Jinyiwei Qianhu is different from the small Baihu. Qianhu is a fifth-grade military attache. He is the type who gets a salary from the court. He also has soldiers under his command. Seeing that the situation cannot be ended easily, Leng Bingbing, who has been observing the situation from the side, is He was so anxious that if he used force, Leng Bingbing was confident that he could take down the Qianhu master and buy time for his husband to escape. It was also possible to stop these Jinyi guards by himself, but in the future, his husband would be on the run. Now he is working hard step by step. Come on, the results of your hard work and everything you have will be in vain. It will be difficult to get up again.
Leng Bingbing didn't want her husband to be taken away by the Jin Yiwei. If he was taken away, it would be very bad. The Jin Yiwei were all masters who drank blood and ate flesh. Kind people would lose their skin when they entered. What's more, it was the husband who beat someone. If If you want to keep your husband, you have to use violence, be in a dilemma, weigh the pros and cons, and make up your mind. Suddenly, an idea flashed in Leng Bingbing's mind, and she thought of a person, a person who could turn big things into small things, a person who could suppress many things in Songjiang Mansion. Power is a good medicine to cure diseases, and it is the supreme thing that a person has. Although he is immune to all kinds of poisons, no one dares to bully him. Zhang Jinghui is such a person, a person who can speak for himself in Songjiang Mansion.
Although Wang Busheng always said that power is a means to maintain justice, in many cases he only maintains his own justice, and the residual power of power also brings endless benefits. This is true now, and will be true in the future, in any era. Power is not good, as you climb high, you will die quickly. Power is good, and it is a profitable business.
When no one was paying attention, Leng Bingbing quietly retreated, feeling uneasy in his heart. How do I face another woman? Everyone is selfish and wants to have it alone. How many people are married to true love? There is nothing wrong with anyone. It is just the world that is wrong. Loving someone may mean... Compromise, in order to save my husband, I am not afraid of death, and other things don't matter, and this is the only way to save my husband safely and unscathed. I don't think about it anymore, and run towards the backyard in a cold and hurried way.
Wang Busheng has been away for a while, and Zhang Jinghui is also a little anxious. Because of his identity, Zhang Jinghui rarely appears in public, so Zhang Jinghui always comes quietly and leaves after finishing his work. It is already time to come out today. It was a little long, but Wang Busheng hadn't come back yet. It was rare to be alone with Wang Busheng for a while, and Zhang Jingjun didn't want to leave in such a hurry.
The protruding door is pushed open from the outside,
"You're back," as soon as Zhang Jinghui finished speaking, she realized that the person who came was not Wang Busheng, but a woman.
The situation was special. Leng Bingbing didn't have so many coquettish words, chatting with seniority, or saying, "I'm sorry to bother you," and some other superficial courtesy. Instead, he went straight to the point and shouted, "Sister, my husband is in trouble, go and help." help him".
Zhang Jinghui suddenly stood up, thinking that she was causing trouble, but it turned out that she was in an emergency. She took a few steps forward, took the cold hand and walked outside, "Sister, tell me slowly, what's wrong with my husband?"
So Leng Bingbing briefly stated the general facts.
Then the worry on Zhang Jinghui's face slowly disappeared, "It turns out to be such a small thing. Sister, don't worry, my husband will be fine."
I thought that Wang Busheng had committed something serious. He killed people, set fires, or even greeted the women in Zhu Xiluo's family in public. He just beat up a member of the richly clothed family. What's this? It's just a servant of his own family. , can slap Jinyi Baihu in the face without any scruples.
"Sister, the Jin Yiwei are the emperor's personal soldiers. Those who beat the emperor should be punished very seriously."
Leng Bingbing asked worriedly.
As long as it is linked to imperial power, any small matter will become a major event. Imperial power, as a weapon of the ruler, cannot be humiliated or harmed.
"Haha, sister, that's right. You can also put it another way. This man from a hundred households in gilded clothes oppressed the good and received some teachings from the righteous man."
With the word "official" in two words, the family members of officials naturally have the right to confuse right and wrong by referring to deer as horses, not to mention that Wang Busheng is quite fair to begin with.
The appearance of Zhang Jinghui means that the matter will be solved perfectly. Leng Bingbing's worries have also eased a lot.
"Mr. Wu, you are such a big hater." Zhang Jinghui came to stand next to Wang Busheng and looked at Wu Shanchang.
Wang Busui was moved in his heart and asked hurriedly, "Why are you here? It's dangerous here. You'd better go back quickly."
If he can't be kind anymore, he will have no choice but to use force. At worst, he will run away. The Ming Empire can't stay any longer, so he will flee overseas. The world is so big, you should go and see it.
His fists and feet were not long-sighted, and Wang Bushit was also worried about hurting Zhang Jinghui. He looked at his family members who had moved him, and Wang Bushit advised: "And you guys, please step back. This is my own business and has nothing to do with you. From now on, If you do good business, it will be easy to support yourself as long as you work hard."
These are not considered last words.
In the large crowd, Zhang Jinghui did not show too much enthusiasm. Instead, she whispered in Wang Busheng's ear, "You have forgotten my identity. I am just a member of a wealthy family. To put it bluntly, even the cooks in my house are better than him." "The official position is great"
"Well, cooking should also be respected."
A seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, not to mention a minister of the current dynasty, a fifth-rank military attache still looked down upon.
"Oh, look at me, why did I forget this? If I had known, I would have beaten up this annoying Qianhu to vent my anger." Wang Busi slapped his head and realized that he also had a backer.
Zhang Jinghui has always gotten along with Wang Busheng as equals. She does not have the arrogance and arrogance of a wealthy family. She always has the temper of a young lady even towards her lover. Zhang Jinghui has a gentle personality and treats Wang, who is a businessman. I also really like Wang Budie, and I never meant to look down on Wang Budie.
Therefore, Wang Bushit also forgot Zhang Jinghui's identity. Wang Bushit had always regarded Zhang Jinghui as his woman, his sister, his co-tenant partner, and the builder of his beautiful life. He had never considered Zhang Jinghui as the granddaughter of the British duke. Take it to heart.
Although there were many cases of bullying by second-generation officials in the previous life, due to the media and the Internet, all the gentlemen and ladies have restrained themselves, so everyone hears less of such news. As Wang Budie's level of life in his previous life, It is difficult to get in touch with certain officials and their families. After all, he has no strength, and it has been the same in this life. After living for more than ten years, he doesn't know many leaders. Therefore, Wang Busheng never thought that he could use power to suppress power. way to solve the problem.
As Wu Shanchang, who has been in the position of Qianhu in Jinyiwei for more than ten years, although his ability may be a little worse and he usually makes fewer friends, after all, he is too poor. People who are too poor have no friends, but he is also used to seeing big people. I have seen all kinds of people in the scene, ranging from government officials to ordinary people in the market.
Seeing a girl who suddenly appeared with an extraordinary temperament and a vague sense of nobility lingering in her body and mind, Wu Shanchang did not immediately order to capture her together, but asked, "Who is this girl that I dare to ask?"
Zhang Jinghui bowed politely and said, "Mr. Wu is such a noble person and forgets things. Last year, Mr. Wu went to have a drink at my father's birthday."
To be honest, because of poverty, Wu Shanchang drank a lot of wedding wine every year. Of course, Lao Wu only went with his mouth, and he never had red envelopes. Therefore, Zhang Jinghui said that he had attended Zhang Luzi's birthday party, but Wu Shanchang really couldn't think of who it was.
"Haha," Wu Shanchang smiled awkwardly, "I have a lot of things to do every day. I have a lot of work to do every day. What I did yesterday may be forgotten today. Can you give me a reminder?"
Baihu was still crying there. Things had developed to this point. He wanted to take down Wang Busheng to avenge himself. However, he once wanted to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway. Seeing Master Qianhu's face relax, Baihu started to cry again, "Sir. , you have to make the decision for me. I work hard for you, but I am treated like this by unruly people. The world is unfair, where is the justice of heaven?"
Baihu responded with a powerful kick from Wu Shanchang, "The stinky and shameless thing has the same noun as those stinky and shameless civil servants. Damn it, can I understand the idiom?"
Playing the piano to the cow and speaking English to the crow is indeed inappropriate.
"Mr. Wu is busy at work, and it is reasonable for him not to remember the little girl." So Zhang Jinghui reached into her arms, then took out a small sign and handed it to Wu Shanchang's hand, "Mr. Wu, take a look at this, I think it will be able to make you happy." Sir, remember my identity."
Master Wu took it tremblingly, because he had clearly seen the material of the sign. It was gold, and it could not be lower than his immediate superior, Commander Hao Liande.
The material is gold and the whole body is yellowish. This is similar to the ID card of the 21st century, but it is a bit more advanced and is something that ordinary people are not worthy of owning.
Although Wu Shanchang was a military attache and didn't know many characters, he could still recognize the three characters "British Duke" above.
He raised his head and looked at Zhang Jinghui in disbelief. Suddenly, Wu Shanchang knelt down. This was someone he could not afford to offend.
Let’s not talk about the background of the Duke’s family, but let’s talk about Zhang Luzi’s temper. No one in Songjiang Mansion would dare to offend him. If he had a conflict with him, Wu Shanchang would have no choice but to commit suicide.
"Master Wu, why are you so careless? Get up quickly." Zhang Jinghui still didn't want so many people to know her identity. As long as the other party knew her identity, the problem would be solved.
The task of supporting Wu Shanchang can only be Wang Budie's.
"Master Wu, the thing is like this. This prince is my friend," Zhang Jinghui pointed at the shop and said, "This shop also belongs to him. Because the prince's products are good and his business is good, he is jealous of the neighbors next door. Together with hundreds of families in Jinyi, they framed the loyal and oppressed the good. I feel that Mr. Wu has good intentions and will definitely seek justice for my friend."
In just a few words, Zhang Jinghui finalized the incident. These things were all told by Leng Bingbing, but Zhang Jinghui firmly believed that this was a fact.
"Yes, what Miss Zhang said is that I hate the kind of people who use power for personal gain and use their small power to seek their own interests. The power in our hands is given by the Holy Spirit and the people. The only "My purpose is also to serve them. Miss Zhang, don't worry, I will investigate this matter thoroughly and give this young master justice. Justice is in the heart of the people, the truth will last forever, and good people will not be wronged."
"Uh, okay, let's pretend we're indifferent."
"I dare to ask this young master's name and tell you the matter in detail." Looking at Wang Busheng, Wu Shanchang bowed deeply. People who can become friends with the eldest granddaughter of a British prince are naturally not ordinary people. It is important to treat her politely.
"My name is Wang BuShu." Pointing to the room, Wang BuShu said, "Sir, let's talk in the room."
Because what everyone expected did not happen, some brave people started to look here again. Wang Busheng had no intention of being looked at as a monkey. If he had anything to say, he could still say it in the room, and his status as the eldest wife could guarantee that. For his own safety, the tables, chairs and benches in the room are also safe. Besides, Zhang Jinghui's identity is relatively unknown, and Wang Busheng doesn't want too many people to know about it.
Seeing Mr. Qianhu kneel down to the woman, Baihu's heart suddenly thumped. Could it be that he had kicked an iron plate? A bad feeling made Baihu very worried.
"Wang Bu Die" Wu Shanchang was shocked. Isn't this the illegitimate son of his alcoholic master? He took a closer look at Wang Bu Die's appearance, not to mention that he looked very much like him. The master was lonely and helpless, so it would be a big deal to find his long-lost child. Fortunately, even if it is an illegitimate child, it is still a happy thing. Of course, the master asked him to keep it a secret, and Wu Shanchang did not take it upon himself to tell Wang Immortal's identity. After all, masters all over the world are the same, they like to beat people. His master's son actually got together with a woman from a British family. Could it be that they were having an affair? Did he need to tell his master the good news? Old Wu's thoughts began to wander.
"you know me"! Seeing Wu Shanchang's surprised look, Wang Bushit had a questioning look on his face.
"Uh, haha, how do I know you, Mr. Wang? I just think your name, um, has personality," Wu Shanchang explained.
Sitting in the room, as a party to the whole incident, Leng Bingbing told the whole story in detail. He did not hide anything, did not defend himself, and did not deliberately add fuel to the fire to frame others. He was open-minded and had to be himself. Conscience, there is no need to kill all small things.
Warriors are all hot-blooded and cynical when it comes to injustice. He slapped the table and said angrily, "It's really unreasonable. I didn't expect that there would be such a black sheep under my rule. Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will definitely give you an explanation. It's fair." If it is in the heart of the people, the truth will abide forever."
Forehead. , well, Wu Shanchang had been on the battlefield after all. Although his nutrition was not keeping up because of the low salary, his strength was still quite strong. With one slap, well, the table legs were broken and it fell.
Fate is misfortune, what is supposed to come will come. You can escape the first day of the new year but not the fifteenth. Maybe this is your fate. Looking at the table that fell to the ground, Wang Bushui felt very sorry for those few taels of silver.
"Well, Prince Wang, I'm sorry, I'm a little stronger."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I just happen to have plans to buy a new set of furniture," Wang Busheng could only explain. It seems inappropriate to ask people to pay money. ,
"Young Master Wang, just wait, I will deal with this matter right away and give you a result tomorrow."
That's what warriors are like, they act vigorously and do what they say, it's that simple.
"Miss Zhang, Mr. Wang, take your leave."
Soon, Wu Shanchang and the voice begging for mercy came out of the house.
"Take everyone away,"
"Sir, we were wronged and he was the one who beat us."
