A thousand soldiers suddenly came from outside Nanyang City, these people were not only awe-inspiring, but also had a bloody aura on their bodies, obviously just coming down from the battlefield.

He Wen, the governor of Nanyang Prefecture, was drinking tea with King Panjun at his house, and when his subordinates arrived with the news, He Futai was also confused, and he did not receive a notice from the Ministry of War.

Doubts are doubts, He Wen still hurriedly confessed to the king of Panjun on the side, saying that he would come when he went.

King Pan Jun was gentle and kind, but he nodded with a smile and asked him to get busy.

He Wen hurried to the gate of the city, and found a thousand soldiers waiting quietly in place with a carriage, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stepped forward to greet a man dressed as a general:

"May I ask why the general is here?"

It stands to reason that he, a fourth-grade mansion, doesn't need to be so low-key when dealing with a five-grade thousand-household.

It's just that he is too honest and honest as an official, and he can't take out decent gifts to honor his superiors, and it is impossible for him to take out a large amount of silver to ask for an incense from a certain important minister in the court, so in front of the same level or even low-level officials, it is inevitable that some people will speak lightly, and he can't bear the other party's origin, so the exit is naturally much more polite.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a man and a woman stepped down from it.

The man is dressed in white and has an elegant temperament, and the woman is dressed in red, beautiful and heroic.

The two stand together, and anyone who sees it will unconsciously praise the talent and beauty.

It's just that the man is elegant and only three breaths, and he immediately began to reveal his original form.

I saw him rubbing his ass very indecently, rubbing his mouth and muttering: "I already knew how to ride a horse, this is too fucking ass." ”

Hearing this, the woman frowned and kicked him, and glanced at him, meaning to let him pay attention to the next occasion, and the man found that a person wearing an official uniform with an embarrassed face was standing in front of him.

"You are Ho Wen?"

The man was unceremonious and spoke directly.

He Futai didn't expect the other party to suddenly come to such a sentence, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, because he couldn't figure out the identity of the other party, so he had to smile and nod in the end.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Wang, but I am the eighth prince of the dynasty, King Ankang is also."

Speaking of this, Wang Quanquan deliberately straightened his chest, his identity, he didn't have a chance to come in handy along the way, this will be difficult to be free, but he can't put it on a good show.

Sure enough, after He Wen heard the identity of the other party's prince, he immediately trembled, "See the prince for his humble duties", and as he spoke, he was about to kneel on the ground.

Seeing this, Wang Quanquan stepped forward directly, grabbed the other party without a trace, and then grabbed the other party's shoulders and said:

"Master He doesn't have to be so polite, everyone is your own person, isn't it a discount for my life if you kowtow to me?"

"Your own people?"

He Wen was confused, it was the first time he and this "famous" prince in the capital had met, the mountain was high and the emperor was far away, but in the past, he had heard of the absurd style of this prince, and when he saw it today, it was really worthy of his reputation.

Wang Quanquan didn't care about the other party's doubts, and continued:

"These brothers have worked hard to escort me all the way, Lord He, you are good at wine and meat, help me greet them, rest assured, this king knows that Nanyang Mansion is poor, and this account is on my head."

As he spoke, he took out a silver ticket of one thousand taels from his arms and handed it to He Wen.

Even if the other party gave the silver, He Wen didn't have the courage to accept it, this is the prince of the dynasty, except for the emperor, no one is older than him, outsiders are guests, and an official with sesame mung beans on weekdays has to eat and drink well, let alone this prince.

He Wen shook his head like a rattle, and said in a trembling voice:

"The prince has tormented the lower officials, you can come here, it is a great blessing for the villain, and it is natural for the lower officials to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, how can you ask for the prince's silver."

Wang Quanquan didn't care about his words, and directly stuffed the silver into the other party's arms, and whispered:

"I know that Lord He, you are an honest official, and you are reluctant to change your official robe if it is rotten, if this money is really made for you, it is estimated that you will not be able to buy new clothes for ten or eight years."

Hearing that the other party mentioned this, He Wen, a big man, instantly turned red with shame.

This matter has to start from three years ago, when he had just been promoted, and within a few days of being transferred to Nanyang Mansion from other places, he caught up with the new emperor to ascend the throne and came to Zhongzhou to inspect.

When a new official takes office, he naturally wants to buy a new robe, but He Wen, a person who is only willing to drink rice soup, has no money to buy a new robe.

Seeing that the meeting saint was imminent, He Wen, who had been sad for several days, finally came up with a way, he went to the city to find a scholar who sold calligraphy and paintings, spent a few copper plates, asked the other party to draw a paper patch, and then glued it to the old official uniform with paste.

I thought I could get through the tricks, but I didn't expect that the heavens were not beautiful, the emperor inspected the day and the wind was strong, and even the honor guard was almost blown away by the wind, and the patch made of paper on He Wen's chest couldn't stick at all, and was directly blown away by the wind.

The rest of the officials in Zhongzhou looked at Yun Yan's official uniform and immediately whispered, and the emperor also frowned when he saw this.

He Wen only felt that an old face couldn't hang up, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, but fortunately, one of the officials present was familiar with him and knew his temperament, so he opened his mouth to explain to the emperor, and the matter was settled.

At that time, the emperor still wanted to give him a new official uniform, but he didn't want to forget about it after a busy work, and later there was the matter of Mrs. He selling her dowry to buy official uniforms.

He Wen didn't want to make a big fuss about this matter, but some officials didn't seem to see him doing this, and privately began to release rumors, saying that he was selling his reputation and deliberately acting in front of the holy car to win His Majesty's favor.

Although He Wen has a clear conscience, in the face of the sarcasm of his colleagues, it would be pure self-deception to say that he didn't care about this kind of heart-wrenching remarks at all. This honest official, who relied on his own ability to step by step to reach the position of the government, finally couldn't support it and fell seriously ill.

Everyone is drunk and I am sober, it is the duty that officials should abide by, but if others are drunk and you are not drunk, you will inevitably offend others, He Wen has read the sage books for so many years, but he still does not understand the truth that literati are light.

In the following year, He Wen wrote many times to ask for his resignation, but was rejected by the emperor, and it was not until the arrival of King Panjun that he finally had a head.

Looking at this king of Pan Jun, who made a fortune in business, He Wen gradually figured out a truth.

Those who are open-minded are worried about the country and the people; Narrow-minded people, even if they have read all the poems and books, and are extremely popular ministers, are still full of flies and dogs, thinking about how to kill people without seeing blood.

……

Regarding Wang Quanquan's ridicule of the rotten official robe, He Wen smiled awkwardly and said:

"Nanyang Mansion is no longer the same as it used to be, and you can still afford a meal."

Wang Quanquan said with interest: "Oh? Could it be that Lord He has any way to make money? ”

He asked casually, but he didn't think that He Wen was scared out of cold sweat, and quickly shook his head and denied it:

"It's no secret, under the leadership of King Panjun over the years, the people of this mansion have been rich and healthy, and they are no longer as poor as they were a few years ago."

"Don't be so anxious, Lord He, others don't believe you, can this king still believe you? Besides, even if this king doesn't believe you, Your Majesty will trust any adult very much. ”

He Wen looked stunned when he heard this, he has been an official for so many years, and he still has some eyesight, but the eighth prince in front of him is really a little difficult for him to see.

is a self-familiar person, and he speaks with a hammer and a stick in the west, and he was still complimenting you a second ago, and when he turned his head, he scared you with a gun and a stick, could it be that people who hold great power are so erratic?

At this time, a word suddenly popped into He Wen's mind - divine grace is unpredictable.

The moment he gave birth to this idea, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat again, and quickly suppressed this idea again, thinking that this was going to be fatal.

……

Where could Wang Quanquan think that there were so many twists and turns in the other party's head? He just remembered what to ask, and he still had a good impression of the adult in front of him, and after asking so many questions, he just wanted to know how Pan Ziqian was doing here.

Just this little thing, how can you make the other party's face white for a while and green for a while?

"Don't get me wrong, Lord He, this king means that we all know your personality very well. Your Majesty, in particular, has a great deal of trust in you.

Think about it, with your honest and honest style, even if no one is offended, it will still make many officials who are full of fat brains feel guilty, so it is inevitable to say a few bad things about you in the court.

Our Majesty is not a faint king, which people are loyal and which people are traitors, he knows it clearly in his heart, the reason why you have been sitting in this position is not to trust you? ”

Wang Quanquan finally said something human, which made He Wen's face soften a lot.

Now that these thoughts are true, if Your Majesty really didn't believe in himself, he would have approved himself to return to his hometown a long time ago.

"Oh yes, Lord He is very familiar with that Panjun King?"

While He Wen was pondering, Wang Quanquan asked casually again.

"King Panjun is willing to deign to fellowship with his subordinates, which is really an honor for his subordinates."

"But I heard in the capital that this prince's reputation is not very good, and he often flirts with the maid ring in the family after getting drunk."

Wang Quanquan looked at He Wen with a smile, only to see that the other party was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head and said:

"King Panjun is an upright man, and it is impossible for him to do such a thing."

"You're not him, how do you know? I think he has a good chance of being ruined. ”

"......" He Wen was silent for a while, and finally asked carefully: "Isn't the prince having a grudge against the king of Panjun?" ”

This time it was Wang Quanquan's turn to be stunned, but then he understood, thinking about it, he had been picking on Pan Ziqian's thorn just now, no wonder He Futai thought so.

Just listen to He Wen continue:

"The prince, please allow the lower officials to say a fair word, if the king of Pan Jun has indeed offended the prince, the lower officials will compensate him first, the king of Pan Jun is younger, and he may be lacking in life.

But if the prince can give up his prejudices and have a good conversation with the king of Panjun, he will find that he is indeed a friend worth befriending. ”

"Oh? Since Lord He has said so, then the king must make some good friends with this king of Panjun. ”

With a smile on his face, Wang Quanquan took the lead in walking towards the city, He Wen saw this and hurriedly quickened his pace to keep up, Yan Rongrong, who was only one step behind them, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

……

The three of them walked along the street, although the street is not as prosperous as the capital, it can have the appearance of a prefecture and county, combined with his previous understanding of Nanyang Mansion, it seems that in just three years, Pan Ziqian has indeed done a lot of effort.

Thinking of this, Wang Quanquan suddenly had an inappropriate idea: should the emperor transfer Pan Ziqian to another poor mountain and bad water, so that he can continue to shine?

Walking on the street of Nanyangfu, there are many restaurants and people are brightly dressed.

Many people on the road will take the initiative to greet He Wen when they see him, unlike other places at all, the people see the officials like rats and cats, and even a few ladies said that they would help the son of the He Futai family introduce their daughters-in-law, which made He Zhifu at a loss.

Wang Quanquan looked at He Wen who was surrounded in the crowd, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face, loving the people like a son, he would naturally be supported by the people.

He Wen finally got rid of the enthusiastic people and hurried to the king's side to make amends, but the latter waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

Xu saw that the people were living and working in peace and contentment, and He Wen was unconsciously relaxed, and took the initiative to open the conversation:

"Lord, don't look at the people surrounding me, if King Panjun goes out, the scene will be much more spectacular than mine.

King Panjun was born handsome, whether it was a married woman or a girl who had not yet left the cabinet, he would come forward to talk.

The girl naturally has a heart of admiration, and the married woman is thinking about marrying her daughter or niece and nephew to the palace.

If it comes to loving the people like a son, He Mou can only sigh in front of King Panjun. ”

Wang Quanquan smiled and said nothing, from entering the city to the present, this He Zhifu has said all the good things about Pan Ziqian, it seems that Pan Shizi's New Year's friend is really a gentleman who is consistent on the outside.

"This is Xiaguan's mansion, I don't know if King Panjun is still there."

The three of them came to a house, and He Wen made a gesture of invitation to the king.

Wang Quanquan smiled and said:

"Guests are as they please, Lord He invites them first."

He Wen couldn't refuse, so he was half a step ahead of the royal authority and crossed the threshold of the mansion.

Everyone in the world is a high-ranking mansion, and the threshold of many officials in Beijing is even high enough to kill a person, but at present, this He Zhifu is just the opposite.

From the outside, his mansion looks no different from an ordinary house, and it doesn't look as grand as an ordinary big family. The stone lions on both sides of the threshold are also small and pitiful, I don't know who thinks that the stone pier is left outside, and the height of the threshold is even a child's can easily cross, if it is not for a plaque of "He Fu", who can know that this is the mansion of the dignified house.

"you, you're here, hurry up and make tea."

As soon as He Wen entered the door, he shouted into the inner room.

After shouting, he didn't forget to smile at the king's authority, and said slightly apologetically:

"The place is a little small, and I have wronged the prince."

Wang Quanquan shook the paper fan lightly, looking at this small courtyard, looking at this size, there should be no need to hire people.

"Master, you're back."

A plainly dressed woman came out of the back room.

"This is Uchiko, this is ......"

As soon as He Wen was about to introduce, he was directly taken over by Wang Quanquan:

"I have seen Mrs. He, whose surname is Wang, and her family has been in business for generations."

He Wen knew that the other party was afraid that revealing his true identity would disturb his mother-in-law, so he smiled kindly and followed his words:

"Why don't you help Wang Gongzi make tea."

"Hey, Wang Gongzi will sit down and wait for a while."

After Mrs. He finished speaking, she walked out of the house.

"Lord Wang, please inside."

"Ho, please."

……

In the courtyard of the He family, a young man was sitting on a stone bench drinking tea with a book in his hand, and when he saw the highlights, the young man couldn't help but put away the paper fan and applauded:

"Haha, what a sword saint slashes the saint, and the white clothes kill the white clothes!"

"What kind of article can make Brother Pan so applauded?"

Suddenly, a joking voice came from behind the shadow wall, and the young man stayed on the spot when he heard this, and the precious folding fan inscribed by the famous artist in his hand also fell to the ground with a "snap".

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