Chapter 508: Human Affection is Cold

Zhao Gonggong sat quietly in the car and waited, while waiting, he could still hear some passers-by passing by, whispering that some of the people who held a literary meeting for the King of Qi were envious, all of them were envious of the people who could enter the palace of the King of Qi, and they could have a good relationship with the King of Qi, and they might have a bright future in the future.

"The future is immeasurable?" Zhao Gonggong couldn't help but sneer slightly when he heard this.

At this moment, the little eunuch had returned, standing with his hands down, and Gonggong Zhao glanced at it: "Have you checked it out?"

The little eunuch said eloquently: "The little one has let our people take over, and there is almost no discrepancy in the news, here is a list, your old man has seen it." ”

As he spoke, he handed over a list of them, and continued to say: "There are a total of 213 people who participated in the Qi Wangwen Conference, and 33 of them are all famous in Beijing, and most of them are famous for their qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. Among the remaining 180 people, 60 are poor students, but they are all good at learning, and they have a good chance of being on the list in the next subject. One hundred and twenty people, either the children of foreign eunuchs or the children of local eunuchs, even if they are not famous, they also have roots. ”

"When our people went in, some people rushed over one after another, because they only sent people to give gifts, not to participate in the cultural meeting, and the small ones did not go to investigate. ”

"Two hundred and thirty people?" his finger flicked the list with the names and origins of the dense people, and Zhao Gonggong smiled: "Go back to the palace!"

This ox cart went the same way as when it came, because there were too many ox carts parked at the gate of the Qi Palace, no one noticed that this cart had come and gone.

In the palace of King Qi, King Qi only turned around at the beginning of the meeting, accepted a group of compliments, and directly asked his staff to help him entertain, and he returned to the top position, drank wine, watched the singing and dancing in the field, and was in a very good mood.

At this time, a staff member named Sun Bolan came in with a smile and came straight to King Qi's side.

Seeing that it was him, King Qi, who was already in a good mood, beckoned to come close and speak.

"But have you heard about the situation of the Daihou Wenhui?" asked King Qi.

Sun Bolan was born handsome, with a long face, clear eyebrows and eyes, a thirty-year-old man with a white face and a short beard, a long body, and a Confucian robe, which made him look very stylish.

Few powerful nobles are not embarrassed, and King Qi is no exception, besides, this Sun Bolan not only looks elegant, but also very interesting, very good at doing things, and even better at talking, less than two months after he came in, he has already won the attention of King Qi, and squeezed other staff members down.

Hearing King Qi's question, Sun Bolan's attitude was calm, and he smiled: "Lord, I have already inquired, and even went to see it in person, I am afraid that you don't know that the Marquis did not hold this literary meeting in the mansion, but moved the literary meeting to the painting boat in the river! Presumably he knew that this literary meeting was held in Beijing, and compared with our mansion, it would be compared to the dust, and it would be even more embarrassing." ”

"Before, didn't you already give an order to let the people who have made friends with us in Beijing not be allowed to go? Sure enough, there is really no talent in the capital who goes to the Wenhui, and the only talent who goes is still in the remote barbarian land has some talents who have just arrived in Beijing, and they must not know that you have a cultural meeting, so they will accept the invitation. ”

"Not only that, but all the people who went were counted, there were only a few dozen, not even fifty people, compared with our Wenhui in the Qi Palace, the number of people here alone far exceeded him several times, and the Daihou lost a lot of face this time!"

Uncle Sun said it vividly, and after King Qi heard it, his face looked even better, and he laughed: "Good, good!"

Apparently in a good mood.

"Alas!" At a table not far away, Wen Xunpeng, who was sitting and drinking, had sharp ears, although King Qi didn't speak very loudly, but he also heard a few words, looking at the lively scene in front of him, he wanted to say something, but thinking that he had been treated coldly in recent days, he sighed again, shut up, and just drank cold wine.

Staff like them were all three or two people drinking together, but there was no one around him, and it was extremely deserted.

"Ouch, why is Brother Wen drinking alone, but he's in a bad mood?"

As soon as Wen Xunpeng turned his head, he saw that it was no one else, it was really Sun Bolan, who was still laughing with King Qi just now.

Wen Xunpeng tugged at the corners of his mouth: "I don't dare to admit this, the prince held a literary meeting today, how could I be in a bad mood?"

"That's right! The prince used to be very serious to Brother Wen, even if you were a little cold, you shouldn't be unhappy, right? If you are happy, you must drink this glass of wine from Sun Moujing! Otherwise, you will have a grudge!" With that, Sun Bolan raised his glass, gestured to Wen Xunpeng, and took a sip.

Under his persecution, Wen Xunpeng could only frown slightly, filled himself with a glass of wine, and drank it.

Sun Bolan said again: "Although Sun Mou has just come to the palace, but thanks to the prince's kindness, he had to occupy Brother Wen's courtyard and let you move elsewhere and squeeze together with the slaves, this is really not Sun's original intention, Sun's cup is regarded as reparation, Brother Wen, you must drink it!"

This was followed by another cup.

Wen Xunpeng was already in a bad mood, and was deliberately poked in the sore spot by Sun Bolan, and then forced to drink a glass of cold wine, and suddenly all his internal organs were churning.

After being persuaded to drink a few glasses of wine for various reasons, Sun Bolan is in good spirits on happy occasions, but he was already full of sorrow, and now he is even more drunk.

“...... Vomit!" Before the last glass of wine was drunk, Wen Xunpeng's face turned pale, covered his mouth, and hurriedly left the table and walked towards the remote place.

When I arrived at a place where there were few people, I threw it out.

Some servants passing by, when they saw that the person who drank like this was Mr. Wen, who had been treated coldly recently, they all frowned and avoided it.

Wen Xunpeng vomited for a while before he straightened up, his expression ugly and staggered towards the courtyard where he lived.

"It's a pity that I have followed the prince for so long, but I was so bullied by a new villain. ”

"It's that I have made suggestions these few times, and I have no great merit, but after all, the strategy is correct, there is no merit, and there should be hard work. ”

"The prince really let me move the courtyard, make room for that villain, and let me live in a courtyard with the servants, which is still the prince I once thought was the lord of the Ming Lord?"

He followed the prince and gave advice so many times, at least six or seven times out of ten times he could help the prince, and most of the remaining failures were caused by external factors, rather than wrong strategies.

If you are not a god, you naturally can't do everything in advance, but looking at the entire capital, how many of the kings' staff can really do everything under control, and there will be no mistakes?

It's just a few mistakes, and he knocked himself off the clouds and let a new villain humiliate him, such a person, if you don't assist!

"But if you resign, you have to find a time. ”

Although Wen Xunpeng had already given birth, he couldn't help but ponder when he thought that he had been with the King of Qi for a long time and knew a lot of secrets, and his resignation might not be allowed, and maybe it would lead to death.