Nightwatcher

"Xu, Xu Yinluo?"

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

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

Zhan Zhan glanced sideways at the dog slave, and asked in surprise, "Sister-in-law?"

Wang Simu is Erlang's concubine. Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "Miss Simu and Erlang fall in love, and it will be a matter of time before lovers get married."

Wang Simu spat, shy, angry and sweet. From Xu Yinluo's words, it can be seen 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's residence that day, her father would not specifically ask about the situation of Xu's residence.

Ah, isn't this more kissing? Immediately, she was happy, her peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons.

Xu Qi'an got straight to the point, and said: "Miss Simu, I want to see Wang Shoufu. By the way, I just came in and saw the servants packing things. Why?"

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

Resign? Xu Qi'an frowned, his first reaction was that after the death of Duke Wei, Emperor Yuan Jing cleaned up the situation in the court and balanced the power of the party, so he wanted to oust Wang Shoufu.

However, Yuan Jing has been working hard to discredit Duke Wei these past few days, trying to draw conclusions about this battle, so he probably doesn't have time to deal with Wang Shoufu.

Is it too early to resign at this time?

Or Wang Shoufu knew that his official career was coming to an end, so he simply resigned early, and he could have a good ending.

"Where is Xu Yinluo, what do you want to do with my father?" Wang Simu stared at him softly.

"If you call Yinluo, you'll see me. Let's call him big brother." Xu Qi'an changed the subject.

He came to Wang Shoufu to ask for help.

Wang Simu had nothing to do with such an unscrupulous man, and said helplessly, "I'll lead you there."

She made a please gesture.

Xu Qi'an and Lin'an followed behind her, walking through the corridors and courtyards all the way to the depths of the palace.

Wang Simu wore a light pink beige, knee-length, and a pleated skirt. When walking, the skirt and beige shake, soft and elegant.

Xu Qi'an took a closer look, this sister-in-law is tall and tall, with an excellent hip-to-shoulder ratio, and good looks, plus the first daughter-in-law, beautiful and intelligent, she and Xu Erlang are a match made in heaven.

The only downside is that women who are smart, have a strong personality, and have a noble status are generally very possessive.

It will be difficult for Erlang to take concubines in the future.

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

Xu Qi'an agrees with this truth very much, and feels that he is such a good man.

Seeing that he was about to come to Wang Shoufu's study, Xu Qi'an suddenly said, "I'm going to the toilet."

After entering the latrine, he took out a page of qi wang paper and burned it up. Two clear lights shot out from his eyes, and then slowly converged.

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

Seeing Xu Qi'an's return, the villain came up to meet him and said respectfully:

"Miss asked me to wait here, saying that she and His Royal Highness Lin'an were going to play in the boudoir. You can go in by yourself. She has notified the master."

The relationship is good, very good, with Wang Simu's sister-in-law offering advice, I am not afraid of being bullied. Xu Qi'an nodded, walked to the front of the study, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

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

Xu Qi'an gently pushed open the door room. In the well-lit study room, it was spacious and elegant. Behind the big huanghuali wooden case, Wang Shoufu sat silently. His cloudy and tired eyes, his solemn and serious expression, all the details showed clearly. The old man's condition is extremely poor.

"I heard from Miss Simu that Mr. Shoufu is going to resign?" Xu Qi'an laughed.

"I know I can't hide it from her!"

Wang Shoufu smiled helplessly: "Tomorrow, I will beg for the bones at the court meeting. According to the rules, he will keep it for a few times symbolically, and then allow me to retire and return home."

"You want to resign yourself?"

Xu Qi'an stared at him.

Wang Shoufu nodded: "Yes."

The feedback given by the Qi Wang Technique is the truth, and he never lied. Mr. Shoufu is retreating in a torrent. Xu Qi'an still asked:

"how so?"

The Wang Qi spell paper was asked for by the great Confucian Zhang Shen after seeing the second uncle. He didn't ask for other spells. The spells of the fourth rank and below would have no effect at all for a second rank of the Taoist sect.

A fourth-rank golden elixir of the Taoist sect can be invulnerable to all laws, let alone a second-rank one.

As for Dean Zhao Shou, the Confucian magic book is his only stock, which has already been consumed by Xu Qi'an, and he has nothing else to offer.

If you have to record it, you can record the spells of the Confucian system, but Xu Qi'an dare not use the words of the third-rank Confucianism. If you use it, you may not be able to kill the second-rank Joan of Arc, but it will definitely kill him.

As strong as he is, after two trips to the ghost gate, he has a little shadow on the Confucian bragging and Dafa.

"Since there is no power to change, it is better to resign." Wang Shoufu said lightly.

"It's just because of Duke Wei, maybe it's more than that." Xu Qi'an frowned.

Wang Shoufu hesitated slightly, shook his head and said:

"There is something hidden in it, you don't need to know, it's not good for you. The old man is already disheartened, and he doesn't want to stay in the court for a long time. It's a pity that the country passed down by the ancestors will perish in that faint."

Wang Shoufu shut up decisively.

Of course, his resignation was not just because of Wei Yuan's affairs. The current emperor is not a son of man, and the current prison officer is watching coldly. Although he is an extremely human minister, he is just a scholar. What can he do?

In vain!

That being the case, it doesn't matter if the court doesn't wait.

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

Wang Shoufu picked up the tea disheartened and took a sip of hot tea to warm his cold heart.

"Do you know that Yuan Jing manipulated the shortage of food?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

"Cough cough."

Wang Shoufu choked in shock, and coughed violently. The tea didn't warm his heart and burned his mouth.

"you know too?"

Lord Shoufu looked at him in shock.

"I'm here to ask Lord Shoufu for a favor!"

Xu Qi'an's eyes, which were built with qi-watching skills, stared 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 went straight to the study room, bright candlelight shone through the paper lattice door.

Boom!

She raised her hand, and clasped her slender fingers twice.

"Come in!"

Wang Zhenwen's voice came.

Wang Simu pushed open the door and smelled the smell of burning paper. Looking sideways, his father Wang Zhenwen was sitting at the round table, with a stack of books on his lap, a few paintings, and calligraphy, all of them Throw it into the brazier at your feet.

"Father, what are you burning?"

Wang Simu stepped closer and closer.

"Burn something written by youth and ignorance."

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

"Father, I'll help you."

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

"Here, this is the poem you wrote before, your majesty even praised your poem for being amazing."

Wang Zhenwen's poems are very good. When he was young, he often went to poetry clubs. After most of his life, he also had a few good poems that he was very proud of.

This is a poem about the seven laws of loyalty to the emperor, which is soul-stirring.

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 devoured the calligraphy that was older than Wang Simu.

Wang Simu was in a hurry, turned to look at his father, and was stunned.

Wang Zhenwen burst into tears.

"father?"

Wang Simu trembled.

Ever since she was a child, she had never seen her father cry, and for a while, she felt that the sky was falling.

Wang Zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier, and said in a low voice: "Father and Wei Yuan have fought for most of their lives, winning and losing. I have nothing to criticize for his character. To be honest, I admire him very much!

"What father doesn't agree with is his idea of ​​governing the world. It's too domineering and ruthless. The officialdom is not for one person, but for a group of people. Only by wooing a group of people can you suppress a group of people. Then how to woo people? You want to let If others listen to you, you have to feed them.

"Corrupt officials don't matter, as long as they can do things. Honest officials who talk empty-handed are the ones who harm the country and the people. There are too few officials who can do things and are upright. To govern the country, you can't count on these rare and rare ones.

"Wei Yuan is such a rare person. He can tolerate small greed, but not big greed. He can tolerate small evil, but not big evil. A few years ago, I pushed him back when he wanted to rectify the atmosphere of subordinate officials. Isn't this nonsense? If you want to punish the people below, you must first clean up the people above.

"But the people above can't be cleaned, Simu, do you know why?"

Wang Simu pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty?"

Wang Zhenwen didn't nod, didn't shake his head, and sighed: "Now that Wei Yuan has died in battle, a person who has devoted most of his life to Dafeng, yet His Majesty doesn't even want to give his posthumous name, it's a bit ruthless.

"But Dad burned these things today, not because he is ruthless, the most ruthless emperor's family, sitting in that position, no matter how ruthless he is. People like Wei Yuan, there will be many in the history books, there have been in the past, and there will be more in the future .

"Father is heartbroken that he can't do anything. More than 80,000 soldiers died for Dafeng, leaving more than 80,000 households with orphans and widows. Once the battle is determined to be a defeat, the pension will be halved."

Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand, staring at the thick calluses that had grown out of holding the pen all the year round, feeling exhausted:

"I have held a pen for decades, and I can't even hold a knife. I can't bear to watch him destroy the 600-year-old foundation of his ancestors, but he can't do anything. He is usually beautiful, and he has no military power in his hands. All power is given by the emperor. You can take it back at any time. Nothing is a scholar, and nothing is a scholar.

"Father has read books of sages and sages all his life, and the whole text is loyal to the emperor, loyal to the emperor, and loyal to the emperor. I want to ask Cheng Yasheng, what kind of emperor is loyal to his mother?"

He stood up suddenly, kicked the brazier away, and sparks exploded suddenly.

"What kind of king is loyal!"

At Maoshi, the sky was bright, and Emperor Yuan Jing was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown with pearls hanging down from his head.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the towering star observatory.

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

"You don't have to follow."

The old eunuch then stopped outside.

After entering the bedroom, Emperor Yuan Jing walked on the clean floor, lowered his head, and took every step, as if he was measuring something.

After a dozen or so steps, he stopped, Yuan Jingdi cut his wrist with his fingertips, and blood flowed.

Walking on the ground, it formed a twisted and weird pattern.

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

This is the treasure of the Witch God Cult, sealing one eye of the Witch God.

Contains a trace of the power of the witch god.

Emperor Yuan Jing let go of the bead, it did not fall to the ground, but hung in the air, and sprinkled streams of translucent energy.

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

Vaguely, Emperor Yuan Jing heard the painful dragon chant coming from the ground, a golden light lit up in the center of the formation, and immediately, a golden dragon's head protruded slowly.

In the bead, the eyeball suddenly became much deeper, as if turning into a vortex, producing a huge suction force.

The golden dragon kept shaking his head, tried his best to resist the suction force, and let out bursts of shrill dragon chants that only special people could hear.

"Luck has dissipated so far, and the dragon's pulse is unstable, but it's still close, and it needs to be shaken again. After the matter of Wei Yuan is finalized, it will be announced to the world and the capital immediately.

"The abuse and resentment of the more than three million people in the capital, and the panic of the three million people about losing the war, are enough beads to extract the spirit of the dragon's veins. Wei Yuan, what evil posthumous title should I give you?"

The corner of Emperor Yuan Jing's mouth twitched, he turned around abruptly, and walked outside the bedroom.

At Maoshi, it was not dawn.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who stayed overnight, stretched their waists and walked towards the gate of the yamen together.

At this point, it happened to be the time of o'clock, and there were gongs and silver gongs coming in non-stop. Along the way, Song Tingfeng looked at him strangely.

Yesterday, the scene of him enduring the humiliation in his crotch was vivid in his mind.

At any rate, he is still in the realm of refining gods, and he is quite talented. Unfortunately, his bones are too soft. No matter how high his cultivation level is, such a person cannot be a leader.

In the past, I saw him as a fool, but I felt that he was not prudent enough, but looking at it now, he is completely unbearable.

Sensing the gazes of colleagues around him, Song Tingfeng's gaze dimmed, and he immediately showed a nonchalant smile, maintaining a carefree attitude.

There was sadness in Zhu Guangxiao's eyes.

Originally, he should have endured the humiliation of his crotch once. It was Song Tingfeng who deliberately played cheap and threw his face on the ground, so that he could escape Zhu Chengzhu's troubles.

Zhu Guangxiao knew his character, and would rather die than not be humiliated by his crotch.

He is going to get married at the end of the year, start a family and start a business, and a beautiful life in the future is waiting for him. Song Tingfeng didn't want his good brother's beautiful life to be ruined, so he tore off his dignity and threw it on the ground for others to trample on.

Seeing Song Tingfeng's pretended relaxed appearance, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qi'an again, he walked swiftly, and after the news of Duke Wei's death in battle came back to the capital, he disappeared without a trace.

The people of Xu's family went to the building to be empty.

In the future, I will either hide my name or wander around the rivers and lakes.

"If Ning Yan was here, I wouldn't watch you be humiliated." Zhu Guangxiao gritted his teeth.

"And die with me?"

Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "After Wei Gong died, the capital couldn't tolerate him anymore. It's just right to leave. If he doesn't leave, I will also drive him away. If he doesn't leave, he won't be a brother."

Zhu Guangxiao grinned: "Yes."

Song Tingfeng suddenly let out a "bah" and cursed: "I don't know to leave the address, alas, I hope we will meet again in this life."

As soon as he walked to the door, he bumped into Zhu Chengzhu, who was wearing a silver gong uniform with a sword on his waist and hips.

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

"stop!"

Zhu Chengzhu made a nonchalant voice, half turned around, looked at the two of them, and asked, "The yamen is at the point, where are you two going?"

Damn it! Song Tingfeng cursed secretly, with a flattering smile on his face, nodded and bowed and said:

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

Zhu Chengzhu was surprised and said, "You guys were on duty last night? Why didn't Ben Yingong know about it?"

Zhu Guangxiao raised his eyebrows immediately.

Zhu Chengzhu gave the order to be on duty last night. Li Yuchun entered the prison, and Zhu Chengzhu "enthusiastically" accepted the two of them.

Obviously, Zhu Chengzhu deliberately made things difficult for them.

"Yes, yes, maybe we have misremembered." Song Tingfeng nodded repeatedly, bowing his knees: "We will go back now, we will go back now."

Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach these two guys a lesson, but when he saw that Song was so humble, he shook his head and laughed.

He called the two of them again, and said leisurely: "On duty tonight, I will trouble you two, please work harder. The two of you are good friends with Dafeng's hero, Xu Qi'an, and they are both highly skilled people. Those who can do more work."

This is not to let people rest, but to exhaust them to death?

Song Tingfeng clenched his fist several times, then loosened it again, his face twitched slightly, but he didn't dare to offend the other party, bowed and said: "I understand, I understand."

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

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

Surroundings, the beaters who longed for Song Tingfeng's men once again had disappointment on their faces, showing expressions of resentment.

They don't have the courage to die together, so they expect others to have it, and use other people's sacrifices to satisfy their unwillingness.

At this moment, there was a "tsk tut" sound from the gate of the yamen: "What a powerful official, Zhu Yinluo."