[Plane] History of the struggle of the lords

Wei Shi didn't mention the matter of getting married anymore, as if he had completely forgotten that Wen Le still lacked a wife, no matter which county or city the matchmaker was, he would never see her again.

To the outside world, if officials and family members seem to have no intention of mentioning this matter while drinking, with the intention of recommending themselves or seeking benefits for themselves, Webster usually smiles face to face and plays Tai Chi casually, but there will be another party next time , The lady who spoke was hard to be invited.

If things go on like this, the lifelong event of Wen Le, the only Marquis of the Great Li Dynasty, has become a big firecracker. Everyone dare not speak, but they are curious, and all kinds of weird guesses come out.

"Can Zhongxian Hou like that kind of vulgar fan? I heard that the emperor has privately betrothed his youngest daughter to the Marquis. That's the eldest princess... Is that a joke?"

"Nonsense, the eldest princess was only full moon at this time last year, and the difference between the two of them is about twenty years old. Is it reliable?"

"...I heard that Marquis Zhongxian has a friend overseas, do you know about the Great China Commercial Bank?"

"Idiots don't know."

"The boats of the Great China Commercial Bank go out every day. It is said that there is a princess from some country who is married to Zhong Xianhou. The princess will be the emperor in the future!"

"It violates the hadith! Isn't it just another Emperor Wu?"

Chirp chirp, chirp chirp.

The manager of the Dadu Branch of the Greater China Commercial Bank was very embarrassed to hear the group of sours next door arguing about everything from their master's marriage to Empress Wu, and anxiously glanced at the two masters who were sitting across from each other and drinking tea slowly from the corner of their eyes. , coughed lightly: "Master Hou and Mr. Wen laughed."

Wen Le listened to other people talking about her gossip, and felt strange in her heart, not to mention that the gossip still spread nonsense, and her mentality was a bit like the helplessness of a little star when she saw a nonsense draft.

Wen Run broke the deadlock, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it is the root of the imperial city, at the foot of the emperor. The states and counties we usually go to, people say that at most they stop at the love of children, and most of them, and occasionally involve politics."

The little steward wiped off his sweat and laughed dryly: "Master Wen is really funny."

Wen Le finished drinking the tea in the cup, and listened again. The group had already started arguing about how inhuman the last imperial examination questions were. He stood up, patted his buttocks and said to the steward: " It’s hard work for you today. Before the tax is collected at the end of the month, remember to ask the household department to take care of it. Even though you have my relationship, don’t look too arrogant. You should weigh how much you should take and remember when you’re done. Tell me at the end of the year in the account book."

"Hey!" The steward also quickly stood up and bowed to Wen Le, "I'll save you, Lord Hou is going to enter the palace? The carriage is prepared outside, and I will take you downstairs."

The car swayed and ran towards the palace, Wen Le looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, laying back in Wen Run's arms, and heard Wen Run whisper: "I always look forward to the day when those broken mouths When talking about your marriage, you can put me in the same place. What kind of unwarranted princess will ruin your reputation for no reason. "

Wen Le smiled: "Speak stupidly. Now that you have finally lost the pressure from your mother, you are even more dissatisfied."

Wen Run smiled sadly: "People's hearts have no bottom. What's more, if you let others guess about you and the eldest princess, I'm afraid the emperor will be unhappy one day."

Wen Le snorted softly: "We are big taxpayers, can he lose his temper over such a trivial matter? If not, at worst, let Yong'er go to propose a marriage in the future, and see the emperor's appearance, the eldest princess will not be so ugly. "

Ever since the funeral was held in the palace, it has been deserted for several years. Although the arrival of the eldest princess was a great joy, but after the full moon banquet, the forbidden palace became a pool of stagnant water again.

Every time Wen Le comes back, he counts the seconds to go back. This place is oppressive and dull, and the palace people he meets by chance are all silently doing their errands at hand.If it wasn't for the backstage of the Great China Commercial Bank, he would never have bothered to make false claims with the emperor.However, the emperor especially liked him and Wen Run coming here, Wen Run seldom talked to him, but he preferred this way.

The emperor was reviewing the memorials alone in the hall, and when he saw Wen Le and Wen Run coming, he was almost overjoyed, and hurriedly asked someone to set up the chessboard: "Run'er Leer is here? Come and talk to me."

Wen Le smiled, and handed him the account book in his hand. The emperor took it and turned over a few pages, then sighed and said, "You coaxed me to sign that kind of covenant at the beginning, brat, and your father is really carved out of the same mold." cunning."

When Wen Le was told by him, he also wanted to laugh. At the beginning, the late emperor also suffered a big loss from Master Wen San. Now that the late emperor has gone, the emperor still remembered that when he occasionally talked about the past, although Wen Le did not experience it personally. , but can also feel his dumbfounding jokes.

Speaking of the third master Wen, the emperor was a little excited, and smiled and told a few interesting things about his dealings with the crown prince and the third master. He didn't know which pain point in his heart was touched, he suddenly closed his mouth and stared at him without saying a word. Looking at the chessboard, after a long while, he smiled nonchalantly again.

The last time I saw the emperor was about half a year ago, and the emperor's already gray hair became even more mottled.Being an emperor is a labor-intensive job. With his good looks, the corners of his eyes are wrinkled, not to mention the smooth and bright brows, but now there are three deep vertical lines printed on his lips. Subconsciously, she squeezed into an unsympathetic arc, and that smile, which was always slightly flattering, only existed in memory.

He is indifferent to everyone, except for Wen Run and the eldest princess. After the death of the first emperor, Wen Le only saw him smile when looking at his daughter and Wen Run, and Wen Le was touched by Wen Run. Light, those who call him Aiwujiwu will say a few words.

Seeing this little old man aging like a real old man, Wen Le felt a sense of embarrassment, but Wen Run didn't pay much attention to him even now.After setting up the chessboard, Wen Run didn't sit at the edge of the chessboard. The emperor was a little embarrassed at first, and then a little lonely. He forced a smile, and Wen Le quickly smoothed things over: "Shall I make tea for you?"

The emperor was taken aback, his face turned pale, and he waved his hands again and again: "No need, you can play chess with me."

Wen Le felt that his self-esteem was a little hurt, but there happened to be an eunuch who cautiously pushed open the door of the main hall and came in. He knelt down and bowed beamingly: "Your Majesty! The imperial concubine gave birth to a dragon son just now!"

A chess piece held by the emperor fell to the ground with a clatter.

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Three years after the death of the first emperor, the eldest son of the emperor was finally born. Those who should know would know that if there were no accidents, this child would definitely grow up smoothly, and the Wen family brothers had already gone south to Fuchun before the prince's edict came out.

Wen Lian now lives in Fuchun all the year round. Although he is a rough guy, he yearns for stability in his heart, and he is not willing to move out after he has developed feelings for one place.In addition, he is now in charge of a less legitimate business, specializing in patrolling the sea for illegal merchant ships for the Greater China Commercial Bank, so his identity cannot be disclosed to the outside world for a while. Usually, after going to sea for a month, he will stay in Fuzhou. Spring break for one month.

He is not young anymore, and it's not the relationship between Wen Le and Wen Run. He has no one yet, and even Wen Le is quite worried.

But this heartless boy is too helpless, while saying that he doesn't want to marry a daughter-in-law whom he doesn't know at all, but at the same time he is so shy and dull when he sees a girl.Under such circumstances, there were very few girls who really fell in love with him, and it was hard for Wen Lian to accept the girls who fell in love with the family background of the Hou Mansion and wanted to marry in.

This kid is only in his 20s, is it possible that he will be a bachelor for ten years?

When he was not out at sea, Yong'er was taken crazy by him, and occasionally Yong'er would go to the sea with the boat to have a look. After Wen Le became Marquis, he seldom went to school, but invited Dadu Mr. Wang teaches courses in Lin'an Bieyuan regularly every year, and the others are more practical.

When the horse-drawn carriage arrived at Fuchun City, the thickness of the city wall was almost twice that of an ordinary state capital. The news of his return was sent back to the Yamen in an instant. Came from the other direction.

"..." Wen Le grinned awkwardly, "What a coincidence."

Mai Lingtong knelt down and kowtowed as he got off the horse with a sullen face, and made no effort to hide his dissatisfaction: "The official came here specially to see Lord Hou. Lord Hou has not come back since he left Fuchun in March last year. .”

Wen Run next to him turned his head to laugh, Wen Le gave him an embarrassed look, raised his eyebrows and asked Mai Lingdao: "Old Mai, I also have business outside."

Mai Lingtong was aggrieved for a while, then stood up, patted the ashes on his knees and complained: "Master Hou didn't say a word when he left, and the officer ran to the gate of the city and disappeared without a trace, and he didn't reply to the letter for a long time. I have been waiting day and night in Fuchun City for more than a year, and I can only get news about you when I go to Lin'an..."

Wen Lehan's bad, it really doesn't sound like a subordinate said it, but with that face of Lao Mai, he can't follow the unspoken rules!

All the officials behind Mai Lingtong were afraid to speak. Mai Lingtong was the only one in Quan Fuchun who could be so presumptuous with Wen Le, and Dala, who was a little dull, didn't dare to do this.

Mai Lingtong also really has some capital, Fu Chun has almost all important livelihoods under his subordinates, Wen Le also trusts him, and even let him intervene in the business in Lin'an, no doubt he is extremely favored.Under such favor, Mai Lingtong is still neither arrogant nor reserved, which is really rare.

After finally getting rid of Mai Lingtong, Wen Le and Wen Run desperately avoided the condemning gazes of a few cronies, went to the pier to pick up Yong'er and Wen Lian who were playing wild, got into a carriage and ran out of the city.

Yong'er is now half a child, and it is rare for him to be taken by his father for a while. He changed his usual calmness and giggled in the carriage, Wen Run hugged him and put him under the armpit, Wen Lian volunteered to say : "Big brother and second brother, I'll go outside and watch the carriage, and Lao Mai and the others will probably catch up!"

On the other side, Mai Lingtong was coaxed to obediently go back to the yamen to get the year-end report, but when he arrived at the Hou's mansion, he found that the place was empty.

Behind him was a group of angry subordinates. Wen Le coughed, poked his head out of the window, and shouted loudly: "Go back! Go back! I will come back next Spring Festival of course!"

"Your Majesty!!!!" Mai Lingtong roared twice blushingly, and finally resigned his horse helplessly, paced a few laps in place, and told a group of subordinates in a muffled voice: "Go back, and sooner or later you will catch up with me!" Running."