Lord Li was still a little hesitant and was undecided.

The scholar said again: "You just said that your classmate was working in the prince's place and helped you get through the way?"

"I'm afraid he brags."

The scholar was having fun, but he didn't dare to show it: "Try it, maybe even if the weather changes."

Lord Li nodded, "That's all."

Mr. Li is not old, 26 or 27 years old, and has assets in his family. His father works in the yamen. Although he is not a clerk, he is still free of food and clothing.

I was diligent and studious, and my father asked someone to find a relationship, so I finally became a high-ranking official in the Beijing area. After several years of life, I didn't expect that I would become the sixth rank, which was also considered a smoke from the ancestral grave.

Unexpectedly, since the beginning of the year, I was in poor health and had been taking medicine to see the doctor. The family's wealth was gone, and the servant had to be evacuated. My wife went to the pharmacy to catch medicine in person, but was actually the thief... It's really...

Thinking of this, Lord Li felt sad and walked on the street in a daze. He thought carefully about the scholar's words, gritted his teeth and took the initiative.

When Duke Wen heard that the literati and Moke had caused trouble in front of the prefect's office, the matter was no longer controlled.

The prefect's chief was called to the mansion by Duke Wen and asked, "How could this happen?"

"Mr. Grandpa, I will let you notify me of the paper given by Li two days ago." The Chief of the Mansion said aggrievedly.

Duke Wen Guo replied uneasyly: "I know this, I am not asking someone to reply to you, I will suppress the matter and ask the victim to give some money, and let it go."

The Minister of the Mansion replied: "Dude, the young man did this, but the person surnamed Li did not charge the cash."

"How many times have you given, you won't accept it?"

The head of the court replied: "The prince gave the young man two hundred taels. The young man was not greedy for one tael. He sent it to the one named Li. He thought he would not accept it, but he said he wanted to seek justice."

"Just? I am fair." Duke Wen snorted coldly.

The Minister of the Mansion quickly flattered: "Who said it was not? Duke, if he didn't accept it, he wouldn't accept it. The young man pressed down his paper, but somehow he got it into the hands of the prefect. You know, the prefect is the prince's hand..." Everyone understands what the prefect said.

In the first half of the sentence, Duke Wen did not take it seriously, but when he heard the second half, his eyes suddenly tightened, "What did you say just now?"

The Chief of the Mansion was startled by the sudden sharp Duke Wen Guo, and shrank his head and replied: "I somehow the prefect found out!"

The romantic and casual Duke Wen Guo disappeared, and the one who followed was Lao Chen, who had been living in the officialdom for a long time, "What's wrong with the literati and poets causing trouble?"

The head of the court replied: "Mr. Li took the literati and poets he usually interacted with to the yamen to make trouble, and asked the prefect to give them justice."

"Justice?" Who is Duke Wen Guo? He has lived in the officialdom for a long time and has never seen anything. He smelled the scent of conspiracy, "I understand!"

"Dude, what should we do?" asked the Minister of State.

"Press me within your function."

"Dude, where is the prefect..."

"Drag it for me first."

"Yes, Duke."

After the Fu Cheng left, Duke Wen sat quietly in the study alone, silent for a long time, and suddenly shouted: "Come back the prince."

"Yes, Duke."

Duke Wen waited for his son until the fifth day of the day, and it was not until dawn.

The drunken 6 Pei shook his body to Wen Guogong's study, "Hey, father, you came back so early. Are the girls in the building not motivated?"

Wen Guogong asked with a face in front of him: "How are you doing in Honglu Temple?"

"How about it?" 6 Pei shouted angrily: "I am just a little governor, what can I do?" He sat opposite me with dissatisfaction.

Duke Wen stroked his old face and said, "Didn't I tell you that the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple is old and will retire in the past two years. I will send you to the position of Shaoqing."

"Father, what does Honglu Temple mean? I want to go to Shaofu Temple, where there is more oil and water." 6 Pei shouted.

"Do you think my father hasn't thought about it? But things are that simple."

6 Pei Wuxin smiled and said, "Father, you can't beat my cousin."

"He is the prince, even if I am my uncle, I have to give him some points." Duke Wen snorted to his son.

6 Pei said disdainfully: "Come on, father, you just can't beat him."

"Being arrogant, what are you talking nonsense?" Duke Wen Guo was so angry that his son couldn't hold back.

6 Pei was not afraid of his gloomy face at all, "I've told you a long time ago that my cousin was vicious, my cousin was vicious, and my cousin was vicious. These two kids were both cruel characters, so you shouldn't support them and let them die. Let's help the government. How good you say, you don't listen."

"What do you know? I'm talking nonsense here."

6 Pei shouted, "Why don't I understand? When they were young, they treated them as puppets. It's too early for us."

"You..." Duke Wen was so angry that he was so angry that his son said in an understatement, "I ask you, how much money do they need to stop at the beginning of the Li family?"

6 Pei replied: "The pedantic scholar didn't ask for money, so he wanted to sue me, and I ignored him."

"What, I didn't ask for money, then what about the money your mother gave you?" Duke Wen Guoying shouted.

6 Pei replied: "I gave five hundred taels of people I knew in the prefect's mansion, and I spent the rest."

Duke Wen glanced at his son fiercely, "When that man didn't want money, why didn't you look for me?"

"I've found it. Are you having fun? I didn't let the servant bother you anymore."

Duke Wen looked at his son with sharp eyes, "How did I tell you that money is not a matter of asking for money, but money is a matter of not having money. Why don't you listen?"

6 Pei was a little puzzled by me: "Father, I haven't encountered this kind of thing alone, he can't make a splash."

Wen Guogong patted his old face, "Blame me, blame me..."

"Father……"

If Duke Wen Guo scolded his son, Liu Pei probably didn't care, but now he blamed himself like this, which made him feel something was wrong, "Father, what's wrong?"

"Blame me?" Wen Guogong sighed. It is unknown whether he blamed his son for not educating him well or his own feelings.

6 Pei saw that he had not spoken and urged, "Father, you are talking!"

"Oh..." Duke Wen sighed, "Your cousin is afraid that I will dismount."

"Why, if you get off the horse, how can our family stay in the capital?" 6 Pei shouted.

"Yes, maybe, your cousin just won't let us hang out in the capital." In fact, Duke Wen knew in his heart that this was not just a matter of not letting us hang out. It was time for life and death. Unexpectedly, one day, their uncle and nephew finally got to this point.

6 Pei was nervous: "No, father, what should we do now?"

"I'll see the situation after dawn." Duke Wen narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't go out when you stay at home."

"Red jade is still..."

"Shut up!" Duke Wen stopped him ruthlessly.

"Yes, father." 6 Pei was so scared that he dared not speak back.

After dawn

Duke Wen sent someone to inquire, and those literati and poets continued to make trouble at the yamen. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Come——"

"Dude--"

"Let the prefect's office be more lively."

"Yes, Duke!"

Ningguoyang City Gate

Jiang Yuanlin and Fang Yongyan looked at the stone above the city gate, carved with three big words "Yangchengfu" and sighed: "The north is indeed different from the south, and even the words seem more vigorous and powerful."

Fang Yongyan smiled brightly, "Brother Jiang is in the south, and everything is powerful when looking at the north."

"Haha..." Jiang Yuanlin laughed, "I forgot that you are from the north."

Fang Yongyan smiled and said, "Do I look too pretty and look like a southerner?"

The talented men brought by Jiang and Fang smiled and said, "Mr. Fang is not only elegant, but also fresh and timeless, free and unrestrained!"

"Is this to describe me?"

"Of course, Lord Fang!"

Fang Yongyan said, "Why do I feel like you are describing a calligraphy and painting?"

"Haha..." Everyone laughed, and someone said, "Mr. Fang, you are like a calligraphy and painting, the more you taste it, the more you taste it."

"Haha..." Fang Yongyan raised his head and laughed, "If you were a woman, I would marry you immediately."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed again.

Jiang Yuanlin stood by, looking at Fang Yongyan with a strong spirit, and thought to have brought his sister here. He really brought it right. Unexpectedly, he met him halfway through the journey. They took the talents they selected and walked together. It was great!

The talented men all thought that the famous Lord Fang Yongyan was so approachable, and it was a great blessing to see him.

Jiang Jingqiu, who had not got off the carriage, was also attracted by this timeless and free nobleman, and looked at him in a daze.

Behind the crowd, a young man heard 'Master Fang' and suddenly walked a few steps, walked around the front of the crowd, bowed to Fang Yongyan and said, "Is it true that Master Fang Yongyan, Taifu of Sucheng?"

"It's right below, you are..."

The young man replied: "Zhao Chuanming, the magistrate of Xiayoufu County."
To be continued...