Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Loyal to whom?



"Xu, Xu Yinluo?"

Wang Simu's eyes widened, suspecting that she had heard wrongly.

It was indeed the voice of the old brother, Xu Qi'an.

Biao Biao glanced at the dog servant and said in surprise: "Brother's wife?"

Wang Simu is Erlang's mistress........Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "Miss Simu and Erlang are in love, and it is only a matter of time for lovers to get married."

Wang Simu "spitted", feeling embarrassed, angry and sweet. From Xu Yinluo's words, it can be seen that the Xu family is quite satisfied with her.

And her father has never explicitly stopped her from dating Xu Erlang, and even acquiesced. Otherwise, when she came back from the Xu Mansion that day, her father would not have specifically asked about the situation in the Xu Mansion.

Ah, isn't this a close relationship? Biao Biao was immediately happy, and her peach blossom eyes curved into crescents.

Xu Qi'an went straight to the point and said, "Miss Simu, I want to see Prime Minister Wang. By the way, when I came in just now, I saw the servants packing up. What's the matter?"

Wang Simu hesitated slightly and whispered, "Father may have to resign!"

Resign? Xu Qi'an frowned. His first reaction was that after Duke Wei died, Emperor Yuan Jing cleaned up the court situation and balanced the party forces, so he wanted to drive Prime Minister Wang out of office.

But Yuan Jing has been trying to discredit Duke Wei these days and put an end to this battle. He should not have time to deal with Prime Minister Wang.

Is it too early to resign at this time?

Or did Prime Minister Wang know that his career was about to end, so he simply resigned in advance and got a good ending.

"Where is Xu Yinluo? What do you want to see my father for?" Wang Simu stared at him with soft eyes..

"It's too formal to call Yinluo, just call me brother." Xu Qi'an changed the subject.

He came to Prime Minister Wang to seek help.

Wang Simu had no way to deal with such a frivolous man, and said helplessly: "I'll take you there."

She made a gesture of invitation.

Xu Qiyan and Lin'an followed her, walking through the corridor and the courtyard, and walked into the depths of the palace.

Wang Simu wore a light pink jacket that reached her knees, and a pleated long skirt. When she walked, the hem of the skirt and the jacket swayed, soft and elegant.

Xu Qiyan looked at her and found that this sister-in-law was tall, with a very good proportion of hips, waist and shoulders, and excellent appearance. In addition, she was the daughter of the Prime Minister, beautiful and intelligent, and she and Xu Erlang were a match made in heaven.

The only bad thing? Smart, strong personality, and noble status, such women are generally very possessive.

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

But it's okay? A good man? Should be a couple for life.

Xu Qiyan agreed with this truth and felt that he was such a good man.

As they were about to reach the study of Prime Minister Wang, Xu Qi'an suddenly said, "I'm going to the toilet."

After entering the toilet, he took out a page of Qi-watching paper and burned it. Two clear lights shot out from his eyes and then slowly converged.

When he came back, Lin'an and Wang Simu were nowhere to be seen. Only a servant was waiting there.

Seeing Xu Qi'an return, the servant came up to greet him and said respectfully:

"The young lady asked me to wait here. She said that she and Lin'an were going to play in the boudoir. You can go in by yourself. She has informed the master."

Is the relationship good? It's good. With Wang Simu, the sister-in-law, giving advice, Bian Bian is not afraid of being bullied...Xu Qi'an nodded, walked to the study, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

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

Xu Qian'an gently pushed open the concierge. In the well-lit study, spacious and elegant, behind the large Huanghuali wood desk, Prime Minister Wang sat silently. His cloudy and tired eyes, his solemn and serious expression...all the details showed that the old man was in a very bad state.

"I heard from Miss Simu that Prime Minister is going to resign?" Xu Qian'an smiled.

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

Prime Minister Wang smiled helplessly: "Tomorrow's court meeting, I will beg for my bones. According to the rules, he will symbolically retain me several times, and then allow me to retire and return home."

"Do you want to resign yourself?"

Xu Qian'an stared at him.

Wang Shoufu nodded: "Yes."

The feedback given by the Qi-Watching Technique is the truth, not a lie. The Prime Minister is retiring at the height of his career... Xu Qi'an still asked:

"Why is that?"

After meeting his second uncle, he asked the great scholar Zhang Shen for the Qi-Watching Technique paper. He did not ask for other spells. Spells of the fourth grade and below would not have any effect on a second-grade Taoist.

A fourth-grade Taoist golden elixir can be invulnerable to all kinds of magic, let alone a

second-grade one.

As for the Dean Zhao Shou, the Confucian magic book was his only stock, which had long been consumed by Xu Qi'an, and he could: take out anything else.

If he had to record it, he could record the spells of the Confucian system, but the third-grade great scholar's words were followed by the law, so Xu Qi'an did not dare to use it. If he used it, he might not be able to kill the second-grade Jeanne, but he would definitely kill her.

As a hanger-on like him, after two trips to the gates of hell, he had some psychological shadows on the Confucian bragging method.

"Since you are powerless to change it, you might as well resign." Wang Shoufu said

indifferently.

"It's just because of Duke Wei, I'm afraid it's more than that." Xu Qiyan frowned.

Wang Shoufu hesitated slightly and shook his head:

"There is another hidden story, you don't need to know, it's not good for you. I am already disheartened and don't want to stay in the court for long. It's a pity that the country passed down by our ancestors will be destroyed by that fool......"

Wang Shoufu shut up decisively.

Of course, he resigned not only because of Wei Yuan's affairs. The current emperor is not a son

of man, and the current supervisor is watching coldly. Although he is a high-ranking official, he is just a scholar. What can he do?

What can he do!

In this case, it's better not to stay in the court.

It's just that these secrets, Xu Qiyan, a small fourth-rank warrior, don't need to know.

Knowing too much will be harmful.

Wang Shoufu picked up the tea with disheartened heart, took a sip of hot tea, and warmed his

cold heart.

"Do you know that the food shortage was caused by Yuan Jing?" Xu Qi'an asked tentatively.

"Ahem..."

Prime Minister Wang choked and coughed violently. The tea did not warm his heart, but

burned his mouth.

"You know that too?"

The Prime Minister looked at him in shock.

"I came here to ask for a favor, Prime Minister!"

Xu Qi'an stared at him intently with his eyes full of the Qi-reading technique.

It was not until dusk that Xu Qi'an left the palace with Lin'an.

After seeing the two off, Wang Simu walked straight to the study, and the bright candlelight

shone through the paper-pasted lattice door.

Dongdong!

She raised her hand, and her slender green fingers tapped twice.

"Come in!"

Wang Zhenwen's voice came.

Wang Simu pushed open the door and smelled the smell of burning paper. He turned his head

and saw his father Wang Zhenwen sitting at the round table. On his lap, he placed a stack of books, a few paintings, and a few calligraphy works, which he was throwing into the brazier at

his feet.

"Dad, what are you burning?"

Wang Simu walked slowly and approached.

"Burning some things written when I was young and ignorant."

Wang Zhenwen lowered his head and stared at the fire devouring the paper. His eyes seemed

to be dancing with fire.

"Dad, I'll help you."

Wang Simu sat down beside him and took up a calligraphy work without saying anything. He unfolded it and said in astonishment:

"This, this is a poem you wrote before. His Majesty also praised your amazing poetry." Wang Zhenwen wrote very good poems. When he was young, he often participated in poetry gatherings. After most of his life, he also had a few good poems that he was very proud of. This is a seven-character poem about loyalty to the emperor, which is very moving. After being praised by Yuan Jing, Wang Zhenwen was very proud. He framed it and hung it on

the wall. It has been hanging there for nearly 30 years.

"Burn it." Wang Zhenwen snatched the poem from his daughter and threw it into the brazier. The flames instantly rose and devoured this calligraphy that was older than Wang Simu.

Wang Simu was anxious and turned his head to look at his father and was stunned.

Wang Zhenwen burst into tears.

"Dad?"

Wang Simu said in a trembling voice.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never seen her father cry. For a moment, she felt that

the sky had fallen.

Wang Zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier and whispered: "Dad and Wei Yuan have

fought for most of their lives, and both won and lost. Dad has nothing to criticize about his character. To be honest, I admire him very much!

"What Dad disagrees with is his concept of governing the world. It is too domineering and too ruthless. The officialdom is not for one person, but for a group of people. Only by winning over a group of people can you suppress a group of people. How to win over people? If you want others to listen to you, you have to feed them.

"It doesn't matter if you are a corrupt official, as long as you can do things. Only honest

officials who do nothing but talk will mislead the country and the people. There are too few

officials who can do things and are upright. To govern the country, we cannot rely on these rare officials.

"Wei Yuan is such a rare official. He can tolerate small corruption, but not big corruption. He can tolerate small evil, but not big evil. A few years ago, he wanted to rectify the atmosphere of clerks, but I pushed him back. Isn't this nonsense? If you want to rectify the people below,

you must first clean up the people above.

"But the people above can't be cleaned up, simu, do you know why?" Wang Simu pursed his lips and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty?" Wang Zhenwen didn't nod or shake his head, but sighed: "Now Wei Yuan died in battle, he

dedicated most of his life to the people of Dafeng, but Your Majesty is unwilling to give him a good reputation after his death, which is a bit heartless.

"But Dad burned these today, not because he is heartless, but the most ruthless imperial

family, sitting in that position, no matter how cold and cruel it is, it's okay. There are many

people like Wei Yuan in history books, there have been in the past, and there will be more in the future.

"Dad is sad because he can't do anything. More than 80,000 soldiers sacrificed their lives for Dafeng, leaving behind more than 80,000 orphans and widows. Once this battle is determined to be a defeat, the pension will be reduced by half..."

Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand and stared at the thick calluses from years of holding the pen, exhausted:

"I have held the pen for decades, but I can't even lift a knife. I can't bear to see him destroy

the 600-year foundation of my ancestors, but I can't do anything. He is usually glorious, but he has no military power. All the power is given by the emperor and can be taken back at any time. A scholar is useless, a scholar is useless.

"Dad has read the books of sages all his life, and the whole book is about loyalty to the emperor, loyalty to the emperor, loyalty to the emperor. Dad wants to ask Cheng Yasheng, what emperor is he loyal to?"

He suddenly stood up and kicked the brazier away, and sparks suddenly exploded.

"What emperor is he loyal to!"

......

At dawn, Emperor Yuan Jing was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown with pearls

dangling from it, looking dignified.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the towering observatory.

After a long time, he turned around and returned to the bedroom. The old eunuch was about

to follow him in when he heard Emperor Yuan Jing's majestic and cold voice:

"No need to follow me."

The old eunuch then stopped outside.

After entering the bedroom, Emperor Yuan Jing walked on the smooth floor, head down, step

by step, as if measuring something.

After a dozen steps, he stopped, and Emperor Yuan Jing's fingertips cut his wrist, and blood

flowed.

It moved on the ground by itself to form a twisted, strange array.

After the array was formed, Emperor Yuan Jing took out a transparent bead from his arms, the

size of a fist, with an eyeball in the bead, the pupil was deep, and stared at Emperor Yuan Jing

indifferently.

This is the treasure of the Wushen Cult, which seals one of the eyes of the Wushen.

It contains a trace of the Wushen's power.

Emperor Yuan Jing let go of the bead, it did not fall to the ground, Suspended in the air, it

sprinkled translucent energy.

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

Faintly, Emperor Yuan Jing heard the painful dragon roar coming from the ground. A golden

light lit up in the center of the formation, and then a golden dragon head slowly emerged.

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

The golden dragon kept shaking its head, trying its best to resist the suction force, and made

bursts of shrill dragon roars that only special people could hear.

"The luck has been scattered until now, and the dragon veins are unstable, but it's still a little

bit short, and it needs to be shaken again. After finalizing Wei Yuan's matter, it will be announced to the world and the capital immediately.

"The abuse and resentment of more than three million people in the capital, and the panic of

three million people over the defeat in the war, are enough for the beads to extract the spirit of the dragon vein. Wei Yuan, what bad posthumous title should I give you?" Emperor Yuan Jing raised the corner of his mouth, turned around suddenly, and walked out of

the palace.

At the time of Mao, it was still dark.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who had been on duty all night, stretched their waists and

walked to the gate of the government office together.

This point was exactly the time for Mao, and there were constant copper and silver gongs coming in. Along the way, people looked at Song Tingfeng with strange eyes. Yesterday, the scene of him enduring the humiliation under his crotch was vivid in my mind.

After all, he was in the realm of refining spirits and was quite talented, but it was a pity that

his bones were too soft. Such a person could not be a leader no matter how high his cultivation was.

In the past, I saw him being sloppy and thought he was not stable enough. Now I see that he is simply not up to the task.

Sensing the gazes of his colleagues, Song Tingfeng's eyes dimmed, and then he showed a nonchalant smile, maintaining a nonchalant attitude.

Zhu Guangxiao's eyes hid sadness.

Originally, he should have suffered a humiliation under the crotch, but Song Tingfeng

deliberately act I like a jerk and threw face on the ground, which allowed him to escape

Zhu Chengzhu's difficulties.

Zhu Guangxiao knew his own character and would rather die than suffer humiliation under the

crotch.

He was going to get married at the end of the year, start a family, and a beautiful life was waiting for him in the future. Song Tingfeng didn't want to ruin his good brother's beautiful life, so he tore off his dignity and threw it on the ground for people to trample on. Looking at Song Tingfeng's pretending to be relaxed, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qian'an

again. He left cleanly, and after the news of Duke Wei's death in battle was reported back to

the capital, he disappeared.

The Xu Mansion was deserted.

In the future, he will either hide his name or wander around the world.

"If Ning Yan were here, he wouldn't watch you get humiliated." Zhu Guangxiao gritted his

teeth and said.

"Then die with me?"

Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and said unhappily: "After Duke Wei died, the capital couldn't

accommodate him anymore. It's good that he left. If he doesn't leave, I'll drive him away. If he doesn't leave, we won't be brothers anymore."

Zhu Guangxiao grinned: "That's right."

Song Tingfeng suddenly said "Pah" and cursed: "You didn't even leave your address. Alas, I

hope we can meet again in this life."

As soon as he walked to the door, he ran into Zhu Chengzhu, who was wearing a silver gong

uniform and wearing a sword on his waist.

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

"Stop!"

Zhu Chengzhu suddenly said, half turned around, looked down at the two of them, and asked:

"The yamen is rolling, where are you two going?"

Damn it! Song Tingfeng cursed inwardly, put on a flattering smile, nodded and said:

"Zhu Yinluo, we were on duty last night, and we are going back to rest."

Zhu Chengzhu was surprised and said: "You were on duty last night? How come I didn't

know."

Zhu Guangxiao raised his eyebrows immediately.

The order to guard last night was issued by Zhu Chengzhu. Li Yuchun was put in jail, and Zhu

Chengzhu "enthusiastically" accepted the two of them.

It is obvious that Zhu Chengzhu was deliberately making things difficult for them.

"Yes, yes, maybe we remembered it wrong." Song Tingfeng nodded repeatedly and

kowtowed: "We will go back now, we will go back now."

Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach these two guys a lesson, but

seeing that the surname Song was so humble, he shook his head and laughed. He called the two again and said leisurely: "I'll trouble you two to guard tonight. Please work

hard. You two are good friends with Xu Qian'an, a hero of Dafeng. You are both highly skilled.

The more capable you are, the more work you should do."

Is this not letting them rest and wanting to tire them to death? Song Tingfeng clenched his fists several times and then loosened them again. His face

twitched slightly, but he did not dare to offend the other party. He bowed and said: "I

understand, I understand."

He immediately turned around and took Zhu Guangxiao to the yamen. Behind him, Zhu Chengzhu sneered: "Waste."

Around, the night watchmen who longed for Song Tingfeng's man were disappointed and

showed expressions of regret.

They did not have the courage to perish together, so they expected others to have it and use

others' sacrifices to satisfy their unwillingness.

At this time, at the gate of the yamen, a "tsk tsk" sound came: "What a great official power, Zhu Yinluo."