Daqin: You have a son to help Su

Chapter 61 The downcast Wang Zuo, from general to prime minister to prince
"Wang Meng is currently in Xianyang, waiting for the lord to return to court, and we will meet naturally!" 』

Fu Su nodded. After all, he came to Beidi City only to supervise the army, and the government affairs should be done by Feng Wuze, so Wang Meng can wait until he returns to Xianyang to look for it.

At this time, in Xianyang City, in Wuxinhou's Mansion, Wang Zuozhi of Fusu, Wang Meng, had just taken a nap in the afternoon.

Wang Meng had a dream just now. He dreamed that there were two stinky chess baskets playing chess, and he helped Heizi win the game.Reasonably speaking, that Baizi might be okay, but he is far worse than Wang Meng.

However, except for his uncle Wang Jian who can play back and forth with him, even his brother Wang Ben is no match for him in Go. However, he is very understanding of people and the world, and he always plays with Wang Ben. back.

"Uncle Clan, play chess with me again!" A voice that worried Wang Meng came from outside the house.

The owner of this voice is the only grandson of Wang Jian, the only son of Wang Ben, the veritable three generations of Hou Wang Li, his eldest father Wang Jian was awarded the Marquis of Wucheng, and his father Wang Ben was also rumored to be awarded the Marquis.

Wang Li was not yet fifteen, so he only had to wait to inherit the position of two marquises. However, Wang Li himself was very strong. He also wanted to become a famous general like his eldest father and his father.

However, Wang Meng had just rented the Marquis of Wucheng's mansion at that time, so he had no idea that this nephew of a rich family also had a hobby of marching and fighting.In the first Go game, Wang Meng ate up all of Wang Li's chess pieces.

To be reasonable, at the Go level of Dazu nephew, I don't think he can be a good general.But since that day, Wang Li has been playing chess with Wang Meng, and Wang Meng is not easy to beat him, so he always avoids Wang Li.

After all, at that level of Go, no matter how much I let him, I can't go back and forth.

"Uncle Clan!" Wang Li pushed open Wang Meng's door impatiently, and frowned as he looked at Wang Meng who was still lazily lying on the bed.

"Nephew Li," Wang Meng should call Li'er under normal circumstances, but his relationship with this big family nephew is too ordinary, so he didn't use any kind of intimate title.

Wang Li didn't like this clan uncle who was good for nothing but Go, especially since his eldest father had previously found him a position as a minor official in Xianyang. However, within a month, Wang Meng was fired.

It is said that he was caught showing up because he was lazy during working hours, and he was fired directly. Fortunately, his chief saw Wang Jian's face and let him go, otherwise it would not be as simple as a fine.

That is to say, Wang Meng went out to work for almost a month, but in the end he paid a fine from the Marquis of Wucheng's mansion, and he didn't even have a job.

But Wang Meng also had something to say, because it was for Wang Jian's sake that he was assigned to be a small official in charge of the arsenal. When there was no war in that position, there were indeed few things.

The work assigned to Wang Meng, Wang Meng finished in less than an hour each time, and then he could not interfere with the affairs of other small officials, so he started fishing when he had nothing to do.

Seeing the other clerks so busy, he couldn't figure out why it took so long to deal with such a simple job?
"Uncle Clan, aren't you going to go out and find something to do? You've been lying in bed all day, are you planning to eat up all the food in Marquis Wucheng's mansion?"

Wang Li said bluntly, as Wang Jian's only grandson and Wang Ben's only son, Wang Li was the manager of Wuchenghou's mansion when they were all fighting abroad.

After all, the sister-in-law who was at odds with him also married off, and the entire Marquis of Wucheng's mansion was directly related to Wang Li.

Wang Meng looked at Wang Li's young and serious expression, and resisted the urge to pick his feet: "Then I'll go outside now!"

Putting on his robe, Wang Meng left the room he was staying in as if fleeing for refuge. His robe was bought by his clan uncle Wang Jian.

Looking at the somewhat deserted Xianyang City Street, Wang Meng was wrapped in his robe and hugged his chest tightly. It was indeed a little cold outside.

Wang Meng could only walk aimlessly on the road, not because he didn't want to find a job, but because there was no pond that could hold his kunpeng, and he was also looking for his own parasol.

It happened that Wang Meng passed by a stall that was similar to the fortune-telling of later generations. Although he read a lot, he couldn't tell whether the fortune-teller was Taoist or Yin-Yang.Or the Five Elements?Astronomer?

"Respected guest, can I let the old man do the trick for you!" The fortune teller stopped Wang Meng directly.

Wang Meng looked around, there are so many people, what's the point of stopping him?
"Old man, Wang Meng respects ghosts and gods and stays far away, if you don't believe in them!"

"A Confucian student?" The fortune teller looked at Wang Meng seriously. The fortune teller had never seen the aura of nobleness in this man, even the prime ministers Wang Wan, Feng Quji, the general Wang Jian, and Li Si, the court lieutenant. Less than one-half of it.

Is Confucianism going to rise because of this person before?

Wang Meng shook his head: "Wang Meng is involved in all schools of thought."

"No problem! No problem!" The fortune teller heard that he was not a student of Confucianism, and pulled Wang Meng aside more enthusiastically: "Dare to ask the date of birth and the name?"

The person in front of him was too enthusiastic, and Wang Meng couldn't break free, so he reported his birth date and characters without interest.

"Wait a moment, I'll count on you!"

Without using any tools, the fortune teller walked around Wang Meng, then suddenly opened his eyes, widening in disbelief.

"Old sir, how are you?" Wang Meng was surprised by the fortune teller's surprise.

"Expensive, priceless!" The fortune teller shook his head and turned to leave.

"!?" Wang Meng looked puzzled at the old man who was about to leave suddenly after halfway through his fortune-telling.

But Wang Meng didn't care, just like what he said, he always respected ghosts and gods and stayed away, so he also prepared to leave.

But the fortune teller came back again and held down Wang Meng: "Listen to me, don't be surprised!"

This old man is really strong, Wang Meng couldn't believe that he exerted too much force, but he didn't move at all. It was the same feeling when he was pulled aside by the fortune teller just now.

"You will be a great noble. If you send troops, you will be a general, and if you govern the country, you will be a prime minister, noble..." The fortune teller froze again.

But his previous two sentences, "If you send troops, you will be a general, and if you govern the country, you will be a prime minister" scared Wang Meng. How precious this is, Wang Meng didn't dare to imagine it. He turned around and was about to leave. This old gentleman has been regarded as a liar by him .

However, Wang Meng forgot that his strength was much weaker than that of the fortune teller, and he struggled desperately without moving a little bit.

"You can be a prince. This matter is known to heaven and earth. You know it and I know it. You can't tell others about it!"

After finishing speaking, the fortune teller let go of Wang Meng, and he took out two bamboo slips from his chest: "This is written by my senior brother Huang Shigong, please put it away, and don't forget that it was given to you by Taoism!"

After the fortune teller gave the book, before Wang Meng could react, he immediately disappeared on the street, as if he had committed some serious taboo.

From general to prime minister, from noble to princely?Wang Meng couldn't believe what the fortune teller said, after all, he was still living under the fence.

Where will his true destiny be?

(End of this chapter)