"What happened to the ghost guy?" After Jiajing dealt with Qin Hanlin, he finally decided to formally contact the remaining Protestant ghost guy.
"I have come outside the palace gate to see you more than ten times. A few times, I came every other day. Although I don't understand the language well, I can see that I am sincere." Lu Fang first reported the truth truthfully, then looked up and saw Jiajing's face. After grasping that glimmer of wisdom, he immediately said a kind word for the foreigner.
"Next time he comes, summon him to the palace. The visitor is a guest, so you can't keep turning him away." Jiajing glanced at Lu Fang's little movements and said indifferently.
In fact, according to what Jiajing wanted to do in The Monarch to strengthen military training, this ghost man was urgently needed to lead the way, so that Ming Dynasty could also board the ship of globalization and make money.
But Jiajing, who is well versed in the ways of serving his subordinates, understands that the more you ask for something, the more you have to hold it in check. No matter what he does, the initiative can only be in the hands of the Ming Emperor.
"Yang Jinshui will be back soon"
Qin Hanlin in Zhao Prison is now possessed by Jiajing. He was a little angry at first, but now he has fully adapted to it. .
The most embarrassing thing now is dealing with the visit from colleague Qingliu. After all, to get by, every colleague who comes to visit must be crazy all the time. What I'm most afraid of is that my former friends from the same school will come and stay for an hour or two.
My friend can chatter, but Qin Hanlin must stay in jail with him.
And it can’t stop. Whenever it stops, my friends will call the jailer and the prison doctor to see if it can be saved. It’s easy to get a few injections.
Now Qin Hanlin has long regretted why he had so many colleagues before his death.
In the first few days, I was still a bit resistant. I would leave the corpse lying in pieces unless acquaintances came to visit me. After a few days, I couldn’t stand it any longer. Taixi's books are also books, so he was willing to compile and translate them.
There is no other way to join if you can’t beat them. Qin Hanlin must have guessed that if Taixi studies could not gain orthodox status, he would not be able to stop thinking about his madness.
Speaking of which, my beloved wife hasn’t given birth to a baby yet, so it’s not a problem to just stay in jail like this.
Now that I am determined to join, I might as well find a way to rectify the name of Taixi School.
First of all, Ming Dynasty is a kingdom of heaven. It is absolutely impossible for those ghost guys to earn the reputation of a country of brothers with just a few books. Not only was it emotionally unacceptable, but the tribute system that had been implemented in the Ming Dynasty for more than a hundred years had to be disintegrated.
Therefore, Europe and the West must not be the current countries such as Italy, Italy, and France. Tessie must be a nobler being than them.
As for who is the real Thai, we have to rely on these piles of translation manuscripts.
At the end of the day, Qin Hanlin already knew that he would consciously go to the study room in Zhao Prison every day to work. If a colleague came to visit him, he would go back to his prison and pretend to be crazy.
"Have you been promoted? Why are the little flags outside nodding and bowing when they see you these days? Just now, all the officials from hundreds of households were very polite to you." Song Yingchang asked with a puzzled look on his face. Wang Xiaoqi.
"This is not a promotion." Wang Xiaoqi was a little embarrassed.
"Honestly, what kind of bad luck have you had and what a high branch you have climbed to. If you want to be transferred, I'd better prepare a farewell party in advance. Just be a close friend and don't mess with those who are cautious. "Song Yingchang was deliberately provoked. There is no other way, I really can't help but wonder why a small flag official can make hundreds of officials obey.
"I really didn't get promoted. My wife was selected to be my grandson's wet nurse for some reason, and she even asked my child who was less than one year old to be my grandson's wet nurse." Wang Xiaoqi said angrily. He said, looking like he was still reluctant even though he got an advantage.
"No wonder" Song Yingchang finally understood the benefits of being born in the capital and within the system. Opportunities that outsiders couldn't earn through hard work, those from the capital unexpectedly got them in a daze. Reminiscent of Lu Bing's previous power, Wang Xiaoqi's family is about to prosper.
"No, there are far less benefits than you think. This time His Majesty ordered the selection of nannies for the grandson, and asked for nanny brothers. At the beginning, the three selected were all from literati families. I don’t know why. I asked your Majesty to say no. Later, it was arranged by Eunuch Lu, one of the descendants of Jin Yiwei, Jingying and the royal family surnamed Zhu. Now they probably hate His Highness Prince Yu. I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse." Wang Xiaoqi suddenly said. Wei Dao is here.
Actually, he had wanted to ask Song Yingchang for his decision for a long time, but he really didn't know how to ask before.
"You can keep your composure. By the way, you are already married and have children. I thought you were a bachelor like me." Song Yingchang thought about it before he realized that Wang Xiaoqi had thick eyebrows and big eyes. They were usually brothers, but they got married and had a baby quietly.
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