That little boy had never seen such a scene, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of Lu Wenyuan rolling on the ground like a blood gourd, and he screamed "ah" in fright.

Zhu Shiyang heard this shout, hurriedly threw Lu Wenyuan away, turned around, hugged him with kind words and comfort, and was about to enter the hall. Fan Zhefu shouted at the right time: "Your Majesty, let them stop fighting, be careful to surprise Liu Gongzi again." ”

Zhu Shiyang really ate this, and immediately ordered the two guards to stop and throw Lu Wenyuan outside the palace. Fan Zhefu hurriedly retreated, and when the emperor disappeared into the palace, he ordered the two guards to retreat, hugged Lu Wenyuan, and slowly walked outside the palace.

But where can Lu Wenyuan still walk, he just blindly closes his eyes and his breath is weak. Fan Zhefu dragged him all the way, and finally got him to the former dynasty and placed him in the cabinet for a while.

Lu Wenyuan slowed down in the cabinet for a long time before he opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw Fan Zhefu standing aside, he was also a little confused for a while. But Fan Zhefu asked aloud: "Is Lord Lu better?"

Lu Wenyuan nodded slightly, and then heard Fan Zhefu smile again: "Lord Lu is really good, how did you hide from my subordinates this time and run into the palace to see the emperor?"

Lu Wenyuan pursed his lips and replied in a low voice: "I didn't hide it from them, I just said that Master Fu Qianfu asked me to come into the palace to deliver something, and they believed it." After waiting for the previous dynasty, but not many people stopped me, I hid a little, and then found the emperor. ”

Fan Zhefu said with a smile: "Lord Lu is really clever. Sure enough, he is worthy of being the champion of Tianxi for five years. ”

Lu Wenyuan was stunned, during the time he spent with Fu Qian, he had already inquired about the original owner's past, and naturally knew what Fan Zhefu meant, so he said weakly: "Lord Fan is mistaken, the champion of Tianxi's five years is Master Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials, not under him." ”

Fan Zhefu said meaningfully: "In the heart of this official, Lord Lu is the champion. After correcting the color, he looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled and said: "It's getting late now, if Lord Lu is better, I'll prepare a sedan chair to send Lord Lu back." I wonder where Lord Lu lives in Beijing now?"

Lu Wenyuan said: "Then there is Master Lao, just send me to Master Fu Qianfu's mansion." ”

Fan Zhefu was taken aback and asked, "Lord Lu is now living in the Fu Mansion?"

Lu Wenyuan nodded in confusion, but Fan Zhefu was overjoyed, originally he thought that Lu Wenyuan's position as the champion was taken away by Fu Qian, and he must be resentful of him and refused to get close, but he didn't want the relationship between the two to be so good. It is necessary to know that Fan Zhefu and Yan Yong are fighting, and whoever can install more of his own henchmen and uproot the other party's henchmen will have a better chance of winning, so the officials who are in charge of the appointment of officials in the DPRK and China have become a battleground for soldiers. However, Fu Qian, the secretary of the ministry, is cautious, has always refused to get involved in party disputes, and usually supervises his subordinates very strictly, so the two have never been able to find loopholes to exploit. If he can take Lu Wenyuan as a wing this time, he can not only use his resentment to attack Yan Yong, but also use his relationship with Fu Qian to take the lead in controlling the officials, which can really be described as killing two birds with one stone. At this moment, Lu Wenyuan looked at Fan Zhefu like a shining golden Buddha.

Fan Zhefu was attentive and took a big sedan chair with Lu Wenyuan, intending to send him back to Fu's mansion in person, but he was stopped as soon as he came out of the noon gate. Lu Wenyuan thanked Fan Zhefu and wanted to go back to the house with Fu Qian, but Fan Zhefu was embarrassed to stay, so he had to say good words and go back to the house.

But he said that Fu Qian and Lu Wenyuan had walked for a while, and when they saw that he was seriously injured, they didn't dare to criticize him, so they only asked him: "Why did you go out of the palace with Fan Zhefu this time?"

Lu Wenyuan replied: "I went to the emperor to admonish me, and was ordered by the emperor to fight to death, if it weren't for Lord Fan who happened to come to face the saint and intercede for me, I was afraid that I would have died in the imperial city at this time." ”

Fu Qian was shocked when he heard this, and sighed: "The emperor is really ruthless." However, I also have to remind you that Fan Zhefu is unprofitable and cannot afford to be early, and he must have a plan for you to be so dedicated. In the past few years, he has fought with Yan Yong fiercely, I am afraid that he knows about your holiday with Yan Yong and wants to use you as a gunman. Fan Zhefu is good at employing people, but he is short-sighted, he only has money in his eyes, and he does not hesitate to bring disaster to the country and the people in order to accumulate wealth. Most of the inns and inns in the capital and the fields on the outskirts of Beijing are under his name. ”

After a pause, seeing that Lu Wenyuan was listening attentively, he continued: "And although Yan Yong is narrow-minded and jealous, he at least cherishes his family and country and will not do anything unfavorable to the society." I know that the palace test back then, Yan Yong couldn't live with you, and if you have a grudge in your heart, you should be, I don't ask you to forgive him, but please don't collude with Fan Zhefu and get involved in party disputes. ”

Lu Wenyuan listened carefully, his eyes shining in the night, and he only closed his thin lips that had lost his blood, and said nothing.

However, Fan Zhefu returned home and thought about it carefully, and made a heavy decision for the future. He didn't sleep well all night because of this, and the next morning he went to the palace to see the emperor with two dark circles under his eyes.

Zhu Shiyang and the little boy had been messing around for a night, and he didn't sleep well, he sat on the couch and listened to Fan Zhefu with his head propped up, and after listening for a long time, he suddenly raised his head, stared at him and asked, "What did you say?"

Fan Zhefu secretly pinched a cold sweat, calmed down, and repeated: "The minister also wants to ask the emperor to take back that edict." ”

Zhu Shiyang was stunned for a long time, and suddenly slapped the table and said, "What's wrong with you? Now they are all colluding to get along with me." ”

Fan Zhefu brazenly clenched his fists and said: "Your Majesty, it is really not that the ministers and others deliberately can't get along with you, but what Lord Lu said before does have some truth, and that edict is really too much." The emperor must know that unless the officials in the court have heavy merits, they are all promoted at one level and one level, and now the emperor has promoted a local magistrate to five grades in one fell swoop, which is too eye-catching, and I am afraid that people's hearts will be unconvincing and prone to changes. ”

Zhu Shiyang listened, his face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word for a long time. Fan Zhefu's heart was like a drum, cold sweat was dripping, I really didn't know how Zhu Shiyang would react next, just begged himself not to be beaten with a stick like Lu Wenyuan yesterday. Who knew that Zhu Shiyang sighed unexpectedly, buried his face in his hands, and said in a sullen depressed voice: "Even you don't support me, I'm afraid this matter really can't be done." ”

Fan Zhefu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly retreated: "If the emperor insists on doing it, of course he can do it." But the minister dared to ask the emperor to sell his ministers a favor, even if it was for the sake of the ministers who had assisted the two dynasties and relied on the old to sell the old, it would be regarded as doing a part for the government, and the courtiers would know that the emperor was so holy, and they would be grateful and try their best to assist. With that, he lifted the hem of his shirt and knelt down, and kowtowed respectfully three times.

Zhu Shiyang saw that he was sincere, and thought that the previous dynasty would have to continue to rely on him in the future, so he had no choice but to agree. The little boy's father saw that the plan failed, so he had to take his son with him and had no choice but to return home. Zhu Shiyang made an edict but withdrew it, lost face in front of the little son, and was embarrassed to keep him any longer, so he had to give as much gold and silver as possible and let him go with his father. Since then, the mountains and rivers are far away, the Forbidden City is deep, and there is no possibility of meeting.

Fan Zhefu finished the matter with the emperor, and the rest was much easier. He drafted a document the next day, in the name of Lu Wenyuan's advice to the emperor to be meritorious, promoted him to the rank of servant of the ministry, and the official residence was three grades, mixed in a pile of songs, and sent to the emperor. Zhu Shiyang usually didn't even read the chapter, so he signed it in a daze, and when the matter became a fact, he only said that he had suffered a dumb loss, and he was very angry in his heart, but he didn't want to attack Fan Zhefu, so he only recorded it on Lu Wenyuan's head, and then slowly liquidated it in the future.

Fu Qian saw that Lu Wenyuan had been promoted to three levels in a row, and in an instant he became one of the important ministers of the imperial court, which further confirmed the conjecture in his heart, and reminded Lu Wenyuan several times at the moment, but he had no choice but to keep silent every time and refused to state his position. Fu Qian couldn't figure out his mind for a while, so he had to feel helpless in his heart.

Yan Yong saw Fan Zhefu's movements at all, and of course he knew that he was going to borrow Lu Wenyuan's hand to bring him down. At that moment, he began to secretly plan a counterattack in his heart, only wanting to strike first and plan to frame Lu Wenyuan step by step.

Lu Wenyuan's road to loyalty has only really begun.