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"Teacher, Mingxin took the little lady of the Luo family away, and the carriages and horses have already passed the second gate." Kong Richao picked up the booklet that was handed in through the crack of the door, flipped through it, and said to Fu Yu who was sleeping on the grand master's chair.

"Let him go, it can't be done." Fu Yu's face was covered with white gauze, and his words smelled like medicine, "Come and change my medicine." Refuse to pretend to others.

"Hey," Kong Richao put the booklet on the case, went to the ancient shelf, took down the medicine box and approached Fu Yu, his brows were raised, he couldn't figure out what the teacher was thinking for a moment, Ming Xin was the only son of the teacher, how could he just let him go like this He left without saying a word?

He raised his eyes and saw Fu Yu leaning on the grand teacher's chair, surrounded by a heavy old air, and looking up, Fu Yu's hand on his belly was covered with lines of time, Kong Richao suddenly came back to his senses—— The teacher is old and wants to let his son go.

"Da, da." Fu Yu tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and looked at Kong Richao with half-drooped eyelids.

Confused, Kong Richao rushed forward, opened the medicine box and began to change the medicine. The gauze and the meat grew together, and his hands trembled when he took it, but Fu Yu didn't raise his eyebrows.

In order to distract attention, Kong Richao took the initiative to start the conversation: "The palace sent news that His Majesty has secretly summoned Shi Xiuyuan many times recently."

There was a cold light in Fu Yu's eyes, "Song Yunli thinks the knife is too fast for fear of cutting himself, so he wants to change to a new knife."

Kong Richao had also guessed beforehand, so he said without hesitation, "Teacher, do you have a countermeasure?"

Fu Yu snorted and closed his eyes, leaned back on the chair and did not speak.

Kong Richao also shut up, and carefully applied medicine to Fu Yu, the wound on his face was too big, he needed hundreds of stitches, and because of excessive blood loss, he lay in bed for half a month before waking up.Moreover, even if the injury heals in the future, it will be considered disfigured. The famous Prime Minister Yumian in Beijing may have to change his name in the future.

Fu Yu didn't say anything for a long time, Kong Richao mistakenly thought he was asleep, so he put away the medicine box and bowed, pulled down the partition that blocked the sun, and was about to leave the study.

When he walked to the door, he heard someone behind him say, "What about Gongyangtu?"

"Mr. Gongyang sent the letter back. He has already met Wang Qu, but Wang Qu talked about him from left to right, and his attitude has never been clear." Kong Richao turned around and replied with lowered eyebrows.

Fu Yu groaned, and asked again: "Where's that kid?"

Which kid?Kong Richao couldn't help asking who, Mingxin, or Jiangdong... Thinking about this, Kong Richao was blessed to his heart, "Mr. Gongyang said that he is very peaceful." Kong Richao actually didn't know why the teacher would treat a fool The kid is very concerned. In his opinion, even if Song Ling has the lifeblood of Wang Shang as the teacher expected, but both money and power are indispensable in order to succeed. Now that Shangjing has been built by them to be like an iron pass, he doesn't believe that Song Ling alone can set off a wave. Waves come.

Fu Yu seemed to have seen through Kong Richao's thoughts, and said meaningfully: "Why do you think Song Yunli sent him to Jiangdong?"

Kong Ri said to himself, isn't this obvious? Emperor Changtong put all the shit bowls on their heads. In Song Ling's eyes, the disaster in Luofu was not entirely due to the prime minister?But without the tacit consent of Changtong, how could this step be achieved?

"To monitor Gongyangtu." Kong Richao said truthfully according to his own ideas.But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was also stunned, no, if Song Ling really believed Chang Tong's nonsense, why did he turn a deaf ear to what Chang Tong ordered and focus on fooling literature?

The corners of Fu Yu's mouth curled up slightly, and he stopped his smile. This was a hint of a smile, but it was more like a sarcasm. One day in the future, fierce soldiers will devour the Lord."

Speaking of this, Kong Richao added a sentence: "This time the Luo Mansion was confiscated, His Majesty specially decreed that the second son of the Luo Mansion has not entered the genealogy, has not been in the ancestral hall, and cannot be regarded as the Luo family. Song Ling was deliberately picked out, and now it is recorded in Anle In the name of the king."

"Hahahahahahaha," Fu Yu laughed out loud without warning, his chest heaved up and down like a bellows, the wound on his face burst open again, and the gauze was soaked in blood, "This is a good job, I think this young man Is there something that offended Song Yunli, he wants to protect him but also makes him dirty in small places." He laughed suddenly, and his tone became extremely mocking: "He has learned the emperor's mind thoroughly, but he has not learned the slightest bit of tolerance."

Who are you laughing at?Are you laughing at Song Ling?Xiao Changtong?Or laugh at himself?No one can tell, not even Fu Yu.

Kong Richao created a whirlwind at the bottom of his feet, and rushed out desperately, "Come on! Come on! Come on! Stop the bleeding!"

The government doctor bleeds on Fu Yuzhi tremblingly, and gave some precautions before stepping back

Kong Richao breathed a sigh of relief, and rang the bell to call for the servants to clean up the mess in the room.Fu Yu watched them clean up coldly, his eyes became colder and colder, as if he had finally made up his mind, and the sporadic hesitation was swallowed up.When the servants retreated, he cleared his hands and signaled Kong Richao to come forward, "The sky of the Li Dynasty should also change."

Kong Richao's face suddenly turned pale.

Jiangdong, Wangfu.

"My lord, I sent a greeting card under the door." The steward of the palace held a greeting card in his hand and waited outside the greenhouse.

"Didn't you say you haven't seen any visitors recently?" A generous and majestic middle-aged male voice came from the greenhouse.

The steward explained: "My servant said that this greeting card was sent by Master Chongping himself, and I didn't dare to dispose of it lightly, so I handed it over to the old slave." the road number.

"Sent by Fuyang?" Wang Qu's voice sounded a bit surprised. His son has always had a higher eye than the top and doesn't interact with others easily. Such as floating clouds and turbid things, he can't look down on them at all, and he can't pretend to those who are chasing fame. There are only a handful of people in the world who can catch his eyes.

Wang Qu pushed open the door of Huahua's room. He was about sixty years old and had a large stature. His cheekbones were slightly raised, his eyebrows were shaped like swords, his eyes were big and his nose was high, and the corners of his mouth were always pursed into a straight line. He looked as serious as Wang Fuyang Like seven points.Reaching out his hand to take the greeting post and inspecting it, his gaze paused slightly when he scanned the lower corner of the signature, "Shangjing Zhenguo General's Mansion, then junior Song Duyu worships, Zhenguo General's Mansion?"

The steward thought that Wang Qu didn't know who it was, and explained: "It's Mr. Song's taboo, and the family officials who came to Jiangdong with the patrol envoy, the two of them are also strange. Those who come together have to pay homage twice. I don't know what to do. What kind of name is it, master, do you want to see it?"

"Please come in," Wang Qu pinched the worship sticker behind his back, rubbed his thumb on the words "General Zhen Guo's Mansion", and sighed for a long time, "It's a pity."

Two days had passed since the General Zhen Guo's mansion was convicted, and the news had not spread to Jiangdong thousands of miles away, but the royal family and the imperial court have been at odds for years, how could they have no arrangement in Shangjing?It took only one day for Luo's affairs, and the next night he received an urgent request from Shangjing.

Then Song Ling was the only survivor in the Luo Mansion.

When the steward came to call, Song Ling was quite surprised, seeing him for the first time?When he came, he had already heard from Wang Fuyang that his father had a weird temper, and even if he was recommended by himself, he would most likely be rejected. He was already prepared to visit the thatched cottage, but he didn't expect this Can we meet?

Not only was Song Ling surprised, but Wang Fuyang, who was sitting next to him to accompany the guests, also said in amazement: "It seems that Duyu actually got my father's favor," and then turned to the steward to signal him to do things himself: "I will take Duyu in, You go and get busy."

"Master is waiting for your son in the study," the steward bowed and promised.

The layout of the palace is simple, elegant and quite elegant. The two walked through the bamboo forest and then the covered bridge built on the water. On the other side, a stretch of rare flowers was planted according to the order of height and the four seasons. I saw two or three huts dotted in the forest sporadically.

"I'll send it here," Wang Fuyang Xu pointed to one of the buildings, "I'll still be here waiting for you when I return."

Song Ling cupped his hands and said, "Chongping's help this time, Ling Ming feels very guilty."

Wang Fuyang laughed and said: "Let's go, the old man is the most impatient to wait for others, so be careful to shut you down, and it won't be too late to make false courtesy when you return."

As soon as he approached Baoxia, Song Ling saw an old man with an old-fashioned appearance waiting outside the door. He greeted him and apologized: "Your junior is so capable. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Please accept my respect from this junior." At the same time, he felt something was wrong, everyone said that the Patriarch of the Wang family had a weird temper, and that it would be better to take care of the flowers and plants and refuse to meet people easily, but why did the Patriarch of the Wang family treat him differently today?There must be a reason for this, and Song Ling was even more cautious when speaking.

The two saluted each other, Wang Qu led Song Ling into a bamboo pavilion, and there was a bamboo table in the pavilion, tea bowls were placed on their respective positions, and a set of Go was placed on the table, Wang Qu invited Song Ling to play.

After a game, Song Ling saw that the fire was coming, played with the shiny chess piece in his hand, and said with a smile: "The uncle treats the younger generation more affectionately than his own nephew, and brother Chongping regards the younger generation as a close friend. If the younger generation plays tricks again It's really not a son of man. Your Majesty sent juniors to Jiangdong, firstly to monitor Gongyang's private dealings with your mansion, and secondly to investigate the smuggling of salt in Jiangdong."

Wang Qu said boldly: "Thanks to my nephew for reminding me in advance, I am very grateful, but since my nephew is on good terms with Fu Yang, he should have a better understanding of my royal family's temper - the most impatient of the enemy. My nephew is a good old man. Come on, if you have something to say, it’s okay to say it.”

So impatient, Song Ling sneered in his heart. He didn't believe this kind of nonsense at all. The Wang family and Wang Fuyang were completely incomparable. Standing firm after thousands of years of wind and rain?

Just listen to this, don't take it seriously.

"Have you ever heard of my teacher, old man? Your Majesty intends to use my teacher to fight against Fu Yu." Song Ling looked at the green and choppy bamboo sea and said something seemingly casually.

Wang Qu stroked his gray beard and asked doubtfully, "I don't know the surname of Master?"

Song Ling clasped his fists and walked away to Beijing, "My master's surname is Shi Hao."

Wang Qu froze with a sudden smile, and tore off several beards with his hands.Shi Xiuyuan, contemporary young people may not be familiar with this person, but 20 years ago, it can be said that he has been heard all over the place. Wang Qu only heard that he disappeared after the failure of the political reform, but he didn't want to hear his name again today.

His mind was like lightning, and he thought about Song Linglai's intentions in an instant, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty wants to start the Tianfa again?"

Song Ling's eyes were as bright as cold stars, and as cold as frozen snow. He looked at Wang Qu and said without a word, "Exactly, this method is the foundation of breaking Fu Yu, old man, would you like to join us in this grand event?"