At the banquet, the crowd was noisy, and the prime minister was nowhere to be seen. He only sent people to let the guests do as they pleased. Originally, except for a few high-ranking officials who ignored etiquette to persuade each other to drink, the slightly reserved guests began to speak freely. Several people They were in a group and did not disturb each other. Naturally, they did not pay attention to the young man's figure in the corner. However, when he turned around, someone suddenly called him, which surprised Zhang Ling, who was not taken seriously.
When he turned around to look for the source of the sound, he happened to see Lu Hongyan raising his glass and nodding with a smile. Zhang Ling walked up to him. Lu Shangshu chuckled and said, "Zhang Ling of Chengdao Academy, right?"
Zhang Ling felt confused, but nodded calmly and asked, "I wonder who you are, sir?"
Lu Shangshu shook his head and said with a smile: "It's really funny. You deceive a son but don't know his father. There is such an arrogant and ignorant person like you in Chengdao Academy."
Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes and asked, "Lu Hongyan?"
Lu Shangshu nodded, and Zhang Ling asked again: "This is a child who was beaten to grow old. Do you want to support your son?"
Lu Shangshu raised his glass silently, and Zhang Ling did not think twice. This man was truly a talented person. He was not angry or angry, but he was still interested in drinking. Zhang Ling could not back down. , suddenly raised his head and clasped his fingers, and said with a smile: "Good spirit, neither humble nor arrogant at any time. All the academy disciples I have seen are like you. To be an official, talent and knowledge are indispensable. To be a high official, no matter what the current situation is." No matter how hard it is, you can take it easy. The academy has both, and you are the most special. Everyone else is single-minded. They will either join the army when they have completed their studies, or they may seem to be with the same group of losers all their lives, but in the end they are The plan is very big, but you are different. You have the city in your heart, but you have always stayed out of it. You are not a player in the game or a chess player. You just watch the chess and say nothing, always waiting to reach out to get a profit. Others cannot see what you really want. What do you want?"
Zhang Ling leaned over and whispered: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Lu Shangshu laughed: "It's nothing, I just want to ask if you are interested in joining me? Of course, I will not ask you to do anything. If there is a need, I will try my best to help you do it. In the end, whether you go or stay is entirely up to you. It’s up to you.”
Zhang Ling sneered and said, "This is how Lu Shangshu deceived Han Yan, the first-level master. To be honest, your move is really brilliant. When a martial artist reaches the first level, his state of mind is very important. Most people are arrogant and have their own The code of conduct is that if others take the initiative to help him, he will also remember the kindness. As long as you open your mouth, you will never hesitate, and you will not leave until you repay the kindness. Lu Shangshu knows the character of that person very well. It's very good, but I'm sorry, I'm a shameless person, your trick is of no use to me, the academy is already big enough, and I haven't thought about finding another way out yet,"
Lu Shangshu was surprised: "Okay, very good, you are right. This is indeed my common method of retaining those guests, but Han Yan is an exception. I have always been sincere to him. Although you rejected me , But here’s the thing, if you come to Lu Mansion in the future, your treatment will be the same as before, at least you won’t be an enemy.”
Zhang Ling cupped his hands and said, "I think so too. Is there anything else, sir?"
Lu Shangshu raised his glass again and said with a smile: "You taught Quanzi back then, and now he has restrained himself a lot. I have to thank you for that."
Lu Shangshu drank it all in one gulp and said, "Okay, nothing happens."
Zhang Ling sat down again and waited for another quarter of an hour before he saw the Prime Minister who had not appeared for a long time. Only when he was here did Zhang Ling start to act. Otherwise, a young man looking around in the Prime Minister's Mansion would be looked at by others and would just be regarded as a stranger. He is greedy for money, but it will be difficult to excuse him if he is caught by the suspicious prime minister.
The Prime Minister walked up to the main seat, and the whole audience cheered silently and raised their glasses in a toast.
The Prime Minister stood up and responded: "Thank you for coming to the Prime Minister's birthday banquet today. You can drink and talk freely."
There was singing and dancing, countless guests laughed and drank, the attendants were all busy and chattering, coming in and out to get wine and serve food, the prime minister was attending the banquet, toasting each other and chatting with the adults, and had no time to take care of the whole audience, so naturally he would not notice A young man silently left the banquet and behaved erratically.
At the banquet just now, Zhang Ling simulated the route in his mind, whether to walk up the wall or take a detour to avoid it. First, he pretended to look for the toilet and observed everywhere. After confirming the general flow of people, he finally determined an unobserved path leading to the prime minister's study. Seeing that no one was noticing the route, Zhang Ling sneaked in quietly and returned to the original place after some exploration. He tried all the obvious and hidden mechanisms, but unfortunately all failed.
Zhang Ling lowered his head and thought: If it's not in the study, it must be in the bedroom.
Zhang Ling first observed the movement outside the house and made sure no one went out. He even recalled the situation when he came in. He closed the study door to the same degree as before before going to the main room without worries. It took a lot of time to quietly go to the main room. When the news came, Zhang Ling could only pray that the prime minister was busy with social activities and did not notice his long absence.
Zhang Ling was just about to push the door open when he heard a greeting from the eaves: "Who are you?"
The door was half pushed and half opened. After being discovered, Zhang Ling felt a chill in his heart. He was stunned for a moment, then closed the door again, stepped back a foot outside the house, and looked up at the man sitting on the eaves. The man was holding a pot. With the wine he brought from the banquet, he lay half-ly with one hand on the floor and raised his head, showing his bohemian, free and happy mood. He never looked down at Zhang Ling, who had long since changed his face. In his eyes, this young man with evil intentions was nothing more than a cicada. Hey, I can kill Zhang Ling on the spot with my own hands, that's why I'm so leisurely.
Zhang Ling looked at that person. It was the person who came to ask about Ren's life at the Youfang Poetry Festival. If his guess was correct, this person was the first-class guest minister in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Zhang Ling acted calmly and said calmly: "Senior, I dare to ask. Name?"
The slutty man shook his head and said, "I asked you first, so you speak first."
Zhang Ling laughed at himself: "A unknown person is not worthy of being remembered by his predecessors."
The slutty man chuckled and said, "Nobody? Anyone who dares to steal from the Prime Minister's Mansion is considered a nobody? You were so calm after being discovered. I wonder if you have given up the struggle and just surrendered with ease, or do you have a back-up plan?"
Zhang Ling said: "In the face of my senior, I know that I can't resist. If my senior wants to ask anything, I will tell you everything I know. I just ask my senior to let me go."
The slutty man asked: "Okay, then let me ask you who sent you here? And what did you send you for?"
Zhang Ling lowered his head and muttered: "Yes..."
The slutty man looked leisurely from a distance, and suddenly sneered. He had already sensed the hidden murderous intention. He threw his hands over the bricks, rolled over in the air to avoid them, and at the same time, with a flick of his hand, he caught the flying needle flying from behind between his fingers, and then stretched out his palm again, The purpose is for the flying needle in his pupils to stop within an inch of his palm, waiting to cut off the energy, and then catch it with one hand. Finally, a needle falls from the sky, heading straight for the heavenly spirit. The slutty man seems too lazy to hide anymore, and directly inserts the flying needle into the top of his head, and reaches out to take it. But there was no trace of blood.
