"Dad, calm down, calm down."
Seeing his father being so angry, Gao Yaofu also regretted saying these things, but now he needed to be comforted.
He walked up and took Gao Qiu to sit down, made another cup of tea and brought it to his father: "Forget it, dad, we don't care about a bastard. Han Xin could bear the humiliation of his crotch in the past, how can the child not bear it today?" What a shame? Thirty years between Hedong and Hexi, my Gao family may not necessarily be as inferior to the Wang family in the future."
Gao Qiu took his tea and saw that his son was willing to bear the humiliation and bear the burden for the Gao family. He felt even more murderous in his heart. However, he had calmed down now. He just suppressed his hatred and said in a cold voice: "Don't worry, Fu'er. Dad knows Serious or serious, killing is not just done with a knife.”
"I will let him die, and I will let him die in your hands. Just watch. You don't need to wait long."
Seeing that his father had calmed down, Gao Yaofu felt relieved and sat back. He was about to ask any more questions, but he heard the servant knocking on the door and shouting: "Master, Weiyuan Jiedushi Zhu Meng Zhujie" Please see me."
The father and son looked at each other after hearing this, knowing why this guy was here.
"Dad, I'll go greet you."
"No, please sit still, my son."
Gao Qiu thought for a moment, then walked forward, opened the study door, and told the concierge: "Tell him that I am ill today and cannot see guests. Go ahead."
"Yes, sir."
"Hey, wait a minute."
Seeing the concierge turning around to leave, Gao Qiu spoke again and said, "Give him one more message. If the Zhu family still wants to stay in Bianjing City, pretend that what happened today never happened. Okay, let's go."
Gao Qiu waved away the servants, closed the study door, turned around to face his son's questioning eyes and said, "Now is not the time to disturb the Wang family. If it is done now, everyone will know who did it, even if If it weren't for us, some people would think that my Gao family was behind this."
"Wait, after this storm passes, dad will naturally make arrangements."
Gao Yaofu nodded when he heard this. He was convinced of his father's methods. His Gao family could rise from a poor family twenty years ago to one of the most powerful noble families in the Song Dynasty today. One, but it’s all because of my father.
"And Zhu Meng's son, you should stay away."
"Dad, why is this?"
Gao Qiu returned to his seat, picked up the tea cup and took a sip and said: "The Zhu family acted indulgently in the local area and did not know how to restrain themselves, which made the world angry and resented. Now it has caused Fang La to rebel. After the matter is settled, the people of the southeast must be given an explanation. This has been done since ancient times. Not many sycophants die well, so don’t be too clingy to avoid getting angry."
Gao Qiu's words of sycophancy excluded him. Indeed, although he, Taiwei Gao, was also a flattering minister, at most he was just relying on his favor for personal gain. With his status as a former minister of the current official family, he could not do anything. As long as he doesn't go too far, the officials will ignore it. Moreover, he is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he can be regarded as a half-civilian. He also has some close friends in the court, and has a voice of support in some impeachments. He and the family fled to The majesty of Bianjing's military governor is certainly not the same.
"Dad, I understand." Gao Yaofu nodded.
"Well, you go and wash up and apply some ointment."
"Okay daddy, please leave."
…
At this time, there was a rather luxurious carriage parked outside the gate of Gao Mansion, in which sat a middle-aged man over forty years old. He was half lying on the mink seat with his eyes closed, as if waiting for something.
After a while, the concierge of the Gao Mansion hurriedly came over, stopped in front of the carriage, and said to the carriage: "I have made Zhu Jiedu wait for a long time. My master is ill today and it is not convenient to see Zhu Jiedu. Please let me give him a call." Jiedu will apologize."
The middle-aged man in the car was Zhu Meng, the biological father of Zhu Ruxian, the Weiyuan Jiedu Envoy.
When Zhu Meng heard what the concierge of Gao Mansion said, he couldn't help but open his eyes, with a bit of surprise in his eyes. Captain Gao should have known the purpose of his coming, but he didn't see him. What was the meaning of this?
As for being ill, he didn't believe it. In the morning, he saw the Taiwei walking in high spirits, but he was ill in the evening. He was lying in broad daylight.
But since Gao Qiu was missing, there was nothing he could do. He could ask again when he saw him in the morning.
With this thought in mind, he said: "I understand. Since the Taiwei is ill, I cannot disturb you. Please tell the Taiwei to take care of your health and not to work too hard. I will go back home first and come to visit another day."
"Zhu Jiedu, wait a minute, my master asked me to bring a message to Zhu Jiedu."
"Just tell me."
"My master said that if the Zhu family still wants to stay in Bianjing City, today's incident will be treated as if it never happened."
"Just pretend it never happened..."
Zhu Meng murmured these words softly and asked the driver to drive away without saying anything.
The carriage passed through several streets in the east city and finally stopped in front of an unnamed mansion. Zhu Meng got off the car and walked in. All the servants he met on the way bowed and bowed their heads, saying "Master".
This mansion is where Zhu Meng settled in Bianjing. As for why it is unknown, the reason is that there are too many enemies, so that it will not be stolen one day without any reason.
Zhu Meng walked to the courtyard and met a suitcase man walking out of a wing. Zhu Meng stopped him and asked, "Doctor, how is my son?"
The doctor bowed and replied: "In response to the high officials, your left chest was fractured in two places. Fortunately, the internal organs were not injured. The old man has applied ointment. He should calm down and take care of himself in the near future. He will be fine in the next month."
"Thank you, doctor."
Zhu Meng thanked him and took the doctor to the accounting room to receive the reward with his servants, and then entered the side room alone.
"Everyone, go down."
After sending away all the serving maids, Zhu Meng sat in front of Zhu Ruxian's bed and looked at his only son, whose upper body was wrapped in a cloth strip, and said nothing for a moment.
Zhu Ruxian slowly opened his eyes when he heard the noise and saw that his father was back. He asked with some excitement: "Dad, how is it? Has Captain Gao agreed to impeach the Wang family with you?"
"No, Captain Gao did not see me because he was ill."
Zhu Meng looked at him and said this after a long while.
"Why, dad?"
Zhu Ruxian was a little angry when he heard this, and he was about to sit up with his hands on his hands. He originally thought that if his father and his confidant Gao Taiwei were impeached together, the Zhu family would definitely be imprisoned. At that time, he would bribe the jailer and make some No matter what the means, Xicheng would not have returned to his family by that time, but he didn't expect that his father would meet Captain Gao in person, but he would end up like this.
Zhu Meng quickly got up and supported his son, put two pillows under him, laid him down, and comforted him: "Son, don't get angry yet, your own body is important."
"Not only did Lieutenant Gao not see my father, he also asked his servant to bring a message to my father."
"What words?"
Zhu Meng met his gaze and said slowly: "If my Zhu family still wants to stay in Bianjing City, just pretend that what happened today never happened."
Zhu Ruxian was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then asked in confusion, "What does this mean, dad? Isn't Gao Qiu the prince of the dynasty and the commander of the front office of the palace? How can he still be afraid of an ordinary general?"
"I thought about it carefully all the way back as my father, and I feel that this matter is a bit strange. Then the Wang family may not be as simple as we see on the surface."
Zhu Mian turned around and sat down, frowning and continued: "My son knows that a month ago, my father had impeached the king for not teaching his son well. His son gathered a crowd to make trouble and beat good people, but the official just sent someone to reprimand him. I just gave up. Originally, my father thought it was because Wang Zhen was leading troops to fight, so the officials could not punish his son too much. Now it seems that even the scolding was just a show to show to his father, and the officials simply did not want to punish his son too much. I have no intention of punishing his son."
"Looking at Captain Gao's appearance today, the Wang family must have some support that ordinary people don't know about. It's just that my family has been in Beijing not long ago and we haven't learned about it yet. I'll go find out more about it tomorrow and then make a decision."
Zhu Ruxian nodded, looking at the bedside with dull eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"My son needs to take good care of himself first. The doctor said, take a good rest and he will be fine in the rest of the month. Don't worry about the rest of the things. My father will investigate clearly. If he is really an ordinary family, my father will definitely help my son." Seek justice."
After Zhu Meng finished speaking, he patted Zhu Ruxian's hand, stood up and left the compartment door.
…
Back to the Juxian Hall, all the sages were already very drunk at this time. Some were sleeping soundly leaning on stones, some were singing to the moon with wine jars, and some were holding Ergouzi and talking about love.
As for their hall leader, he had a great capacity for drinking. At this time, he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. He just kept talking to the air to persuade him to drink.
"Come...drink...continue...whoever falls...who is the grandson..."
Wang Zhi opened his mouth and cursed vaguely at Wang Fu who was walking towards him.
"Erlang, you can't drink any more. If you drink any more, you won't be able to return home."
"No...I have to make these grandsons drink today. I'm afraid...grandma...how dare you question my...drinking capacity...they must drink today and call them Big Daddy."
Wang Fu didn't say anything to him anymore. He just kicked Wang Gui, who was pretending to be dead next to him, and then stepped forward to lift Wang Zhi up and drag him out of the door.
Wang Zhi hung half of his body limply on him and continued to curse.
Wang Gui followed him as he walked to the door. He and Wang Fu walked towards the door holding their own two men on the left and right.
In the Song Dynasty, there was no curfew. It was already midnight, but the lights on Bianjing Street were still brightly lit. After the people had finished their farm work during the day, they would sell goods along the street at night when they had nothing to do. They sold cakes, drinks, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, flowers, and groceries. Jugglers, singers, ventriloquists are indispensable, and there are also 'ghost markets', flea markets, etc., and they all do not charge taxes.
It is these knowledgeable vendors and dotted street stalls that make the Song Dynasty uniquely prosperous in the history of the world. If our ancestors had souls, they would know that their descendants a thousand years later are banning stalls and selling food. What would they do? What do you think?
Wang Fu and Wang Gui stumbled towards the palace with Erlang from the Wang family on their hands amidst the eye-catching bustling noise along the way.
