Smack...

The inkstone hit the forehead hard.

Sure enough... very familiar...

Wu Kuan suddenly felt his head sinking, impartially, hitting the old wound, and the severe pain spread throughout his body in an instant.

He shouted to kill pigs.

Blood...swallowed down.

The pain was not only his body, but his heart, his heart, as if it was torn apart.

He trembled, his hands covered the wound, and there was blood again, blood in one hand.

"Your Majesty..." Wu Kuan made a sad and angry voice.

"Your Majesty..." The officials were already shocked.

Your Majesty...How can Your Majesty...

Mr. Wu once taught His Majesty the Confucian Master the Confucian Master. Although he did not have the name of a master and a disciple, he was also the reality of a master and a disciple.

What's more... he is a minister, how could His Majesty humiliate the minister so much and beat him like this?

This is something that only a foolish monarch would do.

Everyone was heartbroken.

When someone carefully glanced at Emperor Hongzhi, he found that Emperor Hongzhi's face was without any shame, but it was like the ice that had not melted for thousands of years. His face was particularly terrifying, and murderous intent was flashing through his eyes.

"Is this how it was smashed?" Emperor Hongzhi asked sternly.

Wu Kuan bowed, he couldn't understand what was going on. Suddenly, he became frightened. He felt the fear for the first time. He crawled on the ground, letting the blood on his forehead flow on the ground.

He trembled all over: "Yes...yes..."

Emperor Hongzhi laughed: "So, is it better for me to smash it, or is it better for Ouyang Qing's family?"

Insult... This is insult.

Your Majesty, how can you regard your minister as a prostitute?

Wu Kuan was extremely sad and angry: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty does this as an insult..."

"I just want to insult you!" Emperor Hongzhi responded impatiently without waiting for him to speak: "If I don't insult you, if I don't learn from Ouyang Qing's family and smash you Wu Kuan to death, how can I be right? How can I be right? How can I be left to the countless people who have separated from their wives and children in Tongzhou? How can those refugees who are hungry and cold? In Baoding Prefecture, use their hands to make themselves live a living with food and clothing?"

“…”

Everyone was stunned.

They could not understand what Emperor Hongzhi said.

At this moment, Emperor Hongzhi was already full of anger: "Your salary and your salary are the people's money and ointment. I trust you and give you the minister of the Ministry of Personnel. What a heavy responsibility. All the officials in the Beijing Prefectures will make the wise men use for me and eliminate the incompetent ones. This is also your responsibility, but... what have you done, what have you eaten my salary?"

Wu Kuan trembled in pain and was scolded by Emperor Hongzhi so much that he couldn't raise his head. At this time... he was a little dissatisfied: "Your Majesty... must have been bewitched by the treacherous ministers. I... I have always been obedient to the public and have a clean and honest attitude..."

"Treacherous ministers, where are the traitors?" Emperor Hongzhi pressed step by step.

Wu Kuan took a deep breath, and he had the courage from where he came from. He looked up and his eyes passed over Emperor Hongzhi and fell on Fang Jifan.

It has reached this point...

Fight!

Wu Kuan found three long-lost words from his teeth: "Fang...Ji...Fan!"

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Chapter completed!