Fu Qian looked at him with a gloomy face in the night: "Where have you been?" ”

Lu Wenyuan bowed his head and said, "Master Fan has something to do with me. ”

Fu Qian sighed: "Wen Yuan, I only want to ask you one thing today, are you and Fan Zhefu a party?" ”

Lu Wenyuan was silent for a while before he said, "What if it's what, what's not it?" Don't you want me? ”

Fu Qian said: "It's not that I don't want you, it's just a matter of party strife, how dangerous it is, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, how many people have folded on this, you won't know." If you get involved in it, I'm afraid it's too late to get out of it, so you have to think about it carefully. ”

Lu Wenyuan asked lightly: "Why is Master Fu afraid of this matter?" ”

Fu Qian said anxiously: "It's not that I, Fu, am afraid of things, but if I don't succeed in serving the country, but I put my life on such a useless thing first, it is too worthless." ”

When Lu Wenyuan heard this, he turned his head, looked directly at Fu Qian, and said, "Master Fu also said that it is important to serve the country. But if I don't attach myself to Fan Zhefu, I am still just a six-grade official who is not liked by the emperor, and I have been working in the ministry all my life, so how can I talk about serving the country? What I am doing now is just to climb high and look far ahead, and to fight for myself a little more to serve the country. ”

Fu Qian said: "I'm afraid it's easier said than done." When the time comes, I'm afraid it's not like you can do what you want. ”

Lu Wenyuan looked at Fu Qian and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just lowered his head and remained silent. Fu Qian saw that he didn't speak, so he couldn't say anything, and knew that he was stubborn, and he couldn't pull back the eight horses that he had identified, so he refused the idea of continuing to lobby and went back to his room to sleep.

After Lu Wenyuan returned to the room, he thought about it, and felt that his behavior was too obstinate, and then stayed in the Fu Mansion, but he was afraid that Fu Qian would be pulled into the water, so he woke up the little girl and was safe, packed up with him, moved out of the Fu Mansion overnight, and lived in the Beijing Inn.

When Fan Zhefu got the news, how could he not vigorously win over him, so he immediately asked people to clean up a house in the suburbs of Beijing and come out, and personally led Lu Wenyuan to see it, wanting to give it away. I didn't know that Lu Wenyuan didn't live or die, he only said that he had no merit and no luck, and after he had done one or two things for Master Fan in the future, it was not too late to accept it, and he still lived back in the previous inn. Fan Zhefu couldn't figure out his mind for a while, so he couldn't just let him go. Fortunately, the inn was in his own name, so he ordered the boss to waive their room money, which could be regarded as a small favor.

Lu Wenyuan sent Fan Zhefu away, closed the door, and instructed Ping An to go out to do some small business on weekdays. As soon as he was fined by the emperor, the price of goods in the capital was high, and he really didn't have enough money. Second, the room money of the inn can be paid, and the mouth of eating people is short, and the hands of people are soft, which is not the style of scholars.

Ping An promised to go to work on his own. Lu Wenyuan still went to the ministry every day as if nothing happened, and when he met Fu Qiantang, he was not embarrassed, neither humble nor arrogant, and had thoughtful etiquette. Fu Qian made himself uncomfortable, and after talking day and night, he woke up the next day and disappeared Lu Wenyuan, knowing that he was afraid of affecting himself, so he left overnight.

Fu Qian regretted it for a while, but said that he was too cautious, but after asking around for a few days, he heard that Lu Wenyuan lived in an inn under Fan Zhefu's name, and Fu Qian was not easy to look for it. A few days later, he heard that Fan Zhefu gave him a house in the suburbs of Beijing, but he didn't accept it, and he was even more puzzled for a while, but he couldn't figure out what Lu Wenyuan'an was thinking, so he had to guess in his heart.

And so the days passed. Until this day, Fan Zhefu sent someone to find Lu Wenyuan the night before, saying that he was asking him to go to the cabinet tomorrow morning to discuss something. Lu Wenyuan didn't dare to slack off, and got up in a hurry as soon as it was dawn the next morning, but when he arrived, he found that the palace gate of the Forbidden City had just opened, and there was no one in the cabinet at all, only a few little eunuchs with brooms and sprinkled and swept in the courtyard. Lu Wenyuan was bored for a while, so he walked around the cabinet, and unconsciously walked into a side hall where the music was stored.

This side hall is close to the cabinet hall, and the interior is arranged in an orderly manner, and there are several piles of chapters, which seem to be extremely neat and solemn. Lu Wenyuan paced around the desk a few times, looking at the surrounding furnishings, but he still didn't pass away for long, and there was silence inside and outside the hall. Lu Wenyuan then sat down at the table, holding his chin casually, and aimlessly looked at the furnishings on the table.

However, this look turned out to be a problem, and it turned out that in the most conspicuous place on the table, there was a brocade box for the grand concert, which was bulging and seemed to contain a lot of things. Lu Wenyuan had experience in writing a concerto, and knew that although the brocade box did not look big, a piece of more than a thousand words was really not even a fifth of it, how long did the piece in front of him have to be written to support the brocade box to this kind of journey?

Lu Wenyuan was full of curiosity for a while, and there was still no one left and right, and after a battle between heaven and man in his heart, he finally didn't resist the temptation, and secretly reached out to open the brocade box to take a closer look.

The brocade box contained something else, but it was a yellow silk silk, folded upright. Lu Wenyuan was puzzled, and hurriedly shook off the silk silk to take a closer look, and found that it turned out to be a holy decree, which wrote that the emperor wanted to remove Chen Jincheng, the prefect of Taiyuan, on the grounds of improper disaster relief, and the affairs should be temporarily replaced by Zheng Ren, the superintendent of the imperial history. Lu Wenyuan, the superintendent of the imperial history, had never heard of it, but Chen Jincheng had heard Yan Yong mention it during the court discussion, but he didn't know what the emperor's intention was. Then turn it down, but it is a piece of music, the content of which is that Chen Jincheng, the prefect of Taiyuan, sued Yan Yong, a scholar of the cabinet, for falsely transmitting the holy decree and asked the emperor to investigate and deal with it.

Lu Wenyuan was shocked, according to Chen Jincheng's statement, the holy decree in his hand was not originally from the emperor, but evidence of strict and pretentious. Lu Wenyuan hurriedly opened the holy decree and read it again, he had never received the holy decree with his own hands, so he couldn't tell the truth for a while, his heart was anxious and chaotic, and he didn't know what to do, but he heard a chaotic footsteps outside the hall, and it was clear that someone was coming towards the cabinet.

Lu Wenyuan suddenly panicked, the silk silk that wrote the holy decree was soft and collapsed, and it was impossible to fold it neatly in a short period of time, seeing that the footsteps were getting closer and closer, Fan Zhefu's figure was faintly in it, Lu Wenyuan was in a hurry, and made a group of holy decrees, and stuffed them into his arms, and put the chapter back in the box and put it in its place, waiting for a qiē ready, three steps and two steps into the main hall, just collided head-on with Fan Zhefu who had just entered the door.

Fan Zhefu saw that he arrived early, but he didn't doubt him, and gossiped a few words, but it didn't matter much, he just downplayed Yan Yong's recent actions and behaviors, and let him go. Lu Wenyuan returned to the lobby of the ministry to do things, but because he was carrying the holy decree in his arms, he was uneasy all day, and he broke out in cold sweat one after another, and finally returned to the inn at night.

Lu Wenyuan read the decree twice, and felt more and more that something was wrong. But I can't say what is strange. It's just that this false decree was not issued sooner or later, but it was issued after the disaster in Shanxi, and the target of the recall was the current prefect Chen Jincheng, which seems to be related to disaster relief, which is too much of a coincidence. Besides, Yan Yong, a cabinet scholar, has been in the opposition for decades, how could he not know that falsely preaching the holy decree is a big sin to lose his head, if this holy decree is really falsely transmitted by him, then why is he so desperate? If not, Chen Jincheng deliberately falsely accused Yan Yong, so what did Chen Jincheng want?

Lu Wenyuan only felt that there was no clue in his mind for a while, and the last thought turned to himself, thinking that he had caught such a hot potato in his hand because of a moment of curiosity, and now he couldn't send it back if he wanted to.

was hesitating and apprehensive, when he suddenly heard the sound of "Peng" in the door, and was knocked open by a person. Lu Wenyuan was so frightened that the three souls left the six souls, hurriedly stuffed the holy decree into his arms, and then raised his eyes to look, but saw that the person who came was the little servant at home, and as soon as he entered the door, he rushed to the table to take the teapot and pour water to drink.

Lu Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, he was angry and funny for a while, and whispered to him: "What are you doing in a hurry, being chased by a ghost?" ”

Ping'an's mouth was full of water, and there was no time to answer him. Lu Wenyuan carefully found that he came back empty-handed, disgraced, and with some mud rolling on his coat, which was very different from usual, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?" Do you make such a wolf bèi? What about the goods? All sold out? ”

Ping'an kept pouring down a pot of herbal tea before he stopped and gasped: "Hey, don't mention it." Today, not only are all the goods gone, but even the capital is gone. ”

Lu Wenyuan was taken aback, although the capital was not much, but now that he has been fined, it can be regarded as a big loss, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" Is the payment still payable today? ”