Wang Youling's face was embarrassed, and he realized that Sun Sicheng was really angry, but he was not afraid of crooked shadows, and he didn't feel that he was at fault.

Sun Sicheng glanced at Wang Youling, who bowed his head and was silent, and said, "Are you not convinced?"

Wang Youling replied: "How dare the lower officials not be convinced! It's just that the hands of the Grand Prime Minister Yan Zhong'an are too long, and he just orders food on the table, and he drags his family to bring his mouth over, and the food looks too ugly. ”

Sun Sicheng scolded: "I don't know whether Yan Zhong'an's hand is long or not? Isn't the Son of Heaven clear? Doesn't the Manchu Dynasty know about the civil and military forces? Besides, isn't there a lesson from the past? But how can you be the only one who is willing to be this stupid bird and force your way out!"

Wang Youling was a little unhappy in his heart at the moment, because Sun Sicheng was his top boss and had the grace of knowing and supporting him, so he didn't dare to give him a face. After all, people are also thinking about their own future, and the prime minister Yan Zhong'an is holding a golden seal in his hand and holding the lifeline of the career promotion of officials of all sizes. offended him today, and his career promotion is like a fool's dream, and there is no hope. But I read thousands of books by myself, and the sages taught in the books: do what you know you can't do. Perhaps, this is his life. Simply ruthless, this road went all the way to the dark, and said: "Thank you for your kindness." Not in his position, not in his politics. However, for matters that fall within the scope of my subordinates' responsibilities, even if I am broken, I must still be righteous. ”

Seeing this situation, Sun Sicheng knew that he couldn't persuade this stubborn donkey, so he shook his head with a sigh and said, "Have you forgotten how Wu Shangshu's brother died?"

Wang Youling was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly laughed, and the laughter looked a little sad under the empty city wall. He bowed deeply to Sun Sicheng, the master of the imperial history, then knelt on the ground, and finally stood up straight, straightened his back, and said: "The gentleman would rather die than give in, and he is a model for my generation of scholars to learn, how dare I forget!" After saying that, he bowed deeply to the sky, "Brother Wu, you are not lonely on the road, wait for me." ”

When Sun Sicheng heard this, he was so angry that he could spit out half a bowl of blood, "You are bent on death, and no one can stop you." Lord Wang, Lord Wang, I advise you not to forget that you still have parents, wives and children at home. With that, Sun Sicheng brushed his sleeves and left, so angry that his beard was trembling.

Sun Sicheng sat under the city wall in a daze, he already had the will to die, but when he thought of his children at home, he couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice. The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

After retiring from the dynasty, Wu Xuansheng was secretly summoned to meet by Zhou Shengxian, the son of Dayan.

Zhou Shengxian's eyes were closed, sitting sullenly on the dragon chair, and on the red sandalwood table was the piece submitted by the Imperial History Inspector in the morning. Everyone else was dismissed, and Wu Xuansheng was the only one left in the study.

Zhou Shengxian invited Wu Xuansheng to take a seat, and sighed: "Is it a dereliction of duty that I, the king, have done?"

Wu Xuansheng comforted and replied: "I have done a good job, Your Majesty does not need to blame yourself." ”

Zhou Shengxian shook his head, picked up the piece on the desk, and said self-deprecatingly: "Can I still be regarded as the son of Dayan?" He suppressed his anger, his hand holding the piece was also trembling, and said with a wry smile: "This is already the tenth piece." I'll keep the rest down and leave it there. After speaking, he pointed to the table with his hand, and there was a stack of pieces on the table that were messily put together.

Wu Xuansheng got up and took the piece in Zhou Shengxian's hand, sorted it into the pile of materials on the table, and sorted them out neatly.

"The prime minister has gone too far. The more Zhou Shengxian thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but slap the table and stand up.

Wu Xuansheng motioned to Zhou Shengxian to make a small voice, "Your Majesty, be careful that the wall has ears." ”

"This is the Imperial City, not in the Xianggong Mansion, do you have to be as cautious as a thief?" Zhou Shengxian sneered twice, took two long breaths, and when his mood calmed down, he said slowly: "The people who have problems have all been disposed of." Wu Shangshu, please be relieved. ”

Wu Xuansheng replied, "It's better to be cautious." Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of startling the grass and snakes by doing this?"

"Sooner or later, you have to tear your face. I just wanted to tell him that he was being targeted by me. ”

Wu Xuansheng bowed down and pleaded, "I implore Your Majesty to be patient, not to act recklessly, and to think about the overall situation." ”

Zhou Shengxian asked Wu Xuansheng to get up and said, "Thank you Lord Shangshu for reminding me." I have my own measure, and some of my words are just angry words and whining. ”

Wu Xuansheng said: "Your Majesty can know the priorities. ”

"Wu Shangshu, in this Manchu Dynasty, is there anyone I can trust besides you?"

"Your Majesty is too worried. Wu Xuansheng said with relief.

Zhou Shengxian smiled bitterly, "I didn't worry too much. Earlier this morning, the Imperial Inspector wrote a letter to impeach the Prime Minister, but none of the courtiers dared to stand up and speak. I'm disappointed in that. Zhou Shengxian sighed and said: "How long this throne can sit depends on his mood, I feel that I am really useless......

Wu Xuansheng said: "Your Majesty, don't be discouraged, although the boulder is in the way, if you don't fight to move it away, and choose to sit and wait, it is really a desperate situation." ”

Zhou Shengxian frowned and paced back and forth in the room, and finally stood in front of the window and looked out of the window. I feel like a prison bird, unable to break free from the cage.

"Is everything going on?"

"It's still going on step by step. Wu Xuansheng replied.

Zhou Shengxian didn't seem to hear the reply, stared out the window with a dull gaze, and only hummed after a long time. "I've taken responsibility for you. ”

Wu Xuan bowed down and said, "I will do my best." ”

"Wu Shangshu, let's go back first today. I want to be alone and quiet. ”

Wu Xuansheng glanced at Zhou Shengxian, and the figure by the window was a little gloomy. He stopped talking, and finally slowly exited the study, and gently closed the door.

......

The drunkard old man Song Qixian had just come back from a lap outside, and saw the little fat man sitting in the courtyard in a daze. Song Qixian thought to himself: This fat man has changed his personality today, and he is so quiet. He gently walked behind the little fat man, kicked the fat man with his foot, and asked, "What are you doing sitting here?"

The little fat man glanced back and ignored him.

Song Qixian learned from Ge Fuzi's appearance, and kicked the little fat man lightly with his foot, "What about them?"

"I can't learn well from anyone, but I actually learn from Ge Fuzi. Take your feet away. The fat man looked back, pouted and said, "Mr. Wu went to the court early in the morning and hasn't come back yet." Ge Fuzi was invited to drink and took Song Zhishu away. Zheng Envoy and Gao Fengxiang went out together, and they didn't know what they were going to do. Jian Suzhi locked himself in the room last night and didn't come out. Jingshi is really bored, and I miss Spring and Autumn Academy a little bit......"

"It hasn't come out yet, this kid hasn't made any trouble, right?" Song Qixian first pulled out the gourd's mouth, took a sip of wine, and asked, "Take a look?"

"He's the most mysterious in the whole yard, and I'm too lazy to go!" The little fat man picked up a stone, originally aiming at the spruce tree by the wall, but he lost his head and threw it out of the wall with a "whoosh".

Song Qi didn't say the word "embarrassing" before he came to his lips, but he heard a miserable scream from outside the wall, "Which turtle son doesn't have long eyes?"

Song Qixian gloated and said, "Then I'll go find Jian Shuzhi first." ”

The fat man's face turned pale, and he was a little overwhelmed, this was a hit. Hurriedly said: "Don't go yet, I'll see what the situation is outside." ”

The fat man ran to the wall, began to climb the tree, kicked the little fat leg up the towering wall, and looked out in a panic.

Song Qixian smiled, turned around and left. He pretended to be concerned and said, "It's too high, be careful of falling." ”

In the eyes of the little fat man, this is definitely a coy gesture. Half of the fat man's butt fell on the wall, and when he saw the back of the drunkard old man Song Qixian drifting away, he didn't forget to give him a middle finger, and greeted the drunkard old man's parents in his heart to show his contempt.

The drunkard old man took the wine gourd in his hand and played with it, thinking to himself: If you lock yourself in the room so late, there won't be any problems, right?

Passing through the courtyard, there is a row of guest rooms on the left, and the rooms of Jian Shuzhi and the little fat man are next to each other.

The drunkard old man Song Qi first came to Jian Shu's door and listened to the movement in the house, but there was no sound inside. He muttered to himself: How can you sleep so well? Then he knocked on the door with his hand, and the room was dead silent, and no one answered.

Song Qixian said secretly: It's broken, so he forcibly broke into the door, only to see Jian Shuzhi sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless like a dead man.

Although the drunkard old man Song Qixian was flustered, he was not chaotic when he encountered something, and he probed his nose with his hand. found that Jian Shuzhi's snort was weak, and it seemed to be nothing. I saw Jian Shuzhi's eyes closed again, and his face was expressionless, like an old monk in a trance. Suddenly, he had a number in his heart.

The drunkard old man tiptoed over and stood at the door of the room, holding Erlang's legs against the door frame, with a posture that no one wanted to come in. His mouth was not idle, he took out a baked cake from his bosom and ate it with wine.

But at this time, a few insects that don't have long eyes flew in front of me. Song Qixian really can't bear this, which makes it clear that he doesn't give face. He exhaled lightly and whispered, "Certain!"

Those few insects did not appear as imagined by thousands of needles piercing their hearts and being bloodily nailed to the door, and they were still flying and provocative.

Song Qixian glanced around vigilantly, but fortunately no one saw this scene, otherwise he would lose his face.

Jian Shuzhi maintained such an ecstatic posture for a whole night, and was slowly waking up at this time. He slowly opened his confused eyes, and happened to see Song Qixian's embarrassing scene. Last night, the image of a master who had been hard to establish in his mind collapsed instantly.

Jian Shuzhi deliberately coughed lightly, and then, stretching his muscles and bones, pretending to be surprised, "Why are you always in my room?"

Song Qixian turned his head unhurriedly, and he didn't mean to get up at all. "Seeing that you haven't been out of the room, come and check on the situation. Yo, you kid still knows how to come back to your senses, I thought you were dying?"

Jian Shuzhi said: "I don't like to listen to you talking like this all the time. Maybe when I'm in a bad mood, I can tell the picture I accidentally saw just now, and it will definitely cause a sensation!"

When Song Qixian heard this, he hurriedly fell out of the stool, "Do you know that hitting someone doesn't slap your face?"

Jian Shuzhi smiled and asked rhetorically, "You know it's amazing, right?"