"Ahh It turns out that you are Wen Xianggong! ”

Xu Shiliu pretended to exclaim, and hurriedly bowed deeply with Xu Shiyang:

"Student Juzhou Xu Shiliu ......."

"Late-born Juzhou Xu Shiyang ......."

The two bowed to Wen Xianggong again:

"Meet Xianggong Wen!"

The words of the two were a little contrived, after all, they all came to the door, how could they not know that this was Wenfu?

It's just that being met by two young people who are so high-spirited, Wen Xianggong still has an irrepressible good feeling in his heart.

Well, he wouldn't admit that the honest kneeling tartar in the back made a good first impression on him.

"Juzhou?"

Wen Xianggong himself was still enjoying the little excitement of being bowed down by the Tartars, but Wen Zhong, who was following him, heard something unusual about it.

He asked curiously, "Is it that Juzhou in Jiangbei Qi Province?" ”

Jiangbei!

Wen Xianggong, who had been agitating the Northern Expedition of the imperial court all his life, was awakened by his son's words, and he stared at Xu Shiliu with wide bull's eyes, looking at it like that, if Xu Shiliu answered a little later, the old man would probably come forward and pry his mouth open.

"Yes, the student is from Juzhou, Qi Province, and the student came to Jiangnan to study at the behest of his father. Before leaving, my father had a book to repair and instructed the students to present it to the minister. ”

After speaking, Xu Shiliu took a letter from the maid behind him, bowed for the third time and put the letter on it with both hands.

Wen Xianggong collected his mood slightly, stretched out his hand to take the letter, looked at the envelope first, and then opened the letter at the door of his house and read it directly.

During this time, Wen Zhong also whispered something in his old father's ear.

Wen Xianggong nodded lightly while reading the letter.

After a while, the old man folded the letter and handed it to Wen Zhong to collect.

"Your father is Xu Muhe, a Jinshi in the ninth year of Qingyuan?"

"Exactly!"

"The old man still has an impression of him." Wen Xianggong nodded and said, "He is studious, but it's a pity that the old man didn't have the opportunity to teach him." ”

Xu Shiliu immediately complimented: "My father has always sighed that he has not been able to get the teachings of the Minister of Literature. ”

When the old and the young picked up the topic, they started talking in the way of literati, and they soon figured out that Xu Muhe's teacher was the younger brother of the third brother of Wen Xianggong.

Well, that's okay.

"Since you are your own family, don't stand outside the door, come in and talk."

Wen Xianggong turned around and entered the door with his chest folded, but Wen Zhong only turned half of his body and motioned for Xu Shiliu to stand beside him.

Xu Shiliu paused for a moment, not quite understanding why there was such a high salary, but he also understood that this was a good thing, so he hurriedly ran two steps and followed behind Wen Xianggong with Wen Zhong.

The other Jiangnan main battle factions returned to the Wenfu Gate in turn, Xu Shiyang walked at the back with the two maids, and after a while, there was only one Pu Luhun left at the door of the Wen house who was still honestly kneeling in place.

After the gate was reclosed, Wen Zhong whispered to Xu Shiliu:

"Brother Xu, what's going on with that tartar outside the door?"

"Students don't deserve to be called that! Adults can call students by their first names. ”

No matter who the person in front of him is, he is always older and higher than him Xu Shiliu, and his level of education is estimated to be the same, he really can't afford to be called "Brother Xu".

Wen Zhong had a good impression of Xu Shiliu, who knew how to be polite, and he smiled and asked again: "Haha, that's fine, Shiliu, what's going on with that tartar outside the door?" ”

"Just a house slave."

Xu Shiliu replied:

"The newly captured savage last year, the time is short, and he doesn't understand the rules of our Da Zhou, he disturbed your mansion just now, and the student was uneasy, so he had to punish him for kneeling first, and he had to wait for the punishment of the Minister Wen."

The two of them didn't speak loudly, but it wasn't small, at least they heard it from the group who were walking towards the Wen family's house.

Wen Xianggong, who was walking in the forefront, did not look back, and said loudly: "Since he is a newcomer, he must not be punished without teaching, just punish him for kneeling for a day, and let him enter the house at night, and first make room for him to live in." ”

"Follow the teachings."

Xu Shiliu's heart blossomed, the house slave can live in the firewood house of the Wenfu, so wouldn't his own master also live in the Wenfu?

The plan to take Gong Wen as a teacher has been more than half successful.

Wen Zhong asked again: "It's just that why Shiliu's house slaves still have tartar braids?" ”

"Ah, that's my brother's idea." Xu Shiliu replied: "He thinks that these captured Tartar slaves should be kept as they are, and we will also equip him with captured Tartar armor and soldiers to practice with the soldiers, so that my soldiers can be familiar with the Tartars' combat skills and tactics, and it will be easier to defeat the Tartars in the battle array." ”

This is all a mouthpiece, the trap soldiers are just dead soldiers, not the blue team, and Xu Shiyang will not give the armor equipment to the captured Tartars - more than half of the selected soldiers are unarmoured!

Letting Pruhun keep his braids is just for this moment, so that it will be easier to pry open the door of the Wen family, you see, isn't this very successful?

"Great idea!" Wen Zhong praised: "No wonder the Xu family can win the battle against the Tartars!" ”

Xu Shiliu guessed what this person had said in Wen Xianggong's ear just now.

He knew that last year, the Xu family in Juzhou annihilated the Tartars in a fierce battle.

Coming out of the Wen Mansion, it must be an official of the main battle faction.

Hearing that he was from the Xu family in Juzhou, he would naturally say something good about Wen Xianggong.

Even if he just told Wen Xianggong the fact that the Xu family had annihilated the Tartars and a fierce an, it was enough for Wen Xianggong to like him as a rising star.

Everyone returned to the hall where they had just been discussed, and each sat down again.

Xu Shiliu and Xu Shiyang had no place for the time being, so they had to stand in the center of the hall now, while Zhao Lin and Chunmei, the two maids, were waiting outside the house.

"Muhe's letter, the old man read it just now."

After Wen Xianggong sat down, he picked up the teacup and took a sip lightly, and then said:

"He asked the old man to take care of you to enroll in Jiangnan, and the old man could agree, if it was before, it would not be impossible for the old man to accept you as a student in person."

Xu Shiliu secretly clenched his fists excitedly.

"However, Shiliu, you have a great future, and now there are some things ...... the court, and the old man is not good at teaching you, which will delay your future."

"Why did the scholar say this?" Xu Shiliu asked blankly.

"Hehe, the writer...... the old man really wants to be your writer." Wen Xianggong said lonely: "The Wen family is about to fall, you young talents, don't follow the old man to make mistakes." ”

Wen Zhong stepped forward, handed a copy of yellow silk to Xu Shiliu, and motioned for him to open it and take a look.

Xu Shiliu was full of question marks, and carefully looked at the handwriting on the yellow silk.

After a while, he handed it to Xu Shiyang, who was standing beside him.

This silk is copied from the new requirements made by the envoys of the Jin State to the south this time, and the yellow silk is matched with red characters, one by one is very dazzling.

"I'm going to face the Holy Death tomorrow."

Wen Zhong said slowly:

"I won't hide it from you, with the holy temperament, ...... I shouldn't be able to come back tomorrow."

"At that time, the Wen family will completely offend the saint and the lords in the court, Shiliu, you are not here at the right time."

Wen Xianggong waved his hand and interrupted his son's words: "Don't say this in front of Shiliu, he has nothing to do with this matter." ”

"Later, I will repair a book and give it to my old friend in Yangzhou, so that he can teach Shiliu."

"Huh." Xu Shiyang, who had been looking at the yellow silk carefully, and was speechless, suddenly laughed and said: "What should I do, since death is really going to die, then don't die death." ”