Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"Faking illness? Master Fu, you...!?" Yuan Tai's expression was a little agitated, even with a hint of resentment. "You are the head of the Ministry of Revenue, one of the most influential people in the Ming Dynasty. The situation is so dire now, how could you...how could you..."

"Ah!!" Yuan Tai swung his sleeves in anger.

His face showed an expression of anger at the lack of fighting spirit, and his beard was almost blown up.

Zhan Hui drank his tea calmly.

In fact, he was secretly watching the show, and his eyes inadvertently fell on Fu Youwen with a look of scrutiny - he knew that Fu Youwen was smooth, but he also knew that Fu Youwen was not a coward, nor was he someone who would watch the Ming Dynasty go down a path of no return.

in other words.

Logically speaking, this old man would not decisively retreat for his own safety at such a critical moment.

But he did it, and the reason behind it was exactly what Zhan Hui was most curious about.

Fu Youwen was embarrassed by Yuan Tai's accusation and said dryly, "I... I don't have any..."

Zhan Hui on the side didn't give him any chance.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, he said directly, "Master Fu, there's no need to quibble about this, right? Not to mention the conspicuous crease on your quilt, just now, Master Fu, did you forget to cough a few more times?"

"Could it be that after years of ups and downs in the political arena, his greatest skill is actually medicine? Before I arrived, Lord Fu was coughing up his lungs, but as soon as I arrived, Lord Fu immediately became unstoppable. He truly deserves the title of 'miracle doctor who brings back the dead.'"

Every word and sentence in Zhan Hui's tone was full of sarcasm.

Yuan Tai, standing by, naturally didn't hesitate any longer. He sneered and started cursing: "Ha! Lord Fu is indeed such a person! I was originally going to visit Lord Zhan's residence, but when I heard that Lord Zhan was here, I thought it was a good opportunity to have one more person to discuss things with. So, without hesitation, I chased Lord Zhan to your Fu Mansion. I guess... I came to the wrong place today!"

"Haha! Totally wrong!"

"I think you, Master Fu, also came from a time when people were living in poverty. You have seen much more than us. Now that you have achieved wealth and glory, I am afraid that the sharpness of a scholar has long been worn away!"

"What's the difference between you and those arrogant dukes and marquises?!"

"They are all birds of a feather!"

"I'm getting old, and my spirit has become soft and gone!"

"Since you are in good health and not ill at all, why not just go to Qinhuai River and ask the Duke of Liang and his men to find a place for you!"

"..."

Although Yuan Tai's official rank was lower than that of Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen, he was a straightforward and stubborn person who even dared to contradict Emperor Zhu Yunhuan, not to mention Fu Youwen, the Minister of Revenue.

He couldn't help but scold Fu Youwen.

Hearing the scolding that was like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, Zhan Hui couldn't help laughing and lowered his head and pursed his lips.

In his heart, he thought, "You old man, Yuan Tai never holds back his mouth. You have to throw something out there to shut him up, right?"

He and Yuan Tai both belonged to the Censorate, and he knew best that Yuan Tai was a stubborn and sharp-tongued person. He had just specially asked Fu Youwen to let Yuan Tai in to "visit the patient", with this idea in mind: to use Yuan Tai's mouth to force Fu Youwen to say something.

really.

Fu Youwen felt a little embarrassed.

Over the years, he has been cautious in his words and deeds, and his reputation as an official has been quite good. But now he is said to be of the same ilk as the Huaixi nobles.

He was so angry that his face turned red.

Fu Youwen secretly groaned in his heart, but he could no longer pretend to be sick. At the same time, he did not want to tell anyone about the oral instructions he had received from his younger brother Fu Youde and the many considerations he had made on this matter.

So he could only palely argue, "Master Yuan, you are... too harsh! I... I am not that kind of person!?"