The reward banquet did not last long, and it dispersed in less than three minutes, because Shen Shiyuan Fei Daojun wanted to meditate and cultivate internally, and he could not be delayed.

Declined the emperor's invitation to meditate together and comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Yongfeng prepared to leave the palace and go home together.

As soon as he was at the gate of the palace, the coachman came to report with a bitter face that there was something wrong with the horse, and it seemed that he had eaten a bad stomach, and now he could not pull the cart, and he had to change to a new horse.

Zhu Wenyan, who was one step behind them, just heard the coachman's words, so he raised his hand and beckoned: "General Zhong, Mu Xiangu, if you don't mind, I'll give you a ride." ”

His carriage was parked right next to them, and the two horses were fat and snorting, and pulling three adults was no problem at all.

They are all old acquaintances, so the two of them are respectful and obedient, and thank them for the carriage of the Zhufu.

If it was usual, Zhu Wenyan would definitely abide by the etiquette and not share the car with women, but today he had something to say to Jiang Fuyuan, and with Zhong Yifeng present, he was not a lonely man and a widow, so he didn't care about these details.

After the three of them sat down, Zhu Wenyan's gaze fell directly on the wooden box in Jiang Fuyuan's hand.

"This is the fifty thousand taels of silver that the Dao Palace Palace Master lost to you, right?"

Jiang Fuyuan nodded, and shook his head again: "More than fifty thousand taels." ”

With that, she placed the wooden box on her lap and opened it, revealing a thick stack of silver tickets.

She didn't shy away from Zhu Wenyan, and after counting it on the spot, she said: "Eighty thousand taels, that guy is really a rich man." ”

Zhu Wenyan sighed when he heard this: "It's just a rat." ”

With regret in his eyes, he pointed to the wooden box and said: "A Taoist priest can easily afford 80,000 yuan in gambling money, but the household department can't allocate 80,000 taels to buy winter grain and grass for the soldiers fighting in Vietnam. ”

Zhong Yongfeng frowned: "I heard His Highness mention that the treasury is tight, has it been tightened like this?" ”

Zhu Wenyan nodded: "Yes, the little grain in the treasury has been emptied by the Shuo rats of the Dao Palace." ”

"At the beginning of the year, they said that they were cultivating the Taoist temple and spending the next quarter, but in the next quarter, they had to repair the Dharma altar and hold a sacrifice to the heavens, and the money from the budget to the Taoist Palace would have been used up long ago."

"Yin eats grain, and when there is no food behind him, his hand reaches out to the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Households, and even the Ministry of War."

Zhu Wenyan chattered, his eyes kept glancing at Jiang Fuyuan.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned, opened the silver ticket with his onion white jade fingers, counted out 30,000 taels and stuffed it into Zhu Wenyan's hand.

Zhu Wenyan was stunned: "I didn't mean that......"

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him and whispered to Zhong Yifeng, "Does he want it all?" Do you point to these 80,000 taels to buy grain and grass? ”

Before Zhong Yongfeng could answer, she said to herself again: "That's it, I can't give the dirty money of stinky rats to the cubs, it will damage yin morality." ”

After speaking, she stuffed the remaining silver ticket and the wooden box to Zhu Wenyan: "It's all for you." ”

Zhu Wenyan: ......

"That's not what I meant." He paused, and there was a hint of request in his voice, "The mana that Mu Xiangu displayed in front of His Majesty today is obvious to all, and I would like to ask Mu Xiangu to consider it carefully, and don't go along with the Dao Palace......

Looking at the emperor's attitude towards Jiang Fuyuan, if Jiang Fuyuan stood on the side of the Dao Palace, then they would have no chance of winning at all.

They needed to fight to get Jiang Fukite on their side before the Dao Palace.

He eagerly looked forward to Jiang Fuyuan's answer, but he didn't expect Jiang Fuyuan to be surprised: "You actually believe what the ghosts and gods say?" ”

Zhu Wenyan: ?

Is this the point?

He smiled bitterly: "The second prince is right, if it can be beneficial to the people, what does it matter if I believe in ghosts and gods." ”

Jiang Fuyuan snorted, Zhu Wenyan is indeed a standard literati, all his behaviors are based on the four sentences of Hengqu as the criterion, for the heaven and earth, for the people, for the saints to continue learning, for the eternal peace.

She looked at Zhu Wenyan again at this moment, and there was a trace of admiration in her heart.

Jiang Fuyuan nodded lightly in his eager gaze: "I will never be with those stinky rats." ”

After thinking about it, she added, "If necessary, I can still kill rats." ”

Anyway, there is a steamed bun with an excellent appetite at home, and eating a few mice is not a problem at all.

With her assurance, Zhu Wenyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and solemnly stood up to thank him with literati etiquette.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and Zhu Wenyan, who was halfway bent over, almost stabbed himself to the ground, but fortunately, Zhong Jifeng was quick and helped him.

He was about to ask the coachman what was going on, when the coachman's voice sounded first: "Master, there is someone blocking the road ahead!" ”

The three of them lifted the curtain and saw a thin young man driving a carriage about the size of them not far in front of the carriage, blocking their way.

Zhu Wenyan recognized the person and raised his voice: "Ding Shaoqing is going over?" Let's step aside. ”

Then he motioned to the coachman to pull over the carriage to the side of the road, and let the young man pass first.

Ding Zhaoliu jumped up, jumped out of the carriage and walked towards them, walked to the front of the carriage and arched his hand: "Lord Zhu, may I ask if Mu Xiangu is in your car?" ”

Zhu Wenyan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Yifeng in the car.

Seeing his movements, Ding Zhaoliu was even more sure of his guess, and raised his voice: "I heard the guards at the palace gate say that Mu Xiangu got into Lord Zhu's carriage, so she must be in the carriage now, right?" ”

His voice was even louder: "Mu Xiangu, Ding Zhaoliu, the young secretary of Dali Temple, asks to see you." ”

Jiang Fuyuan had never been stopped by anyone to ask to see her, and he was curious: "Are you looking for me?" ”

Seeing the face that was specially engraved into his mind not long ago, Ding Zhaoliu's voice was filled with joy: "Yes, I heard that there was a little problem with the carriage of the fairy aunt, and it happened that my carriage was idle, so I wanted to send the fairy aunt home." ”

"No need." Jiang Fuyuan pointed at Zhu Wenyan, "It's the same for me to take Lord Zhu's carriage." ”

She didn't understand Ding Zhaoliu's words, but Zhu Wenyan, who had lived in officialdom for a long time, understood.

Ding Zhaoliu has something to ask Jiang Fu Kite, but it's not good to talk about it outside, so he wants to take the opportunity to send someone home and tell him in private.

I'm afraid that Jiang Fuyi's carriage will have a problem, and it has something to do with him.

Ding Zhaoliu, who was caught off guard and was rejected, had a smile on his face, and couldn't think of a better excuse to let Jiang Fuyuan get into his carriage for a while.

He was secretly anxious in his heart, he couldn't let Xian Gu get into his carriage, he couldn't be alone with Xian Gu, he couldn't be alone with Xian Gu, he couldn't tell Xian Gu about that......

Zhu Wenyan observed his expression for a while, took a step back and whispered to Zhong Yongfeng: "General Zhong, the position of Dali Temple has always wavered, the second prince and the Dao Palace are all fighting for their support, and Ding Zhaoliu is quite able to speak in Dali Temple......"

The implication is that he hopes to take this opportunity to win Ding Zhaoliu's side.

Zhong Yongfeng also understood that the power of Dali Temple played a pivotal role in the court game, but if Jiang Fuyuan didn't want to be involved with Ding Zhaoliu......

He was silent for a moment and decided to give the choice to Jiang Fuyuan.

"Little Phoenix ......"

As soon as he called, Jiang Fuyuan turned around and took his hand and said, "It's okay, let's go and see what he wants to do." ”

Zhu Wenyan's careful thinking is quite obvious, the carriage is so big, it is useless for him to whisper, his words seem to be said to Zhong Yongfeng, but they are actually said to Jiang Fuyuan.

Whose car is not to sit, what if they sit in Ding Zhaoliu's car.

Seeing Jiang Fuyuan get down from the carriage of the Zhu family, Ding Zhaoliu's face was overjoyed, and then he saw that Zhong Yongfeng also came down, and his joy froze again.

When they both got into his carriage, he was stupid.

Ding Zhaoliu looked at the hands of the two of them, and asked in a daze, "...... you two Can the fairy girl still move seven emotions and six desires? ”

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyelids: "I can't imagine it, the fairy aunt can still have children." ”

Ding Zhaoliu: ......

(End of chapter)