The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

In the end, he was blasted out by various routines.

This makes me go back, how can I explain to Jiajing?

Bao Zheng was about to hop around and curse the street when he suddenly saw the door open.

Yan Nian came out with a sad face.

"Oh?" Bao Zheng was full of hope again, hurried up and asked: "Did Yan Ge change his mind and want to see us?"

"No!" Yan Nian looked dejected, avoided Bao Zheng with disgust and said, "I'm going to buy a coffin!"

"Ah? Nani?" Bao Zheng anxiously spoke Japanese.

Yang Bo lost his voice: "Isn't it? Buy a coffin? Who is it for?"

"Master." Yan Nian said with a bitter and bitter expression: "You have brought so much bad news. Master is worried about state affairs and is furious. He has fainted. Dr. Li said that he is going to prepare for the funeral. Madam let me Hurry up to the coffin shop, buy a thick coffin and come back. This is called Chongxi. Maybe the master will still have a glimmer of life after such a rush."

Yang Bo: "..."

Bao Zheng: "..."

This matter can be made big.

Yan Song even bought a coffin.

What can I do?

Yan Nian cupped his hands and said: "Three adults, you are all my master's friends. For the sake of old love, please let my master go. Let's go quickly. Otherwise, if the master gets excited again, it will pass away , my family is finished, I beg you guys..."

He really knelt down and kowtowed to the three of them.

This Bao Zheng was speechless.

How can I persuade Yan Song if I almost brought Yan Song to the dog?

Yan Nian's kneeling and yelling made the common people and passers-by around Yan's mansion hear them one after another, and gathered around them one after another.

After a while, the area around Yan Song's mansion was crowded with people.

When the common people saw Yan Nian, Yan Song's personal servant, kowtowing to Yang Bo and Bao Zheng, they all talked a lot.

"Which song is this?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"What? How come?"

"I heard that Mr. Yan Ge was worried about state affairs, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. He went back to the mansion to recuperate, but the emperor sent three elders to come and urge Mr. Yan Ge to go back to work. When Mr. Yan Ge heard that the state affairs were getting worse, he passed out as soon as he got excited."

"Isn't it? Yan Nian is begging the three elders to leave Yan's mansion and stop irritating elder Yan."

"Ah? Old Yan Ge is the mainstay of my Ming Dynasty, the pillar of the country. If he is a dog, what hope does my Ming Dynasty have?"

"That's right! I heard that today, Shen Guanyi brought more than 100 landlord officials to persuade the emperor to tie up Mr. Yan Ge and sacrifice to heaven!"

"Paralysis, I think Shen Yiguan should worship the heavens! The whole family should worship the heavens!"

"There is also Shen Yiguan who said that by killing Mr. Yan Ge, Li Zicheng would be defeated without a fight, and Hou Jin would surrender..."

"Is this Shen Guanyi with a hole in his head? Has the donkey kicked him?"

"Shen Yiguan has been imprisoned, the emperor reprimanded him, he deserves it!"

It's embarrassing for the three elders to stand at the gate of the Yan Mansion.

Then goose.

That Yan Nian is not joking with you...

After a while, a thick coffin of nanmu was delivered to Zuojiazhuang Huarenchang in the west of the city.

An ox cart pulled a large coffin to the gate of Yan's Mansion.

On this coffin, there is also a line of large characters written in gold letters.

"Yan Song, the chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty, will live forever!"

Many people in the capital who were onlookers burst into tears when they saw this...

"Wow! Old Yan Ge, you can't die!"

"When Yan Song dies, Daming will perish!"

"Old Yan Ge, what's the matter with you?"

"Your Majesty, if you exhaust Mr. Yan Ge to death, everything will be over."

In 2.3 years, Yan also cried and wiped away his tears, opened the back door, welcomed the coffin that said Yan Song is immortal, and entered Yan's mansion.

Bao Zheng: "..."

Yang Bo: "..."

TM, there is no FUCK to say.

This wave of Yan Song played 666.

These days, people are more superstitious, and they value life and death above everything else.If it weren't for the critical moment of life and death, no one would take the coffin to their own home, because they dislike bad luck.