i really have no talent

Chapter 16 The Family
Daxia, in Yingtianfu City, Kyoto.

On Suzaku Street, those who can live here are those who are well-known and distinguished in the Great Xia Kingdom, and they are also powerful families who have won the top aristocratic families in the courts of the Four Kingdoms.

Kong Qingyi, Duke of Yiwen, is a great scholar in the current cabinet of Great Xia. Maybe he will be able to step up to the position of chief assistant in the near future, but if he has a single round of qualifications, age, and ability, there are at least six people who can suppress him.

At this moment, one of the stewards in the Confucian mansion was standing sideways listening to what a boy was saying, and then his expression changed three times, and finally his two hands touched and squeezed together fiercely, with an anxious expression on his face, he hurried towards Go to the other garden where the main house is located.

On the other side, Yiwen Gong Kong Qingyi, who was about to rest in bed, heard a soft knock on the door, and his eyes were a little annoyed. He put on his clothes under the service of his concubine, and then answered to the door.

Walking out the door, the steward was waiting at the side with a bow.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, the boy at home is here to report..."

After the steward finished speaking, Gong Qingyi's expression changed instantly, and his eyes couldn't help but feel cold.

Standing where he was, Kong Qingyi paced back and forth, and after pondering for a moment, he gave an order: "Send someone to invite Wang Yan, the eldest son of the Master Wang's mansion, Fu Xinghan, the eldest son of the Marquis of Qingyuan's mansion, and the head of the Zhao family. There is an important matter to discuss, and besides, Mr. Qingming will also be invited to the lobby to discuss, be careful to keep it secret so that no one will find out..."

"promise……"

The steward took the lead, bowed and bowed, and after understanding, he hurriedly walked towards the outside of the mansion.

At the door, Gong Qingyi of Yiwen raised his head and looked into the distance, then the look on his face slowly relaxed, he exhaled a long breath, his whole demeanor changed, became less gloomy and more refined.

"Master, what are you thinking? Find a grandson back? Or did my little brother really send a son back?"

Talking to himself, Kong Qingyi stepped into the room.

The concubine who was lying in the warm quilt saw her master walk in and got up quickly. Seeing that he didn't intend to go to bed, she took out her clothes and belt from the side and began to dress him up.

"A troubled autumn..."

"Master, what's bothering you..."

"You women's family, what do you know! Ask less!"

After finishing speaking, the concubine bowed her head and moved her hands a little faster.

After a while, dressed neatly, Kong Qingyi took a look at the bronze mirror under the candlelight, then pulled his forehead into a bun before walking out of the room.

Walking along the backyard and turning around the long corridor, the servants lead the way with lanterns.

"Have the heads of other families arrived?"

The boy carrying the lamp asked, paused for a moment, and then came back: "Going back to Master, Prince Wang from Dashi Wang's family, Lord Fu from Hou's mansion, and Mr. Qingming have all arrived, only the Patriarch of the Zhao family is still on the way. "

"Um... let's go."

After all, I live not far away, only a few streets away, and a quarter of an hour or two is about the same.

Walking on the road, Kong Qingyi pondered in his heart. He still hadn't figured out why and what purpose the old master did this move.

Brightly repairing the plank road and secretly keeping Chencang?Or throwing stones to ask for directions, knocking mountains and shaking tigers?

Thinking in his mind, recalling everything that happened recently, Kong Qingyi had a general idea in his mind, but whether it was correct or not could only be judged after discussing with the other people.

But all along, the name of the old lady Fu's disciple has brought him great benefits. From a down-and-out poor scholar to today's Duke, only he knows the hardships in the process.

"Mr. Qingming, Lord Fu Xiaohou, Lord Wang, it is my fault for inviting you here late at night."

"Where is there, Brother Kong can still think of me at such a moment, but trust you and me, if you are someone else, then you will not have this blessing, what do you think?"

"Extremely, extremely..."

"Hehe, everyone, please sit down..."

Walking into the lobby, a plump fat man with a round face in a brocade robe, a thin and elegant man in a green dress, and a middle-aged strong man in a black suit were already waiting here. Seeing Kong Qingyi coming in, Hastily stood up to greet him.

"Everyone, I must invite you to sit here. You all have some ideas in your mind, so I won't say more. When Master Zhao arrives, let's discuss it together."

"Grandpa said, could it be that it was something that was reported from the old lady Fu's house in the afternoon?"

"Mr. Gaoming."

The thin Confucian scholar sitting in the first place thought for a moment, then asked the rest of the people.

The smiles on the faces of the other two present also slowly fell when they heard the words. Even Wang Yan, the son of the University Chief, who is known as the Laughing Buddha, couldn't help but fall silent at this moment.

Although everyone in the hall is silent at the moment, thoughts are already flying in everyone's heart.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, a servant outside the hall led a person with a lamp. When he entered the hall, everyone could see clearly that this was a middle-aged man who was wearing a black robe and his whole body was hidden in the darkness.

"Keep everyone waiting..."

When he came to the hall, the middle-aged man took off the black robe on his head, and apologized to everyone.

"Patriarch Zhao came at the right time."

"That's right, Mr. Zhao came just in time, please take a seat."

"........."

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone sat down, and then the atmosphere calmed down again.

Sitting in the first seat, facing the thin Confucian scholar Zhao Patriarch, Mr. Qing Ming saw this, looked at Kong Qingyi on the main seat, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice.

"Everyone, you must know the news from the old lady Fu's residence. As for whether the news is true or not, it remains to be discussed, but right now there is a very serious problem in front of us..."

"After the assassination by the three barbarians, the son of King Jin died, and the old matriarch was seriously injured. In just half a month, such news spread from the old matriarch's residence, indicating that the old matriarch's body may have..."

"Mr. Qingming is right. Regardless of whether the news is true or not, it means that the old lady has indeed suffered a physical problem. Perhaps time is running out..."

"Could it be because the old master Fu felt that there was something wrong with his body and time was running out, so he found someone, and then pretended to spread the news, in order to see the ability of his disciples, and then Find someone who can inherit his will?"

"That makes sense."

"Then what if the news is true?"

Suddenly, after taking a sip of hot tea, Patriarch Zhao raised his head and swept across the crowd, and said a word coldly, making everyone in the venue fall silent after hearing the words.

"Perhaps I should go to the Old Madam's residence tomorrow, firstly to inquire about the news, and secondly to see the old Madam's body."

"Inappropriate. The day before yesterday, Xia Qingyuan, one of the three vice presidents of the Great Xia Academy of Arts, went to visit, but he couldn't get in. We..."

The fat Wang Yan stopped after half a sentence, and the meaning behind it was self-evident.

"Mr. Qingming, can you teach me a good strategy?"

Master Fu Xiaohou spoke, and everyone turned their gazes forward.

"I have two strategies, everyone please listen."

"One policy, and if the news from the old lady Fu's residence is true, we will make an appointment with the other families tomorrow and present generous gifts to celebrate. In this way, it will be logical."

"Second strategy, if the old lady really has a problem with her health and goes from bad to worse, and wants to choose an heir, then this news is only the first step, and there may be other actions in the follow-up. Since the future is unknown and the purpose of the old man is unknown, why not wait for me?" Throwing stones to ask the way, or stopping still?"

"Makes sense."

"Looking at it now, Mr.'s words are the best."

Patriarch Zhao and Master Fu Xiaohou spoke one after another, and then they lowered their eyes and pondered for a moment. After thinking about it, it seemed that there was no other better explanation.

As for the rest of them, after a moment of contemplation, they couldn't help but nodded.

"Since that's the case, then each of you should make some preparations. I'll meet you tomorrow in front of the old lady's Fu's residence."

"As it should be."

"See you tomorrow."

"Farewell."

Kong Qingyi watched the crowd leave, holding a teacup, and after waiting for a while, Mr. Qing Ming, who had originally left, reappeared in the lobby at this moment.

"Sir, there seems to be something left to say about what you said just now?"

"Grandpa's eyes are like torches."

"Listen, my lord, from my point of view, the old lady Fu's news is [-]% sure to be true!"

"Oh? Why are you so sure, sir?"

"My lord, please look at this."

"Huh? This is the roster of scholars recruited for the Wenhui in Kyoto this time?"

"Yes, my lord, please take a closer look!"

"hiss……"

Turning to the middle, Kong Qingyi's complexion changed, and when he saw Chuzhou Qing'an, he no longer had any luck in his heart, his face was pale, and then slowly recovered some blood.

"Mr. really has a good opinion. It seems that the news is certain."

"My lord, you don't have to worry. It's been 30 years. Ye Bianyun is no longer a threat. As for his son, he was able to be recruited by the capital without being known by the old lady Fu. It seems that his talent is also extraordinary. If there is no accident , must be the person that the old master likes..."

"This……"

When Kong Qingyi heard this, his thoughts followed Mr. Qingming's words. For a moment, his heart was extremely depressed, his forehead even ached, and his mind was confused.

"Since Mr. already knows the cause and effect, what he said earlier..."

"Hehe, my lord forgot the second strategy, throwing stones to ask for directions?"

"Haha, sir, this is not throwing stones to ask for directions. It's like killing three birds with one stone. Let the three families be my pioneers, throwing stones to ask for directions. Even if I face Ye Wushuang, I can reap the benefits of the fisherman, and wait for the children of Ye's mansion to be beaten to death. Liu, I can extend a helping hand again, give charcoal in a timely manner, and then win him over, achieve the goal and gain fame at the same time..."

"Mr. Talent!"

"Grandpa won the prize..."

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became brighter, and the depression in Kong Qingyi's heart was swept away, and he even felt a little happy.

When Mr. Qingming saw this, he didn't point it out. Instead, he talked to him for a few more words, and then left.

After leaving the mansion, he turned around again on the way, looked at the mansion of Confucius, shook his head again, then took out a note in his hand, passed by a hidden corner of the wall, threw it casually, and ignored the note Whether it is caught or not, it goes straight away.

On the other hand, after returning home, the Patriarch of the Zhao family sat in the study and thought about it, then called the servant at home, inquired carefully, gave some money and then sent it away.

"Housekeeper, go to Zhao Lizhi, the servant of the Ministry of Rites who is in charge of this literary meeting, and copy all these things and bring them back."

"promise."

Seeing the butler leaving with the paper, Zhao Yiren's faint feeling of uneasiness slowly dissipated.

On the other hand, Wang and Fu went straight to the study after returning to the mansion. In the study of their respective homes, an elderly man had already been waiting here.

After talking about the scene just now, the two middle-aged old men pondered, and then ordered the two to prepare according to the plan, and then held an ancient book in their hands, sitting and meditating under the candlelight.

As for the rest of the aristocratic families, they are more cautious about the news that comes out of the old master Fu's house.

However, invariably, they all have a common purpose.

(End of this chapter)