The new assassin of Anzhou has been in office for less than a month, and three fires have been fired in a row.

The first two were used by him to burn others with great ambition, and the third one was a real open flame, which pushed the already difficult Xie'an people's livelihood to a dead end.

After the fire was extinguished, the hard-working Song Mao couldn't hold back after all, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he couldn't afford to get sick and lay in bed for half a month.

The officials who were at odds with the Liu Party in the court naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and the excerpts were generally handed to the desk of the Son of Heaven, and Wang Zhaoqi had no choice but to transfer Song Mao back to the capital with a holy order.

In the heavy snow in Xie'an Town, the young man who had not yet recovered was pale, wrapped in a cloak, standing in the wind and snow, and said softly:

"Brother Hyun Jae, what did I do wrong?"

"Huijun, you didn't do anything wrong, you just underestimated people's hearts."

Song Mao let out a series of violent coughs, and the attendant next to him hurriedly handed over the water bladder, and the young man gently pushed it away and continued:

"In vain, I have read so many books that I have forgotten the teachings of the sages that 'do not suffer from the few, but suffer from inequality.'"

The candidates who entered the palace to work were indeed decided by him, and those people were both old and young, and it was the result of repeated consideration.

He couldn't explain these things clearly to the people, human nature is selfish, they only care about whether they get it or not.

Guan Changsheng sighed and said:

"Huijun, what are you going to do when you return to Beijing?"

"I didn't think about it, Song Mou's trip was worthy of Liu Gong's cultivation, and he failed His Majesty's expectations, and he was going to be demoted when he went back. But it's okay that I can do the paperwork again, so I don't have to deal with people's hearts. ”

Song Mao's words seemed to be free and easy, but in fact they were full of bitterness, Guan Changsheng wanted to comfort, but after thinking about it, he could only shake his head in the end.

The wind and snow gradually stopped, Song Mao looked at the empty street, turned around and said:

"Brother Xuanzai, send it here, go back and thank the prince for his help on my behalf, and when I have time to come to the capital in the future, you and I will rest as soon as we get drunk."

"Definitely."

Guan Changsheng watched the other party get into the carriage.

……

The carriage was getting farther and farther, and as soon as he turned the corner, an untimely voice sounded behind Confucius:

"This Lord Song is really simple, he was sold and helped count the money."

Guan Changsheng turned around, glanced at the young man, didn't bother to answer him, and the king of Wu, who came with him, looked ahead and said:

"Song Mao is Liu Muqing's protégé, if he hadn't been pushed too much, I didn't want him to leave so embarrassed."

Wang Yijing looked at Guan Changsheng with a hippie smile, "Therefore, it is the most ruthless for a scholar to kill a scholar." ”

The latter was slightly displeased, but he was speechless, the method was indeed what he thought, if he didn't deal with Song Mao, Xie Anzhen would always be under the emperor's nose.

Wang Yijing didn't seem to want to embarrass the other party too much, so he put his hands on his sleeves and said:

"The reason why Song Mao knows how to speak, in the final analysis, is because he is a good official, and good officials are often the easiest to deal with.

Mr. Guan can be regarded as giving him proper decency, don't feel too guilty, even if we don't put this fire, someone will let it go sooner or later, and at that time, I'm afraid it will not be as simple as him Song Mao being held accountable. ”

King Wu nodded and said:

"Dou Mien, Shengmi hatred, the people will be grateful to Hui Ze in the short term, but after a long time, they will only feel that they have not gained enough, and then they will be dissatisfied, and regard the benefactor as an enemy.

Therefore, to govern the world, we should give both grace and power, and we should not blindly please or oppress, so as to educate all the people. ”

In the way of governing the country, Wang Yijing has never understood much, he was born in the border pass and grew up in the border pass, since he was a child, he has been exposed to the desert sky and the sunset and lonely smoke, and he has always disdained the game in the court.

Compared with the vast world, the kind of trick of living in a corner and playing with people's hearts and tricks is like a child's fight, but this kind of fight can cost people's lives.

Guan Changsheng cleaned up his mood, as a strategist, it is understandable for him to give advice, even if he does something against his will, it is also his duty.

Thinking of this, the young man was relieved a lot, but Wang Yijing seemed to be deliberately against him, squatted down and said to himself:

"It's better to study, Mr. Guan's clever plan is not only to punish the heart, but also to love the people like a son's kindness, it is estimated that from now on, Lord Song will no longer dare to be a parent official."

When Wang Yijing said this, there was a smile in his eyes, obviously he was teasing the other party, but Guan Changsheng didn't know, and his slightly better mood became depressed again.

……

Half a moon ago, late at night.

In the beggar's nest, there are many fewer people sleeping here than a few days ago, but the smell is still not good.

As they approached, the few people who were sleeping soundly in the corner suddenly opened their eyes, looked at each other, and got up and walked out.

Wang Yijing, who was in the center of the crowd, also sat up at this time, and just wanted to go out quietly, when his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

The woman next to her was blind, but her ears were excellent, and she stared at the young man with two gray eyes, and after getting along for a while, she had become dependent on men.

Wang Yijing gently shook the other party's slightly cool hands, and said in a low voice:

"I'll go out to deal with some things, and I'll be back in a while, so you can sleep in peace."

The woman was worried, but she still nodded, she was blind and knew that there were some things that could not be asked.

Wang Yijing walked out of the shack, slapped his cheek with a cold palm, and then his eyes became firm, and he took a breath, easily jumped onto the roof, and ran northwest.

……

On the streets of the town, Song Mao drove out of the town in a horse-drawn carriage.

Unlike when he first came, the way back seemed particularly lonely, and it was false to say that he was not desolate.

He sighed, lowered the curtains, closed his eyes slightly, and intended to take a good rest, when the carriage stopped, and did not move for a long time.

Song Mao was puzzled, opened the curtain, and the scene in front of him made him stunned on the spot.

I saw that the streets outside the carriage were full of people, dressed in tatters, and crowded around the carriage.

The leader was a blind girl, who walked slowly to the carriage with a pot of wine, and said softly:

"Thank you Lord Song for saving your life, and please drink the practice wine before you go on the road."

Seeing this, the driving entourage said:

"The adults in my family have internal diseases, and it is inconvenient to drink, so the girl is kind and agreeable."

"Xiang Wen, bring the wine."

"Adult ......"

"Bring it."

"Yes."

The wine was sent to Song Mao, he lifted the jar, raised his head and drank it without hesitation, his movements were bold, not at all like a scholar.

"Good wine!"

The man wiped his mouth and exclaimed, the altar was just a few pounds of inferior wine on the side of the road, but in his mouth, he drank the feeling of elixir and jade liquid.

The spicy wine was in his stomach, and his cold body was suddenly warmed, and he took off his cloak and asked his entourage to hand it to the woman, bowed his hand to everyone, and returned to the car laughing.

The carriage rolled away with the wind and snow, and the people watched the young official until he disappeared.

"You arranged it?" Guan Changsheng asked the young man.

Wang Yijing held the same wine jar in his hand, and said with a smile:

"It's not all, not everyone is a white-eyed wolf, and there are still many people who miss Song Tingshi's kindness."

The young man took a sip from the jar, handed it to the other party, and said:

"You can also warm up, I'll pick up Yingniang."

After saying that, he trotted all the way towards the distance.

Guan Changsheng looked at the other party's back and muttered suspiciously:

"This kid doesn't really want to marry that girl, does he?"

After saying that, he shook his head with a smile, picked up the wine jar and drank it alone.

In the carriage, Song Mao seemed to be a little drunk, leaning against the corner with the wine jar in his hand, his eyes closed and snoring faintly.

…… (End of chapter)