Beijing.
In a separate courtyard.
Feng Yueheng was wearing moon-white clothes and sitting on a recliner.
The sun shone lazily on his body.
He squinted his eyes and said slowly: "Zi Chu, is the attitude over there clear?"
"Father, Mr. Jiang Ge means that we should not come forward this time. It is better to stay out of the matter."
Sitting not far from him was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he was young, like Feng Yueheng, he was dressed in white and had a calm and calm expression. He looked talented and was one of the best among people.
He is Feng Yueheng's eldest son, Feng Zichu.
In Feng Yueheng's view, all the four eldest sons in the capital are empty, and no one can compare to his own son.
"It's good to stay out of the situation, but the idea is good, but whether it can be implemented needs to be discussed."
Feng Yueheng narrowed his eyes and said.
"Discuss? Father, what does this mean?" Feng Zichu asked.
"We are all from Dongling Academy. On the surface, we no longer form cliques for personal gain, but people below will still treat us as one."
"Not responding or paying attention means betrayal. A fish will suffocate if it leaves the water. If we completely offend the people below, who will fight for us in the future? There will no longer be anyone we can use."
Feng Yueheng analyzed the reasons bit by bit.
Feng Zichu's ability to comprehend was beyond ordinary people, and he immediately understood Feng Yueheng's dilemma.
"It's not that my father didn't show up, he's really sick, and he's very sick."
Feng Zichu suddenly said.
"Yes, my father is ill, very ill."
Feng Yueheng nodded with a smile.
This son is getting smarter and smarter, but on the contrary, the other son, Feng Ziyuan, is getting worse and worse.
Fortunately, he sent Feng Ziyuan to the academy early.
In the academy, the masters would naturally teach him lessons without him taking any action.
…
The news that Feng Yueheng and Jiang Wanliu were ill spread quickly.
Disciples from their sect came to visit one after another, and some wealthy businessmen, nobles, etc. who had good connections and had contacts also came to visit.
Even the emperor called the palace doctors and gave them various supplements to recuperate their bodies. This is really a great favor from the emperor.
Those who visited found that the two pavilion elders, Feng Yueheng and Jiang Wanliu, were both seriously ill and were not pretending to be ill.
In this case, they have nothing to say.
However, Feng Yueheng and Jiang Wanliu did not pay the price at all.
If they are sick, their power as the cabinet minister can only be temporarily put aside. Then, the entire cabinet almost becomes Zhang Tingyu's monologue.
Liu Yu would not confront him. Apart from that, no one could restrain him.
As a result, Wang Yang, the censor, was appointed as the imperial envoy and went to Linze City to see it in person.
Wang Yang also received a receipt from Emperor Qi Xingyun.
Qi Xingyun scolded him and told him not to talk nonsense if he didn't understand the whole story in the future.
Rumors and reports also need to be based on evidence and cannot come out of thin air.
But Wang Yang was not afraid of this.
From the moment he planned to write the memorial, he considered various subsequent situations, and even considered the emperor's use of prerogatives to execute him.
That way, he can be famous forever.
This is an honor for literati.
"The emperor wants me to see it, so go."
Wang Yang sat at the front seat, glanced at the dozen or so officials below, and said calmly.
But the other Yan Guan was not as calm and composed as Wang Yang.
They were all following the trend, just for fame, and thinking that the law should not punish the public, but they never thought that they would be treated like this.
According to past experience, if the emperor is dissatisfied, he usually just ignores the matter or sends someone to come over and rebuke him, and the matter will be over.
"Master, don't you go find someone to beg for mercy? Let Master Zhang beg for mercy for us."
There is a famous saying about officialdom.
"Pleading for mercy? This transfer order was issued by the cabinet and the emperor together. It has been stamped with a big seal and is already in effect."
"Do you think the affairs of the imperial court are child's play?"
Wang Yang's voice gradually became louder.
Not enough words to speculate.
Since they couldn't talk to Wang Yang, they could barely bear to say a few words to Wang Yang, and then left the palace together.
"Hey, I'm so stupid. Why did I follow Mr. Wang to submit the memorial?"
"Yes, his lord, the king, has no sons. His wife has been dead for many years, so he is a lonely man. What does he have to fear? We are different. As for the whole family, if the emperor is angry, we will be dismissed from office. OK."
"The two pavilion elders are also unreliable. They got sick at the right time."
"Keep your voice down. If someone hears you, it will be terrible. Can this elder of the pavilion just slander you casually? We should be careful in our words and deeds."
A group of officials left dejectedly.
In the past, they had elders and adults supporting them, but now, the big shots have all shrunk, and they have no other way out.
"All we have to do is comply with it."
They had already made up their minds. When they went to Linze City, they would do less and see less, and give Chu Xiquan and Luo Xingchen a good review.
People carry people in sedan chairs.
Thinking about it, they were embarrassed to treat him too much, so that they could deal with the emperor.
…
"Haha, I won again."
Feng Meiyu stretched out her arms and gathered all the chips in front of her into her arms.
He laughed and his mouth watered.
Suddenly, the back of his head hurt.
I couldn't help shouting: "Who? Who attacked me secretly?"
There was a burst of laughter in my ears.
He sobered up immediately.
In front of him, Master Xu Guanghui, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, was waiting for him with a ruler.
"gentlemen……"
"Stand up and stretch out your hand." Xu Guanghui shouted.
Feng Meiyu had no choice but to extend her hand.
"Pah...pah..."
After being beaten hard for many times, Xu Guanghui let him go.
But then, he could no longer sit and could only stand and listen to the lecture.
He waited until get out of class was over before he heaved a sigh of relief.
Thinking of this period of college life, my eyes filled with tears.
When will it be the first time?
When will Mr. Luo come back?
While he was in a daze, his senior brother Ren Qingyuan was helping him pack up books and papers.
"Senior Brother, when will Senior Brother Luo come back?"
Feng Meiyu asked.
If Luo Xingchen was here, he would definitely be much better off and wouldn't be targeted like this.
"Junior brother, he went to the north to do business. I don't know when he will come back."
Ren Qingyuan smiled slightly.
"It would be nice if he could come back soon." Feng Meiyu sighed.
"Yeah, I'm also looking forward to his return."
Ren Qingyuan nodded.
He has many mysteries that are difficult to solve recently, and this mystery comes from his mother Qu Yaxiang.
For some reason, my mother suddenly had a sum of money on hand...
