The Record of Righteousness

Since Wanqing became a celebrity in front of the emperor, his palace has been expanded several times. Although it is not as magnificent as the Forbidden City, it is more than enough compared to several palaces in it. It can be said to be the largest palace in the capital. It was extremely luxurious, with hundreds of servants and maids among them. There were 7,749 ceremonial guards just coming in and out, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas eaten every day were not inferior to the emperor's royal meals.

But at this time, in the antique hall of Jingzhong Hou Mansion, a huge rosewood table stood out. It was covered with a layer of red silk embroidered with gold and silver threads. It was as delicate and soft as clouds to the touch. .

This large table is in the shape of a long strip, with all kinds of tableware lined up, including wood, gold, silver, and ivory, shining with a cold and warm light. There is only this set of tableware arranged at the head of the table.

Wan Qing was of high status, so he sat slowly on the main seat with the support of several maids, and waited with a calm expression as the maids handed over all kinds of tableware and waited on him.

The dishes are cleverly placed on the table and must have been carefully designed.

The most recent dish is the fresh and tender Eastern Grouper, with meat as white as snow and crystal clear, garnished with emerald green onion and coriander. The braised bear paw is bright red in color, soft and chewy, and the aroma is fragrant. The fried bamboo shoots with scallops are a perfect combination of seafood and mountain delicacies. The taste is rich and delicious.

The stewed bird's nest is as warm as jade and exudes a faint fragrance; the emerald white jade dumplings, the fillings are faintly visible, and the faint greenness comes out from the skin as thin as cicada wings, which greatly increases appetite. There is also the Sweet and Sour Jade Pork Spare Ribs, the meat is soft and moderately sweet and sour. There are a dazzling array of dishes on the table, and all kinds of delicacies compete with each other.

Such delicacies from the mountains and seas can only be regarded as common food. Wan Qing was dressed in a purple python robe, showing her luxury. Holding a pair of jade chopsticks in her hand, she tasted each dish and only slightly appreciated it.

After a while, Leng Tiancun came straight over. At this time, he was already the chief arrester of the six sects, controlling all the sects in the world!

"Reporting to the Governor, Zhuge Yuanxu's hiding place is too deep, so I have not found any clues about Zhuge Yuanxu"

Wan Qing picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth coldly. When Leng Tiancun saw that the governor was silent, he knew that he was a little angry, so he hesitated and said:

"I hope the Governor will give him some more time, he will be in a humble position."

"waste!"

Hearing this, Wan Qing couldn't help but get furious, and slapped his palm on the table. Suddenly, the delicacies on the table exploded all over the place, oil and water splashed everywhere, delicacies flew everywhere, and the table made several rumbles. It turned into flying debris and was full of mess, and the servants and maids waiting on the side were trembling with fear.

Leng Tiancun knelt on the ground and did not dare to express his anger. He only listened to Wan Qing's fierce scolding.

"Zhuge Yuan's falsehood is a serious problem for me! If he doesn't die, I won't be able to sleep or eat well!"

"The governor gave you more than half a month to investigate, but in the end nothing was found! What's the use of you?!"

There was a moment of silence, Wan Qing exhaled and said slowly:

"I'll give you another seven days. If you still can't find anything, come and see me!"

"Yes, I humbly obey your orders."

After Leng Tiancun left dejectedly, Wan Qing got up and took a walk in the Fuzhong Garden with a gloomy face. Although the sun was shining brightly, Wan Qing's heart was filled with gloom.

There is always a knot in his heart that he has not solved, and that is the dream he had before, in which six men in black tortured and killed him, giving him such a suffocating sense of oppression. Do those people really exist? , or is it just a dream of mine? !

With this thought in mind, a figure walked in carrying large and small packages of gifts.

"My lower official, Fan Qihong, has met the Governor!"

Fan Qihong?

Wan Qing couldn't help but asked hesitantly:

"Master Fan, why do you have time to come to the Governor's Mansion?"

Fan Qihong came forward and said with a flattering smile:

"I heard that the Governor has been feeling cold recently, so I came here to express my condolences. I didn't expect that the Governor is still strong. I really don't know who dared to spread rumors about you."

Three of the four great literary leaders in the south of the Yangtze River have died loyal to the emperor. Now only the humble Fan Qihong has escaped. I don't know why he came today.

Wan Qing felt that Fan Qihong's old face looked strange. After looking at it for a moment, he realized what was strange. He couldn't help but laugh and asked:

"Master Fan, at your age, how come the beard on your face is gone?"

But who would have thought that Fan Qihong, who is in his sixties, would kneel down with a plop, his old face flattering to the extreme:

"Father, you have ruined my son! You, stepfather, have not even grown a beard. How dare I, my son, grow one?!"

"Forehead"

Wan Qing was immediately stunned on the spot. It took him two breaths to react, and he immediately laughed happily.

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha, good son, you are filial! Hahahahaha!"

It turns out that this old guy considers himself his godfather!

Come to think of it, this gray-haired old man in his sixties recognized a eunuch who was nearly thirty years his junior as his adoptive father. His face was as thick as the walls of the capital! However, one less godson is a lot of money, and it doesn’t hurt to recognize this godson if he has one more!

"Son, you should get up first."

Thinking of this, Wan Qing smiled and personally helped the old man up, letting the young man take the gift from his hand.

Fan Qihong was greatly moved and stood up to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, foster father! From now on, my son will be the only one who will be fucked up by you."

. . .

In just a few days, the story of Fan Qihong, an old man who was about to die, recognizing a eunuch as his father became widely known and became a topic of conversation after dinner. When talking about Fan Qihong, whether it was the rich and powerful or the common people, the first thing they did was to put on a look of contempt on their faces.

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