Da Bong fights more people

"You want to resign yourself?"

Xu Qi'an stared at him.

Wang Shoufu nodded: "Yes."

The feedback given by Wang Qi Technique is the truth, and he never lied. Master Shoufu is retreating bravely in a torrent, Xu Qi'an still asked:

"how so?"

The Wang Qi spell paper was asked for by the great Confucian Zhang Shen after seeing the second uncle. He didn't ask for other spells. The spells of the fourth rank and below would have no effect at all for a second rank of the Taoist sect.

A fourth-rank golden elixir of the Taoist sect can be invulnerable to all laws, let alone a second-rank one.

As for Dean Zhao Shou, the Confucian magic book is his only stock, which has already been consumed by Xu Qi'an, and he has nothing else to offer.

If you have to record it, you can record the spells of the Confucian system, but Xu Qi'an dare not use the words of the third-rank Confucianism. If you use it, you may not be able to kill the second-rank Joan of Arc, but it will definitely kill him.

As bad as he is, after two trips to the ghost gate, he has a little shadow on Confucian bragging.

"Since there is no power to change, it is better to resign." Wang Shoufu said lightly.

"It's just because of Duke Wei, maybe it's more than that." Xu Qi'an frowned.

Wang Shoufu hesitated slightly, shook his head and said:

"There is something hidden in it, you don't need to know, it's not good for you. The old man is already disheartened, and he doesn't want to stay in the court for a long time. It's a pity that the country passed down by the ancestors will perish in that faint."

Wang Shoufu shut up decisively.

Of course, his resignation was not just because of Wei Yuan's affairs. The current emperor is not a son of man, and the current prison officer is watching coldly. Although he is an extremely human minister, he is just a scholar. What can he do?

What a fool!

That being the case, it doesn't matter if the court doesn't wait.

It's just these secrets, Xu Qi'an, a small fourth-rank martial artist, doesn't need to know, if he knows too much, he will suffer from it.

Wang Shoufu picked up the tea disheartened and took a sip of hot tea to warm his cold heart.

"Do you know that Yuan Jing manipulated the shortage of food?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

"cough cough"

Wang Shoufu choked in shock, and coughed violently. The tea didn't warm his heart and burned his mouth.

"you know too?"

Lord Shoufu looked at him in shock.

"I'm here to ask Lord Shoufu for a favor!"

Xu Qi'an's eyes, which were built with qi-watching skills, stared at him intently.

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

After sending the two away, Wang Simu went straight to the study room, bright candlelight shone through the paper lattice door.

dong dong!

She raised her hand, and clasped her slender fingers twice.

"Come in!"

Wang Zhenwen's voice came.

Wang Simu pushed open the door and smelled the smell of burning paper. Looking sideways, his father Wang Zhenwen was sitting at the round table, with a stack of books on his lap, a few paintings, and calligraphy, all of them Throw it into the brazier at your feet.

"Father, what are you burning?"

Wang Simu stepped closer and closer.

"Burn something written by youth and ignorance."

Wang Zhenwen lowered his head, staring at the flames devouring the paper, his eyes seemed to be jumping with flames.

"Father, I'll help you."

Wang Simu sat down beside him, couldn't help but pick up a calligraphy, unfolded it, and said in amazement:

"Here, this is the poem you wrote before, your majesty even praised your poem for being amazing."

Wang Zhenwen's poems are very good. When he was young, he often went to poetry clubs. After most of his life, he also had a few good poems that he was very proud of.

This is a poem about the seven laws of loyalty to the emperor, which is soul-stirring.

After being praised by Yuan Jing, Wang Zhenwen was very proud, and hung it on the wall for nearly 30 years.

"Burn it."

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

Wang Simu was in a hurry, turned to look at his father, and was stunned.

Wang Zhenwen burst into tears.

"father?"

Wang Simu trembled.

Ever since she was a child, she had never seen her father cry, and for a while, she felt that the sky was falling.

Wang Zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier, and said in a low voice: "Father and Wei Yuan have fought for most of their lives, winning and losing. I have nothing to criticize for his character. To be honest, I admire him very much!

"What father doesn't agree with is his idea of ​​governing the world. It's too domineering and ruthless. The officialdom is not for one person, but for a group of people. Only by wooing a group of people can you suppress a group of people. Then how to woo people? You want to let If others listen to you, you have to feed them.

"Corrupt officials don't matter, as long as they can do things. Honest officials who talk empty-handed are the ones who harm the country and the people. There are too few officials who can do things and are upright. To govern the country, you can't count on these rare and rare ones.

"Wei Yuan is such a rare person. He can tolerate small greed, but not big greed. He can tolerate small evil, but not big evil. A few years ago, I pushed him back when he wanted to rectify the atmosphere of subordinate officials. Isn't this nonsense? If you want to punish the people below, you must first clean up the people above.

"But the people above can't be cleaned, Simu, do you know why?"

Wang Simu pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty?"

Wang Zhenwen didn't nod, didn't shake his head, and sighed: "Now Wei Yuan has died in battle, a person who dedicated most of his life to Dafeng, but His Majesty doesn't even want to give his posthumous name, it's a bit ruthless.

"But dad burnt these today not because he is ruthless, the most ruthless emperor's family, sitting in that position, no matter how ruthless he is. There are many people like Wei Yuan in the history books. There have been in the past, and there will be more in the future. .

"Father is heartbroken that he can't do anything. More than 8 soldiers died for Dafeng, leaving more than 8 households with orphans and widowed mothers. Once the battle is determined to be a defeat, the pension will be halved."