A table of dishes Wang Quanquan didn't eat much, but was made by the old Confucian who met in Pingshui.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Wang Quanquan directly found a nearby inn, but he didn't expect to meet that guy here again.

This time, the old man did not eat and drink as ungracefully as before, but was helped by a little scholar next to him to pay the silver, and Wang Quanquan glanced at it, and the money bag was quite bulging.

The other party obviously noticed him as well, and hurriedly beckoned to this side:

"Thanks to the little brother's care just now, the child is greedy for fun, and even the money bag is gone, and now the old man is rich, I will ask for the room fee."

Wang Quanquan smiled slightly, but did not refuse, but the little boy seemed to be reluctant, looking like a miser, and picked out the smallest piece of broken silver for a long time and handed it to the innkeeper.

"Little boy, this money is enough to live in the stable."

The man pinched the silver and said, the old Confucian smiled awkwardly when he saw this, and whispered a few words to the little scholar, who reluctantly took out a slightly larger piece of silver.

……

The rooms of the two were connected, and at night, while the king was meditating, there was a knock on the door, and he knew who was coming without the need for spiritual inquiry.

The door was pushed open, and an old man walked in with a pot of soju in his hand, and behind him was a man with a food plate.

When the man bent down to put the meal, Wang Quanquan saw the child who was blocked behind him.

The old Confucian searched for himself, and he was a rare generous scholar elsewhere, not only bought him a robe, but also hung a piece of jade around his waist that could be at least worth a hundred taels, which was much stronger than the piece of Wang Quanquan's bath.

The little scholar was frowning and staring at Wang Quanquan at this time, obviously thinking that it was a waste to invite such a person to dinner in the middle of the night, and the old Confucian smiled and said:

"Tong'er, money is something outside the body, how can you achieve great things in the future if you cherish money so much at a young age?"

After saying that, the king smiled apologetically and sat down at the table.

Wang Quanquan didn't have the heart to be angry with a hairy child, and sat directly opposite the old man, and now his impression of him has changed a lot, whether he has real talent and real learning will be put aside for the time being, at least he is not a master who eats for nothing.

The old Confucian who had eaten with the young man in front of him had probably figured out the temper of the other party, and this time he did not inquire into private affairs, but first poured a glass of wine for each of them, and then picked up a chicken leg and handed it to the little boy on the side.

The little scholar took the chicken leg and gnawed it unceremoniously in line with the principle that if you don't eat it, it will be cheaper for outsiders.

Although Wang Quanquan is not a talkative person, he is not a person of few words, but since Qingxing's death, he has become more and more silent, treating acquaintances well, and for those strangers who meet for the first time, it is difficult to talk to others without skin and face like before, so it is inevitable that there will be less words during the banquet.

In the middle of the night, the two drank a pot of wine, and the conversation box was opened.

The old man drank the last sip of wine at the bottom of the cup, and then instructed the little scholar to the side:

"Boy, go get the pot of wine again."

"Sir, there's not much money."

The little scholar subconsciously covered the money bag, and Wang Quanquan glanced at it, and it was indeed a little more deflated than when he first entered the store.

The old Confucian shook the flask and said:

"We're almost at the end of the city, it's useless for you to keep so much silver, Li Shixian has a good saying, when you have a thousand cups of wine, you will come back when your daughter is gone."

"Sir, you mispronounced, and the first half of the sentence was not said by Li Shixian."

The child hurriedly reminded in a low voice, for fear of saving his husband's face.

The old Confucian scratched his head when he heard this, and said in confusion:

"No, it's so smooth."

After saying that, he immediately reacted, and his eyes glared:

"Don't change the subject, hurry up!"

After the scholar left, the old man looked at Wang Quanquan and said with a little embarrassment:

"Tong'er is not sensible, so that Brother Zhao laughs."

Wang Quanquan smiled slightly, he was "laughing" just now, but not to the child, but to this old Confucian student, it seems that the other party is really at the level of half a bottle of vinegar.

"It is said that the first auxiliary minister of Donghan is the same as you and me, both from the Central Plains, and the old man entered Beijing this time, and if he can't keep it, he can get a second auxiliary minister."

The old man stroked his beard and made "bold words".

Wang Quanquan smiled when he heard this:

"Be confident, just squeeze out his position and be the first assistant."

"I love to hear what my brother says, there is a way that I am born to be useful, and my daughter is gone...... Hey? ”

When the old Confucian was scratching his head, the little boy walked in from outside with a pot of wine, and Wang Quanquan took the jug and said:

"Don't think about it so much, it's all in the wine."

"Yes, there is wine today and drunk today."

The old Confucian student doesn't have much knowledge, but his ability to pick up people's teeth and wisdom is a must.

……

The little boy was full of food and drink, and like his husband, he didn't treat himself as an outsider, and fell asleep directly on the bed of Wang Quanquan, while the other two continued to drink cup after cup, chewing the peanuts sent by Xiao Er, while talking about the general trend of Donghan and the Central Plains.

"According to the old man, this Donghan prime minister does have some skills, and he stirs up the storm by himself, and today's Donghan is very different from 20 years ago."

Wang Quanquan nodded and said lightly:

Although the positions are different, there is no doubt about the ability of General Wen to govern the country, and if he is given enough time, he may not be able to return Donghan to a three-hundred-year prosperous era.

However, it is too common for the bird to hide the bow, even if the emperor of Donghan is generous, he will not let the minister of power cover the sky with one hand, even if Chu Buxiu does not do anything in the relationship between the monarch and the minister, the new king will be the first to take him after he ascends the throne.

Since ancient times, there have been many emperors who have died in their lives, and there are only a handful of heroes who have retreated. ”

"Xiaoyou is right, even if the old man can only temporarily condescend to the second auxiliary minister, as long as he survives until the new king ascends the throne, the position of the first auxiliary is still in the bag?"

The corners of Wang Quanquan's mouth twitched, and he raised his wine glass, "I wish you success." ”

The old man raised his glass and touched it, "Borrow the auspicious words of the little friend." ”

……

Before dawn, the king continued to set off, one man and one horse, and went to the capital alone.

Until now, the mysterious Donghan white-clothed strategist has not sent troops to intercept and kill him, and it seems that he wants to have a decisive battle in Beijing.

Wang Quanquan had been running for nearly a morning, and finally for the first time, there was a person blocking the way, a female monk in white clothes.

Wang Quanquan strangled the white horse, looking at it suspiciously, the female monk looked only in her early thirties, although she was beautiful, but she had a solemn bearing, but people couldn't afford to have dirty thoughts.

But the royal authority is obviously not in the category of "people", and he couldn't help but slander: "It's the type that my father likes." ”

The female monk seemed to notice the other party's lewd thoughts, her brows furrowed slightly, and she was slightly displeased, Wang Quanquan has always been thick-skinned, and she was not embarrassed, and arched her hand:

"This female bodhisattva, dare to ask why you are blocking the way down?"

"You are Zhao Zhiyi?" The female monk said in a cold tone.

Wang Quanquan's face was as usual, and he smiled:

"Exactly down there."

The female monk's right palm is erected and placed on her chest, and her left hand is in the shape of a treasure bottle, holding a Guanyin standing figure.

Wang Quanquan's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw this, although he didn't know the great magical power of the Liberation Gate, but the other party would never be able to chant for himself at this juncture to accumulate blessings, and he could only do it.

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