King Wei of Ningzhou returned to Ningzhou.

The news soon spread from Ningxiao City to all parts of Ningzhou.

Originally, some people were panicked because Wei Lai had not heard news for a long time, but after getting the news, people were immediately excited.

On the second day, the front of the state minister's mansion was surrounded by the people in Ningxiao City.

They besieged the state governor's mansion to the point of impassibility, clamoring to see the king of Wei.

After not returning for several months, things piled up everywhere in Ningzhou, although most of them were taken care of by Xiao Mu and Ah Cheng, but there were some that Wei Lai still needed to make a decision in person.

Since yesterday, Wei Lai has been buried in the study of the state pastor's mansion.

Sitting on the wooden chair where the old man had bowed down countless times, holding the pen he had held, he was doing what he had been doing for the past sixty years.

After a long night, he finally corrected most of the backlog of official documents, and then he stretched his waist and made a snort, only to hear a commotion outside the gate.

"Is there anything out there?" he asked, heading out the door.

The door was pushed open, and the bright sunlight shone into the dim study, Wei Lai blinked, feeling a little trance.

A figure walked in against the light, as if an old man was smiling at him, and said, "Little Ah Lai, what are you looking for in your grandfather's study?"

"King Wei, there are many people outside the gate in front of the house, saying that they are asking to see the King of Wei. ”

But the sound that sounded next pulled Wei Lai out of that trance.

He was stunned, and then he saw that the person who walked into the study was Di Xiu.

Wei Lai, who came back to his senses, was stunned for a while, and some indescribable emotions were churning in his heart for a while.

"King Wei, King Wei?" Di Xiu saw Wei Lai stunned, and couldn't help but whisper a few words.

Wei Lai reacted at this time, he looked at the other party, and asked suspiciously, "See me, what are you doing?"

"My subordinates don't know, but King Wei was tired all night yesterday, so it's better to rest for a while, and I will find someone to dismiss them. Dexiu said.

Wei Lai got up and waved his hand: "No, since you're here, let's see them, there are just some things I want to talk to them face-to-face." ”

Di Xiu frowned, a little puzzled if Wei Lai had anything to say to those ordinary people.

And there are actually some worries in his heart.

Jiang Huanshui's death brought a lot of changes to Ningzhou, the people of Ningzhou were boiling, and the hatred for Yan Ting and the resentment accumulated by Yan Ting's suppression for many years suddenly broke out at this time, and he couldn't wait to coerce the army tomorrow and kill into Tailin City.

It is precisely because of this that there are many radicals in Ningzhou who are dissatisfied with Wei Lai's being named King of Wei, thinking that Wei Lai is selling his ancestors for glory.

He was also somewhat worried that Wei Lai's hearing such a voice would bring some ups and downs to his heart.

It's just that after Wei said this, he walked out of the study with a step, and didn't give Di Xiu any time to persuade at all.

Dixiu had no choice but to hurry up.

......

In front of the gate of the mansion, the besieged people saw the state ministers slowly open, and Wei Lai stepped out.

The uproar of the crowd suddenly became a little louder.

"King Wei, King Wei!" someone shouted, and then several people came out in line, carrying a plaque-like object wrapped in red cloth, and came to Wei Lai.

One of the old men dressed as a Confucian walked up to Wei Lai and said to Wei Lai: "Your Royal Highness the King of Wei, I heard that the King of Wei was canonized by the imperial court, and the people of Ningzhou are happy

Encouraged, I made this plaque overnight, just waiting for the king to return, give it to my king, and ask the king to take a look. ”

The old man Di Xiu naturally recognized it, and his name was Pang Yin.

It is a well-known old Confucian student in Ningzhou, there are many of his students among the bureaucrats in Ningzhou, and he also worked under the state pastor when he was young, but he was rigid and somewhat conformist, and even in the early years, because Jiang Huanshui agreed to Ao Xiu to enter Ningzhou, he pointed at Jiang Huanshui's nose and scolded Jiang Huanshui in front of Ningzhou's civil and military forces.

And after hearing that Wei Lai was named the queen of Wei, this old man rushed to Ningxiao City with his protégés as soon as possible.

He is also quite prestigious in Ningzhou, Di Xiu knew that he might be here to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, but after all, he did not dare to embarrass the other party, at this moment, seeing him send out the plaque, and his face was pleasant, he knew that he seemed to have misunderstood the old Confucian mind.

Wei Lai also smiled, and two guards around him stepped forward, took the plaque, and lifted the red cloth on it.

The smiles on the faces of the surrounding people froze at that time, and Wei Lai and the armorer who lifted the red cloth were stunned.

I saw two big characters written on the plaque - ghost king.

Dexiu's brow furrowed suddenly, and the people around him began to whisper.

"This ......"

"What does that mean?"

"Didn't you rush to work and write the Wei character into a ghost character?"

The old man named Pang Yin stepped forward at that time and said loudly: "There is no mistake in writing, it is a ghost word!"

Wei Lai sank his brows, stared at the old man and asked, "What is the explanation, sir?"

Pang Yin glanced at Wei Lai and asked rhetorically, "Dare to ask what is the relationship between King Wei and Jiangzhou Mu." ”

"The state pastor is my grandfather, and everyone in the world knows it. Wei Lai replied in a deep voice.

Pang Yin stared at Wei Lai and asked again: "Since you are your grandfather, does King Wei have half of the Jiang family's blood on his body?"

"Naturally. ”

"Good!" the old man burst out, his tone full of anger.

"Since King Wei admits that you have half of the Jiang family's blood in your body, then you King Wei deserve this ghost word. ”

Wei Lai's brows furrowed, and he whispered, "Although I have never met Mr., I have heard my grandfather talk about Mr. ”

According to what he said, the old gentleman has a good belly, has a heroic and righteous heart, likes to speak uprightly, and is also upright, and is one of the few people in the world who is book-keeping. ”

"I have a lot of respect for the old gentleman, and if the gentleman has any advice, he can speak bluntly, and he doesn't have to be so insinuating, he is stupid in his later life, and it is really difficult to understand what the gentleman means. ”

Pang Yin sneered when he heard this, and then his eyes swept over the people around him, his hands shook, his long sleeves fell, and he said: "What the King of Wei asks, how dare the old man disobey the first-order grass people." ”

"Then dare to ask King Wei again, why did Jiangzhou Mu die?"

Wei Lai said in a deep voice: "Jin Buyun caused the disaster of human corpses, which made the state pastor have to put himself in danger and suppress the trouble, so he died." ”

"Who is behind that Jin Buyun?" asked Pang Yin.

"Naturally, it's Queen Jin Yun'er. ”

"Then whose queen is Jin Yun'er?" Pang Yin asked again.

Speaking of this, Wei Lai had probably guessed the old man's thoughts, but he did not hesitate, and said bluntly: "Naturally, it is the empress of Emperor Yanting." ”

And as these words came out, Pang Yin shouted again: "Well said!"

"It seems that King Wei has not forgotten who killed your grandfather and killed the state pastor of Ningzhou!"

"This enmity is not shared, how dare Wei Lai forget it. Wei Lai said solemnly.

"Mouth

Have you forgotten, what about the bottom of your heart?" Pang Yin asked with squinted eyes.

After saying this, he didn't wait for Wei Lai to respond half a sentence, and then said: "Since you didn't think about revenge until Yan Ting killed the state pastor, you can still accept the throne sealed by Yan Ting safely, isn't this just selling your ancestors for glory?"

"Since you bought the Jiang family's life, then cut off half of your surname, and call you the ghost king, isn't it beautiful!?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding people suddenly let out a burst of exclamations, and Di Xiu on the side was even more ugly.

He secretly cursed a rotten Confucianism in his heart!

Others don't know about Wei Lai, how can he not know?

Wei came to take the name of the king of Wei, and it was just right to govern Ningzhou, although the name of the king of Wei was enshrined in Yan, but it was only an expedient measure.

With Ningzhou's current strength, it must not really fight with Yan Ting.

Only by keeping the light and keeping the obscure can we plan for the future.

And this old Confucian student, relying on dropping a few bookbags, spoke out to Wei Lai, causing trouble to the people of Ningzhou, how could he tolerate him?

Thinking of this, Di Xiu shouted: "Come on, take down this nonsense for me!"

At that time, several armor soldiers stepped forward, and they were about to take Pang Yin.

Pang Yin sneered when he saw this, and several young people dressed as Confucian scholars also stepped out behind him and surrounded the old man.

"Today, I said that the old man never had the heart of death. ”

"The sages have words. ”

"Fight to the death, soldiers to die, and only then can there be peace for all generations." ”

"The old man is not talented, and he admonishes him with death, and he can also see the loyal martyrs of Ningzhou under the spring, and he can also face the soul of the three heavens, but you and other generations who sell their ancestors for glory, and the future generations will definitely criticize and write down, and you will not be able to live forever!"

Pang Yin said so, his hands behind his back, his head raised high, and he looked like he was being killed.

"Corrupt and misleading the country!" Seeing this, Di Xiu's heart became more and more annoyed, and he snorted coldly, and was about to let those armor soldiers come forward.

"Slow!" But at this moment, Wei Lai stretched out his hand and stopped the armor soldiers who were about to step forward.

Di Xiu was stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered in Wei Lai's ear: "King Wei, although this person has prestige, but the King of Wei has just taken over Ningzhou, if he is allowed to mess around, I am afraid that the prestige of the King of Wei will be damaged, I know that the King of Wei is kind, but this matter is not benevolent to the woman." ”

Hearing this, Wei Lai glanced at Di Xiu and asked, "Who told you that prestige can only be established by killing people." ”

Di Xiu didn't understand what Wei Lai said, and was about to say something more, but Wei Lai stepped forward.

He looked at the plaque of the ghost king, and then at the arrogant old Confucian student, and asked, "Mr. said that I sold my ancestors for glory?"

"Isn't it?" asked the old man rhetorically.

Wei Lai didn't answer his question, and asked again: "So, this Wei character should be dismantled in half and called a ghost, right?"

"Yes. The old man frowned in response, not understanding what the boy was trying to say.

"Wei ghost?" Wei Lai muttered the rhetoric.

Suddenly, he smiled, clapped his hands, and said, "Wonderful." ”

Don't say that these words are the people around them, even the old Confucian student's face changed, and his gaze at Wei Lai was a little strange.

But Wei Lai didn't care what they thought, turned his head to look at the armor soldier with the plaque, and said loudly.

"Go!"

"Help me hang the ghost king plaque inscribed by Mr. in front of the mansion!"

"From today on, this is the Ghost King's Mansion!"