then I should be fine when I look for the people from the Ministry of Justice. I still have contacts with the Ministry of Justice. I will ask him to help me and I will not dare to refuse.

"It's better to do this. The Ministry of Justice reports are reasonable and the emperor will not doubt it. At that time, Long Yan was furious and Wei Chaoren had to die. But he didn't know whether the Ministry of Justice's sentence was reliable. At that time, please ask the prince to explain that he must not leak the news." Mr. Fang bowed.

"I know." The prince's patience has reached its extreme.

.........

A long time later, the tea was cold when the person left, and the prince had already left. Mr. Fang picked up the herbal tea in his hand in front of the empty courtyard, and said respectfully to himself: "Brother Ji, Fang is going to avenge you. It has been almost ten years since he was waiting. I don't know if you are safe under the wine spring."

After drinking tea, he continued, "Although Wei Chaoren is dead, the lunar Daoyu I have no choice but to have no choice. Fang cannot expect Brother Ji to forgive me. In this way, I can only deal with Li Xingzhou, but he is a foolish person, so what if he kills him, the biggest hatred is still on the lunar Daoyu."

As he said that, he stood up, put away the teapots of the small stove one by one, and then he murmured to himself as he looked at the "Memorial of the Departure" hanging on the wall: "I didn't expect that the word would come true..."
Chapter completed!