At this moment, Wen Yanbo's heart was in his throat...

An excellent liar needs two steps to succeed... The first is to let the other party accept his theory. Wen Xianggong has already succeeded. It can be seen from the sweat on Wang Ning'an's temples that he listened to it.

As for the second step, we must make Wang Ning'an believe that he is kind-hearted and neutral, without personal interests calculations, so that Wang Ning'an can go naturally and follow his ideas...

Now it is the most critical time. If you fail, all your efforts will be wasted.

Wen Yanbo held his breath and focused his mind, leaned forward and said, "Erlang, I asked you, do you really have to abdicate after five years?"

Wang Ning'an did not deny it, but smiled faintly, "Who did Brother Kuanfu say? Is it Song Xiang or Pang Ji?"

"None of them, it's the drunkard!"

Wang Ning'an smiled softly.

Wen Yanbo hurriedly said, "Erlang, do you don't believe me? Otherwise, you should immediately write a letter to the Zuiweng and ask him if it's true!"

"No need to ask, did Brother Kuanfu forget? Su Zizhan is the favorite disciple of Zuiweng!"

"Ouch!"

Wen Yanbo slapped his forehead and woke up as if he was dreaming. He sighed: "I am confused, but the drunkard told me about this. It's not that he has any bad intentions. He is also thinking about Erlang and seeking self-employed for his friends."

Wang Ning'an nodded, "I am a foreign vassal and hold military power. I shouldn't have entered the Political Affairs Hall. If I keep sitting down, I can't handle it."

Wen Yanbo deeply agreed, "Erlang, it's true that he is a gentleman! It is precisely because of your agreement with the late emperor that I would say this to you."

He leaned closer and said earnestly: "We are friends for many years, but fortunately, we are talking about something hard to do!"

"Listen attentively!"

"Well, Erlang, are you unintentional to the throne?"

"That's right!" Wang Ning'an replied straightforwardly: "Brother Kuanfu may not believe it. If it weren't for the crisis in the Song Dynasty, I would rather be a rich man, teach a few students, marry a few wives, have children, and live a peaceful life than rolling around in the circle of right and wrong!"

Wen Yanbo laughed loudly, "I believe, I believe Erlang... Erlang, you have the intention to abdicate. I am not surprised. With your current actions, I will assist the two generations of emperors, teach the Holy Emperor, open a generation of scholars, and have countless disciples. I will restore Youzhou, destroy the Western Xia, and open the Western Regions... I don't know how to describe it. Four words: sages in the inner world and kings!"

Wang Ning'an's face turned red when he was said, "Brother Kuanfu, you are over-reputable!"

"No, no!"

Wen Yanbo said righteously and righteously: "Now that the way of Confucius and Mencius has declined, it is difficult to adapt to the trend. Yan Shenggong has been abolished again. It won't take long before the two saints of Confucius and Mencius will be swept out of the house... The saint's position is hanging in the air, just waiting for Erlang!"

Wow!

Wang Ning'an was shocked. Could it be that he wanted to replace Confucius?

"Brother Kuanfu, I know my own virtues. Not to mention a saint, I can't even be a good person. In a hundred years, it's better not to be stabbed in the backbone!"

"Wrong, very wrong!"

Wen Yanbo laughed and said, "You are such a smart person, but you are actually becoming pedantic. I asked you, is that Saint Kong really amazing? No, you are not a disciple of later generations, just apply rouge and powder. Erlang, don't talk about anything else, your contribution is placed there, and you have founded Six Arts, and you have the ability to manage it, and you have the virtue of abdicating and giving up power, and the beauty of humility and kindness... With a little bit of spring and autumn brushwork, you will become a sage admired by later generations and admired by all generations... Since you have no intention of the throne, are you still no intention of the throne?"

Wang Ning'an's eyes were a little confused, and he seemed to be really moved.

Wen Yanbo struck while the iron was hot, "Erlang, I'm talking to myself. Everyone is carrying the flower sedan chair. If you want to become a saint and want to establish a theory, you have to take care of everyone and make people willing to submit... Those scholars also hate them, but the problem is that the history of thousands of years is written by literati. It's better not to offend... Moreover, I said before that literati have changed their nature now and will not go against you. They are still willing to praise you. They say they are holding a wedding for His Majesty and having a grand ceremony. Wouldn't it be like Erlang? They are willing to bow their heads, Erlang might as well be a master. Everyone is okay, don't you think?"

Wang Ning'an frowned, "Brother Kuanfu, what is the country's strength? You know better than me. Can you indulge them in trouble?"

"Oh, Erlang, you still don't understand!" Wen Yanbo said bitterly: "These people are entrusted with the reputation, you can deal with them appropriately! And I'm too much, there is no perfect dynasty... How about the strong Han and the prosperous Tang dynasties? Can you not last long? Now my Song Dynasty is rich in financial resources and strong combat power. Who can stop it in the world? The Western Xia Dynasty was destroyed. If Erlang was willing, the Khitan would surrender. Those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. Is Erlang still not satisfied? I think there is no thousand-year-old court, and Erlang has extended the national destiny for the Song Dynasty for a hundred years. What should we worry about in the future? Erlang?"

Wang Ning'an's face was very bad, "Brother Kuanfu, I still have to think about this."

"Well, you should think about it carefully, but Erlang don't worry, no matter what, I will stand on your side, advance and retreat together, and work together!" Wen Yanbo patted his chest and assured.

...

Speaking of which, after talking to Wang Ning'an for three days, Wen Jifu kept staring at his father's face and found that Wen Yanbo was getting happier and happier, and his goatee was raised.

"Dad, so Wang Ning'an is on the trap?"

"Hahaha... So what if he doesn't get into a trap?" Wen Yanbo shook his feather fan and chuckled, "Everyone has a greed, and Wang Ning'an can't escape. It's just that he is greedy for fame, and it's the name of a saint, so why not give it to him!"

"Dad is a clever one. Let us make a false reputation. We want to be realistic... If what Wang Ning'an said is true, he will only work for five years. At that time, Dad still has a chance to enter the government affairs hall!"

Wen Yanbo waved his feather fan and said, "You have a doorkeeper on your mouth. Is Wang Ning'an so easy to fool? What if this kid doesn't get into a trap, he will still have to think about his father!"

Although he was rude, Wen Yanbo was full of confidence.

The truth is very clear, he is a real open plot.

Your Wang Ning'an doesn't want to be the emperor, or even be the priest forever... Then what are you going to do? Is it still unclear to you to abolish Yan Sheng Gong and destroy Confucius and Mencius?

Wang Ning'an wants to be a saint!

You kid are really greedy!

Over the past thousand years, there have been hundreds of emperors, but there is only one saint, which is more difficult and more attractive... Wen Yanbo regrets it a little. Why didn't he think about something so clearly before?

If I had known what Wang Ning'an wanted, I could prescribe the right medicine and take what he liked. Why would I break up and suffer heavy losses?

Wang Erlang, don’t worry, I will help you whatever you want!

But no matter how big your hands are, they cannot cover the sky. You can take them first, and the rest is ours!

See, this is the skill of the Song Dynasty’s master!

For thousands of years, the literary government of the Song Dynasty was prosperous, and among the many priests of the Song Dynasty, Wen Yanbo was an evergreen tree and the best! He couldn't accept it!

"Brother, you haven't been out for three days." Wang Ningze was full of worry, "You were not embroidered by Wen Yanbo, are you?" Seeing that Wang Ning'an was still, Wang Ningze became even more angry.

"God, I'll go and settle the score with the old guy now!"

"Wait." Wang Ning'an reached out and grabbed his brother, "Sit down for me."

Wang Ningze sat honestly opposite his brother.

"Who do you think Wen Yanbo is?"

"He is a smart, shameless person, and he is still not missing!" Wang Ningze racked his brains and said.

Wang Ning'an smiled softly, "In a word, Wen Yanbo is the best product of the wisdom of a thousand years of civil servants and the scholar group! He is the strongest bureaucrat in the Song Dynasty and even through ancient times!"

"Brother, is he so powerful?" Wang Ningze was so scared that he squirted and said hard: "Brother, do you want to listen to him?"

"hehe!"

Wang Ning'an only smiled softly, "Fuck!"

Wang Ningze was stunned for a moment, suddenly clapped his hands and laughed happily.

"This is my brother! If he was manipulated by that old man Wen Yanbo, wouldn't he become a puppet! What a real man! A man!"

"You're right!"

Wang Ning'an stood up, shook his head, and his bones made a crisp sound. He had thought a lot in the past three days... From the beginning, Wang Ning'an did not believe Wen Yanbo's nonsense. The reason why he continued to listen was to know what the civil servants were trying to do?

Lao Wen even praised himself as a sage. He was not lying and fooling others, but just being a sage in Wen Yanbo's mouth. What is the difference between being a sage in the temple?

It is completely a wooden sculpture, which looks noble and noble, but in fact, it is just a doll in the hands of the civil servant group!

What value does the sages floating in the sky have to the people and the rise and fall of China? A true sage is not held out by a literati’s pen, but recognized by the people!

Wang Ning'an was not thinking about whether to agree to Wen Yanbo's proposal, but about what to do next... The civil servant has changed his strategy. As Lao Wen said, he has done so much and made great contributions, so what else should he do?

This is everyone's question.

Isn’t it the best choice to achieve success and be admired by all ages?

Wang Ning'an must have said at this time, no!

He still has too many things to do, and the first thing he needs to do is to control thousands of bureaucrats like Wen Yanbo! Don’t be confused by their ecstasy, cut off their claws that stretch towards the people... and truly make the people rich and happy...

Wang Ningze suddenly felt that his second brother was energetic, and his whole body was covered with a layer of sacred light, full of fighting spirit... In my memory, it was because of his childhood that his brother worked so hard for stuttering!

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "What should I do? Start with Wen Yanbo first! The old man wants to fool me, so we don't have to be polite. Didn't Wen Yanbo say that he wants to advance and retreat with me, then, you can give him this thing and let Wen Kuanfu take the lead in submitting the court."

Wang Ning'an took out a note with a line of words on it: Please transfer the powerful and powerful to the border. Although Wang Ningze's knowledge is not very good, he is also clear that he is going to attack the powerful and powerful in the world! And it is really bad to use Wen Yanbo's mouth!

"You want to break the world, have you thought about it?" Wang Ningze said tremblingly.

"Ten thousand years are too long, I have to seize the day!"
Chapter completed!