King's Landing [Rebirth]

Xia Zhizhang sat on the table, dressed in plain clothes, with an old face, picked up the teacup and blew on it, brought it to his mouth and put it down again, sighed softly, turned to the attendant behind him and said, "Did you bring in all the gifts? But are there any leaks in the car?"

The attendant replied respectfully: "All those that have never leaked have been brought in."

"Yeah." Xia Zhizhang nodded, turned back and picked up the teacup again, blew it three times but didn't drink it, fell into deep thought, and after waiting for a long time, he heard a sound of wooden clogs, and hurriedly got up to meet him, "The next official pays homage to the prime minister .”

"Excuse me, Mr. Xia doesn't have to be so polite, please take a seat." Wang Shuzhi raised his hand with a smile.

He was originally tall, but now he was wearing a pair of high-toothed clogs, and he was a little taller. He also put on a leisurely long-sleeved gown. Serene and elegant.

In contrast, Xia Zhizhang looked haggard and dressed in plain clothes, which seemed a little rude.

Wang Shuzhi looked at him, but he didn't know, and after taking his seat, he asked, "I don't know why Master Xia is here today?"

"The lower official has always felt guilty about the assassination of the prime minister, so he boldly came to greet him." Xia Zhizhang said, turning his head and beckoning to the attendants, and said, "This time, I have prepared some small gifts and nourishing things. Let's talk about it. I hope Mr. Yan Qing will take care of himself soon."

Xia Zhizhang said it politely. In fact, he had already found out that Wang Yanqing was born as a servant, and his noble status was far from what he guessed. What's more, he can also see that Wang Shuzhi has a good eye for that servant, and he will make mistakes when he makes mistakes, and it is beneficial and harmless to flatter him.

Wang Shuzhi smiled and said: "Master Xia is really polite. Yan Qing is still recovering from his injuries, so it is inconvenient for him to come out. I will thank him first."

Xia Zhizhang asked again: "I wonder how Young Master Yan Qing is injured now?"

"Master Xie Xia is concerned, and he has recovered a lot." Wang Shuzhi knew that he didn't intend to come to visit, so he asked casually, "Is Mr. Xia still in the monastery?"

Xia Zhizhang's face turned pale, his lips trembled suddenly, and tears came down, he put down the teacup with shaking hands, and cried on the ground: "The prime minister doesn't know, Xiaguan's nephew suffered a disaster in Chaoyin Temple, and now he is dead. , I only have two daughters under my knees, and I have always regarded him as my own son, but now I have ended up with a white-haired man sending a black-haired man..."

Wang Shuzhi was shocked, and hurriedly got up to help him up: "Why did this happen suddenly? No wonder Master Xia looks gloomy today. Please give me condolences. Don't overwork yourself, and be careful not to hurt your body."

Xia Zhizhang asked him to help him up, and told the whole story with tears in his eyes, and finally said: "The nephew of Xiaguan is pure in nature, although he was bewitched to make a big mistake this time, he still has the heart to repent. Unexpectedly, the person who used it was so ruthless that he insisted on putting him to death."

Your nephew is pure in nature, so the knife on my Yan Qing's back was grown by himself?

Wang Shuzhi laughed secretly when he heard it, and glanced at the plain clothes on his body, and couldn't help showing a little pity.

Nowadays, wives and children are scattered and families are broken up. People in the world mourn and feel sad. They only lament that life is too short. They have already developed a habit of not being bound by etiquette. Under Su Yan, it can be seen that although he looks cautious, he is not a rigid person.

Wang Shuzhi knew that he had a grudge with the crown prince, so he comforted him, and finally said lightly: "Master Xia has a lot of talent, but he has been trapped in Yixing County. The truth is, I think it's a pity! May I How about writing a book and recommending you to the court?"

This is what Xia Zhizhang came here for. Hearing what he said, his eyes lit up immediately, he hurriedly performed a big gift, said a lot of grateful words incoherently, and said very respectfully: "Prime Minister I have the kindness to know you, and I am willing to do the work of a dog for the prime minister!"

Wang Shuzhi smiled and helped him up again: "Master Xia is serious, I originally wanted to recommend you as the Minister of the Household Department, but the crown prince already has a candidate, so I will not argue with him, so how about recommending you as Shang Shulang?" ?”

Xia Zhizhang is not stupid, so how can the Minister of the Household Department, who has guarded a small county for many years, be able to do it?Shang Shulang is an important position, the deputy of the minister, and has the intention of supervising the Shangshu. It would be even better if he happened to be the Shang Shulang of the Ministry of Households.

Just as he was thinking this way, Wang Shuzhi said calmly, "Let's go to the Minister of the Household Department. It happens that the Household Department has changed a lot recently, so it would be more appropriate to recommend you."

Xia Zhizhang was determined: "Thank you, Prime Minister!"

"There is no need to thank you so early, everything has not yet been determined."

"Regardless of whether you can enter Beijing or not, the prime minister is willing to support you, and the lower officials are all grateful."

Wang Shuzhi smiled lightly, and after he left, he quickly wrote a letter and ordered someone to send it to Beijing as quickly as possible.

This year was colder than previous years, heavy snow fell one after another, General Yu's Northern Expedition suffered repeated setbacks, and various families in the court fought against each other, and the emperor's head was as big as a fight.

The Wang family took a step back, no longer competing for the position of Hubu Shangshu, and turned to Hubu Shangshulang, the emperor was even more troubled. If he refused to agree this time, he really couldn't justify it. In the end, he couldn't, so he had to agree.

The change of the situation between the court and the central government seems to be turbulent, but in reality, no one side has suffered a big loss, and it is a waste of time.

The emperor was frustrated and had no choice but to turn his hopes to the war in the north.

In the twinkling of an eye, the year had passed, the snow had not cleared, and the chill was still hitting people. The wound on Sima Rong's back was almost healed, and he sat opposite Wang Shuzhi across the table in the pavilion. Well, then I had nothing to do, so I got up and walked out of the pavilion, looking around, I saw a white world.

Although rebirth is a great favor from God to him, Sima Rong still feels regretful when he thinks that there is no one around him, and he can't help but sigh in his heart. Going to the fiefdom, have you ever found the miracle doctor? There are too many things I want to know, but there is nothing I can do.

During the period of being injured, it can be said that he never went out, surrounded by Wang Shuzhi's people, even without those people, he was staring at him all day long, and it was not easy to do something.

No matter how worried Sima Rong was, his face remained indifferent. Wearing a green shirt, he stood in the ice and snow without saying a word or moving.

Sitting in the pavilion, Wang Shuzhi sometimes raised his eyes to look at him like a demon, sometimes he focused on his pen, hung the pen lightly, and every stroke and painting was full of affection. After finishing the painting, he looked up again, very satisfied , couldn't help laughing slightly.

"Hey..." A clear and playful laugh suddenly came from behind.

Wang Shuzhi was slapped on the shoulder by someone, and he woke up suddenly. He didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Wang Yunzhi, the daughter of his cousin. Did it make any noise? When did the family raise such a big cat?"

"I stepped on the snow until it creaked and creaked. You two didn't turn your head. Are you out of your mind?" Wang Yunzhi was lively and joyful, and when he saw Sima Rong turning his head, he immediately put on a straight face and imitated The man cupped his hands and saluted like that, "Brother Yan Qing!"

Sima Rong couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to return the gift.

The defense of men and women in the Jin Dynasty is not strict at all. Wang Yunzhi is only fourteen years old, and he doesn't like to be restrained. Seeing Sima Rong's appearance of obeying the rules, he laughed, and turned his head to stare at Wang Shuzhi: "Cousin, I will learn from Brother Yan Qing." Do you like it?"

"Like!" Wang Shuzhi nodded and smiled, "It looks like an old master."

Wang Yunzhi smiled in satisfaction, and suddenly leaned over: "Huh? Did you draw brother Yan Qing?"

Sima Rong was taken aback.

Wang Shuzhi glanced at him with a smile: "Well, how is the painting?"

"The artistic conception is open-minded, the scenery is beautiful and the people are beautiful!" Wang Yunzhi nodded in praise, "My father can only draw pictures of ladies, I am tired of seeing them, so this is better!"

While talking, a servant hurried over: "Prime Minister, Madam asked you to come over."

Wang Shuzhi rolled up the painting: "What is it?"

"Madam picked out a few girls and they are dancing in the front hall. She said she wants you to take a look and see if you like them."

"What's there to see here?" Wang Shuzhi waved his hand, "No, just let her choose one for me."

"This..." The servant looked embarrassed.

Wang Yunzhi didn't mind the excitement: "Go, let's go, I want to see it too!" Then he pulled him up.

Wang Shuzhi got up helplessly, and walked to Sima Rong's side: "Go, come with me."

Sima Rong paused, lowered his eyes and answered "Yes" respectfully.

Wang Shuzhi stuffed the painting into his hand and said with a smile, "For you."

Sima Rong raised his eyes to look at him, saw the burning intent in his eyes, quickly withdrew his gaze, and tightened his hands: "Thank you, Prime Minister!"

Back in the main courtyard, through the long corridor, the sound of silk and bamboo can be faintly heard. Wang Yunzhi rushed to the side door first, stepped over the threshold, walked to Mrs. Wang, and poked his head through the screen: "Auntie, you asked your cousin to pick these women. What are you doing? Do you want to marry into the house?"

Sima Rong paused.

Wang Shuzhi walked over and tapped on the back of her head, and said with a smile, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mrs. Wang raised her eyebrows, and said with a low laugh, "It's just for temporary use. These are prostitutes, how can they enter our house?" Then she waved to Wang Shuzhi, "Come here and pick it out, how can you say it? It cannot be underestimated."

Subconsciously, Wang Shu turned his head and glanced at Sima Rong, and met his gaze. Seeing him hastily turned his gaze away, he felt heart palpitations. Glancing out of the screen, he pointed casually: "That's it, the one in the pink skirt."

Mrs. Wang looked the woman up and down, turned her head to look at him, and asked seriously: "Do you like people with long faces?"

Wang Shuzhi: "..."

Seeing that he was stunned, Mrs. Wang ignored him, waved her hand casually to signal him to leave, and then showed a thoughtful expression on her face.

Wang Shuzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he turned around and was about to leave, when he heard Wang Yunzhi grinning and said: "There is no one that looks good, it's not as good as brother Yan Qing."

Sima Rong: "..."

Wang Shuzhi stopped in his tracks, looked up at him, saw that his face was stiff, and burst into a muffled laugh.

Out of the front hall, Wang Shuzhi stopped, and when he came to his side, he held his hand, squeezed it, and smiled softly: "Yan Qing, why don't you pretend to be a girl and go with me, it must be a national It looks heavenly."

Sima Rong's face darkened slightly: "If the Prime Minister is dressed as a man, he must be even more powerful."

Wang Shuzhi nodded and smiled: "Who says it's not."

Sima Rong: "..."