"Xu, Xu Yingong?"

Wang Simu's eyes widened, suspecting that he had misheard.

Just now it was indeed the voice of the old brother, Xu Qi'an.

Framed glanced sideways at the dog minion and said in surprise: "Brother and daughter-in-law?"

Wang Simu is Erlang's little concubine......... Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "Miss Simu and Erlang are in love, and it is only a matter of time before a lover eventually becomes a family." ”

Wang Simu "spit", ashamed, angry and sweet, from Xu Yingong's words, it can be seen that the Xu family is quite satisfied with her.

And her father has never explicitly prevented her from dating Xu Erlang, and even acquiesced, otherwise, when she came back from Xu's Mansion that day, her father would not have specifically inquired about Xu's situation.

Ah, isn't this kissing and kissing? The mounting was suddenly happy, and the peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons.

Xu Qi'an went straight to the point and said, "Miss Simu, I want to see Wang Shoufu, by the way, I just came in and saw the next person packing up things, why is this?"

Wang Simu hesitated slightly, and said in a low voice: "Father may have to resign!"

Xu Qi'an frowned, and his first reaction was that after the death of Duke Wei, Emperor Yuan Jing cleaned the situation in the court and balanced the party forces, so he wanted to oust Wang Shoufu from power.

But in the past few days, Yuan Jing has been trying to discredit Duke Wei and make a final conclusion for this battle, so he shouldn't have time to engage Wang Shoufu.

Is it too early to resign at this time?

Or Wang Shoufu knew that his career was coming to an end, so he simply resigned early, and he could get a good ending.

"Xu Yinluo, what's the matter with my father?" Wang Simu's eyes were soft and she stared at him.

"Call the silver gong and you'll see the outside, call the big brother. Xu Qi'an diverted the topic.

He came to Wang Shoufu to ask for help.

Wang Simu had nothing to do with this kind of unserious man, and said helplessly: "I'll lead you over." ”

She made a gesture of please.

Xu Qi'an and Lin'an followed her, all the way through the corridor and courtyard, and walked to the depths of the palace.

Wang Simu wore a light pink gown, knee-length, and a pleated long skirt underneath. While walking? The skirt and gown swayed, soft and elegant.

Xu Qi'an looked at it, this brother and daughter-in-law are tall? What is the best hip-waist-to-shoulder ratio? The posture is also good? Coupled with the daughter of the first assistant, she and Xu Erlang are a match made in heaven.

The only bad part? Smart and with a strong personality? The status is noble, and such women are generally very possessive.

It will be difficult for Erlang to take a concubine in the future.

But okay, good man? It should be a couple for the rest of your life.

Xu Qi'an agrees with this truth? And feel that he is such a good man.

Seeing that you are about to come to Wang Shoufu's study? Xu Qi'an suddenly said, "I'll go to the toilet." ”

Got into the latrine? Take out a page of Qi-Seeming paper? Burndown? Two clear rays of light burst out of his eyes, then slowly converged.

When he returned, Lin'an and Wang Simu were nowhere to be found, and only one of his subordinates was waiting in place.

Seeing Xu Qi'an returning, the villain came up? Congratulations:

"Miss asked me to wait here? Said that she and Lin'an went to the boudoir to play? Can you go in on your own? She has informed the master. ”

The relationship is good, it's good, there is Wang Simu, the younger brother and daughter-in-law, to give advice? Framed is not afraid of being bullied........... Xu Qi'an bowed, walked to the study, and knocked on the door.

"Come in. ”

Wang Zhenwen's mellow and gentle voice came from the study.

Xu Qi'an gently pushed open the door to the door, the study room with excellent lighting was spacious and elegant, and after the big wooden case of Huanghuali, Wang Shoufu sat silently, his cloudy and tired eyes, his calm and serious expression....... All kinds of details show that the old man is in extremely poor condition.

"I heard Miss Simu say that Lord Shoufu is ready to resign?" Xu Qi'an said with a smile.

"I know I can't hide it from her!"

Wang Shoufu smiled helplessly: "Tomorrow's court meeting, I will beg for bones, according to the rules, he will symbolically keep a few times, and then allow me to return to my hometown." ”

"Do you want to resign?"

Xu Qi'an stared at him.

Wang Shoufu nodded: "Yes." ”

The feedback given by the Wangqi technique is true, and he has never lied, Lord Shousuke is retreating bravely.......... Xu Qi'an still asked:

"Why?"

After seeing the second uncle, the page of Wangqi was to find the great Confucian Zhang Shen to come, and he didn't ask for other spells, and the spells of the fourth grade and below the fourth grade would not have any effect at all for a second grade of the Daomen.

The four grades of the Daomen Golden Pill will be able to avoid the invasion of all laws, not to mention the second grade.

As for Dean Zhao Shou, that Confucian spell book was his only inventory, and it had already been consumed by Xu Qi'an, and he couldn't take out anything else.

If you have to record it, you can record the spells of the Confucian system, but the words of the third-grade Confucian, Xu Qi'an didn't dare to use it, and if you use it, it may not be able to kill the second-grade Zhende, but it will definitely make him die.

is like him, and after two trips to the Ghost Gate, he has a little shadow in his heart about the Confucian braggadocio Dafa.

"If you are powerless to change, it is better to resign. Wang Shoufu said lightly.

"It's just because of Gong Wei, I'm afraid it's more than that. Xu Qi'an frowned.

Wang Shoufu hesitated slightly, shook his head and said:

"There's something else in there, you don't have to know, it's not good for you. The old man was already disheartened and didn't want to stay in the court for a long time, but unfortunately the country passed down by his ancestors was going to die in that faint .........."

Wang Shoufu resolutely shut up.

Of course, his resignation is not just because of Wei Yuan's affairs, the current saint is not a son of man, and the current prison is a cold bystander, although he is a very human minister, he is just a scholar, what can he do?

In vain!

In this case, this court will not wait.

It's just these secrets, Xu Qi'an, a small four-grade martial artist, doesn't need to know, he knows too much, but suffers from it.

Wang Shoufu picked up the tea in frustration, took a sip of hot tea, and warmed his heart.

"Do you know that the food cut was manipulated by Yuan Jing?" Xu Qi'an said tentatively.

"Ahem......."

Wang Shoufu choked in surprise and coughed violently, this sip of tea didn't warm his heart, and his mouth burned.

"You know that, too?"

Shousuke-sama looked at him in shock.

"I'm here to ask Shousuke-sama for a favor!"

Xu Qi'an's eyes were filled with qi and stared at him intently.

...........

It wasn't until dusk that Xu Qi'an left the palace with Lin'an.

After sending the two away, Wang Simu walked straight to the study, and the bright candlelight came through the papier-mâché lattice door.

Knock knock!

She raised her hand, and her slender fingers snapped twice.

"Come in!"

Wang Zhenwen's voice came.

Wang Simu pushed open the door, smelled the smell of burning pages, and looked sideways, his father Wang Zhenwen was sitting at the round table, with a stack of books, a few paintings, and a few ink treasures resting on his lap, and he was throwing them into the brazier at his feet one by one.

"Dad, what are you burning?"

Wang Simulian stepped closer to the past.

"Burn something that was written in the ignorance of youth. ”

Wang Zhenwen lowered his head and stared at the firelight devouring the paper, and his eyes seemed to have a firelight jumping.

"Dad, I'll help you. ”

Wang Simu sat down beside him, couldn't help but say, picked up a piece of calligraphy, unfolded it, and said in amazement:

"This, this is a poem written by you before, Dad, and Your Majesty praised your poetry for being amazing. ”

Wang Zhenwen's poems are very good, he often mixed in poetry clubs when he was young, and for most of his life, he also had a few good poems that he was very proud of.

This is a poem about the seven laws of loyalty, written in the heart.

After being praised by Yuanjing, Wang Zhenwen was very proud, framed and hung on the wall, and hung it for nearly 30 years.

"Burn it. ”

Wang Zhenwen snatched the poem from her daughter's hand and threw it into the brazier, and the flames instantly rose, devouring this ink treasure that was older than Wang Simu.

Wang Simu was in a hurry, turned his head to look at his father, and was stunned.

Wang Zhenwen was in tears.

"Daddy?"

Wang Simu said in a trembling voice.

Since she was a child, she has never seen her father cry, and for a while she only felt that the sky had fallen.

Wang Zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier and said in a low voice: "Dad and Wei Yuan have fought for most of their lives, and they have won and lost. Dad has nothing to blame for his character, to be honest, I admire it very much!

What Dad doesn't agree with is his concept of governing the world, which is too domineering and unsentimental. Officialdom is not for one person, it is for a group of people. Only by winning over a group of people can we suppress a group of people. So how do you win people over? If you want people to listen to you, you have to feed them.

"It doesn't matter if you are corrupt, you just need to do things. Only the Qing officials who talk about it mislead the country and the people, and there are too few officials who can do things, but they are upright and upright, and they cannot be counted on these few to govern the country.

"Wei Yuan is such a rarity, he can endure small greed, but he can't bear big greed. He can endure small evils, but he can't endure big evils. A few years ago, he wanted to rectify the atmosphere of the officials, and I pushed him back, this is not nonsense, if you want to rectify the people below, you must first clean up the people above.

"But the people on it can't be cleaned, Simu, do you know why?"

Wang Simu pursed his lips and said tentatively, "Your Majesty?"

Wang Zhenwen didn't nod, didn't shake his head, and sighed: "Now that Wei Yuan has died in battle, a person who has dedicated most of his life to Dafeng, but His Majesty is not even willing to give his posthumous name, so he is a little affectionate."

"But Dad burned these today, not because he was unkind, but because he was the most ruthless emperor, sitting in that position, no matter how ruthless he was, it was no problem. There will be no shortage of people like Wei Yuan in the history books, there have been before, and there will be more in the future.

"Dad's sad thing is that my father can't do anything, more than 80,000 soldiers sacrificed their lives for Dafeng, leaving more than 80,000 orphans and widows.........

Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand, staring at the thick callus born from holding the pen all year round, exhausted:

"After holding the pen for decades, he can't even hold a knife, and he can't bear to see him destroy the 600-year-old foundation of his ancestors, but he can't do anything. In ordinary times, there is no military power in his hands, and all the power is given by the emperor, and he can take it back at any time. Useless is a scholar, useless is a scholar.

"Dad has read the sage books all his life, and the whole article is loyal to the monarch and loyal to the monarch, Dad wants to ask Cheng Yasheng, what kind of king is loyal to the mother?"

He suddenly got up and kicked the brazier away, and the spark burst open.

"What a fucking loyalty!"

............

At the end of the day, the sky was bright, and Emperor Yuan Jing was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, wearing a crown with pearls hanging down his head, and his bearing was solemn.

He stood with his hands folded and looked at the towering stargazing tower.

After a long time, he turned around and returned to the dormitory, and the old eunuch was about to follow in, when the majestic and cold voice of Emperor Yuan Jing came from his ears:

"You don't have to come along. ”

The old eunuch stopped.

After entering the dormitory, Emperor Yuan Jing walked on the smooth floor, bowing his head, step by step, as if he was measuring something.

After a dozen steps, he stopped, and Emperor Yuan Jingdi's fingertips slashed his wrist, and blood flowed.

It spends itself on the ground in a twisted, strange formation.

After the formation of the formation, Emperor Yuan Jing took out a transparent bead from his arms, the size of a fist, there was an eyeball in the bead, the pupils were deep, and he looked at Emperor Yuan Jing indifferently.

This is the supreme treasure of the Witch God Cult, sealing one of the eyes of the Witch God.

Contains a hint of the power of the witch god.

Emperor Yuan Jing let go of the bead, it did not fall to the ground, hung in the air, and sprinkled translucent energy.

As soon as these energies fell, they were dyed bright red by the formation formed by Emperor Yuanjing's blood.

Vaguely, Emperor Yuan Jing heard a painful dragon groan coming from the ground, and in the center of the formation, a golden light lit up, and immediately, a golden dragon head slowly poked out.

In the bead, the eyeball suddenly became much deeper, as if it turned into a vortex, producing a huge suction force.

The golden dragon kept shaking its head, trying to resist the suction, and let out a terrible dragon moan that only special people could hear.

"The luck has dissipated until now, and the dragon veins are unstable, but they are still a little closer, and they have to be shaken again. After finalizing Wei Yuan's matter, he immediately announced it to the world and the capital.

"The abuse and resentment of more than three million people in the capital, and the panic of three million people about losing the war, are enough to draw out the spirit of the dragon vein. Wei Yuan, what kind of evil is it for you?"

The corners of Emperor Yuanjing's mouth twitched, Huo Ran turned around and walked outside the palace.

...........

At dawn, it was not dawn.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who were on duty all night, stretched their waists and walked to the gate of the yamen together.

At this point, it was exactly the time of the o'clock, and there were gongs and silver gongs coming in, and along the way, it was strange to see Song Tingfeng's eyes.

Yesterday, the scene of him enduring the humiliation of his crotch is vivid.

Anyway, he is also a person in the God Refining Realm, and he is quite talented, but unfortunately his bones are too soft, no matter how high his cultivation is, he can't be a leader.

In the past, I only felt that he was not stable enough, but now I look at it, it is not a big responsibility at all.

Sensing the gaze of his colleagues around him, Song Tingfeng's eyes dimmed, and he immediately showed a smile full of indifference, maintaining a posture of being a child.

Zhu Guangxiao's eyes were full of sadness.

Originally, he should have experienced a humiliation under his crotch, but it was Song Tingfeng who deliberately played cheap and threw his face on the ground, so that he could avoid Zhu Chengzhu's troubles.

Zhu Guangxiao knows his character, and he would rather die than be humiliated by his crotch.

He is going to get married at the end of the year, start a family, and a better life in the future awaits him, Song Tingfeng didn't want to let his good brother's good life be ruined, so he tore off his dignity and threw it on the ground to be trampled on.

Looking at Song Tingfeng's pretended to be relaxed, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qi'an again, he walked neatly, and after the news of Duke Wei's death was transmitted back to the capital, he was no longer there.

The people of Xu Mansion went to the empty building.

In the future, you will either go incognito, or wander the rivers and lakes.

"If Ning Yan is here, he won't watch you be humiliated. Zhu Guangxiao gritted his teeth and said.

"And then die with me?"

Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "After the death of Duke Wei, the capital will not be able to tolerate him, it is just right to leave, if he doesn't leave, I will drive him away." If you don't leave, you won't be a brother. ”

Zhu Guangxiao grinned: "It's the same." ”

Song Tingfeng suddenly snorted and scolded: "I don't know the address I don't know, alas, I hope there will be a goodbye day in this life." ”

As soon as he walked to the door, he bumped into Zhu Chengzhu, who was wearing a silver gong suit, and bumped into his waist and crotch saber.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao bowed their heads and walked quickly.

"Stop!"

Zhu Chengzhu said coldly, half turned around, looked at the two, and asked, "Yamen Dianmao, where are you two going?"

Damn it! Song Tingfeng scolded secretly, with a flattering smile on his face, nodded and said:

"Zhu Yinluo, the two of us were on duty last night and were about to go back to rest. ”

Zhu Chengzhu was surprised: "You guys were on duty last night, why don't you know about this silver gong." ”

Zhu Guangxiao's eyebrows immediately raised.

The order on duty last night was given by Zhu Chengzhu, Li Yuchun went to prison, and Zhu Chengzhu accepted the two of them "enthusiastically".

Obviously, Zhu Chengzhu deliberately made things difficult for them.

"Yes, yes, maybe we misremembered. Song Tingfeng nodded again and again, groveling: "Let's go back, let's go back." ”

Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach these two guys a lesson, but when he saw that the surname Song was so lowly, he shook his head and smiled.

He called out to the two of them again, and said leisurely: "On duty tonight, I will trouble the two of you, work hard." The two are friends with Xu Qi'an, the hero of Dafeng, and they are both skilled people, and those who can work hard. ”

Is this not to let people rest, to exhaust them to death?

Song Tingfeng's fist clenched several times, and then loosened it, his face twitched slightly, but he didn't dare to offend the other party, and bowed down and said, "Understand, understand." ”

He immediately turned around and took Zhu Guangxiao to the yamen.

Behind him, Zhu Chengzhu sneered: "Waste." ”

Around, the man who longed for Song Tingfeng to fight again was full of disappointment, showing an expression of hatred that iron could not become steel.

They don't have the courage to burn jade, so they expect others to have it, and use other people's sacrifices to satisfy their unwilling and resentful psychology.

At this time, at the entrance of the yamen, there was a "tsk" voice: "What a great official authority, Zhu Yingong." ”