The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze a little, except for the old man on the chair with a slightly playful expression, the rest of the people had serious expressions. Especially the man holding the ancient book in his hand, he looked at it carefully, and there was a little sweat overflowing on his forehead, falling to the ground drop by drop, the sound was not loud, but it could hit people's hearts.

The fat man didn't speak at this time, he knew that what he could say before had already been said. Besides, it wasn't the time for him to speak, so he stared straight at the man who had just finished writing the list.

The latter put down the pen, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Old Lu, how many masters has the capital sent to various parts of the empire?"

The old man did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately replied, "No more, no less, exactly thirty-eight." ”

That's right, it only makes sense. The man who had stopped writing did not return to the corner again, but sat down on the second chair on the left. He rubbed his temples and said slowly: "Some time ago, the people over there sent me a secret letter, saying that a group of masters had recently disappeared from the Xiyue Palace, and there were just thirty-eight of them, and their strength was high and low, but they didn't have enough authority to inquire about more news." ”

The flute man frowned and did not speak.

The man with the ancient book in his hand suddenly turned his head to look out the window, and also did not speak.

Qin Luwei's right eye suddenly jumped, as if he was pondering something.

It's just that the old man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and it seemed that he wanted to say something, but he held back.

In the end, it was the fluted man who spoke: "Scholar Song, are you saying that the group of disappeared masters in the Xiyue Palace are the people who specially came to our empire to help the Valley of Grievances?"

The bachelor named Song Mingkun shook off his previous anger and smiled for the first time, and he said while laughing: "This game is very interesting. He looked at Qin Luwei, who was overwhelmed by the look, so he had to smile back with an embarrassed smile.

Song Mingkun continued: "As we all know, the national strength of the Xiyue Dynasty is weak, not to mention that there are few troops, even there are few martial arts masters, which is not comparable to our Yuanqing Empire, but this country is located in a barbarian region and is warlike, so it has always been delusional to enter the Central Plains. However, they can't even take a Fenggu town, and they still want to break into our empire, isn't it a fantasy? However, they have not given up, and they have been making small fights all these years in an attempt to set off some storms in our country. ”

"Now it seems that the wind of grievance valley is a big deal in recent years. Song Mingkun then sneered, "Thirty-eight masters? ”

Although the fat man did not have any expression on his face, but his heart was turbulent, so that the group of masters in the capital could still deal with it? But it was not right, the fat man thought about it again, if he could deal with it, why did the people in the Valley of Grievances still act like this, he didn't understand it very well, and he didn't speak, just looked at Song Mingkun.

Anyway, Qin Lu would continue to talk about it in order to know about this Song scholar.

I don't know when the old man who got up coughed lightly, and then the eyes in the room were focused on the old man, originally Song Mingkun wanted to continue to say something, but when he saw the old man on the other side get up, he couldn't help but speak.

The old man looked directly at the man in the second chair opposite, wanting to exert some pressure on the latter, but Song Mingkun was calm and calm, and kept meeting his gaze, and finally he saw that the old man did not speak, he still couldn't help but say: "Old Lu, write to the emperor, maybe it's time to catch them all." ”

The old man named Lu Yuan nodded, he looked around, and "finally" found the man who covered his face with an ancient book. The latter seemed to have just felt the old man's gaze, he slowly put down the ancient book, and he looked like he had suddenly realized, and he was not ashamed, but got up to meet Lu Yuan's gaze, and said with a smile: "Then let me be in charge of this matter, I am still good at writing something." ”

The fat man muttered to himself in his heart: In this room, you are the only one in the room, and even if it is black, you can write it as white. Who else but you can write?

But the fat man could only mutter a few words in his heart, after all, this person could also sit on the third chair on the right-hand side.

The fat man thought about it and sighed again, he can't rank according to seniority, but according to ability, he can't get any better....

Lu Yuan saw the appearance of the man holding the ancient book in his hand, smiled rarely, and continued: "Master Fang, what you write this time is not just to write suggestions like before, but you have to write a sense of urgency, so that the emperor feels a certain amount of pressure, and you need to take some action immediately. ”

Fang Wenwei suddenly lost his smile this time, his face was embarrassed, and he said: "Old Lu, I'm afraid it's very difficult for me to meet your request, this holy mind is not easy to figure out, I'm afraid that if I write too much, will it be a superfluous move?"

Lu Lao didn't say anything, but Song Mingkun on the side said: "Scholar Fang doesn't have to worry about this, the saint is a reasonable person, and we write like this, just to let the saint take action as soon as possible, and the saint will definitely agree." ”

Fang Wenwei's face suddenly sank, and he said loudly: "Scholar Song, does the emperor know that I wrote this recital!

When Song Mingkun heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It turns out that Brother Fang is talking about this, how can we ask you to write this memora in your personal name? Since this matter was negotiated in our small house, it must be written to the emperor in the name of our small house, you can rest assured!"

Fang Wenwei's face suddenly improved, but he didn't speak immediately.

Song Mingkun saw that Fang Wenwei didn't speak, so he continued: "You don't have to believe me, but you always have to believe in Lu Lao, he has watched the saint grow up, is it possible that he can't figure out the mind of the saint?"

Seeing that he was talking about himself, the old man's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at Song Mingkun opposite, who gave him a look.

Fang Wenwei felt that there was some truth when he heard it, so he gritted his teeth and agreed. He sighed and said, "Come on, I still have to do this offending thing." ”

Qin Lu saw this "good old man", and hurriedly looked at the scholar who could write very well, and said again and again: "It's really a scholar who has profound knowledge and excellent writing skills, and this matter can only be done by you, otherwise if you were me, you would definitely have to mess up." ”

The man who had taken the flute back into his hand couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw it. He said to Qin Luwei: "Okay, Brother Qin, don't be presumptuous, this gag ability, in the small room, you say that you are second, and no one dares to call it first." ”

When the fat man heard this, he laughed loudly and did not feel embarrassed at all.

Lu Yuan rarely saw a trace of vitality in the room, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart, although it was not the same as his political philosophy, but it was good to have such an atmosphere. But he suddenly remembered something, and said to Song Mingkun with a serious face: "You have to keep an eye on the people over there in Xiyue, don't make any big baskets at a critical moment," the latter nodded.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do next, Lu Yuan asked everyone to disperse, and then Fang Wenwei was the first to walk out of the room.

The flute man was the second, and Qin Lu walked out of the room for the third.

There were only Song Mingkun and Lu Yuan left in the room at the moment.

One is an old man who is about the same age as the previous emperor, and the other is a middle-aged man who is not a few years younger than the current Shoufu.

Lu Yuan's expression slowly darkened after they left, and after a while, he suddenly roared with a little anger: "Who told you to tell me about Xiyue?"

Song Mingkun stood straight at this time, but his head was slightly lowered.

"Do you think that everything is in your calculations, or do you think that you can control the hearts of people in the house?" the old man's voice was a little lower at this time.

Song Mingkun still didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man felt a little angry in his heart, he kicked the chair suddenly, and scolded: "Okay! You are the only one in the world, Song Mingkun is the smartest, everything is done by you alone, I am not as smart as you, Ouyang is not as smart as you, I think, even the saint is not as smart as you!"

"Do you know why I specifically emphasized to you in front of everyone that I wanted to watch the people who live in Xiyue?" Lu Yuan's voice became louder and louder, not at all like an elderly man.

"Because of what you did, I have to wipe your ass, I have to let them know that Xiyue's affairs are not a secret, I have to let them know that this is not our hole card, but just a very ordinary card. ”

"The more you try to cover up some things, the more likely it is that things will go wrong. When you said the news from Xiyue's side, did you carefully read the expressions of those three people? Can you figure it out?"

Song Mingkun looked at the old man so angry at the moment, and he felt a little sad in his heart, he felt that the old man was really angry this time.

But he still didn't want to speak, and there were some things that everyone understood differently.

Even this old man, who was about the same age as the first emperor, might not be able to understand it.

After Lu Yuan finished scolding, he saw Song Mingkun looking like he hated iron but not steel, he took a few deep breaths, and even wanted to slap him, but he couldn't help it after all.

At this moment, the old man walked to the chair with a little trembling, then sat down slowly, and said softly: "Don't think that you can not be scolded by me if you don't speak, that is, I am old now, otherwise a few years earlier, I will not only be able to scold you for three days and three nights, but also drive you out of the house." No matter how smart you are, you have to disappear from me. ”

The old man closed his eyes and continued: "If you want to show your hole cards, that's your business, I don't care. But where are you not showing this hole card, but why do you want to show it in this room?!"

"Are you confident enough to control Fang Wenwei, or can you control that flute?"

"Can you tell which one is the person in the Fu'an Palace, or can you tell which one is the person from the second prince, or do you know if there are any people in our house who are the twelve eunuchs?"

"Or are you going to draw Qin Luwei into your camp?"

The old man asked three questions on his face, and his tone was no longer hurried, and there was only a faint calm.

Song Mingkun slowly raised his head at this time, still sitting on the chair, and didn't look at Lu Yuan, but looked out the window and said, "Old man, I'm sorry." ”

Lu Yuan still closed his eyes and said nonchalantly: "There are some things, there is no need to say sorry, if you are wrong, you are wrong." I don't want to argue whether you're wrong or not, I'm just going to say that you're risky. ”

"You go and talk to Ouyang. The old man finally slumped in his chair and rubbed his temples.

"Let's go. I don't want you to come to the next meeting, even if Ouyang asks you to come, you can do it yourself. ”

Song Mingkun got up and bowed to the old man, turned around and walked to the door of the room, and said softly: "Old man, do you believe me when I said that Shoufu asked me to do this?"

When the old man heard this, he didn't have the slightest expression, and he didn't even reply.

The middle-aged man at the door shook his head slightly and walked away.

He didn't know that the old man in the small room covered his chest and gasped for breath after he left, looking surprised.

Ouyang, are you really confused or fake?

Or have you made up your mind?

On this day, Lu Yuan stayed alone in the small room all night.