strictlysupreme Chapter 1307
Chapter 1307
However, Zhang Wen only exchanged glances with Chang Sheng for a moment before immediately looking away, otherwise his intentions would have been too obvious.
However, Zhang Wen found this unexpected situation somewhat absurd: "His Majesty has always given Wu Xun a lot of face in public, but today is just too strange."
Chang Sheng was also filled with helplessness.
Seeing that the expressions on the faces of the people, who had finally managed to suppress their emotions, were still not very pleasant, he thought to himself, "In the past, His Majesty would at least give me some advance notice before making any moves. Why didn't he give me any warning this time? I'm caught off guard, what can I do? Your Majesty, please don't mess with me again, or I really won't be able to stay calm!"
Chang Sheng inwardly groaned and secretly prayed.
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And the other side.
Surrounded by numerous scholars, probationary officials, and upright officials of the court, Liu Sanwu exchanged pleasantries with them for a while before turning his gaze to Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen in front of him. He declined, saying, "Please continue your conversation, everyone. I would like to go and have a chat with the Vice Ministers of the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Revenue first."
The three of them had formed a deep revolutionary friendship and often worked together to find ways to serve the Ming Dynasty and His Majesty. Even when Liu Sanwu was suspended from his post, the three of them were still worried about the threat posed by the nobles of Huaixi.
Liu Sanwu was then confined to his own residence.
Although he occasionally heard some big news, he was still far from being informed, which naturally led to his "version ceasing to update" - so when he reappeared, his first instinct was to find Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen.
Everyone knew that the three of them had a good relationship.
At that moment, everyone politely bowed, or someone gestured to make way for Liu Sanwu: "Scholar Liu, please make your way."
After repeatedly bowing to the people around him, Liu Sanwu walked straight up to Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen, and said with a smile, "Lord Zhan, Lord Fu, it's been a long time!"
After exchanging greetings, he joked, "I haven't stepped out of the manor for a long time, and I haven't attended court for even longer. How come everyone else has come up, but you two are so unfriendly? Are you really getting more and more favored by His Majesty that you've forgotten this old man?"
Although these words were spoken in a joking tone, they were also what Liu Sanwu wanted to ask—this was indeed somewhat unusual.
Moreover, as he approached Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen, he immediately sensed the awkward and distant atmosphere between them. There was a considerable space between them, as if neither of them wanted to talk to the other, which made Liu Sanwu feel even more puzzled.
"Old Liu, it's good that you're out. It's been time to release you. His Majesty truly remembers those who have rendered meritorious service." Fu Youwen immediately returned the greeting by bowing to Liu Sanwu, his words carrying a deeper meaning.
He was one of the few who knew what Zhu Yunwen was going to do, and he had received a firm answer from Zhu Yunwen many times: the nobles of Huaixi were nothing to fear.
He now knew that Liu Sanwu's misfortune was not for any other reason than Zhu Yunwen's attempt to save face for the Huaixi nobles and appease them—since His Majesty was now prepared to overturn the table, then it didn't matter anymore.
Fu Youwen hadn't expected this either.
Even with such a momentous event at hand, His Majesty was still able to attend to both the beginning and the end, and even remembered this wronged scholar in time.
Fu Youwen naturally felt more and more that he could get along with His Majesty as his master!
Given the previous relationship between the three of them, he should have gone to greet them immediately, but due to the awkwardness between him and Zhan Hui, they were both stuck in this awkward situation.
Compared to Fu Youwen's enthusiasm.
Zhan Hui, standing to the side, was much colder, merely offering a perfunctory cupped-hand salute: "Congratulations, Scholar Liu." He was preoccupied with other matters and his mood was far from pleasant.