The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Fu Han's farmland was clearly investigated, and Mou Bin came to report to Emperor Hongzhi: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fu's farmland has indeed increased, but... it is only two hundred and eighty acres."

Emperor Hongzhi frowned slightly, that guy Yan Chengjin made a false accusation?

This son has always been cautious and would never impeach easily if he was unsure. No wonder Wang Yue was asked to submit this memorial.

"It is said that Yan Chengjin and Wang Yue have entered the palace."

Yan Chengjin came to Fengtian Hall, looking slightly uneasy.

A trace of reproach flashed deep in Emperor Hongzhi's eyes: "Did you know that for Wang Yue's memorial, I sent someone to investigate Fu Han."

"I know."

At this time, he was still pretending to be ignorant, and His Majesty said that he had no choice but to order him to be executed.

Emperor Hongzhi's voice shook the rubble: "Do you know what the crime of false accusation is?"

"Ming law, any person who falsely accuses someone... is guilty of a death penalty. If the person accused has been convicted, he will sit down and die. If the person is not convicted, he will be punished with a hundred sticks, exiled for three thousand miles, and three years of additional service."

Generally speaking, it is equivalent to returning the punishment received by the defendant to the person who falsely accused him.

This is a law that has its own repercussions.

Yan Chengjin remembers it very clearly.

"It's good that you know, and you should act more prudently in the future. Fu Han is one of the Nine Qings of the Ministry of Rites. Do you know how much responsibility you have to bear for falsely accusing a head of the Sixth Ministry?!" Emperor Hongzhi stared at him.

"This old minister is confused, please punish me, Your Majesty."

"This time, I and Mr. Wang misunderstood Mr. Fu."

Wang Yue longed to resign from his official position. There was no hope of promotion, so he might as well go home and retire.

"Because you are correcting the court's laws, I will spare you once. You will not be reckless in the future." Emperor Hongzhi was a little unhappy.

Yan Chengjin was displeased and said: "I obey the order."

Coming out of Fengtian Hall,

Yan Chengjin was puzzled. Fu Hanguan was the Minister of Rites. His family only had 200 acres of land?

"The Minister of Rites is really difficult to deal with."

Wang Yue frowned: "I know what's going on. It's probably that this farmland has been hidden by someone. It's a black field. Where did my nephew get such evidence?"

Of course it's time travel welfare, could it be Fu Han told me...

"I think it makes sense."

Wang Yue pondered for a few times: "My dear nephew, I can't overthrow him. The hidden fields are extremely difficult to find. It's so vast. Do you know where he is hiding? My dear nephew, why don't you and I go to the Fu Mansion in a while and come to ask for forgiveness."

He could lower his body, but he was afraid that Yan Chengjin wouldn't.

"I won't go down to the official position."

If you don’t win the impeachment, then kneel down and lick it? There is nothing left by licking the dog, although I don’t know whether this curse is true or not.

To be cautious, never lick it.

"It is not easy to impeach a second-grade official. If we investigate again, His Majesty will be angry."

"I'll think about it again, sir. Please come back to the house with me first."

Yan Chengjin left the palace and waited for the sedan chair at the dismounting monument in front of the Meridian Gate.

"If Cheng Minzheng's fraud case was committed by Fu Han, this person is too bad. He will definitely hinder the implementation of the New Deal in the future. To be cautious, we must not stay." Yan Chengjin thought to himself.

If it is Kuroda, Fu Han cannot be left in the court.

Yan Chengjin has one last solution.

Historical records indicate that Fu Han died of illness at home on February 20, the fifteenth year of Hongzhi's reign.

There is still more than a year to go.

If Fu Han knew that he only had one year left in his life, would he still waste his life going to work every day?

But……

“How do you make a person believe that he will die in a year?”

Yan Chengjin suddenly came up with the idea of ​​writing a Ming version of "Zhu Gong's Life and Death Chronicles"...

He knew the births and deaths of many people.

Even Emperor Hongzhi, Li Dongyang and others knew about it.

This matter was too shocking, so out of caution, we decided to drop it for the time being.

Back at home, Yan Chengjin invited Liu Wentai, the judge from Taiyuan Hospital.

"Master Liu, I have a favor to ask."

Liu Wentai gently twirled his beard, his face flushed: "If you have something to say, you don't have to be polite."

"I looked at Mr. Fu's face. His complexion is not good and he keeps coughing. I'm afraid he won't live for two years. Mr. Liu, can you come and have a look?"

To be conservative, Yan Chengjin kept talking for a few more months.

"You really know medical skills!" Liu Wentai said excitedly, as if he had seen through him.

He found it strange how Yan Chengjin could cure the empress and the empress dowager successively without any medical skills.

You can even come up with such a strange method of using egg whites. Who would believe it if you don’t have any medical skills?

"Please also ask Mr. Liu to take a look."

Liu Wentai stroked his beard and pondered for a moment: "How could I ask His Majesty for instructions?"

It is a gift from His Majesty for an imperial physician to treat a minister.

Without His Majesty's permission, he could not rashly treat Fu Han.

…

East Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi supervised Zhu Houzhao's academic affairs and asked him to write an essay on state governance. Zhu Houzhao struggled for a long time and only half of it was written.

Yang Tinghe said: "As long as I have my ministers here, Your Majesty, why don't you go back and rest."

"It doesn't matter, I'll see what articles he can make today."

Mou Bin came over and reported: "Your Majesty, Liu Wentai would like to see you."

Liu Wentai walked into the hall slowly. Emperor Hongzhi put down the book in his hand and looked at him.

"Your Majesty, I just went to Yan's Mansion and heard from Yan Chengjin that Mr. Fu is not feeling well. I kindly ask for a visit to see Mr. Fu."

If impeachment fails, then find someone to treat him?

Emperor Hongzhi's face was full of astonishment, and he muttered: "Yan Chengjin asked you to treat Fu Han?"

Seeing Emperor Hongzhi's doubts, Liu Wentai raised his head slightly: "The weather is getting cold, Master Fu has a cold and a cough. Originally, it would be better to hire an ordinary doctor, but Yan Chengjin said that Master Fu may not live for two years, and I want to see a doctor for him." ”

Human life is the most precious thing. If a doctor can save a person, his virtue is greater than that.

Liu Wentai believed in his medical skills.

Emperor Hongzhi thought it was outrageous and looked at Zhu Houzhao and asked, "Can Yan Chengjin tell life and death?"

Zhu Houzhao blinked his eyes and said, "Old Gao must be fooling people. However, if Old Gao dares to say so, then Fu Han will definitely die in two years."

"Why?"

If Master Fu doesn't die within two years, Old Gao will kill him, right? Zhu Houzhao knew that he would be whipped if he said it, so he said honestly, "My son is talking nonsense."

Emperor Hongzhi had a dark face.

Liu Wentai was allowed to go to Fu Han's house to see a doctor.

...

Fu's house,

After taking a bath, Fu Han burned incense in the ancestral hall. As the Minister of Rites, he highly respected the etiquette system. After escaping a disaster, he comforted his ancestors in the ancestral hall.

"Ahem..."

Fu Han took the servant's handkerchief, wiped his hands, and took the incense again.

"Master, the imperial physician Liu is here to see you."

Bestowed by His Majesty? Fu Han was so moved that he stood up with the help of his servants and went to the main hall to greet him.

"How dare I trouble Your Majesty to worry about me."

Liu Wentai said as he looked at Fu Han's face: "Master Fu, have you felt any discomfort recently? I'll take your pulse for you?"

"Hmm!" Fu Han stretched out his hand and sighed: "My throat is dry, my chest is stuffy and painful, and I don't want to eat or drink."

After Liu Wentai took his pulse, he felt strange.

Fu Han stared at him: "Master Liu, just tell me."

"Okay, when did you show symptoms?"

"After the weather got cold, did the imperial physician see anything? You can tell me. If you don't, I'll feel anxious." Fu Han's thin lips moved slightly.

Liu Wentai thought about it and decided to speak out: "I went to the Yan Mansion, and Yan Chengjin said that you are only two years old, so I came to visit you."

Yan Chengjin, that bastard, is making fun of me?

Fu Han was furious and waved his hand: "Please go back, Master Liu, I won't treat this disease anymore."