The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

He smirked twice and said: "The best way now is for us to secretly rescue Wang Jiaping, and then join forces with Wang Jiaping to put on a good show for the princelings! Let everyone in the world see clearly!"

"What's a good show?" Yan Song stretched his neck and asked curiously.

"You will know when the time comes. Gai Nie, come here with your ears." Yan Song said with a mysterious smile.

Gai Nie and Nie Yinniang moved in the dark night, and without anyone noticing, they landed on the roof of the palace of the imperial envoy.

"Sure enough, as Mr. Yan Ge expected, the commander of the right guard of the rear army is very experienced. He has arranged a large number of troops around Wang Jiaping's room. There are three floors inside and three floors outside. It is impossible to enter from the outside."

Nie Yinniang shook her head lightly.

"Fortunately, Lord Yan has other plans, so we can just take action." Gai Nie said confidently.

Then the commander of the right guard of the rear army personally led the troops on patrol, for fear that Wang Jiaping would run away.

He walked to Wang Jiaping's room, looked through the window, and saw that Wang Jiaping was still there, but he was lying on the bed with some resentment.The lunch and dinner on the table remained untouched.

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Chapter 523 Tofu project [2]

The commander frowned, and asked the person in charge of delivering the food: "Imperial Envoy Wang, how long has it been since you ate?"

The person who delivered the food said in fear and trepidation: "Master Commander, since he was imprisoned, he has been on a hunger strike and has never eaten."

"Bastard!" The right guard commander of the rear army panicked and cursed: "The imperial envoy is starved to death, how many heads do you have enough to chop off?"

He said to Wang Jiaping: "My good lord, people are like iron and rice are steel, your body is very important. If you have any dissatisfaction, wait for half a month to talk about it. Yi Xuexue and I can't run away, just let you yell at me." How about a sigh of relief?"

Wang Jiaping snorted coldly and said: "Where do I have the face to wait for half a month to go out and see the rotten project you built in my name? Kong said to be benevolent, and Meng said to be righteous. Useful, but at least know how to be ashamed! You don’t need to say too much, I’m just going to starve and die.”

The commander of the rear army's right guard saw Wang Jiaping's toughness, changed his face, and said viciously:

"You don't have to drink a toast! If that's the case, rush in and fill me with rice soup!"

He rushed in with dozens of soldiers, Wang Jiaping resisted desperately, but unfortunately the resistance was ineffective, his mouth was forcefully opened, and a lot of rice porridge was poured in.

The commander of the rear army's right guard sneered: "If you go on a hunger strike in the future, you can feed me! As long as he doesn't die! After half a month, I don't need to take care of you, the prince will take care of you!"

Wang Jiaping had no choice but to live or die, and could only cry.

At this time, he suddenly heard a sound from the ground and was startled.

Under the ground, it seems that there are Tu Xingsun digging holes.

From the ground, a human head suddenly drilled out.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?" Wang Jiaping trembled.

"You are the ghost!" The man said angrily, "My lord Yan, sent me to save you. It's not too late, come with me quickly."

Wang Jiaping looked at the hole in front of him in disbelief.

You know, Yi Xue and Commander can control the surrounding [-] meters to be invulnerable. This person needs to drill [-] meters to dig a hole, and can he accurately hit the ground of his room?

This person either knows spells or has powerful computing skills.

Wang Jiaping was finally convinced when he thought of Yan Song's advance survey, precise watering, and miraculous methods when he built the city.

"Old Yan Ge, there are many capable people under his command." Wang Jiaping smiled wryly, "If I can see the sun again, I must go and see it."

In Yan Song's room, Yan Song saw Wang Jiaping, who was unkempt and covered in dirt.

"Old Yan Ge, it's useless to be Wang Jiaping! I'm Ma Su and Zhao Kuo, I can only talk on paper and don't understand the real economics of helping the world!" Wang Jiaping was ashamed~kui, and bowed deeply:

"This time, I, Wang Jiaping, lost the game! I also wasted a lot of money, people's power and materials from the court, and only built a crumbling city wall. It's really useless as a scholar. Shame~kui has no land!"

Hearing Wang Jiaping's candid self-criticism, Yan Song felt secretly refreshed, and shook his head slightly, saying, "Why does Imperial Commissioner Wang do this? You are also serving the country and the people, and you are dedicated to the public, so you represent the emperor and question Yan. Yan really has no grievances." .”

Wang Jiaping was even more ashamed~kui blushing: "The more Mr. Yan Ge said that, the more ashamed Wang Jiaping felt. Now that a big mistake has been made, I was still detained by my subordinates. If it wasn't for Mr. Yan Ge who sent someone to rescue me, I would have died." He had to hang himself."

Michelangelo, who was listening on the sidelines, didn't know why, so he asked Hai Rui, "Why did this lord hang himself? Although he made a mistake earlier, wouldn't it be better if he corrected it?"

Hai Rui snorted coldly and said, "I am a scholar in Ming Dynasty, what I want first is fame! He Wang Jiaping gambled with Yan Song, but he built such a shabby tofu project. After half a month, even if those people release him If he comes out, he will also be ruined and become the target of thousands of people. What else can we do if we don't commit suicide?"

Michelangelo shrugged: "I really can't understand the thinking of you Ming scholars. Fame is so important?"

Hai Rui said disdainfully: "This is my Daming, which is higher than your barbarians! You don't understand!"

Looking at Wang Jiaping who was ashamed, Yan Song smiled and said: "The imperial envoy Wang is a high-spirited and upright officer. Although his level of work is not as good, he is not confused in major matters and refuses to join forces. This is why the boss of the pavilion sent someone to rescue you."

Wang Jiaping smiled bitterly and said: "Although I am free, I have already made a big mistake. After half a month, I must kill myself to thank the world. How can I have the face to go back to see the emperor?"

Yan Song said indifferently: "For this matter, you only need to bear a small part of the responsibility, and the other half should be borne by the princelings. Especially Yi Xue and Commander, how can you take it on behalf of others? Don't worry, this cabinet always has a plan, It can preserve your Wang Jiaping's reputation, so that even if you lose the bet, you won't take the blame for others!"

Wang Jiaping was extremely grateful. He had studied hard for 20 years before he had the status he has today. He was about to show his ambitions and make a big career, so why would he be willing to take the blame for others and hang himself?It's better to die than to live. No one wants to die if they can live.

".〃Old Yan Ge, you are the reborn parents of the lower officials! If you can preserve my reputation, Wang Jiaping will be grateful!"

Wang Jiaping bowed deeply to Yan Song.

Yan Song nodded slightly.

To say that scholars in the Ming Dynasty still have a strong character, unlike the wild boar skin in the Qing Dynasty that turned everyone into slaves, who would kneel down at every turn.Even if you saved your life and saved your father, mother and family, the scholars of Ming Dynasty will at most keep your kindness in their hearts, and just bow to you and salute you. In the future, if you have something to ask him to repay, he will definitely repay you with death.

This Wang Jiaping is worthy of being the famous chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty in the future, and he already has the demeanor of a famous minister.

If the level of doing things is poor, there is still salvation. Once the heart is bad (Zhao Haozhao), there is no salvation at all.