King's Landing [Rebirth]

Since the beginning of the Great Jin dynasty, it had set strict restrictions on the number of servants of the aristocratic families, but now wars are raging, and the Jin family moved south to Jiankang, many rules have gradually become decorations, and the Wang family owns half of the country. , people come and go in the prime minister's mansion, and it is really a rare and common thing that there are more servants, no one dares to say anything about it.

Sima Rong can think about it, even though his status is low and low, he doesn't even have a household registration, there are only a few items on the gift list, and even the calligraphy and paintings he brought with him are not as good, but at least he got his life for nothing, and he still has all hands and feet. It's not too late to think about how to live in the prime minister's mansion.

The wheels of the cart made soft or heavy noises on the quiet road. Sima Rong and three other people squeezed into a small bullock cart, quietly watching the marks made by the ground and the withered yellow leaves all over the ground. Suspicion gradually rose in my heart.

When the Wang family rebelled, the greenery in the palace was in full bloom, why is it late autumn in a blink of an eye?

After entering Jiankang territory, Sima Rong's injuries were almost healed. When he approached the city gate, he heard a sound of horseshoes not far away. The word "Yu" was written on the banner, and I was even more puzzled.

The Yu family is now an enemy of the Wang family. Now that the Wang family is rebelling, the first one to be eradicated is the Yu family. How can they enter the city so arrogantly?Is there another change in Beijing?

Seeing him staring straight at the city gate, a guard accompanying him by the car looked up, shaking his head and sighing: "Thanks to General Yu for suppressing the Southwest Rebellion, alas, there are wars every day, every year, and I don't know when." It's a head."

Sima Rong narrowed his eyes slightly: "There is another rebellion in the Southwest?"

"Ah?" The trilogy was confused, "Which time?"

Sima Rong's heart skipped a beat, his eyes darkened: "But the rebellion initiated by Cao Wu, a refugee from Yongping County?"

The man gave him a strange look: "You serve the Second Young Master all day, how could you not know? I don't know if it's Cao Wu, but Yongping County is real, and it's been nearly half a year."

General Yu Yu Mao and the refugees from Yongping County rebelled... This happened three years ago.

Sima Rong sat back in the car and closed his eyes to pretend to rest, but his mind didn't stop.

Three years ago, the Wang family showed no signs of rebellion. He was only 17 years old and coughed up a pool of blood in late autumn. Fortunately, the queen mother found a famous doctor to pull him back from hell.

Now that he has become Yuan Sheng, what about himself in the palace?Didn't escape the catastrophe and died directly?

After entering the city, Lu Wen called Sima Rong to the carriage in front of him. This prefect Lu was also a well-educated man, but from his speech and behavior, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with Yuan Sheng, and looked at Sima Rong very much. It was serious: "Zixiu has never intended to be an official, but this time he suddenly said that he wanted to go to Beijing, but are you trying to persuade him?"

Sima Rongxin said that you think highly of me, a lowly slave, but there was a submissive look on his face: "My lord, the villain doesn't know about this matter."

Lu Wen's face softened slightly, and he nodded: "Well, you will stay in the prime minister's mansion from now on, if Zixiu comes to ask for it, you must not agree, remember?"

"Little man, remember." Sima Rong should have agreed, but he felt inexplicable in his heart. Aside from being able to work, a domestic slave is no different from property. He has never heard of property that can speak by himself. Whoever owns the property depends on it. The prime minister gave orders, and Lord Lu probably just told him to beat him.

Sima Rong opened the curtain and got out of the carriage. As soon as he turned around, someone smashed him lightly. He looked down and saw a round orange lying in his arms. Before he recovered, he was hit by a sachet again. .

At this moment, they were on the bustling and bustling streets of Jiankang City. Regardless of their age, eight out of ten women on the side of the road were looking at him with admiration in their eyes, but they were somewhat puzzled when they looked at him, who was dressed in coarse cloth and short brown. He got out of the carriage and walked to the bullock cart behind, all showing regretful expressions.

After Sima Rong got into the car, he calmly put his things away, and laughed in his heart: Da Jin loves beauty, especially handsome men, and he also loves noble sons from wealthy families. No matter how good-looking a poor servant is, he is still illiterate How can a humble servant have an overwhelming talent, but in this world, what is the use of talent?

The other three people in the car looked enviously at the oranges and sachets beside him, Yuan Feng scratched his head honestly, and said with a smile: "With Yuan Sheng's appearance, if he wears a toga with large sleeves, he might be able to fascinate many people." !"

Sima Rong's brows moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered that he had never looked in the mirror since his rebirth.

After entering Wuyi Lane and walking to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, they got off the bullock cart and followed Lu Wen. Lu Wen entered through the main entrance after handing over the name card, and they were led in through the side entrance, and were placed again. Go to a side room and wait for the summons.

After waiting for a long time, I suddenly heard a majestic and angry shout from the front: "Where is the prime minister? Where has he gone!"

"Go back to Da Sima, Prime Minister...he went to Qinhuai River..." The voice was submissive, it must be a servant of the mansion.

Da Sima is Wang Yu, the uncle of Prime Minister Wang Shuzhi, Wang's uncle and nephew are all in the court, one holds a gun, the other holds a pen, and almost takes over the entire Jinjiang Mountains, although now the emperor is very afraid of them and has begun to deliberately suppress them , but this foundation cannot be shaken for a while.

Wang Yu had a violent temper, and immediately became furious: "What is he doing there! I waited with Xi Taiwei all day and didn't see him. Has your word reached it?"

"The words, the words arrived, and the prime minister nodded, but after noon, he said he was going to swim the Qinhuai River. The villain reminded him repeatedly, but he just said he didn't remember. The villain couldn't help it, so he had to let him go."

"Nonsense! Who did he bring?"

"This..." The servant hesitated for a moment, and replied honestly, "Bringing the eight beauties rewarded by His Majesty..."

The footsteps outside became heavier, it seems that Wang Yu was pacing back and forth in anger, and heard a servant carefully say: "Wu Commandery Lu Taishou came to visit, the villain has asked him to sit down and wait, and the prime minister will also send someone there Please."

"Huh? Huh." Wang Yu didn't seem to be surprised, only anger remained, "Hurry up and let the prime minister come back, what are you talking about!"

"Yes!"

Sima Rong heard the footsteps outside gradually receding, guessing that Wang Yu went to meet Lu Wen.

Since the Jin Dynasty went south, there have been internal and external turmoil, Hu people invaded the north, and refugees rebelled in the south. Even the aristocratic families have never been at peace. Suppress.

For example, Lu Wen, the prefect of Wu County, was as talented as many ministers in the court, but he was only a local prefect. Even if some people took office in Beijing, they were just trivial errands.

Although the two aristocratic families have tended to be peaceful on the surface in recent years, there are still turbulent undercurrents underneath.

But what Sima Rong saw today was a little different. It seems that the Lu family and the Wang family are not unfamiliar, and it is obvious that they have been in contact in private for a long time.

Although it is very rare, but thinking of the rebellion and seizure of the palace three years later, I feel that everything makes sense. It seems that the Wang family already has a sense of crisis, and they are deliberately trying to win over the Wu family, just in case.

Sima Rong and the others waited quietly for a long time, until it was dusk, when they finally heard something outside. It was Wang Shuzhi who had returned. Afterwards, they were taken to the backyard for a simple dinner, and then they came back and waited. It was only when I was drowsy that I heard the steward coming over to send a message: "The prime minister asked you to go there, and you all come with me."

The steward ordered all the way: "From now on, you will be in the prime minister's mansion. You don't need to change your name, but you have to change your surname. It just so happens that the prime minister is in a good mood today and is free. You are lucky. The prime minister will personally arrange the future errands. What will the prime minister ask you later?" Just answer."

Several people followed into the main courtyard, then entered the side room on the east side, crossed the high threshold, and stopped in front of a screen.

The scenery painted on the screen is smoky and misty, like a fairyland. It must be Wang Shuzhi's handwriting. A lamp behind him reflects Wang Shuzhi's slightly lazy figure on it.

Several people stepped forward in turn, bypassing the screen to meet Prime Minister Wang and accept inquiries.

"What's your name? What do you know?" Wang Shuzhi's figure didn't move, only an object in his hand was slowly swinging up and down, reflected on the screen, it couldn't be seen clearly, but his voice was extremely pleasant, like a jade stone hitting each other, worthy of the reputation of being unparalleled.

"Back to Prime Minister, the villain's name is Yuan Feng, and he can do some rough work, including fetching water, cooking rice, and chopping firewood."

"Back to the prime minister, the maidservant is Yuan Xing, who can grind ink and needle and thread."

Several people went in to explain themselves clearly, Wang Shuzhi's figure had never moved, and finally got a little impatient, raised his forehead and waved the object in his hand: "The last one."

Sima Rong went around the screen and knelt down to salute. When he straightened up, he looked up and saw only a profile covered by his sleeves. Wang Shuzhi was sitting reclining and low in his wide-sleeved thin shirt, with a casual posture. No wonder there was a light fragrance when I first came in.

"What about you?" Wang Shuzhi moved his wrist slightly, and his wide sleeves slid down and landed on the chessboard beside him, revealing a white and strong arm, with the elegance of a literati, but not the thinness of a literati.

Sima Rong quickly took a look at his figure, and he was [-]% sure that he was not the one who gave him the sword in the chest. With a thought, he replied, "Go back to the prime minister, a villain can talk with hands."

"Huh?" Wang Shuzhi paused as he tapped his knee lightly, and looked up.

Sima Rong knew that he was not someone who would take nothing for granted, so he gathered his energy and looked at him calmly.

Wang Shuzhi was very interested. Although he didn't smile on his face, there was a three-point smile in his eyes naturally. Anyone who had seen Wang Shuzhi would praise his eyes as agate, deep and radiant. With a natural romantic charm.

Sima Rong recalled that the face he saw before he died was [-]% similar to his, but it was rougher and less magnanimous, so he guessed it was his cousin Wang Chongzhi, but he didn't know how much he had done in it for the rebellion. time.

"Do you know how to talk?" Wang Shuzhi sat up slightly, and Chen Xiang Ruyi tapped on his palm, with a touch of judgment. He only felt that the person in front of him was very calm, and his two black eyes were extremely quiet, so deep that he couldn't see Bottom like.

Sima Rong replied neither humble nor overbearing: "I understand a thing or two."

Wang Shuzhi nodded, flicked his wide sleeves, and pointed at the chessboard with his wishful handle: "Try."

The author has something to say:

A girl asked, so Liuli explained that "hand talk" is the elegant name of Go, and girls who know it ignore it. ╭（╯3╰）