Lu Zhen, who had retreated to the mansion, knelt silently on the felt mat, looked at a piece of hemp paper spread out in front of him, and then looked at the brush and ink pills in front of him, and the smoke rising from the incense burner became more and more until his eyes blurred.

At this time, the old servant of the family came over and told himself that there was a Xingyuan Jinguan who came to see you with a name.

Lu Zhen took the famous thorn and saw that the person who came was the new Xingyuan Mansion Advancement Officer, the Imperial History of the School Palace, Li Feng.

After a while, Li Feng entered the hall, sat on the seat below, and saluted Lu Zhen with his broken right wrist, saying that he had traveled thousands of miles and brought a reply from Ji Gong to Xianggong.

Lu Zhen sighed, then took the letter with both hands, opened the cover, and took it out, but saw that there was only one line of four words inside: "Let's watch Li Feng." ”

So Lu Zhen groaned, folded the letter back, put it on the desk, and asked the old servant to bring tea and soup to Li Feng, and asked: "Li Shiyu is the head of the twelfth year of the Great Calendar?" ”

Li Feng's face suddenly turned ashamed, and he hurriedly replied that what Lu Xianggong said was correct and correct......

Lu Zhen also knows a little about his past, knows that he wrote a splendid article, but he has no background and is not good at dealing with the world, and after being in a hurry, he mixed up with Dou Shen, Yuan Tongzhi and others, and even the virtuous and beautiful wife in the family was abandoned by him, and finally when Li Xilie, Li Huaiguang, and Zhu Zhu (only spoke in his heart) were chaotic Beijing teachers, he failed to complete the festival, and became a pseudo-Chinese scholar to the pseudo-imperial court, and later lost his right hand in the bloody killing of the Qianlong Palace, but fortunately he did not die.

When Li Shengguang, the king of Hechuan County, returned to Beijing, he saw that he knew something, so he did not execute him, but Li Feng was also depressed because of this, first he was degraded everywhere, and then it was Lu Zhen who offered the emperor the policy of "letting the people enrich the Northwest Government Office and make meritorious contributions", Li Fengcai went to Longzhou Nanyouwei County, and was taken care of by Gao Yue, and now he is sent to the Jinyuan for his job.

It stands to reason that Lu Zhen should hate this kind of talent.

But when Li Feng was in front of him, Lu Zhen couldn't hate it, only sighed and regretted.

What is there to hate about this man who has lost everything because of personal integrity problems?

"I understand what Ji Gong means, there is a bereavement monument here, which was written by Wei Bo's Tian Ju Ma Yang begging the people in the court, and there are 100,000 brushes for this, Ji Gong intends to promote you, dare to ask Li Shi Yu can come down?" Lu Yi deliberately said tentatively.

"Tian Horse ...... Wei Bo ......, "If you put it back in the past, Li Feng doesn't even know what Wei Bozhen is, but over the years, he has honed his experience in the border area, and his government affairs and knowledge are no longer the same as before, but after thinking about it, he was very happy, saying that as long as Gao Jigong and Lu Xianggong can trust the servant, the servant will be willing to go."

"However, it is to write a monument to Tian Chenghe, which is related to Li Shiyu's reputation in the future!"

Li Feng's face was like ashes at this moment, he smiled with difficulty, and confessed to Lu Zhen: "Reputation? Like a servant, it is like a duckweed flying in troubled times, where can you care about any reputation. has long been ruined by himself, and now no matter what he does, as long as he can get ahead again, he is willing to do it. The 100,000 strokes, the servant will not dare to accept it no matter what, as long as he can make the prince and the prince merciful, the servant will not give up. ”

Lu Zhen was stunned by these words, he picked up Gao Yue's paper again, and looked at the words "Let's watch Li Feng" repeatedly.

A scholar, when his political future is ruined, is really willing to do anything in order to start over.

What about me?

If I were in the same situation as Li Feng now, would I be able to put down my body and behave like him?

Thinking of this, Lu Zhen only felt that his heart was suffocated, and he shook his head violently, only to feel terrible and disgusting, and to feel boundless despair.

In the end, he was on the desk, almost breathless.

"Yisong, what you want to tell me, this should be it......"

In the end, Lu Zhen raised his hand, and said to Li Feng, it's not that I can't believe in Li Shiyu's handwriting, but this bereavement tablet is related to the relationship between the imperial court and Wei Bozhen, which is not trivial, and it is more appropriate for me to write it myself, I believe this is also what Tian Yuma is looking forward to.

Li Feng hurriedly said that it doesn't matter, how can he dare to discuss the short and long in the article with Xianggong?

In the end, Lu Zhen comforted Li Feng with a few words, and when he saw that it was getting late, he kept him to live in the inn of his house, and then he sharpened the ink pill, lifted the pen, and turned it on the rice paper very concentratingly.

Soon, Lu Zhen really wrote the inscription of Wei Bo's bereaved love and handed it over to the emperor.

This inscription is written neither humble nor arrogant, first saying that Tian Chenghei resumed production in Weibo Town, took care of the people's strength, and finally had a "legacy of love", and then pointed out that this love is a small love, and it has not yet reached the level of great love for the country, and encouraged Tian Xu to respect the constitution, forge ahead, and reach the standard of great love as soon as possible.

As for the 100,000 yuan brought by Liu Zhan, Lu Zhen also accepted it, and immediately included it in Zuozang as Helong's military expenses.

"Lu Jiu!" The emperor was very moved, so he thought that Lu Zhen's character was valuable, and then he asked the lieutenant to send the inscription to Liu Zhan's hands.

Liu Zhan also breathed a sigh of relief, very happy, and soon raised the whip with his subordinates and galloped towards Weibo Town in Hebei.

At the same time as Liu Zhan returned, the fifth shouyi of the imperial court was not far from Luzhou of the party.

But at this time, Li Baozhen was lying in the "Purple Immortal Pavilion", his face was already red, his abdomen was distended like a drum, and he was only left with his last breath hanging.

That Fang Shi Sun Jichang continued to lie to him before, saying that Sikong had eaten 3,000 gold pills before, and he was about to soar, but he didn't stick to it because of his insincerity, which led to a fall short, and the dosage should reach 10,000 pills after that.

Li Bao really believed it, and ate 10,000 pieces alive, so that it was so.

In the chaos, Sun Jichang left a letter, saying that he would go to the immortals first, and immediately rode a phoenix to pick up Sikong Feisheng, and then wrapped a lot of gold and silver and slipped away.

It's a pity that Li Baozhen still believes in him, he is struggling to the death, his family is sitting around, he has already cried into tears, and he is still sighing and saying: "The court misunderstood me, originally Sun Shi told me that the reason why I always can't get promoted is because the official is too obvious, so I have been sparse seven times, hoping to resign from Sikong and be a servant, but the court has always been unwilling to agree, and now I am really blocked from becoming an immortal." After speaking, he tilted his head, looked at the painted wooden crane in the courtyard, and couldn't help shedding tears, struggling to ride it, ready to prepare for the ascension simulation of the horse, but his whole body was staggered, and his hands and feet were like being filled with lead and did not obey the call, where could he do it.

At this time, Li Baozhen really felt the coming of death, his eyes widened in sadness and horror, and he thought in his heart: "Could it be that Master Sun really deceived me?" ”

But what's the use of thinking about that.

In the cry, Li Baozhen called his son, Li Mian, the servant of the palace of the school, and said to him weakly: "The imperial envoy of the imperial court is coming soon-for my father, I also want to give you the festival, but you have no talent, you can't bear the Zhaoyi army, you have no foundation, you can't cultivate immortals, if you force it, it will only hurt you." For the good of your father, I have purchased hundreds of thousands of mansions and granges for you in the Eastern Capital in advance, as long as you are not squandered, it is enough for you to eat and wear for the next three lifetimes, remember that you must not disobey the imperial court. ”