This world is so wonderful. Many times, many things seem to be moving in the direction you want on the surface. It seems calm and beautiful, but underneath there are many undercurrents hidden. So what do we say about our ancestors?

There is wisdom in saying, "Blessings and disasters depend on the blessings." This is how no one can say whether it is good or bad until the end, isn't it?

"Bang~Bang~Bang~Please see me, Lord Wen Shijiewen!" Wen Xiurong's adjutant knocked on the door ring at the door. The door did not move at all. A deep voice of a middle-aged and elderly man came from inside: "My master has been unwell recently.

I feel unwell and cannot see guests."

"Excuse me, the steward, I am the adjutant of Mr. Wen Xiurong who is handling the disaster relief work this time. Mr. Wen went directly to the palace to resume his official duties. I specially ordered my subordinates to come and tell the old man and the old lady that everything is going well, so don't worry.

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With a creak, the door of the Zaifu was opened from the inside, "Okay, sir, I will convey all your words to the master and madam. It has been a long journey, sir. Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea to relieve your fatigue?" The speaker was

Lao Mo, the housekeeper of the Zaifu.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, steward. I have official duties and it is not convenient for me to stay for a long time. I have just brought you the words and I will leave now."

"Congratulations, sir." After saying this, Lao Mo ordered the people to open the door and prepare the lanterns for the festival, hoping to hang them up later to welcome the young master home. After doing these things

, Lao Mo quickly walked towards Canglan Pavilion.

The sky was still slightly bright, and after eating some food, Wen Xiurong took his subordinates and hurried out of the inn towards Shengjing. He knew very well that the emperor must be waiting for his reply today. As the emperor since he was a child,

He, who was accompanying me, knew their Majesty's temper very well. Along the way, he had experienced the loss of his mother at a young age, and the brothers had killed each other for the heir, and it was inevitable that he had developed a suspicious and uncertain temperament. Although the Wen family had originally

He was the number one contributor to Gong Zetian's rise to power, but Wen Xiurong knew very well that the emperor was more afraid of the Wen family than he trusted him. He clearly remembered what his grandfather said to him when he was summoned to the bedside before his death.

Those words.

"Rong'er, grandpa knows that he is dying. There are some words that grandpa wants you to remember."

"Yes, Grandpa, you have determined the auspiciousness of people and heaven. Don't say anything depressing. The whole family is pointing at you."

"Haha, I can't count on my old bones. I'll have to look at you from now on. Do you know what's going on with our Wen family now?"

"Our Wen family is worth more than ten thousand people, and the family is growing increasingly prosperous. Grandpa, do you have anything to worry about?"

"Rong'er, it's such a simple truth that when the water is full, it will overflow and the moon will fall. I don't need my grandfather to talk to you any more. Our Wen family has now reached the point where we are worth nothing and the emperor can't reward you.

.Your father is a high-ranking official in the imperial court, with disciples all over the government and the public. You have been studying in the palace since you were a child, and you have outstanding political achievements. You are already a first-rank official at a young age. Your sister is the current empress, and you are in this situation now.

Do you think it's good or not?" Wen Xiurong thought for a moment and then said: "Grandpa, I understand what you mean. Our Wen family has been sincere for generations, and our current status is also the result of generations of accumulation."

"Cough...cough hey...Rong'er, only the emperor recognizes your loyalty, that is loyalty. No matter how rich and powerful our Wen family is, we are just a dog of the royal family. Can you understand? Master thinks you

Well, you have the need to stay. You must always remember to your grandfather that a big tree attracts the wind. The more prosperous the Wen family is, the more precarious it will be. You must always be prepared for danger in times of peace in order to keep the Wen family safe." After speaking, the old man said

The prime minister was coughing and out of breath, and his body was exhausted, but his eyes were filled with worries and expectations for future generations. Wen Xiurong held his grandfather's hand and comforted him: "Grandpa,

Don't worry, don't worry about these trivial things anymore. Your grandson will definitely keep your words in mind." Wen Xiurong, who came out of his grandfather's room at that time, actually felt very sad inside. He stood in the yard and looked at

The cold moonlight body has not moved at all. Everyone in the Wen family knows that Old Prime Minister Wen is going to die. Without this needle, the now flourishing Wen family will be stared at by many forces. If once

Without the emperor's trust, the prosperity of the Wen family will be like a castle in the air, vanishing in an instant.

It has to be said that Miyazawa Tianzhen was a good emperor who cared about the world. He returned to the Yangxin Palace just after the morning court and buried himself in the pile of memorials. Jiang Fuqing waited quietly beside him. Xiao Anzi quickly entered the palace.

He saluted and said, "Reply, Your Majesty, Lord Wen Xiurongwen has arrived at the palace gate. He should be able to go to the Yangxin Hall to see the Emperor soon." Gong Zetian didn't even raise his head, and he said without stopping the pen in his hand: "Well

, he's here, let him in directly, no need to pass the call." Xiao Anzi returned: "Yes" and bowed before exiting. Gong Zetian seemed to have thought of something, turned to Jiang Fuqing and said: "I'll let him in later.

Xiurong will have lunch with me and inform the queen, she may not have seen her brother for a long time."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'll take care of it now." After saying that, he withdrew. Gong Zetian put down the ink pen in his hand, leaned on the dragon chair and held his forehead with his hand, seeming to be thinking about something. I don't know how long it took.
Chapter completed!