King's Landing [Rebirth]

On the day of the Xinting Wenhui, young disciples of the Gaomen gentry entered Jiankang City one after another in horse-drawn carriages.

Those who were invited were all very prestigious literati, who either devoted themselves to study or indulged in landscapes, but none of them were officials in the court. It seems that this literary meeting does not involve political affairs, and it is known for its elegance.

Sima Rong's heart is clear, Wang Shuzhi will never do anything useless, this time, he is probably trying to recruit talents under the guise of thinking that he will be friends.

Hearing the rumble of the carriage, Wang Shuzhi got up with a flick of his sleeves, and Ruyi tapped Sima Rong's forehead lightly, and said with a smile, "Go, follow me outside the pavilion to meet you."

Sima Rong answered yes, followed him down the steps, and saw Lu Zixiu get off the carriage from a distance, and was walking gracefully with wide sleeves, and his tooth hurt again.

As soon as Lu Zixiu raised his eyes, he saw Sima Rong. His gaze was fixed on him. He couldn't hide his concern. He paused for a while before moving away. He went forward and greeted Wang Shuzhi, "Lu Zixiu of Wu County pays his respects to the prime minister."

"Brother Zuo Wu came from a long way, so there is no need to be polite." Wang Shuzhi raised his hand with a smile, looked him up, then turned his head to look at Sima Rong, with unclear meaning in his eyes.

Sima Rong was no better than other servants in turning a blind eye to Lu Zixiu, so he cupped his hands respectfully and said, "Young man Wang Chi, I have met Mr. Lu."

When Lu Zixiu heard his self-reported new name, his tone was so unfamiliar, his eyes darkened, but he just smiled gently: "Excuse me."

After a short exchange of greetings, other people came one after another, and the new pavilion was soon full of people.

Sima Rong knelt and sat behind Wang Shuzhi. Although he lowered his eyebrows, he could feel Lu Zixiu's warm gaze from time to time. Even when he raised his eyes to meet his gaze occasionally, he could still feel the deep love in those black eyes. Knowing that I guessed it right nine times out of ten, I couldn't help but feel helpless, so I had no choice but to pretend that I was a statue and stand still.

Wang Shuzhi waited for everyone to be seated, and asked with a smile, "Do you know why this literary meeting is held in Xinting?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the hall was silent for a moment, not because no one knew the answer, but because everyone was thinking in their hearts whether they should respond to this sentence, or how to respond.

At the beginning of the Jin family's southward crossing, the family members across the river invited each other to have a banquet in the new pavilion. Because they were far away from their homeland, they couldn't help being touched by the scenery. At that time, everyone in the pavilion lamented the different scenery and the difference in mountains and rivers, and they shed tears. Wang Shuzhi's grandfather Wang Maohong got up He said indignantly: "You should be loyal to the court and unite everyone's strength. In the future, you will be able to repel the barbarians and take back the great rivers and mountains in the north. How can you cry like a subjugated slave?"

Now that Wang Shuzhi brought up the old story again, the significance is self-evident.

The people in the pavilion didn't hesitate for a long time, and they heard Lu Zixiu respond: "The old prime minister is dedicated to the country. Although he is dead, his words are still in his ears. Now that the court is employing people, we should respect and emulate him even if we have little talent and learning."

Wang Shuzhi glanced at him in surprise, scolded that old fox Lu Wen in his heart, and laughed loudly: "Well said!"

Everyone in the banquet changed their colors, especially the Jiangnan gentry, most of them were headed by the Lu family. After hearing Lu Zixiu's impassioned speech, those who had no intention of becoming an official couldn't help but start to waver and hesitate for a while. Not sure.

Wang Shuzhi was afraid that he would push people hard, so he smiled, shook his head and sighed: "The truth is that I miss my grandfather very much. I chose this place out of selfishness. I think about people when I see things, and I think about people when I see things. Please forgive me. Since Let’s make friends with literature, let’s not talk about other things today, how about having a glass of wine first?”

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly toasted.

There are many guards outside the new pavilion, and the clear voice inside the new pavilion is loud and clear. Some people even took out their own pianos to add to the fun. When the wine was full, it was like the grand occasion of the Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove. Wang Shuzhi leaned on the short table, smiling, and looking casual Sweeping around, it landed on Lu Zixiu's face at last, with a wider smile, he tilted his head and waved to Sima Rong.

Sima Rong felt that after Lu Zixiu stated his position, he looked at him more intensely. He was worried that he might be poked into a sieve, so he hurriedly leaned over to Wang Shuzhi's side: "What is the prime minister's order?"

With a smile on Wang Shuzhi's lips, he asked in a low voice, "You once served Young Master Lu, do you know when he wanted to become an official?"

Firstly, Sima Rong decided not to give Lu prefect face, and secondly, he had other considerations in mind, so he said honestly, "Maybe it was when the villain came to Beijing."

"Oh?" Wang Shuzhi was not surprised when he heard the words, obviously he had already seen Lu Zixiu's gaze from time to time, "So, it has something to do with you?"

Sima Rong didn't change his face: "The villain's status is low, this should be a coincidence."

Wang Shuzhi glanced at him, smiled lightly, and didn't ask any more questions.

Not far away, Lu Zixiu saw the scene of the two whispering in his eyes, his heart was hard to calm down, and then he looked at Sima Rong even more passionately.

Sima Rong was able to remain calm in the face of Wang Shuzhi's suspicions, even in danger, but this was the only incident that made him feel uncomfortable. In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he said in a low voice: " Please Prime Minister allow the villain to leave for a moment."

"Huh?" Wang Shuzhi turned to look at him, "What are you going to do?"

"..." Sima Rong paused, feigning embarrassment, "I'm afraid the villain may have eaten up his stomach this morning, so he urgently needs to go to the latrine to relieve himself."

Wang Shuzhi laughed and waved Ruyi at him: "Go."

As soon as Sima Rong came out of the pavilion, he immediately felt refreshed. Knowing that Wang Shuzhi was careful and thoughtful, he didn't dare to wander around casually, so he really went to the hut, found a clean stone to sit down on, and felt that smelling the stench was worse than staying in the hut. The pavilion was comfortable, and I counted the hours when the fallen leaves on the ground began to dry up.

Normally speaking, he is just a servant, and Lu Zixiu has already stated his position. The Lu family and the Wang family are completely in the same spirit. As long as Lu Zixiu speaks, Wang Shuzhi will definitely return him to the Lu residence without hesitation. It's no longer Yuan Sheng, Lu Zixiu might be disappointed.

Thinking that Yuan Sheng looked exactly like him, and was even stronger than himself on the sick bed, Sima Rong couldn't understand it. Good men, but don't they all like peerless beauties with creamy faces, graceful appearances, who can be blown down by a gust of wind? How am I like that?"

"Pfft..." A chuckle suddenly came from outside.

Sima Rong's expression froze, he hurriedly stood up from the stone, deliberately made a sound of arranging his clothes, waited for a while before walking out with lowered eyebrows, and asked, "Why is the prime minister here?"

"I'm worried, I'm afraid you will fall into the latrine, so I can't help but come over and have a look."

Sima Rong's face was stiff, and he was a little embarrassed: "How long has the Prime Minister been here?"

"Hmm... just came here, and I happened to hear about someone with a smooth face, a wonderful appearance, and a peerless beauty..."

Sima Rong: "..."

Wang Shuzhi was full of smiles, held the agarwood Ruyi against his chin and lifted it up, squinting his eyes to look him up, down, left, and right.

Sima Rong suddenly felt that he was stiff from scalp to toes like a stone statue standing against the wind, and even his jaw was slightly numb.

Wang Shuzhi looked back slowly after seeing enough, but found a slight blush on the tips of his ears in a glance, he couldn't help being stunned, and laughed: "Obviously his skin is very tender, but he still wants to look old-fashioned, why bother?" come?"

"..." Sima Rong blinked, and belatedly realized that the tips of his ears seemed to be burning. He froze, not knowing how to respond.

Wang Shuzhi tapped Ruyi on his head, turned around and walked up: "Go back, no one will pour me wine, I have to do it myself."

"..." Sima Rong followed closely behind, staring intently at the splendid cloud pattern on his wide sleeve, "Aren't there pavilions, towers and pavilions?"

"You are better than them, I sent them to serve others."

"..."

The two walked a few steps one after the other, and saw Wang Ting walking quickly from a distance, and said anxiously: "Prime Minister, His Royal Highness is coming!"

Wang Shuzhi paused, shook his head, and waved Ruyi helplessly: "It's really not too lively, I understand, I'll go to meet you right away."

Sima Rong's heart tightened, he hurriedly covered his stomach with both hands, and said in pain, "Prime Minister, I have a stomachache, I want to go to the latrine again..."

Wang Shuzhi turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "Are you really hungry?"

Sima Rong frowned and nodded at him, as if he was too uncomfortable to speak.

Wang Shuzhi raised his eyebrows, his eyes worried: "How bad is the pain?"

Sima Rong nodded again.

Wang Shuzhi turned around and told Wang Ting, "Go back to the mansion and invite Dr. Li over here."

Sima Rong's face changed, seeing that Wang Ting was about to agree, he hurriedly stopped him: "No need! I'll go and relieve myself!"

Wang Shuzhi hurriedly waved to him: "Go quickly."

"Thank you, Prime Minister!" Sima Rong hurried back to the hut, heaved a long sigh of relief, and looked out a little, and saw the Wang Pavilion rushing over in a hurry: "Prime Minister, the eldest prince and the fourth prince are here too!"

Wang Shuzhi had a helpless face, he didn't bother to say much, he just waved his hands lightly.

When Sima Rong heard that the First Prince was coming, he was so excited that he almost rushed out. Thinking of the excuse he made just now, he could only hold back his head patiently and circled the stone for a few times before he could calm down.

The eldest prince is the emperor's elder brother Sima Shan. His biological mother was originally a court lady, but later she was only granted a husband. Sima Shan was often bullied because of his low status when he was young.

Originally, Sima Rong wanted to use him, so he gave him a lot of ideas. After that, no one dared to bully him at will. When Sima Shan was happy, he became closer to him.

The two have been together for more than ten years, and Sima Rong has long since lost the intention to take advantage of him. Seeing his mellow temperament, he has always regarded him as a brother and supported each other.

If there is anyone in the palace who is the most trustworthy, there is no second choice except Sima Shan.

Sima Shan has no other hobbies, the only thing he likes is to inquire about news, this is also because Sima Rong is inconvenient to go out, Sima Rong couldn't help laughing while feeling emotional.

Today is so lively, how could he be missing his brother?