Nightwatcher Chapter 248: Who is loyal?

"Xu, Xu Yinluo?"

Wang Simu's eyes widened, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

It was indeed the voice of the old brother, Xu Qi'an.

Mounted and mounted a side look at the dog minion, surprised: "Brother-in-law?"

Wang Simu is Erlang's little concubine.........Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "Miss Simu and Erlang are in love, and it will be a matter of time for lovers to get married."

Wang Simu took a sip, shy, angry and sweet. From Xu Yinluo's words, we know that the Xu family is quite satisfied with her.

And her father never explicitly prevented her from interacting with Xu Erlang, and even took a tacit attitude. Otherwise, when she came back from Xu Mansion that day, his father would not specifically inquire about the situation of Xu Mansion.

Ah, isn’t this a kiss? Mounting was happy immediately, and her peach blossom eyes were bent into crescent moons.

Xu Qi'an went straight to the subject and said: "Miss Simu, I want to see Wang Shoufu. By the way, I just came in and saw the next person packing things. Why is this?"

Wang Simuli hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Father may have to resign!"

Resign? Xu Qi'an frowned. The first reaction was that after the death of Wei Gong, Emperor Yuan Jing cleansed the court situation and balanced the party power, so Wang Shoufu was to be removed from office.

In the past few days, Yuan Jing is trying to discredit Wei Gong, and he should have no time for Wang Shoufu to make a conclusion for this battle.

Is it too early to resign at this time?

Or Wang Shoufu knew that his career would be exhausted, and simply resigned early, and he would have a good ending.

"Where's Xu Yinluo, what can I do with my father?" Wang Simu's eyes were soft, staring at him. .

"If you call Yinluo, let me call you elder brother." Xu Qi'an turned off the topic.

He came to Wang Shoufu for help.

Wang Simu has nothing to do with this kind of unscrupulous man, helplessly said: "I will lead you over."

She made a please gesture.

Xu Qi'an and Lin'an followed behind her, walking through the corridor through the courtyard, towards the depths of the palace.

Wang Simu wore a light pink jacket, which was knee-length, and a long pleated skirt. When walking? The skirt and the skirt sway, soft and elegant.

Xu Qi'an examined it. This sister-in-law is tall? The ratio of hips to waist and shoulders is excellent? The appearance is also excellent? In addition, she and Xu Erlang are a match made in heaven.

The only downside? Smart, strong personality? And noble, such women are generally possessive.

Jiro will find it difficult to accept concubines in the future.

But it's okay, a good man? There should be a couple for life.

Xu Qi'an agrees with this principle? And feel that he is such a good man.

Seeing that he is about to come to Wang Shoufu's study? Xu Qi'an suddenly said: "I will go to the latrine."

Into the latrine? Take out a page of Wang Qi technique paper? Burnt out? Two rays of clear light shot out from his eyes, and then slowly converged.

When he came back, Lin'an and Wang Simu were nowhere to be seen, and only one of them was waiting.

Seeing Xu Qi'an returning, the villain greeted him? Respectfully said:

"Miss asked me to wait here? Said she and Lin'an Palace went to play in the boudoir? You can go in by yourself? She has notified the master."

The relationship is good, it's good. Is there a sister-in-law Wang Simu who is making suggestions? I am not afraid of being bullied... Xu Qi'an nodded, walked to the study room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Wang Zhenwen's mellow and gentle voice came from the study.

Xu Qi'an opened the door lightly. In the well-lit study room, the spacious and elegant, huanghuali wooden case, Wang Shoufu sat quietly, his muddy and tired eyes, his solemn and serious expression... ..... All the details show that the old man's state is extremely poor.

"Miss Simu said, Master Shoufu is going to resign?" Xu Qi'an smiled.

"Knowing that I can't hide from her!"

Wang Shoufu smiled helplessly: "Tomorrow will meet, I will beg for the bones, according to the rules, he will symbolically retain a few times, and then allow me to return home."

"Do you want to resign yourself?"

Xu Qi'an stared at him.

Wang Shoufu nodded: "Yes."

The feedback given by Wangqishu is truthful and never lied. Master Shoufu, this is a torrential retreat... Xu Qi'an still asked:

"Why is this?"

The Wang Qishu page was requested by the great scholar Zhang Shen after seeing the second uncle. No other spells were required. For a Taoist second-rank spell, there would be no other spells. effect.

Daomen's fourth-rank golden pill, it will not invade all the methods, let alone the second-rank.

As for Dean Zhao Shou, that Confucian magic book was his only inventory, which had already been consumed by Xu Qi'an and couldn't get anything else.

If you have to record it, you can record the spells of the Confucian system. It's just the words of the third grade Confucian. Xu Qi'an dare not use it. If you use it, it may not kill the second grade Joan of Arc, but it will definitely kill him. .

Hanging like him, after two trips to the gates of ghosts, there was a little bit of a shadow on the bragging Dafa of Confucianism.

"If you are unable to change, it is better to resign." Wang Shoufu said lightly.

"It's just because of Wei Gong, I'm afraid it's more than that." Xu Qi'an frowned.

Wang Shoufu hesitated slightly and shook his head:

"There is a hidden secret in it, you don't need to know it, it is not good for you. The old man is already discouraged and does not want to stay in the DPRK for a long time. It is a pity that this ancestor will die in that faint... ...."

Wang Shoufu shut up decisively.

Of course, his resignation was not just because of Wei Yuan. Today's sage is not a son of man. Today's supervisor is watching coldly. Although he is an extremely human minister, he is just a scholar. What can he do?

Thank Naihe!

If this is the case, the court will not wait.

It's just these secrets. Xu Qi'an, a small fourth-rank martial artist, doesn't need to know, knows too much, and suffers from it.

Wang Shoufu disheartenedly picked up the tea, took a sip of hot tea, and warmed his heart.

"Do you know that the food shortage is controlled by Yuan Jing?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

"Ahem..."

Wang Shoufu choked in shock and coughed violently. This sip of tea did not warm to the heart, and his mouth was hot.

"Do you also know?"

Master Shoufu looked at him in shock.

"Here I want to ask Master Shoufu for help!"

Xu Qi'an focused on the eyes of Qi Shu, staring at him intently.

...........

It was not until dusk that Xu Qi'an and Lin'an left the palace.

After sending the two away, Wang Simu walked straight to the study room, bright candlelight shining through the paper lattice door.

Boom!

She raised her hand, squeezing her slender fingers twice.

"Come in!"

Wang Zhenwen's voice came.

Wang Simu opened the door and heard the smell of burning paper. Looking sideways, his father Wang Zhenwen was sitting at the round table with a stack of books, several paintings, and a few calligraphy on his lap. Throw it in the brazier at your feet.

"Father, what are you burning?"

Wang Simulian stepped up and moved closer.

"Burn something written by young and ignorant."

Wang Zhenwen lowered his head, staring at the flames devouring the paper, his eyes also seemed to be jumping with flames.

"Father, I will help you."

Wang Simu sat down beside him, couldn't help but pick up a piece of calligraphy, unfolded it, and said in amazement:

"Here, this is the poem that you wrote before. Your Majesty praised you to make the poem amazing."

Wang Zhenwen's poems are very good. When he was young, he often mingled with poetry clubs. For most of his life, he also had a few very proud poems.

This is a poem about the Seven Laws of Loyalty.

After being praised by Yuan Jing, Wang Zhenwen was very proud and hung it on the wall for nearly thirty years.

"Burn it."

Wang Zhenwen snatched the poem from his daughter and threw it into the brazier. The flames rose instantly and swallowed the calligraphy that was older than Wang Simu.

Wang Simu was anxious, turned his head to look at his father, and was stunned.

Wang Zhenwen tears all the time.

"Father?"

Wang Simu trembled.

Since childhood, she has never seen her father cry, and for a while, she only felt that the sky had fallen.

Wang Zhenwen stared at the flame in the brazier, and whispered: "Father and Wei Yuan have fought for most of their lives, winning or losing. For his character, Dad has nothing to blame. To be honest, I admire it!

"What Dad doesn't agree with is his philosophy of governing the world. He is too domineering and unsympathetic. The officialdom is not for one person, but for a group of people. Only by attracting a group of people can you suppress a group of people. Then how to attract people? If you want others to listen to you, you have to feed them.

"Corrupt officials don't matter, they can do things. Only honest officials who talk empty-handed can mislead the country and the people. There are too few officials who can do things, but are honest and upright. To govern the country, you can't count on them.

"Wei Yuan is such a rare phoenix. He can tolerate small greed, but can't bear big greed. He can tolerate small evils, but can't bear big ones. A few years ago, he wanted to rectify the subordinates' morals and was pushed by me. Going back, it’s not a nonsense. If you want to rectify the people below, you must first clean up the people above.

"But the people on the top can't clean it, yearning, do you know why?"

Wang Simu pursed his mouth and tentatively said: "Your Majesty?"

Wang Zhenwen did not nod or shook his head, and sighed: "Now Wei Yuan died in battle, a man who has dedicated most of his life to Dafeng, but his Majesty is unwilling to give his name behind him, so he is a little bit affectionate.

"But Dad burned these today, not because he was affectionate, but the most ruthless emperor’s family. No matter how cruel it is to sit in that position. People like Wei Yuan are not few in the history books. They used to have them, and will pay Will be more.

"Father is sad that he can't do anything. More than 80,000 soldiers died for the great service, leaving more than 80,000 families of orphans and widows. Once the battle is determined to be defeated, the pension is halved... ..."

Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand, staring at the thick cocoon born out of holding a pen all the year round, exhausted:

"Holding a pen for decades, I can't even hold a knife. I can't help but see him ruining his ancestor’s six hundred years of inheritance. In normal times, he has no military power. All power is the emperor. Yes, you can take it back at any time. Useless is a scholar, and useless is a scholar.

"Father has read the book of sages and sages all his life, and the whole story is loyal to the king, loyal to the king, loyal to the king, daddy wants to ask Cheng Yasheng, who is loyal to his mother?"

He got up suddenly, kicked the brazier away, and sparks burst out suddenly.

"Who is his mother loyal!"

............

At the time of Mao, the sky was bright, and Emperor Yuan Jing wore a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown with hanging pearls on his head.

He stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the towering star-gazing tower.

After a long time, he turned and returned to the bedroom. The old **** was about to follow in, and the majestic and cold voice of Emperor Yuan Jing came from his ear:

"You don't have to follow."

The old **** then stopped.

After entering the palace, Emperor Yuan Jing walked on the smooth floor, bowed his head, step by step, as if measuring something.

After a dozen steps, he stopped, and Emperor Yuan Jing slashed his wrist with his fingertips, blood flowing.

Wandering on the ground into a twisted, weird formation.

After the formation was formed, Emperor Yuan Jing took out a transparent bead from his arms, the size of a fist, there was an eyeball in the bead, and his pupils were deep, staring at Emperor Yuan Jing indifferently.

This is the treasure of the witch **** sect, and it seals one eye of the witch god.

There is a trace of power of the witch **** inside.

Emperor Yuan Jing loosened the bead, it did not fall to the ground, hung in the air, and sprinkled with translucent energy.

As soon as these energies fell, they were dyed bright red by the formation of Emperor Yuan Jing's blood.

Vaguely, Emperor Yuanjing heard a painful dragon's roar from the ground. At the center of the formation, a golden light lit up, and immediately, a golden dragon head slowly emerged.

In the bead, that eyeball suddenly became much deeper, as if it turned into a whirlpool, producing a huge pulling force.

Golden Dragon kept shaking his head, trying his best to resist the suction, and issued waves of stern dragons that only special people could hear.

"Now that the air transport has dispersed, the dragon vein is unstable, but it is still a little bit, and it has to be shaken again. After finalizing Wei Yuan's matter, he immediately announced the world and the capital.

"The verbal abuse and resentment of more than three million people in the capital, the panic of three million people about the defeat of the war, enough beads to draw out the spirit of the dragon vein. Wei Yuan, what evil posthumous name should you give you?"

Emperor Yuan Jing raised the corner of his mouth, and suddenly turned around and walked outside the palace.

...........

At the time of Mao, it was dark.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who had spent the night, stretched their waists, and walked towards the Yamen gate together.

At this point, it happened to be the time of o'clock. Gongs and silver gongs kept coming in. Along the way, Song Tingfeng's eyes were strange.

Yesterday, the sight of him enduring the humiliation under his crotch is vivid.

At any rate, he is also a talented person in the realm of refining the gods, but unfortunately his bones are too soft, no matter how high his cultivation base is, he cannot be a leader.

Looking at him as a fool, I only felt that he was not stable enough, but now, it is totally unbearable.

Perceiving the gazes of his colleagues around him, Song Tingfeng's gaze darkened, and he immediately showed a nonchalant smile, maintaining a daunting posture.

Zhu Guangxiao's eyes hide sadness.

Originally, he should have suffered a humiliation under the crotch, because Song Tingfeng deliberately played cheap and threw his face on the ground, so that he could escape Zhu Chengzhu's troubles.

Zhu Guangxiao knows his personality, and would rather die than be humiliated by his hips.

He will get married at the end of the year, get married and start a business, and a beautiful life awaits him in the future. Song Tingfeng didn’t want to ruin the good life of his good brother, so he tore off his dignity and threw it on the ground. trample.

Looking at Song Tingfeng's pretentiously relaxed appearance, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qi'an again. He walked straightforwardly. After the news of Wei Gong's death returned to the capital, he was nowhere to be seen.

The Xu mansion went to the building to be empty.

In the future, you will either be incognito or wander around.

"If Ning Yan is here, I won't watch you get humiliated." Zhu Guangxiao gritted his teeth.

"Then die with me?"

Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes, and said with anger: "After Wei Gong died, the capital couldn't accommodate him. If he left, I will drive him away. If he doesn't leave, I won't be a brother."

Zhu Guangxiao grinned: "Yes."

Song Tingfeng suddenly "pooh" and cursed: "I don't know the address, alas, I hope there will be a goodbye in this life."

As soon as he walked to the door, Zhu Chengzhu, who ran into a saber at his waist and wearing a silver gong uniform, hit the front.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao bowed their heads and walked quickly.

"Stop!"

Zhu Chengzhu said abruptly, half-turning around, looking at the two of them, and asked: "Yamen, where are you two going?"

Damn it! Song Tingfeng cursed secretly, with a flattering smile on his face, nodding and bowing:

"Zhu Yin Gong, the two of us were on duty last night and are going back to rest."

Zhu Chengzhu was surprised: "You were worth the night last night? Why don't you know the silver gong."

Zhu Guangxiao raised his eyebrows immediately.

The order to be on duty last night was given by Zhu Chengzhu. Li Yuchun entered the prison, and Zhu Chengzhu accepted them both "enthusiastically".

Obviously ~IndoMTL.com~ Zhu Chengzhu deliberately made things difficult for them.

"Yes, yes, maybe we remembered it wrong." Song Tingfeng nodded repeatedly and bowed his knees: "Let's go back now, now go back."

Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach these two guys a lesson. Seeing that the surname Song is so humble, he shook his head and laughed.

He shouted at the two again, and said leisurely: "On duty tonight, I will trouble you two, please work hard. The two are friends with Dafeng's hero Xu Qi'an. They are both superb. Well."

This is not to let people rest, to make them exhausted?

Song Tingfeng clenched his fists several times and then loosened them, his face twitched slightly, but he did not dare to offend the other party, bowed and said: "Understand, understand."

He immediately turned around and led Zhu Guangxiao into the yamen.

Behind him, Zhu Chengzhu sneered and said: "Trash."

All around, people longing for Song Tingfeng's man to be beaten once were disappointed, showing an expression of hatred for iron and steel.

They don’t have the courage to burn the jade and stone, so they count on others to have it and use their sacrifices to satisfy their unwillingness.

At this moment, at the gate of the office, there was a "tsk tsk" sound: "What a great official authority, Zhu Yinluo."

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