The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

The common people around also gathered back one after another, listening with gusto.

"It turns out that this strange old man is the imperial envoy Wang Bengu."

"Wang Bengu? I heard he is a good official. Why is he so virtuous?"

"These days, there are too many people trying to catch fame."

"Hey, as an imperial envoy, he sneaked out to go whoring without permission, and was beaten for not paying him. He really lost the court."

Say anything.

Wang Bengu pressed his chest and stomped his feet, he just wanted to die.

A lifetime of fame, with this prostitution incident, was in vain.

In fact, dignitaries and dignitaries went to brothels, wrote poems and long songs, and went out at night holding candles. In Daming, not only was it not a shameful thing, but it was a romantic affair.

But it also depends on the situation.

When people go to brothels, dozens of celebrities go together, and they all go to compose poems and lyrics to drink.

For example, the situation of Wang Bengu belongs to the kind of "prostitution" who is very shameful and has no morals.

What's more serious is that, as an imperial envoy, he secretly escaped from the post station, went to a brothel to go whoring, didn't return at night, and was chased and beaten by the kiln sister.

In this scene, countless ordinary people in Tianjin Wei can testify.

What made Wang Bengu jump into the Yellow River even more unclear was that he was tricked by those two women last night, and cooperated with them, saying that he often came to prostitutes and was a regular customer here!

He said it himself, tens of thousands of people have heard it.

Wang Bengu closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that he had been calculated by others, and his reputation was over.

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Chapter 502 The Prince Is Feared [1]

Soon after hearing the news, Wang Jiaping came.

He didn't sleep well last night, and kept waiting for news from Wang Bengu, but what he got was the bad news that Wang Bengu was urinating in the latrine and sneaking out to prostitute.

Standing in the crowd, Wang Jiaping listened to the common people pointing and pointing, but she really didn't dare to look directly.

How did it happen?

When Wang Bengu saw Wang Jiaping, his nose burst into tears.

"My lord, what's going on here?" Wang Jiaping said in embarrassment when he was stared at by the people around him.

Wang Bengu gritted his teeth: "From the beginning to the end, this is a scam by Yan Song. Miss Tang, Tang Guangzhi, and the list of corruption and bribery are all lies! We are the ones who lied. No_OK!"

Wang Bengu suddenly remembered that he seemed to have sent the so-called incriminating evidence to the prince last night!

No need to ask, this is definitely a lie.

He roared anxiously, and said to the ashamed Wang Jiaping who heard the news, "Go and stop that fast horse last night!"

But the fast horse had already walked all night, and had already entered the city of Beijing, and was almost in the hands of the prince.

Wang Bengu is so angry.

He asked Wang Jiaping to quickly send another manpower to inform the crown prince that the evidence cannot be used. At the same time, he angrily issued orders to Tianjin County Magistrate Guo Yijing, "Send me soldiers to surround this Zuichun Pavilion! There are people here who are so bold as to plot against the imperial envoy!"

Guo Yijing didn't hesitate, and immediately arranged the government servants to surround the Zuichun Pavilion, bowed and said, "Please show me, sir, who are you going to arrest?"

Wang Bengu was furious: "I want to arrest an extremely beautiful woman, the daughter of Tang Guangzhi, the Prime Minister of Tianjin County!"

Guo Yijing looked blank: "In Tianjin, I have never had a county magistrate named Tang Guangzhi. This Miss Tang's identity is probably fake."

Wang Ben was as discouraged as an angry ball: "There are also two brothel girls, sisters Cuihua."

As a result, the old bustard of Zuichun Pavilion called out all the girls and lined up in the square. Wang Bengu personally identified them all morning, but they couldn't find Sister Cuihua.

On the contrary, it attracted the folks in Tianjin to point and point again.

"Look, Wang Bengu, the overlord who prostitutes, actually wants to trouble sister Yao."

"It's fine if you don't give money, and you still bully others?"

"This Wang Bengu, I am! Pay off Liu Zhichen?"

Wang Bengu was already angry enough that he couldn't find the woman who framed him, and now he was scolded by the people again, and finally his eyes darkened and he fainted to the ground.

Wang Jiaping hurriedly asked people to lift Wang Bengu up, and went straight to the imperial envoy station, not daring to go out again.

On the Drunken Spring Pavilion, Tang Lian'er laughed so hard that she fell down, pointed at the fainted Wang Bengu and said to Yan Song: "You big villain, you punished the poor Wang Bengu, and even asked him to set up a trap for you. This old man I feel bad."

Yan Song said lightly: "You can go to him if you feel distressed."

Tang Lian'er spat lightly: "This kind of self-proclaimed Qingliu straight minister has done more than failed, who is going to find him?"

With her beautiful eyes and a charming smile, she sat gently beside Yan Song, leaning on Yan Song's shoulder with a tender look, "Although you are a treacherous minister, I like you. This harmful routine is really a good one." A set of sockets, it's broken."

Tang Lian'er said it on the surface, but she was secretly surprised in her heart.

Yan Song treated Wang Bengu with ease and joy.

The idiot Wang Bengu had almost no strength to resist, so he fell into the pit dug by Yan Song one by one, unable to climb out at all.