Father is on top, I was wrong

The news that Li Ling was appointed as the military governor spread like wildfire, causing an uproar in the government and the public.The Daliang army has never had such a position as a warlord. Generally, the chief general is the commander-in-chief, who also serves as the warlord, and is responsible for important tasks up to the above-mentioned ranks.

Originally, everyone was working secretly for the position of the general, and everyone wanted to arrange for their own children or their own people to go in. Now that's all right, just airborne, no one has to fight.

However, Wen Wujue's actions made people speculate in vain. If everyone knew that Li Ling had been at odds with him all year round, it would almost make people think that he intended to support Li Ling.

The dry, cold and cloudy nights in winter are particularly drowsy. On this day, the servant of Xue's mansion was just about to close the vermilion gate when he saw a soft sedan chair parked in front of the mansion.The young man raised the lamp and looked carefully, and saw the word "Wen" stuck squarely on the lanterns on both sides of the sedan chair.

Needless to say, this must be an adult from somewhere.

However, there are only a few people with the surname Wen in the court. Except for the big man in charge of the court, the others are not worth mentioning.The big man has a lot of things to do every day, and he is also weak and sick, so it is impossible to come if he thinks about it.What's more, this man with black lights and blind lights and a small sedan chair can't be the one with power.

So the young man yawned, stood behind the crack of the door and said loudly: "Master, take a rest today, come back tomorrow."

The butler saw from behind the sedan chair a young man wrapped in thick snow fox fur, his face was even whiter than the fur, and his complexion was beautiful. He coughed slightly, showing that he was weak, but he had a dignified look on his body. Momentum, neither rush nor rash, calm and calm.

The housekeeper was startled, who is this Prime Minister Wen who is in power?

Before he had time to be surprised, the butler knocked on the boy's forehead first, and scolded: "Things that have no eyesight! The Prime Minister is here, and you dare to be blocked at the door, your eyes are covered with feces?"

Wen Wujue stepped forward, and said softly: "You take the liberty to come here, it's really urgent, please inform your master."

The butler immediately smiled, "Yes, I'll go right away. Your Excellency, Prime Minister, come in first to rest. It's cold outside, so don't freeze."

Wen Wujue nodded and followed, and after a while, the boy who notified came back.

"Master Prime Minister, my master is here to invite you."

Enter Xue's mansion from the gate, there are eight gates inside and outside, carved buildings and painted buildings, pavilions and grand buildings, the background of the noble family is profound, and it is by no means comparable to the prime minister's mansion.

It's no wonder that the Jinling Xue family is a family member in Daliang, and their ancestors are all high-ranking officials. Up to now, there have been more than ten generations.It is said that the brilliance of a gentleman will be cut off after the fifth generation, but the Xue clan has not only not declined, but has become more prosperous.

In addition, there are Langya Wang clan, Qinghe Cui clan and so on.

The original body was only a founding hero who followed the Communist Party to conquer the country, and he was not qualified at all in front of these famous families who had inherited two or three dynasties.

In short, it is the difference between the real wealthy and the nouveau riche.

The current head of the Xue family is Xue Sizhong, who has passed the age of no doubt and is the Minister of the Household Department.

Walking to the middle hall, Xue Sizhong was already waiting there, and when he saw Wen Wujue, he smiled and bowed his hands.

"The prime minister is really a rare visitor. Is there something important to visit late at night?"

Although Xue Sizhong and Wen Wujue were officials in the same dynasty, although the two of them met many times on weekdays, they did not have any friendship.

Except for official business, there is almost no communication in private.

So regarding Wen Wujue's sudden visit, Xue Sizhong murmured inwardly.

Wen Wujue took the tea handed over by the servant, took a sip first, to warm his stomach, and then slowly said, "The war in southern Xinjiang is about to break out, Master Xue must know why I came here."

Xue Sizhong had been in the imperial court for decades at least, so he knew everything and understood immediately.

However, his ability to pretend to be stupid is also very good. "The prime minister is really concerned about the country and the people. He came here in the cold at night when he was sick. This official admires him. The official also knows that Nanjiang is nervous, and he only wishes he could not put on armor and go to battle for the emperor. Allegiance."

A civil servant, talking about wearing armor and going into battle.

This sentence was deeply moved, if Wen Wujue hadn't known who he was, he would have been deceived by him.

Wen Wujue stopped playing around with him, and went straight to the point: "As soon as the war broke out, food, grass and armaments were the most important issue. Mr. Xue, you are the Secretary of the Ministry of Households, and you know the situation of money and food best. Mr. Xue feels that this time you will go to southern Xinjiang with the reinforcements. , How much food and grass can we raise?"

Xue Sizhong lowered his eyes knowingly, thought for a moment, and said: "I will do my best, judging from the harvest this autumn, I can gather about ten thousand stones of grain and grass."

"Crack", Wen Wujue put the teacup on the table, and made a clear sound, which startled Xue Sizhong.

But seeing Wen Wujue's face was calm, as if the soft sound just now was just inadvertently.

He said softly: "The Marquis of Anping asked for [-] shi in the booklet. Master Xue can only raise so much, and I am afraid that he cannot explain it to the soldiers in southern Xinjiang. After all, they are fighting bloody battles on the battlefield, but our logistics supplies cannot be in place. It is chilling. .”

Xue Sizhong wiped his sweat nervously, as if he was really overwhelmed, and said earnestly: "The prime minister is right, I must think of a way. Tomorrow is Xiumu, and I will discuss it with the servants of the household department." one time."

Wen Wujue nodded with satisfaction, "Then it will be hard for Mr. Xue, the situation is tense, please troubleshoot the food and grass in various places tomorrow, and make a list, then we will go to the court to discuss it."

Xue Sizhong quickly nodded and said yes, "Your official understands."

When he was leaving, Xue Sizhong sent Wen Wujue all the way outside the gate, seeing his small sedan was simple and not sheltered from the wind, he summoned his own carriage to come, and was extraordinarily attentive.

He waved his hand, "No need, Sir Lao Xue, I'm used to sitting in soft sedan chairs."

At this time, the time has passed, and in the middle of the night, there is actually a sliver of first snow, which adds a bit of chilliness.

Wen Wujue leaned over into the sedan chair, and Lu Jia lowered the curtain of the sedan chair, and saw that his face, which was still gentle and peaceful just now, had sunk a bit.

The street was quiet and silent, the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow, and only the slight sound of footsteps could be heard.

Lu Jia followed beside the sedan chair, frowning and thinking for a long time.

"Xue Shangshu seems to be very afraid of the prime minister, and he must not dare to deceive the prime minister."

This abrupt sentence stunned Wen Wujue in the sedan chair.

It took him a while to react, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Lu Jia was comforting him when he saw his complexion.

He has always been reticent, rarely speaks a word, and he is also dry, but he is sincere.

Thinking of Xue Sizhong, Wen Wujue said slowly: "That man is a smiling tiger, superficially skilled, but in fact he is obsequious and obedient. He is a cadaver. Forget it, I don't really want him to raise food and grass."

His voice was very soft, but Lu Jia listened carefully. After pondering for a long time, he couldn't figure out where Xue Sizhong was a duplicity, so he could only remain silent in the end.

After exiting Pingkangfang, there is Sicha Street intersection, other neighborhoods are quiet and quiet, except Furong Street on the opposite side is full of bright lights and full of laughter.

The bearer just turned his head and was about to go back to the prime minister's mansion when he suddenly heard a voice from inside the sedan chair, "Go to Furong Street."

Lu Jia was stunned.

Furong Street is a famous place for fireworks in Bianjing. On the bright side, there are singing and dancing, and talking about music and art, but behind the scenes, there are many shady and dirty activities.

"Prime Minister is going to Furong Street?" Lu Jia asked in a daze.

"Yes, Fuyin Pavilion on Furong Street."

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"Fuyin Pavilion?"

Xiao Guizheng twirled the small machine crossbow in boredom, but suddenly stopped, and the carp sat up straight.

"you sure?"

Xin He nodded hastily, "Yes, I saw him go in with my own eyes."

Xiao Gui's face was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and it was oppressive.

Xin He looked at his expression, and said maliciously, "Before, the emperor only passed by on Furong Street, had a cup of tea, and was reprimanded by the prime minister for being a coquettish and sure to lead to the defeat of the country. Now he can go in by himself." Yes, really! Only prime ministers are allowed to set fires, but kings are not allowed to light lamps?"

"Snapped!"

The wooden machine crossbow in someone's hand suffered a tragic accident and broke in two.

Xiao Gui said coldly: "What king is lighting the lamp? Did I go in?"

"That's right, the emperor didn't go in at all, and he was talking about lighting the lamps, slaves and servants should die." Xin He hurriedly echoed.

Xiao Gui couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes, "Can his sickly yellow body hold up?"

Xin He recalled that he had just entered the Fuyin Pavilion, surrounded by young ladies, all of whom looked wonderful.

So he lowered his voice and said, "I'm afraid he doesn't need to bother."

Xiao Gui didn't understand, he frowned and said, "No need to bother?"

When he saw the emperor's confused face, he realized that he didn't seem to understand the human affairs.

It's no wonder, being taught by that old-fashioned prime minister all day long, reading sage books all day long, what can you understand?

He glanced around, and at this time the night was quiet, he whispered: "Fuyin Pavilion, commonly known as the Xiaowanmen."

Xiao Gui: "..."

It took Xiao Gui a long time to realize what Xin He just said "don't bother".

"However, the Prime Minister's appearance and figure are top-notch everywhere. Besides, most men like him who is weak and weak. He doesn't have a sick beauty style."

Xin and the little eunuchs knew that Xiao Gui and Wen Wujue were at odds, so they all picked up what he liked to hear, and deliberately described Wen Wujue as weak and weak.Thinking of that dead face lying down with frost on his face, this scene made Xiao Gui feel goosebumps all over his body and felt deeply uncomfortable.

This is not only completely different from Wen Wujue's image, it's the opposite.

What's more, such a noble and arrogant person, who is so bold?I'm afraid he will have a hole punched out by his dead fish eyes before he gets up.

Seeing the questioning look on the emperor's face, Xin He said again: "Don't believe me, your majesty, everything is not groundless, there are rumors, and there are servants who have witnessed it with their own eyes, so it must not be wrong."

Xiao Gui frowned, grasping at the key words, "Rumours? Where did the rumors come from?"

"The emperor doesn't know in the deep palace. There are many books about the prime minister in the library. If the prime minister doesn't have these things, where can he get the material?"

He knew that these little eunuchs usually had a lot of chances to go out of the palace, and they often secretly brought them into the palace to write miscellaneous things.

"Bring it to me to see."

"This one……"

Xin He speculated whether it would be a good idea to do it. After all, if it got out, the prime minister would have to peel off his skin, and the emperor's little ancestor might not be able to keep him.

Seeing him hesitating and refusing to reveal himself, Xiao Gui's expression immediately sank.

"Are you afraid of being blamed by the prime minister?"

Xin He had no choice but to apologize and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is upright, you can't tolerate such things..."

Xiao Gui snorted, "Are you not afraid that I will kill you first?"

Xin He was taken aback, and immediately changed his words: "If the emperor wants to see it, the servants can just go and get it, but the emperor should not tell it, the servants are afraid that they won't be able to keep their heads."

Under Xiao Gui's gloomy expression, Xin He had no choice but to hand him a few volumes of story books in his collection.

Xiao Gui grew up so old, he has never read this kind of book.

But as soon as I opened it, I was disgusted by the bold text and explicit illustrations.

The writing is poor and the painting skills are poor. The Wen Wujue drawn is not to say that it is not similar, it has nothing to do with it.

Although he doesn't like Wen Wujue, he has to admit that his dead face is still gentle and handsome, how can it be so crude and blunt as in this painting?

He threw the book away with a hesitant expression, his mood got worse, and he simply lay on his back on the couch.

As soon as Li Ling came back from the House of Internal Affairs, when he entered the hall, he was hit on the head by a book.

He leaned over to pick it up, and when he saw the words and pictures on it, his face immediately darkened. Seeing Xin He poking his head in the inner hall, he made a rough guess.

It must be this scumbag who seduces the emperor to look at these obscene things.

He said to Xin He coldly: "The side hall hasn't been cleaned yet, what are you doing here?"

Xin He was single-handedly picked up by Li Ling. He was usually afraid of his coercion, and when he saw his complexion, he nodded submissively and left.

When Li Ling saw him go out, Fang changed his face, picked up the broken machine crossbow on the ground, "Oh! Your Majesty, why is this broken? Didn't you say that it is almost finished, and you are going to send it to the forbidden army barracks for trial in a few days?" Test your strength?"

Xiao Gui was restless, and he said in a bad mood: "The burning core is not good."

"This..." Li Ling fiddled with it, looked at the half-burned black core inside, and said, "Didn't you ask your servant to replace it with pure wood pine ointment last time? Could it be the slave below?" Is it not well done, not pure enough?"

"No."

Seeing his gloomy expression, Li Ling didn't want to ask more questions, but waited on him cautiously, "It took more than a month of hard work for the emperor to make this machine crossbow, and it broke because the burning core was not good. It's a pity." gone."

Probably because he really remembered his hard work this month, Xiao Gui finally sat up, took the wooden machine crossbow and observed it carefully for a while.

Li Ling hurriedly moved the candlestick over, watched him check and dismantle it, and removed the outermost layer of wooden tube, leaving only the bare core of the crossbow.

"Your Majesty, this wood pine ointment is not good, so can I replace it with something else?"

Xiao Gui pulled out the burning wick, stared at it and thought for a while.

"It's not that the wood pine ointment is bad, it's that it doesn't last long enough to burn, maybe the inside of the machine crossbow is too tight."

"This..." Now Li Ling couldn't understand, and couldn't answer.

Xiao Gui thought for a while, and made an analogy, "It's like a stove, where the fire is lit underneath, and there is no vent."

But if there is a vent for the machine crossbow, and the interior is looser, the whole body will become larger, and it is clumsy and heavy, which is not conducive to carrying it in a raid.

Li Ling suddenly realized, and hurriedly flattered: "The emperor is wise."

"Get out!" Xiao Gui kicked over, Li Ling's knees softened, and he staggered a bit, not annoyed, still holding the candlestick with a smile.

Xiao Gui's eyes fell on the candlestick, and he stared at it for a while, suddenly blessed to his heart.

"You take an ear pick, get some wax to wrap it and try it."

Li Ling was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react.

After tossing for a while, the two finally wrapped the melted wax on the burning core, waited for it to dry and solidify, and then inserted it into the center of the machine crossbow.

Then came to the imperial garden outside the hall. At this time, there was a lot of fine snow, and everything was silent.

Li Ling was holding an umbrella and carrying a small lantern, shivering from the cold.

Xiao Gui was not afraid of the cold, and slowly lit the second half of the burning wick left outside, watching the flame of the burning wick change from bright to dark, until completely invisible.

Then, with a "swoosh", a short arrow shot out from the top of the machine crossbow as if off the string, and disappeared into the black night in the blink of an eye.

"Go and see, where is it?"

Li Ling hurriedly trotted over, searched for a long time with a lamp, and finally found the short arrow in a thick bush.

Xiao Gui asked him to stand where he was, and he walked over by himself, counting his steps.

"More than 300 steps."

Xiao Gui frowned, obviously dissatisfied.

Li Ling watched the moon set in the east, and hurriedly persuaded: "Your Majesty, you have to go to court tomorrow, or else, let's rest first."