Wen Zhong looked like "although tens of millions of people are going to do it", several young petty officials of the main battle faction exclaimed at the same time:

"Brother Wen can't!"

Wen Xianggong is the spiritual leader and backbone of the main battle faction.

Wen Zhong is now regarded as the biggest rookie of the main battle faction, and in the future.

For the declining Great Zhou main battle faction, these two people can't afford to sacrifice at the moment!

"Please don't persuade me anymore."

Wen Zhong bowed his hand and saluted the people around him:

"If you can't dissuade the Holy Lord at this time, this great Zhou ......."

He smiled bitterly and changed his words:

"If we can't stop the Holy Lord from agreeing to the Tartars' unreasonable demands this time, what kind of face can our generation show in the future?"

"I have made up my mind, and I will speak to death tomorrow!"

"Brother!"

"Brother Wen!"

"Brother Wen!"

Including Wen Zhong's younger brother, a group of young officials of the main battle faction looked at Wen Zhong with reverence.

Even Wen Xianggong sighed indifferently.

Emperor Jianxing was not stupid, and after ascending the throne, he practiced strict economy, that is, he did not approach women, nor did he build civil engineering.

But he was too timid, in other words, the emperor of the Great Zhou had been frightened by the Jin people.

It is said that the current line is inside, and the palace people don't even dare to mention the word gold, for fear of disturbing the saint.

This made him overly favored the Lord and sent those villains and ministers, so that after the Great Zhou Dynasty moved south, he was repeatedly undefeated and defeated, and gave a large number of people fat and people's anointed hands to the Jin people, and even accepted humiliating conditions such as being called a minister and canonized.

If thousands of craftsmen are given away this time, even these people from the main battle faction, who claim to be loyal ministers, don't know what is the need for the existence of this Great Zhou.

"Now that you've made up your mind, go ahead, kid."

With two lines of tears on his face, he said sadly:

"The wish of our Wen family in life is to revitalize the Great Zhou, if we can't do this, then we will die to make our ambitions! Tomorrow for your father, set the wine for you! ”

"Yes! Father! ”

"Old man!!"

Suddenly!

There was a terrible howl outside the door, and the sharp voice instantly shattered the solemn and solemn atmosphere in the hall.

Wen Xianggong scolded loudly: "Who is making noise here! ”

"Oh no, sir!!"

The housekeeper who was in charge of communicating at the gate of the Wen family arrived with the voice, and even crawled into the hall, he didn't look at the road, and almost crashed into Wen Xianggong's arms.

"Rude! Go get twenty boards yourself! ”

"Oh no, sir!" The housekeeper didn't care how Wen Xianggong punished himself, he just knelt on the ground and repeated a word loudly:

"Outside the door! Outside the door! Outside the door! ”

"What's outside the door?" Wen Zhong, who always showed himself as a humble gentleman, asked in a low voice, "Don't worry, say it well." ”

"There's a tartar outside the door!!"

The sound vibrated the roof tiles, and even Wen Zhong couldn't help frowning.

"Just now, a Tartar soldier knocked on the door of our house, and the villain opened the door to see that the situation was not good, so he had to order someone to hold the door against it, so he rushed over to inform the master!"

The butler cried out:

"Master, eldest young master, second young master, think of a way!"

"Nonsense!" Wen Xianggong trembled with anger.

"The villain didn't lie, sir!"

"Even if there are Tartars outside, how can I scare you like this!" Wen Xianggong reprimanded: "You are also the old man of the Wen family!" If the people around the old man are afraid of the Tartar like a tiger, what is the point of everything that our generation is calling for! ”

"Get out!"

Wen Xianggong hated that iron could not become steel, and kicked the butler to the side.

Then he straightened his collar a little and said to a group of young main war officials, including his two sons:

"Let's go to the door and meet those Tartars, and see what they want to do to me, the old man!"

"Dare to disobey!"

These self-proclaimed scribes bowed to Wen Xianggong together, and then followed behind the core of the main battle faction with their heads held high, and went straight to the gate of the Wen family.

A moment later, the closed door of the Wen family opened again.

Wen Xianggong took the lead and was the first to cross his own threshold.

The white-bearded old man looked around, but he couldn't find the tartar in the butler's mouth.

He saw two young men dressed in green clothes, standing respectfully in front of their house.

After all, he was the prime minister, and there was a possibility of a resurgence, and many young people were willing to vote under his door.

Moreover, Xianggongwen is extremely famous, known as one of the great masters in the world, and opened a academy in Lin'an to cultivate the future of the Great Zhou.

Some wealthy Jiangnan gentry or businessmen also regarded entering Wen Xianggong's academy as a kind of ladder to advance.

On weekdays, there is an endless stream of cars and horses in front of the Wen family, and all kinds of young people who come to give gifts to study or seek fame can stand in the open space in front of the Wen family.

It's just that I don't know why today, Wen Xianggong only saw these two young people at first sight, and he couldn't even see the bustling crowd waiting in front of the door in the past, let alone any tartars.

Ahh............h

Wen Xianggong took a closer look.

That's right, it's a fake Tartar.

Dressed in cheap burlap clothes, he was strong and strong, and even if he didn't look at his face, he could feel a savage aura from him.

It's just that this tartar is honestly kneeling down at the gate of the Wen family, his hands on the ground, his bare head buried deep in the ground, and only a ridiculous mouse tail is exposed.

No matter how fierce a person is, it is difficult for people to feel threatened when they appear in front of them like this, right?

Although Wen Xianggong boasted that he was not afraid of Tartars, he did not think that his prestige could make Tartars so respectful.

So the problem must be with the two young men at the door.

By the way, Wen Xianggong also understands why the front of his house is so deserted today - I'm afraid they were scared away by the Tartars, right?

The real protagonist of the trip to Jiangnan, Xu Shiliu, who ranks fifth in the Xu family, stepped forward, bowed deeply to Wen Xianggong, and then asked:

"Dare to ask the old gentleman, is this the mansion of Duke Wenxiang?"

Wen Xianggong looked at the young man carefully: he was dressed in a green shirt, with a crown of hair and a lazy scarf on his forehead, and he was dressed as a standard scholar.

He was tall, not as tall as the student behind him who had not stepped forward, but he was certainly much taller than ordinary people.

Dark-skinned, apparently often hands-on, not the kind of dead reading that doesn't distinguish between grains and grains.

The face is angular and has a hint of proud confidence.

Especially this kind of self-confidence, Wen Xianggong has not seen it on the face of the Han people for more than ten years.

The young man's first impression on Wen Xianggong was very good, and he vaguely reminded the old man of the good times when he was young, and Da Zhou was still in full swing.

"The old man is Wen Jiefu."

Wen Xianggong stroked his long white beard and asked curiously:

"Young man, what are you looking for the old man?"