As long as Han Yi is here, Feng Feilou will never lack laughter, because this is the atmosphere that Han Yi hopes to feel. There is no barrier to class, race, identity, etc. here. Everyone can speak freely, just like the international criminal group that Han Yi was in later generations.

After joking with Meng'er and the others, Han Yi felt refreshed and had breakfast.

Just after the breakfast was over, Cha Wu came, and Han Yi called him into the room.

"Brother Xiaoyi, these are some information I recorded as you told me last night."

Cha Wu handed over a roll of white cloth.

Han Yi nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Cha Wu smiled and said, "I didn't do anything. If nothing happened, I'll go out to do things."

Han Yi nodded.

After Cha Wu left, Han Yi immediately picked up the information and read it. These information recorded in detail the situation of various streets and alleys last night. While Han Yi was watching, he was thinking about something and kept notating something from time to time.

In the eyes of outsiders, Han Yi seems to be a fortune teller or a genius, who has very precise grasp of everything, but they don’t know that behind this, Han Yi has put in a lot of effort. All his calculations are based on many materials and are not completely dependent on talent. Before doing everything, he must first try his best to obtain all the information about this matter. As long as it can be obtained, no details are left out. Any of his plans are born from a large amount of information.

Before he knew it, two hours passed, and he didn't even go out to eat lunch, but it was brought to him by his caring brother Xiong.

Another hour passed.

Han Yifang stopped, rubbed his nose, and smiled bitterly and said to himself: "No wonder people say that freedom is the most precious. Now it seems that it is true. It is not easy to get a moment of freedom!"

After a moment, a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Brother Xiaoyi, Mr. Zheng and Mr. Lu are here."

"Oh, I'll come out now."

Han Yi responded. He put away the information, then opened the door and walked out. Seeing Zheng Shanxing and Lu Shigua standing in the courtyard, his face looked quite serious. He frowned slightly and said, "What happened?"

Zheng Shanxing said: "Doctor Confucius passed away an hour ago."

This doctor Confucius belonged to a neutral faction in the court and was a scholar. Therefore, when Li Shimin died, he wanted to use him to balance the power of the court, so he could control the court better with Li Zhi, but the world did not meet his wish. After Li Shimin left, Doctor Confucius fell ill soon and gradually handed over the task of the Censorate to Zhang Ming. In the end, he almost always lay in bed and rarely went to the Censorate. It can only be said that this person is not as good as the Censorate.

The haze of winter covers the sky above Kong Mansion, which complements the crying sounds coming from the front hall of the Kong Mansion.

I saw more than a dozen men, women, adults and children wearing filial piety kneeling in front of the mourning hall, crying loudly, or sobbing.

There were dozens of officials standing in front of the coffin, either red or green. After all, Doctor Confucius had been an official in the court for decades and was highly respected, so many people came to pay their respects, and many of them sobbed in a low voice.

Although Han Yi and Dr. Kong had never even met him. After all, he was his boss and he had to come. When he arrived, Zhang Ming and the others had already arrived and stood in the front row of the team, their eyes were red. Especially Zhang Ming, crying while talking about the story of how Dr. Kong cultivated him and how he promoted him in the past, which made many people around him cry.

Luo Wen, Ding Mao, Huo Yuande, Jiang Xian and others were even crying and even saying.

As for whether it is true or not, they are probably the only ones who know it.

Han Yi was embarrassed. He wanted to cry, so he could cry at any time. But the problem was that he felt that if he cried, he would seem very hypocritical. After all, he had never faced him and Doctor Kong, and Doctor Kong had no kindness to him. However, all the officials of the Censorate were crying in a sensation. They didn't cry and were not sociable. So he secretly glanced at Zheng Shanxing, Wang Xuandao, and Lu Shigua.

The three of them did not cry, but there was a faint sadness between their eyebrows, which was better than crying than crying.

Han Yi understood that gentlemen should do this, so he wiped his face with one hand, and the expression on his face immediately became the same as Zheng Shanxing and the others.

"Zhongcheng, Zhongcheng."

Suddenly, an anxious shout was heard.

Han Yi turned his eyes and saw Huo Yuande and Ding supporting Zhang Ming. No, it should be said that Zhang Ming collapsed in the arms of the two. He was shocked. It is true or false. Is this the legendary excessive sadness? He grabbed Zhang Ming in one step, hugged Zhang Ming in the waist, and said "feelingful": "Zhongcheng, Zhongcheng, what are you?"

Huo Yuande and others were stunned, as if Han Yi's actions scared them.

Lu Shigua suddenly said, "Fu Zhongcheng quickly and sit next to him."

Only then did everyone realize that there was a miracle doctor here, so they quickly helped Zhang Ming to sit down.

Lu Shigua sat on the side and helped him take his pulse. After a while, he said, "Don't worry, everyone, Zhongcheng is not seriously injured, it may be caused by excessive sadness."

Maybe? Then it may be pretending. Han Yi understands it so much anyway.

Sure enough, after a moment, Zhang Ming woke up slowly, opened his eyes slightly, held a curve of autumn water, wet his eyelashes, and sobbed: "I think when I first entered the Censorate, Dr. Kong treated me like a son. His tireless teachings still echoed in my ears, but - but I can't hear them again, wuwu -!"

Since you want to play, I will be a supporting role for you. Han Yi suddenly stretched out his hands and held Zhang Ming's hand and said sadly: "Zhongcheng, you are so kind to the change. Doctor Kong has gone. If you fall ill again, then our Censorate will be disbanded. You must cheer up and manage the Censorate well. Doctor Kong will be relieved. You are young and ignorant before, and did not help Zhongcheng share the worries. He felt guilty. He only felt sorry for Doctor Kong and Zhongcheng. Now he has decided that he will do his best to do his best in the future and share the worries for Zhongcheng. He will work hard for the country and work hard for Doctor Kong. He hopes that Zhongcheng will not be grieved and give him a chance."

At the end of the day, his eyes were filled with tears and could not flow out. It was just a matter of his words.

Wang Xuandao's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help looking at each other with Zheng Shanxing and the others. Seeing that they were biting their lips, they both hated Han Yi half-death in their hearts. He wanted to laugh too much, but Dr. Kong's mourning hall was right next to him. If he laughed out loud, he would probably be beaten to death.

Huo Yuande and others cursed in their hearts, saying that this boy was so hateful. They usually couldn't see anyone all day long, but at this critical moment, they began to show their loyalty and attempt to climb up. There is probably no more shameless person in this world.

Zhang Ming looked at Han Yi blankly, and didn't know what Han Yi meant. He just wanted to curse. You are so hypocritical. But how could you curse it? After all, Han Yi was so moved that he raised his other hand. He patted Han Yi's hand and thrust his hand. However, Han Yi was too tight to pull it out at all. He could only speak: "Chief Han, you are intent."

Han Yi said sadly: "This is what I should do. Zhongcheng, you must protect yourself."

Zhang Ming nodded and pulled his hand suddenly, but Han Yi relaxed again this time, making his movements look extremely powerful. He couldn't help but look embarrassed.

Just then, I suddenly heard a commotion and saw a group of people coming in outside, including Changsun Wuji, Chu Suiliang, Han Yuan and other central ministers.

Zhang Ming seemed to be rejuvenated, jumped up and led Huo Yuande and other groups of dog legs to meet him.

Wow! If you are my accomplice, I have to expel you from the party. It’s too unprofessional. I despise you as a supporting role. Han Yi rolled his eyes secretly.

These officials also quickly saluted Changsun Wuji and others.

However, Changsun Wuji seemed very low-key, without even a word of greeting, and went straight to the coffin and began to chat about the coffin, talking about the past, with a fair expression, and a sense of sadness in the late twilight. This is really from the inside.

Even Han Yi could not see any false feelings. This is the gap. Changsun Wuji had been in the officialdom for decades and had a very good grasp of these details. When to say anything, it was already a habit. It didn't need to be disguised. It was even better than Han Yi's fraud.

After talking for a while, Changsun Wuji gave a few more condolences to Doctor Confucius' relatives. Not only that, he also brought out an imperial edict. It turned out that he not only represented himself, but also represented the emperor.

Facing the coffin of Dr. Confucius, the imperial edict was read, which was nothing more than saying that Li Zhi was very sad about Dr. Confucius' departure and some of his achievements.

The crying sounded even more. Dr. Kong's relatives were all crawling on the ground and cried bitterly.

The emperor personally issued an order and ordered the Grand Marshal to read it out himself, which is also a supreme honor.

After some condolences, Changsun Wuji and the others did not rush to leave, but went to the back hall to talk with Doctor Confucius' younger brother and eldest son, and Zhang Ming also followed in.

Han Yi wanted to leave, after all, he still had a lot of things to do, but the problem was that no one left. He, a junior, had the nerve to say that he would leave, and stood there with his head down. When he was bored, he could only glance at Huo Yuande and the others secretly from time to time, and saw them whispering something, which seemed very warm.

However, this kind of heat is a bit abnormal. Although Han Yi couldn't hear what they were saying, he knew that these guys must be testing each other.

After a long time, Changsun Wuji and others walked out of the back hall. Before the officials could salute, they waved their hands and signaled them to let them go. Then they walked out of the door with Chu Suiliang and the others.

When he left the door, Changsun Wuji suddenly sighed and said with a little sadness: "I left another one."

Chu Suiliang said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are destiny. Brother Fu Ji, don't be too sad."

Changsun Wuji nodded and suddenly looked at Zhang Ming and said, "Zhang Ming!"

"The official is here."

"Now Dr. Kong can no longer protect you, you have to work harder yourself!"

A hurried smile of joy flashed in Zhang Ming's eyes, and he hurriedly said, "The officials must work together."

Changsun Wuji nodded and said, "You don't have to send it to you, go back and see Doctor Kong for the last journey."

As they said that, they got on the carriage and left.

Zhang Ming looked at the carriage that was gradually moving away, and a hint of joy rose from the corner of his mouth.

Little did they know that there were still a few figures behind him watching him secretly.

However, these figures didn't know that there was still another look at them.
Chapter completed!