Xu, Xu Yinluo?
Wang Simu widened her eyes, suspecting that she had heard it wrong.
Just now, it was indeed the voice of Xu Qi'an, who bid farewell to his old brother.
The mount looked at the dog slave sideways and said in surprise: Brother’s wife?
Wang Simu is Erlang's little mistress... Xu Qi'an said with a smile: Miss Simu and Erlang are in love, and it will be a matter of time before a lover finally gets married.
Wang Simu spat, shy, angry and sweet. From Xu Yinluo's words, we can see that the Xu family was quite satisfied with her.
My father never explicitly stopped her from dating Xu Erlang, and even held a defensive attitude. Otherwise, if she came back from Xu's mansion that day, her father would not have specifically inquired about the situation of the Xu mansion.
Oh, isn’t this a kiss?The mount was immediately happy, and the peach blossom eyes were crescent.
Xu Qi'an went straight to the topic and said: Miss Simu, I want to meet the King of Shoufu. By the way, I just came in and saw the servants packing up their things. Why is this?
Wang Simu hesitated a little and whispered: Father may be resigning!
Resigning from office?Xu Qi'an frowned, and his first reaction was that after Duke Wei died, Emperor Jing of Yuan Dynasty cleaned up the situation in the court and balanced the party forces, so he wanted to oust Wang Shoufu off the throne.
But in the past few days, Yuan Jing has been trying to slander Mr. Wei and has made a conclusion about this battle that he should not have time to play the King's Chief Assistant.
Is it too early to resign at this time?
It was still Wang Shoufu who knew that his career was about to end, so he simply resigned early, and he could have a good ending.
Where is Xu Yinluo, what's the matter with my father?Wang Simu's eyes were soft and he stared at him.
If you call Yinluo, just say goodbye and call me Big Brother.Xu Qi'an changed the topic.
He came to find Shoufu Wang to seek help.
Wang Simu had no choice but to treat such an unscrupulous man and said helplessly: I will take you there.
She made a gesture of asking for help.
Xu Qi'an and Lin'an followed her, walking through the corridor through the courtyard, and heading deep into the palace.
Wang Simu wore a light pink trouser that was knee-length and a pleated long skirt on her lower body.When walking, the hem of the skirt and the trousers sway, making them soft and elegant.
Xu Qi'an examined it and found that this sister-in-law was tall, with a very good hip, waist and shoulder ratio, and her appearance was also excellent. In addition, she was a daughter of the first assistant and was very smart. She and Xu Erlang were a perfect match.
The only bad thing is that it is smart, strong personality, and noble status. Such women are generally possessive.
Erlang will find it difficult to take a concubine in the future.
But that's good, a good man should have a pair of people for a lifetime.
Xu Qian agrees with this truth very much and feels that he is such a good man.
Seeing that he was about to come to Wang Shoufu's study, Xu Qi'an suddenly said: I'll go to the toilet.
After entering the toilet, he took out a page of paper for qi-looking techniques, burned out, and two clear lights shot out from his eyes, and then slowly converged.
When he came back, Lin'an and Wang Simu disappeared, and only one servant was waiting in place.
Seeing Xu Qi'an return, the villain came up and said respectfully:
The lady asked me to wait here and said that she and His Highness Lin'an went to the boudoir to play. You can go in by yourself. She has notified the master.
The relationship is good, it's pretty good. With Wang Simu's sister-in-law, she has made suggestions, and she won't be afraid of being bullied... Xu Qi'an nodded, walked to the study room, and knocked on the door.
Come in.
Wang Zhenwen's mellow and gentle voice came from the study.
Xu Qi'an gently pushed open the door. In the study room with great lighting, it was spacious and elegant. After the big yellow rosewood case, Wang Shoufu sat silently. His turbid and tired eyes, his calm and serious expression... all the details showed that the old man was in extremely poor condition.
Miss Simu said that the Chief Aunt is about to resign?Xu Qi'an said with a smile.
I know I can't hide it from her!
The Shoufu Wang smiled helplessly: Tomorrow's court meeting, I will beg for bones. According to the rules, he will symbolically keep me a few times, and then allow me to retire and return home.
Do you want to resign?
Xu Qi'an stared at him.
Shoufu Wang nodded: Yes.
The feedback given by the Qi-Watching Technique is the truth, and he has never lie. The Prime Minister is retiring in a torrential manner... Xu Qi'an still asked:
how so?
After seeing the second uncle, I asked the great scholar Zhang Shen to come. I didn't ask for other magic. The fourth and fourth grades below will not have any effect on a second grade Taoist sect.
The fourth-grade golden elixir of Taoist sect can be immune to all laws, let alone the second-grade.
As for the Dean Zhao Shou, the Confucian magic book was his only inventory, and it had been consumed by Xu Qi'an and could not produce anything else.
If you have to record it, you can record the magic of the Confucian system. However, the third-grade Confucian's words followed the law. Xu Qi'an did not dare to use it. If he used it, he might not be able to kill the second-grade Joan of Arc, but it would definitely make him die.
He was like a lie, and after two trips to the gate of hell, he had a little bit of a psychological shadow on Confucian bragging.
Since you are unable to change, you might as well resign.Wang Shoufu said lightly.
It’s just because Duke Wei is afraid it’s more than that.Xu Qi'an frowned.
Wang Shoufu hesitated a little and shook his head and said:
There is another hidden truth, you don’t need to know, it will not be good for you.I am already discouraged and unwilling to stay in the court for a long time. Unfortunately, the country passed down by our ancestors will die in that dimness...
Shoufu Wang shut up decisively.
Of course, his resignation was not just because of Wei Yuan's affairs. The current emperor is not a son of man. The current supervisor is cold-eyed. Although he is a great minister, he is just a scholar. What can he do?
What can I do if I just want to do it!
Since that's the case, it's fine if the court doesn't wait.
But these secrets, Xu Qi'an, a small fourth-rank warrior, doesn't need to know about these secrets. If you know too much, you will suffer from it.
Shoufu Wang picked up the tea in dismay, took a sip of hot tea to warm his heart.
Do you know that the food cut was controlled by Yuan Jing?Xu Qi'an tentatively said.
Ahem...
Wang Shoufu was shocked and choked and coughed violently. The tea didn't warm the heart and burned his mouth.
You know, too?
The Prime Minister looked at him in shock.
I want to ask the Prime Minister to help me!
Xu Qi'an's eyes were filled with the qi technique and stared at him intently.
……
It was not until dusk that Xu Qi'an left Lin'an and left the palace.
After seeing off the two, Wang Simu walked straight to the study, and bright candlelight shone out from the paper-paste lattice door.
Dongdong!
She raised her hand and buckled her slender fingers twice.
Come in!
Wang Zhenwen's voice came.
Wang Simu pushed open the door and smelled the burning smell of paper pages. When he turned his head, he saw his father Wang Zhenwen sitting by the round table, with a stack of books, paintings, and ink treasures on his thighs throwing them into the brazier at his feet one by one.
Dad, what are you burning?
Wang Simulian walked slowly and moved closer.
Burn some things that young and ignorant write.
Wang Zhenwen lowered his head and stared at the flames engulfing the paper. His eyes seemed to be leaping.
Dad, I'll help you.
Wang Simu sat down beside him, without saying a word, picked up a painting of ink, unfolded it, and said in surprise:
This is a poem you wrote before, Dad, and Your Majesty also praised you for your amazing poetry.
Wang Zhenwen's poems are very well written. He often hangs out at poetry meetings when he was young. After most of his life, he also has a few very proud poems.
This is a seven-character poem about loyalty to the emperor, which is heart-wrenching.
After being praised by Yuan Jing, Wang Zhenwen was very proud and framed it and hung it on the wall. It took nearly thirty years to hang it.
Burn it.
Wang Zhenwen grabbed the poem from his daughter and threw it into the brazier. The fire suddenly rose, swallowing this calligraphy that was bigger than Wang Simu.
Wang Simu was anxious and turned his head to look at his father, and was stunned.
Wang Zhenwen was full of tears.
father?
Wang Simu said in a trembling voice.
Since she was young, she had never seen her father crying, and for a moment she felt that the sky had fallen.
Wang Zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier and whispered: Dad and Wei Yuan have fought for most of their lives, and there are both winners and losers.My father has nothing to criticize for his character. To be honest, I admire him very much!
What my father doesn’t agree with is his idea of governing the world, he is too domineering and too merciless.The officialdom is not a single person, it is a group of people.Only by winning over a group of people can we suppress a group of people.Then how to win over people?If you want others to listen to you, you have to feed them.
It doesn’t matter if a corrupt official is, just be able to do things.A honest official who is just talking nonsense is a mistake in the country and the people. He can do things and is too few of the upright officials to govern the country and cannot expect these to be rare.
Wei Yuan is such a rare person. He can tolerate small greed, but he can't tolerate big greed.He can tolerate small evils, but he can't tolerate big evils.A few years ago, he wanted to rectify the atmosphere of clerks, but I pushed him back. Isn’t this a nonsense? If you want to rectify the people below, you must first clean up the people above.
But the people above cannot be cleaned up. Simu, do you know why?
Wang Simu pursed his lips and tentatively said: Your Majesty?
Wang Zhenwen didn't nod or shake his head, and sighed: Now Wei Yuan is dead in battle, a man who has devoted most of his life to Dafeng, but His Majesty is not willing to give him a reputation behind him, and he is a little more affectionate.
But my father burned these today not because he was heartless, but because of the ruthless imperial family. No matter how cruel he was, it would be fine.There will be no fewer people like Wei Yuan in history books, there will be more in the past, and there will be more in the future.
My father was heartbroken that he could not do anything. More than 80,000 soldiers sacrificed their lives for the great dedication, leaving more than 80,000 orphans and widows. Once this battle was determined to be defeated, the pension was reduced by half...
Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand and stared at the thick calluses that he had produced by holding a pen for many years, exhausted:
He had been holding a pen for decades and couldn't even hold up a knife. He could not bear to see him destroying his ancestor's six hundred years of foundation, but he was powerless.He is usually glorious and has no military power. All the power is given by the emperor and can be taken back at any time.A scholar who has no use is a scholar who has no use is a scholar who has no use.
My father has been reading the books of sages all his life, and he is loyal to the emperor and loyal to the emperor. My father wants to ask Cheng Yasheng, who is loyal to his mother?
He suddenly got up, kicked the brazier away, and Mars suddenly exploded.
What a fucking man!
……
At the time of Mao, the sky was dawn. Emperor Jing of Yuan was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown with pearls hanging down on his head, and was very strict.
He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the towering star-gazing tower.
After a long time, he turned back to the bedroom. The old eunuch was about to follow him in. The majestic and cold voice of Emperor Yuan Jing came from his ears:
No need to follow.
The old eunuch then stopped outside.
After entering the bedroom, Emperor Jing of Yuan walked on the smooth floor, lowering his head, step by step, as if measuring something.
After more than ten steps, he stopped, Emperor Jing of Yuan’s fingertips slashed his wrist, and blood flowed.
Walking on the ground, it becomes a twisted, weird formation pattern.
After the formation was formed, Emperor Jing of Yuan took out a transparent bead from his arms, the size of a fist, with an eyeball in the bead, with deep pupils, and he stared at Emperor Jing of Yuan indifferently.
This is the treasure of the Witch God Cult, sealing one of the Witch God's eyes.
A trace of power contained in the witch god.
Emperor Jing of Yuan released the bead, but it did not fall to the ground, hung in the air, and sprinkled with translucent energy.
As soon as these energy fell, they were dyed bright red by the formation formed by Emperor Jing's blood.
In a vaguely, Emperor Jing of Yuan heard the painful dragon roar from the ground. A golden light lit up in the center of the formation, and then, a golden dragon head slowly poked out.
In the bead, the eyeball suddenly became much deeper, as if it turned into a vortex, creating a huge suction force.
The golden dragon kept shaking his head, trying his best to resist the suction force, and emitted a series of shrill dragon roars that only special people could hear.
The luck has dispersed so far, and the dragon vein is unstable, but it is still a little short of it, so I have to shake it again.After finalizing Wei Yuan’s affairs, he immediately announced the world and the capital.
The insults and resentment of more than three million people in the capital, and the panic of three million people at the defeat of the war were enough for the bead to draw out the spirit of the dragon vein.Wei Yuan, what bad posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title for you?
Emperor Yuan Jing raised the corner of his mouth, turned around suddenly, and walked out of the bedroom.
……
At the hour of Mao, it was not dawn.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who were on the night, stretched their waists and walked towards the yamen gate together.
This point happened to be the time when it was time for Mao, and there were constant gongs and silver gongs coming in. Along the way, he looked at Song Tingfeng with strange eyes.
Yesterday, the scene of him enduring the humiliation under his crotch was vivid in my mind.
After all, he is a talented person in the realm of God Refining. Unfortunately, his bones are too soft. No matter how high his cultivation is, he cannot be a leader.
I used to think that he was not steady enough when I saw him being careless. Now, I can't bear the responsibility at all.
Seeing the gazes of his colleagues around him, Song Tingfeng's eyes dimmed, and he immediately showed an indifferent smile, maintaining a careless attitude.
Zhu Guangxiao's eyes were filled with sadness.
Originally, he should have suffered a humiliation under his crotch. It was Song Tingfeng who deliberately acted like a shame and threw his face on the ground, so that he could escape Zhu Chengzhu's difficulties.
Zhu Guangxiao knew his personality and would rather die than be humiliated by the crotch.
He is about to get married at the end of the year, start a family and start a career, and a bright future life awaits him. Song Tingfeng does not want the beautiful life of his good brothers to be ruined, so he tore off his dignity and throw it on the ground and tramples it on others.
Looking at Song Tingfeng's pretending to be relaxed, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qi'an again. He left frankly. After the news of Mr. Wei's death was sent back to the capital, he disappeared.
The people in Xu's house were empty.
In the future, we will either hide our names or wander around the world.
If Ning Yan was here, she would not have watched you be humiliated.Zhu Guangxiao gritted his teeth and said.
Then die with me?
Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and said angrily: After Duke Wei died, the capital could not tolerate him anymore. It was just right that he would leave. If he didn't leave, I would drive him away.If you don’t leave, you won’t be a brother.
Zhu Guangxiao grinned: Yes.
Song Tingfeng suddenly spat and cursed: I don’t know if I have the address to leave. Alas, I hope there is still a day to see you in my life.
As soon as he walked to the door, he ran into Zhu Chengzhu, who was wearing a silver gong-distance uniform.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao bowed their heads and walked quickly.
stop!
Zhu Chengzhu suddenly spoke, turned around halfway, looked down on the two of them, and asked: Yamen Dianmao, where are you two going?
Damn it!Song Tingfeng cursed inwardly, with a flattering smile on his face, nodded and said:
Zhu Yinluo, we were on duty last night and were about to go back to rest.
Zhu Chengzhu said in surprise: Did you guys last night?Why don’t I know about this silver gong?
Zhu Guangxiao's eyebrows immediately raised.
The order on duty last night was issued by Zhu Chengzhu. Li Yuchun went to prison and Zhu Chengzhu enthusiastically accepted the two of them.
Obviously, Zhu Chengzhu deliberately made things difficult for them.
Yes, yes, maybe we remember it wrong.Song Tingfeng nodded repeatedly and bowed: Let's go back now, go back now.
Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach these two guys a lesson, but when he saw that the man surnamed Song was so humble, he shook his head and laughed.
He called out the two of them again and said leisurely: I'll bother you two to be on duty tonight. Thank you for your hard work.The two heroes Xu Qi'an from Dafeng are good friends. They are both of them with superb skills, so those who can do more work.
Is this not allowing people to rest, and I want to exhaust them to death?
Song Tingfeng clenched his fists several times, then loosened again, and his face twitched slightly, but he did not dare to offend the other party, so he bowed and said: I understand, understand.
He immediately turned around and took Zhu Guangxiao to the yamen.
Behind him, Zhu Chengzhu sneered: "Waste."
Around him, the man who longed for Song Tingfeng to beat him once was even more disappointed, and he showed a look of regret.
They do not have the courage to burn together, so they expect others to have it and use other people's sacrifices to satisfy their unwillingness.
At this moment, a tsk sound came from the yamen: What a great official power, Zhu Yinluo.
Wang Simu widened her eyes, suspecting that she had heard it wrong.
Just now, it was indeed the voice of Xu Qi'an, who bid farewell to his old brother.
The mount looked at the dog slave sideways and said in surprise: Brother’s wife?
Wang Simu is Erlang's little mistress... Xu Qi'an said with a smile: Miss Simu and Erlang are in love, and it will be a matter of time before a lover finally gets married.
Wang Simu spat, shy, angry and sweet. From Xu Yinluo's words, we can see that the Xu family was quite satisfied with her.
My father never explicitly stopped her from dating Xu Erlang, and even held a defensive attitude. Otherwise, if she came back from Xu's mansion that day, her father would not have specifically inquired about the situation of the Xu mansion.
Oh, isn’t this a kiss?The mount was immediately happy, and the peach blossom eyes were crescent.
Xu Qi'an went straight to the topic and said: Miss Simu, I want to meet the King of Shoufu. By the way, I just came in and saw the servants packing up their things. Why is this?
Wang Simu hesitated a little and whispered: Father may be resigning!
Resigning from office?Xu Qi'an frowned, and his first reaction was that after Duke Wei died, Emperor Jing of Yuan Dynasty cleaned up the situation in the court and balanced the party forces, so he wanted to oust Wang Shoufu off the throne.
But in the past few days, Yuan Jing has been trying to slander Mr. Wei and has made a conclusion about this battle that he should not have time to play the King's Chief Assistant.
Is it too early to resign at this time?
It was still Wang Shoufu who knew that his career was about to end, so he simply resigned early, and he could have a good ending.
Where is Xu Yinluo, what's the matter with my father?Wang Simu's eyes were soft and he stared at him.
If you call Yinluo, just say goodbye and call me Big Brother.Xu Qi'an changed the topic.
He came to find Shoufu Wang to seek help.
Wang Simu had no choice but to treat such an unscrupulous man and said helplessly: I will take you there.
She made a gesture of asking for help.
Xu Qi'an and Lin'an followed her, walking through the corridor through the courtyard, and heading deep into the palace.
Wang Simu wore a light pink trouser that was knee-length and a pleated long skirt on her lower body.When walking, the hem of the skirt and the trousers sway, making them soft and elegant.
Xu Qi'an examined it and found that this sister-in-law was tall, with a very good hip, waist and shoulder ratio, and her appearance was also excellent. In addition, she was a daughter of the first assistant and was very smart. She and Xu Erlang were a perfect match.
The only bad thing is that it is smart, strong personality, and noble status. Such women are generally possessive.
Erlang will find it difficult to take a concubine in the future.
But that's good, a good man should have a pair of people for a lifetime.
Xu Qian agrees with this truth very much and feels that he is such a good man.
Seeing that he was about to come to Wang Shoufu's study, Xu Qi'an suddenly said: I'll go to the toilet.
After entering the toilet, he took out a page of paper for qi-looking techniques, burned out, and two clear lights shot out from his eyes, and then slowly converged.
When he came back, Lin'an and Wang Simu disappeared, and only one servant was waiting in place.
Seeing Xu Qi'an return, the villain came up and said respectfully:
The lady asked me to wait here and said that she and His Highness Lin'an went to the boudoir to play. You can go in by yourself. She has notified the master.
The relationship is good, it's pretty good. With Wang Simu's sister-in-law, she has made suggestions, and she won't be afraid of being bullied... Xu Qi'an nodded, walked to the study room, and knocked on the door.
Come in.
Wang Zhenwen's mellow and gentle voice came from the study.
Xu Qi'an gently pushed open the door. In the study room with great lighting, it was spacious and elegant. After the big yellow rosewood case, Wang Shoufu sat silently. His turbid and tired eyes, his calm and serious expression... all the details showed that the old man was in extremely poor condition.
Miss Simu said that the Chief Aunt is about to resign?Xu Qi'an said with a smile.
I know I can't hide it from her!
The Shoufu Wang smiled helplessly: Tomorrow's court meeting, I will beg for bones. According to the rules, he will symbolically keep me a few times, and then allow me to retire and return home.
Do you want to resign?
Xu Qi'an stared at him.
Shoufu Wang nodded: Yes.
The feedback given by the Qi-Watching Technique is the truth, and he has never lie. The Prime Minister is retiring in a torrential manner... Xu Qi'an still asked:
how so?
After seeing the second uncle, I asked the great scholar Zhang Shen to come. I didn't ask for other magic. The fourth and fourth grades below will not have any effect on a second grade Taoist sect.
The fourth-grade golden elixir of Taoist sect can be immune to all laws, let alone the second-grade.
As for the Dean Zhao Shou, the Confucian magic book was his only inventory, and it had been consumed by Xu Qi'an and could not produce anything else.
If you have to record it, you can record the magic of the Confucian system. However, the third-grade Confucian's words followed the law. Xu Qi'an did not dare to use it. If he used it, he might not be able to kill the second-grade Joan of Arc, but it would definitely make him die.
He was like a lie, and after two trips to the gate of hell, he had a little bit of a psychological shadow on Confucian bragging.
Since you are unable to change, you might as well resign.Wang Shoufu said lightly.
It’s just because Duke Wei is afraid it’s more than that.Xu Qi'an frowned.
Wang Shoufu hesitated a little and shook his head and said:
There is another hidden truth, you don’t need to know, it will not be good for you.I am already discouraged and unwilling to stay in the court for a long time. Unfortunately, the country passed down by our ancestors will die in that dimness...
Shoufu Wang shut up decisively.
Of course, his resignation was not just because of Wei Yuan's affairs. The current emperor is not a son of man. The current supervisor is cold-eyed. Although he is a great minister, he is just a scholar. What can he do?
What can I do if I just want to do it!
Since that's the case, it's fine if the court doesn't wait.
But these secrets, Xu Qi'an, a small fourth-rank warrior, doesn't need to know about these secrets. If you know too much, you will suffer from it.
Shoufu Wang picked up the tea in dismay, took a sip of hot tea to warm his heart.
Do you know that the food cut was controlled by Yuan Jing?Xu Qi'an tentatively said.
Ahem...
Wang Shoufu was shocked and choked and coughed violently. The tea didn't warm the heart and burned his mouth.
You know, too?
The Prime Minister looked at him in shock.
I want to ask the Prime Minister to help me!
Xu Qi'an's eyes were filled with the qi technique and stared at him intently.
……
It was not until dusk that Xu Qi'an left Lin'an and left the palace.
After seeing off the two, Wang Simu walked straight to the study, and bright candlelight shone out from the paper-paste lattice door.
Dongdong!
She raised her hand and buckled her slender fingers twice.
Come in!
Wang Zhenwen's voice came.
Wang Simu pushed open the door and smelled the burning smell of paper pages. When he turned his head, he saw his father Wang Zhenwen sitting by the round table, with a stack of books, paintings, and ink treasures on his thighs throwing them into the brazier at his feet one by one.
Dad, what are you burning?
Wang Simulian walked slowly and moved closer.
Burn some things that young and ignorant write.
Wang Zhenwen lowered his head and stared at the flames engulfing the paper. His eyes seemed to be leaping.
Dad, I'll help you.
Wang Simu sat down beside him, without saying a word, picked up a painting of ink, unfolded it, and said in surprise:
This is a poem you wrote before, Dad, and Your Majesty also praised you for your amazing poetry.
Wang Zhenwen's poems are very well written. He often hangs out at poetry meetings when he was young. After most of his life, he also has a few very proud poems.
This is a seven-character poem about loyalty to the emperor, which is heart-wrenching.
After being praised by Yuan Jing, Wang Zhenwen was very proud and framed it and hung it on the wall. It took nearly thirty years to hang it.
Burn it.
Wang Zhenwen grabbed the poem from his daughter and threw it into the brazier. The fire suddenly rose, swallowing this calligraphy that was bigger than Wang Simu.
Wang Simu was anxious and turned his head to look at his father, and was stunned.
Wang Zhenwen was full of tears.
father?
Wang Simu said in a trembling voice.
Since she was young, she had never seen her father crying, and for a moment she felt that the sky had fallen.
Wang Zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier and whispered: Dad and Wei Yuan have fought for most of their lives, and there are both winners and losers.My father has nothing to criticize for his character. To be honest, I admire him very much!
What my father doesn’t agree with is his idea of governing the world, he is too domineering and too merciless.The officialdom is not a single person, it is a group of people.Only by winning over a group of people can we suppress a group of people.Then how to win over people?If you want others to listen to you, you have to feed them.
It doesn’t matter if a corrupt official is, just be able to do things.A honest official who is just talking nonsense is a mistake in the country and the people. He can do things and is too few of the upright officials to govern the country and cannot expect these to be rare.
Wei Yuan is such a rare person. He can tolerate small greed, but he can't tolerate big greed.He can tolerate small evils, but he can't tolerate big evils.A few years ago, he wanted to rectify the atmosphere of clerks, but I pushed him back. Isn’t this a nonsense? If you want to rectify the people below, you must first clean up the people above.
But the people above cannot be cleaned up. Simu, do you know why?
Wang Simu pursed his lips and tentatively said: Your Majesty?
Wang Zhenwen didn't nod or shake his head, and sighed: Now Wei Yuan is dead in battle, a man who has devoted most of his life to Dafeng, but His Majesty is not willing to give him a reputation behind him, and he is a little more affectionate.
But my father burned these today not because he was heartless, but because of the ruthless imperial family. No matter how cruel he was, it would be fine.There will be no fewer people like Wei Yuan in history books, there will be more in the past, and there will be more in the future.
My father was heartbroken that he could not do anything. More than 80,000 soldiers sacrificed their lives for the great dedication, leaving more than 80,000 orphans and widows. Once this battle was determined to be defeated, the pension was reduced by half...
Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand and stared at the thick calluses that he had produced by holding a pen for many years, exhausted:
He had been holding a pen for decades and couldn't even hold up a knife. He could not bear to see him destroying his ancestor's six hundred years of foundation, but he was powerless.He is usually glorious and has no military power. All the power is given by the emperor and can be taken back at any time.A scholar who has no use is a scholar who has no use is a scholar who has no use.
My father has been reading the books of sages all his life, and he is loyal to the emperor and loyal to the emperor. My father wants to ask Cheng Yasheng, who is loyal to his mother?
He suddenly got up, kicked the brazier away, and Mars suddenly exploded.
What a fucking man!
……
At the time of Mao, the sky was dawn. Emperor Jing of Yuan was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown with pearls hanging down on his head, and was very strict.
He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the towering star-gazing tower.
After a long time, he turned back to the bedroom. The old eunuch was about to follow him in. The majestic and cold voice of Emperor Yuan Jing came from his ears:
No need to follow.
The old eunuch then stopped outside.
After entering the bedroom, Emperor Jing of Yuan walked on the smooth floor, lowering his head, step by step, as if measuring something.
After more than ten steps, he stopped, Emperor Jing of Yuan’s fingertips slashed his wrist, and blood flowed.
Walking on the ground, it becomes a twisted, weird formation pattern.
After the formation was formed, Emperor Jing of Yuan took out a transparent bead from his arms, the size of a fist, with an eyeball in the bead, with deep pupils, and he stared at Emperor Jing of Yuan indifferently.
This is the treasure of the Witch God Cult, sealing one of the Witch God's eyes.
A trace of power contained in the witch god.
Emperor Jing of Yuan released the bead, but it did not fall to the ground, hung in the air, and sprinkled with translucent energy.
As soon as these energy fell, they were dyed bright red by the formation formed by Emperor Jing's blood.
In a vaguely, Emperor Jing of Yuan heard the painful dragon roar from the ground. A golden light lit up in the center of the formation, and then, a golden dragon head slowly poked out.
In the bead, the eyeball suddenly became much deeper, as if it turned into a vortex, creating a huge suction force.
The golden dragon kept shaking his head, trying his best to resist the suction force, and emitted a series of shrill dragon roars that only special people could hear.
The luck has dispersed so far, and the dragon vein is unstable, but it is still a little short of it, so I have to shake it again.After finalizing Wei Yuan’s affairs, he immediately announced the world and the capital.
The insults and resentment of more than three million people in the capital, and the panic of three million people at the defeat of the war were enough for the bead to draw out the spirit of the dragon vein.Wei Yuan, what bad posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title for you?
Emperor Yuan Jing raised the corner of his mouth, turned around suddenly, and walked out of the bedroom.
……
At the hour of Mao, it was not dawn.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who were on the night, stretched their waists and walked towards the yamen gate together.
This point happened to be the time when it was time for Mao, and there were constant gongs and silver gongs coming in. Along the way, he looked at Song Tingfeng with strange eyes.
Yesterday, the scene of him enduring the humiliation under his crotch was vivid in my mind.
After all, he is a talented person in the realm of God Refining. Unfortunately, his bones are too soft. No matter how high his cultivation is, he cannot be a leader.
I used to think that he was not steady enough when I saw him being careless. Now, I can't bear the responsibility at all.
Seeing the gazes of his colleagues around him, Song Tingfeng's eyes dimmed, and he immediately showed an indifferent smile, maintaining a careless attitude.
Zhu Guangxiao's eyes were filled with sadness.
Originally, he should have suffered a humiliation under his crotch. It was Song Tingfeng who deliberately acted like a shame and threw his face on the ground, so that he could escape Zhu Chengzhu's difficulties.
Zhu Guangxiao knew his personality and would rather die than be humiliated by the crotch.
He is about to get married at the end of the year, start a family and start a career, and a bright future life awaits him. Song Tingfeng does not want the beautiful life of his good brothers to be ruined, so he tore off his dignity and throw it on the ground and tramples it on others.
Looking at Song Tingfeng's pretending to be relaxed, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qi'an again. He left frankly. After the news of Mr. Wei's death was sent back to the capital, he disappeared.
The people in Xu's house were empty.
In the future, we will either hide our names or wander around the world.
If Ning Yan was here, she would not have watched you be humiliated.Zhu Guangxiao gritted his teeth and said.
Then die with me?
Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and said angrily: After Duke Wei died, the capital could not tolerate him anymore. It was just right that he would leave. If he didn't leave, I would drive him away.If you don’t leave, you won’t be a brother.
Zhu Guangxiao grinned: Yes.
Song Tingfeng suddenly spat and cursed: I don’t know if I have the address to leave. Alas, I hope there is still a day to see you in my life.
As soon as he walked to the door, he ran into Zhu Chengzhu, who was wearing a silver gong-distance uniform.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao bowed their heads and walked quickly.
stop!
Zhu Chengzhu suddenly spoke, turned around halfway, looked down on the two of them, and asked: Yamen Dianmao, where are you two going?
Damn it!Song Tingfeng cursed inwardly, with a flattering smile on his face, nodded and said:
Zhu Yinluo, we were on duty last night and were about to go back to rest.
Zhu Chengzhu said in surprise: Did you guys last night?Why don’t I know about this silver gong?
Zhu Guangxiao's eyebrows immediately raised.
The order on duty last night was issued by Zhu Chengzhu. Li Yuchun went to prison and Zhu Chengzhu enthusiastically accepted the two of them.
Obviously, Zhu Chengzhu deliberately made things difficult for them.
Yes, yes, maybe we remember it wrong.Song Tingfeng nodded repeatedly and bowed: Let's go back now, go back now.
Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach these two guys a lesson, but when he saw that the man surnamed Song was so humble, he shook his head and laughed.
He called out the two of them again and said leisurely: I'll bother you two to be on duty tonight. Thank you for your hard work.The two heroes Xu Qi'an from Dafeng are good friends. They are both of them with superb skills, so those who can do more work.
Is this not allowing people to rest, and I want to exhaust them to death?
Song Tingfeng clenched his fists several times, then loosened again, and his face twitched slightly, but he did not dare to offend the other party, so he bowed and said: I understand, understand.
He immediately turned around and took Zhu Guangxiao to the yamen.
Behind him, Zhu Chengzhu sneered: "Waste."
Around him, the man who longed for Song Tingfeng to beat him once was even more disappointed, and he showed a look of regret.
They do not have the courage to burn together, so they expect others to have it and use other people's sacrifices to satisfy their unwillingness.
At this moment, a tsk sound came from the yamen: What a great official power, Zhu Yinluo.
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