Wen Yanbo was beaten, and I heard it was very miserable.

The sedan chair was demolished and the man was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen. Fortunately, the imperial guards guarding the palace gate rescued the old prime minister without hesitation, otherwise they would have to lose their lives.

When Wen Yanbo was in a mess, he closed his door and couldn't afford to get sick.

"It's so disgraceful. I'm not alive anymore. I'm so gentle and can be ruined!"

Just as he was wailing, Wang Ning'an entered Wen Yanbo's ward and sat beside Wen Xianggong. Looking down, Lao Wen was indeed miserable. One of his eyes was swollen as big as a steamed bun, blue-black, and compared with Genggu's, half of his face was big.

"Mr. Wen, everyone knows that you are pitiful. We are raising money!"

"Collect money? Treat me?"

"Buy a rope, dagger, crane head red for you...Are you going to die? Choose the same one!" As soon as Wang Ning'an finished speaking, he saw Wen Yanbo's sucking expression on his face, stretched out his hands, rushed towards Wang Ning'an and grabbed him.

"You little bastard, I've fought with you!"

Wang Ning'an hurriedly avoided and laughed: "I still have the strength to hit someone. It seems that Mr. Wen is not seriously injured, so I feel relieved."

"Pooh!"

Wen Yanbo spat hard and pointed to his heart.

"The injuries here are invisible. I have never been so embarrassing for decades! I wish I could die immediately..." Wen Yanbo wanted to die, but when he remembered Wang Ning'an's words just now, he could only say hatefully: "Resign immediately! I want to go home to hold my grandson and never be a prime minister again. I will go home now and never stop for a moment!"

As he said that, he really told his son to get some luggage and beg him to go.

"etc!"

Wang Ning'an quickly waved his hand, "Mr. Wen, I want to ask for advice. Do you think the change of the official system is wrong?"

Wen Yanbo hesitated for a while, lowered his head and said, "Of course it's right. My Song Dynasty official system is chaotic, and there is no distinction between responsibilities and power, shirks responsibility, and is inefficient. It should have been changed long ago."

"That's right! Since the change of the official system is correct, then the man was beaten and the mistake was on you?"

"Bad! From ancient times to the present, no one who was beaten was wrong? Shouldn't he be beaten?" Wen Yanbo rolled his eyelids and was full of anger.

"That's right!"

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Since you are right, why should you resign? If you resign, isn't it true that you have become wrong? Those people will not let you go at that time."

Wen Yanbo lay on the hospital bed, panting heavily.

He suddenly laughed, excited for a moment, coughed again, and his old face turned red.

"Jingping, we are not three-year-old children. You run here to make fun of me and want to persuade me to stay. I will give you two words: Dreaming!"

Wen Yanbo said angrily: "I don't care whether it's right or wrong. Anyway, I'm old and weak, exhausted, and I don't want to care about so many bad things anymore. I also ask Jing Ping to explain to the saint that I, Wen Yanbo, cannot bear the drive, and I ask Your Majesty to give the old minister a way out for the sake of the monarch and ministers. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to die!"

When I talked about the excitement, I started coughing again.

Wang Ning'an didn't believe Wen Yanbo's nonsense at all.

This old guy just started a singer team from Jiangnan last month. I heard that it cost 100,000 yuan! What's wrong with him? Who believes it!

You should know that Wen Yanbo in history was a veteran of all four dynasties. He lived in his 90s and worked as a prime minister for fifty years. He was definitely a rare species at the level of evil.

If you count it, he can still struggle for decades!

Wang Ning'an never dared to underestimate Wen Yanbo.

"Mr. Wen, I went to see Mr. Fan the first two days."

Wen Yanbo didn't know what he wanted to say, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"The teacher's health is getting worse and worse, his eyes cannot see things clearly, and he is also very difficult to speak. Maybe there are not many days... He asked me about the reform, and I told him that the court implemented the Qingmiao Law, the Fangtianjun Tax Law, and the reform of the official system and the military system. The saints are determined... The master told me that the old and new things are always a life-and-death battle. This is a life-and-death battle. You must not be lucky. Don't expect others to let you go, and you cannot pray for the mercy of the enemy! Only by defeating them can you not be ruined! Lord Shi Jieshi was almost opened to his coffin and corpses. After he left the capital, he was wandering and running around. If it weren't for the Liuyi Academy's temporary settlement, he would have been tortured to death long ago, and the literati's heart was dark!"

The more Wen Yanbo listened, the less he became. Every sentence was like a knife, which directly hit his heart!

"Wang Ning'an, do you want to say that I will be ruined and be tortured to death by others, and I will not be at peace if I die!"

Wang Ning'an looked ahead with his eyes squinted, but said eight words lightly: "The teacher who never forgets the past and the future!"

These eight words suddenly blocked Wen Yanbo's throat, causing the old guy to change his face and color, and he was chilling.

...

As a leader of all officials, he was beaten by officials. Wen Yanbo was disgraced and had no face.

Originally, Yanbo was not a firm reformist faction. When he fell to this point, he thought about taking the opportunity to resign from his post and retreating to the mountains and forests. Of course, as a political animal, Wen Yanbo would not be willing to sink into this place. He thought that he might be able to make a comeback when he waited for the opportunity!

But Wang Ning'an's words made Wen Yanbo feel frightened.

In any case, he has been classified as a reformist faction... From the fate of Fan Zhongyan and others, Wen Yanbo knew that there was no right or wrong in the confrontation between the new and the old, no right or wrong, no lower limit!

All of them are just success or failure, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy!

It's that simple!

"Mr. Wen, let's open the skylight and say something. If you retreat now, it means that the official system reform has failed. The old school counterattacked, and many people will be dismissed from office and return home. As the prime minister, will you be better than my master?"

Wen Yanbo's old face turned red, and he closed his eyes in pain.

Although the Qingli New Policy was quite disturbing, it was still much worse than it is now.

"Grandpa Wang, why do you have to force me? Your Majesty is determined. Even if I leave, there will naturally be someone else to replace me. You, Grandpa Wang, will succeed in the reform."

"Hahaha, who can replace Mr. Wen?" Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Is it Wang Anshi? Or Liu Han? Or Sima Junshi? Mr. Wen, the younger waves of the Yangtze River push the former waves, and the former waves die on the beach. A real man must not have power for a day, so you are willing to retreat? These younger generations climb up, do you still have a chance?"

Ahem...

He was told to the point of his heart again, and Wen Yanbo could only cough.

As a human being, you can’t be caught in the weakness. My husband Wen is good at everything, but he is too greedy for power and is unwilling to be lonely.

He was afraid that the reform would fail and end up with Fan Zhongyan, but he was worried that his juniors would overtake in the corner and beat the master to death... "Oh, Erlang, you are going to force me to death!"

"No!"

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "I am helping Mr. Wen to be famous in history! How can I succeed in such a huge reform without Mr. Wen taking charge of the helm? According to me, you should think it thoroughly and stop being distracted and hesitant."

"I..." Wen Yanbo shook his head in pain and said for a while: "I will sooner or later make you ruined your reputation, and it will be criticized by thousands of people!"

As he was talking, Wen Jifu ran in.

"Father, Your Majesty is here to visit you in person."

Zhao Zhen is here!

Wen Yanbo was excited. He looked at Wang Ning'an meaningfully and found that the boy had a faint smile on his lips. Old Wen understood in his heart that he and Zhao Zhen were singing a double act!

This pair of kings and ministers colluded with each other to force themselves to board the pirate ship!

Wen Yanbo pondered for a moment, suddenly jumped up from the hospital bed and shouted, "Come on!"

...

"Bao Hu!"

When Zhao Zhen saw Wen Yanbo's miserable appearance, he was shocked and hurriedly grabbed his hand and said, "These traitors can be killed and cannot be kept! Do they still have the court in their eyes? They were beating the Prime Minister outside Xuande Gate. They were slapping me in the face! Mr. Wen just don't worry, I will definitely vent my anger."

Wen Yanbo said he didn't dare. After sitting down, Wen Yanbo thought for a while, and then said: "The sage loves the old minister, and the old minister is engraved with his heart. To be honest, even if the old minister is beaten, it may not be a bad thing."

Zhao Zhen was puzzled, "Kuanfu, why did you say this?"

"Sage, please think, tens of thousands of officials were laid off at once. No matter what, it was inevitable that they would feel unfair. As the chief minister, they worked hard to promote reforms, and it was understandable that they blamed the old minister. Now that they beat the old minister, they were angry. They should go to the office of the new yamen, and go home if they should retire... After this, they will not cause trouble again."

Zhao Zhen and Wang Ning'an, one after another, came over, one was a sarcastic person and the other was a sarcastic person. They were afraid that Wen Yanbo would give up and finally build a political affairs hall structure. If Wen Yanbo stopped working, he would really not be able to find a second replacement... If he was caught in personnel disputes, it would delay the entire reform process.

Neither Zhao Zhen nor Wang Ning'an wanted to see this scene.

Obviously, Wen Yanbo's overall situation was so considerate that the emperor was quite relieved.

"Kuanfu, if you do this, you will be wronged."

Wen Yanbo hurriedly said: "The old minister was deeply grateful to God, and he should bear the blame. There is nothing extraordinary. The old minister will return to the director of the Political Affairs Hall within three days. The official system reform cannot be stopped for a moment. No official should be cleaned up. The old minister is willing to devote himself to his courage and devote himself to his life until his death!"

"Okay, Kuanfu is really my Guan Zhong!"

Zhao Zhen happily stroking his hands, and he immediately ordered: "Get paper and pen."

Wen Jifu hurriedly brought a roll of Chengxin Hall. This was a famous paper treasured by Li Yu, the late emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Her skin and eggs were as solid as jade, thin and moist, and it was the best famous paper in the world.

Zhao Zhen pondered for a while, splashed ink, and immediately wrote the eight words "The country's Gancheng, virtue and honor" ".

The emperor's word is not given casually. The Wang family once received the four words "Loyalty and kindness" for generations, but it is still hung in the ancestral hall for people to admire.

The old article got eight words, which made it even more noble.

Excitedly, Wen Yanbo trembled all over and burst into tears.

"The old minister has no virtue and ability? I am so praised by Your Majesty. I will do my best to assist Your Majesty and create the revival of the Song Dynasty. I will be heartless and unwilling to refuse!"

...

The Wenfu staged a deep relationship between the king and the ministers. When the news spread, countless officials were indignant!

"It doesn't work to find Wen Yanbo, so we can only ring the drum of the sound of the sound of the saints and go directly to the saints!"
Chapter completed!