Eunuch Zhao sat quietly in the car and waited. While waiting, he could hear some passers-by whispering something about how they were envious of King Qi's cultural gathering. They were all envious of those who could enter Prince Qi's palace and marry Prince Qi. A good relationship may lead to a bright future.
"A bright future?" Eunuch Zhao couldn't help but sneered slightly when he heard this.
At this moment, the young eunuch had returned and stood waiting with his hands lowered. Eunuch Zhao took a look and said, "Have you checked everything?"
The young eunuch said eloquently: "The young eunuch has asked our people to take over. There is almost no discrepancy in the news. Here is a list for you, old man, to take a look at."
With that, he handed over a list of names and continued: "There are 213 people participating in the Qi Wang Wenhui. Thirty-three of them are well-known in Beijing. Most of them are famous for their music, chess, calligraphy and painting." Make a name for yourself. Among the remaining 180 people, 60 are students from poor families, but their knowledge is good, and they have a high chance of being ranked in the next subject. One hundred and twenty people are either the children of officials from other places, or Even if the children of local officials are not famous, they still have a foundation."
"When our people went in, some people rushed over one after another. Since they were just sending people to deliver gifts and not to participate in cultural gatherings, I didn't go to investigate further."
"Two hundred and thirty people?" He flicked his finger on the list filled with names, birthplaces, origins, and Eunuch Zhao smiled: "Go back to the palace!"
The bullock cart left just as it came. Because there were so many bullock carts parked at the entrance of Prince Qi's Mansion, no one noticed that the cart had come and gone.
In Prince Qi's palace, Prince Qi only walked around in the initial stage of the cultural gathering, accepted compliments from a group of people, and then directly asked his staff to help him socialize, while he returned to his position at the top, drinking wine and watching the scene. The singing and dancing in the song made me feel very good.
At this time, a staff member named Sun Bolan came in with a smile and came directly to King Qi's side.
Seeing that it was him, King Qi, who was already in a good mood, greeted him and came closer to talk.
"But have you heard about Daihou's literary meeting?" King Qi asked.
Sun Bolan has an elegant appearance, with a long face and handsome eyebrows. He is a thirty-year-old man with a white face and short beard. He has a long body and a tall body. He wears a Confucian robe, which makes him look quite elegant.
There are few powerful people who don't control their appearance, and the King of Qi is no exception. Moreover, Sun Bolan is not only elegant in appearance, but also very knowledgeable, good at doing things, and good at talking. He has already gained the attention of the King of Qi in less than two months since he came here. , pushing other staff out one after another.
After hearing King Qi's question, Sun Bolan had a calm attitude and smiled: "Your Majesty, I have inquired about it and even went to see it myself. I am afraid you don't know that Daihou is not holding this literary meeting in the palace, but will be The cultural conference was moved to the riverside boat! He must have known that this cultural conference was held in Beijing. Compared with our house, he would be reduced to dust and would be even more embarrassed."
"Didn't you, Your Majesty, give an order before that those who are friends with us in the capital are not allowed to go? As expected, not a single talent from the capital went to the Wenhui. The only talent who went there still had some talent in a remote barbarian land. Ming, Juzi, who has just arrived in Beijing, must not have known about the literary conference you held, so he accepted the invitation."
"Not only that, all the people who went there were only a few dozen, not even fifty. Compared with our Wenhui in Prince Qi's Mansion, the number of people here alone is far more than his several times." , Daihou has lost a lot of face this time!"
Uncle Sun spoke vividly. After hearing this, King Qi's face became even better and he laughed loudly: "Okay, okay!"
Clearly in a good mood.
"Alas!" At a table not far away, Wen Xunpeng, who was sitting drinking a glass of wine, had sharp ears. Although King Qi's voice was not very loud, he still heard a few words. Looking at the lively scene in front of him, he wanted to say something. But thinking about the cold reception he had received in recent days, he sighed again, kept silent, and just drank cold wine.
Staff like them would gather together to drink in groups of three or two, but there was no one around him, and it was extremely deserted.
"Ouch, why is Brother Wen drinking alone? But he's in a bad mood?" While he was drinking slowly, a person suddenly sat next to him and said.
When Wen Xunpeng turned around, he saw that it was none other than Sun Bolan who was joking with King Qi just now.
Wen Xunpeng twitched his lips: "I don't dare to admit this. Your Majesty is holding a cultural gathering today, why should I be in a bad mood?"
"That's right! The prince used to think highly of you, Brother Wen. Even if you are ignored, you shouldn't be unhappy, right? Since you are happy, you must drink the glass of wine offered by Sun! Otherwise, I have a grudge in my heart!" With that said, Sun Bolan raised his glass, gestured towards Wen Xunpeng, and took a sip.
Under such pressure, Wen Xunpeng could only frown slightly, fill a glass of wine for himself, and drink it.
Sun Bolan added: "Although Sun has just come to the palace, thanks to the prince's kindness, he has no choice but to occupy your courtyard, Brother Wen, and let you move to another place and squeeze together with the slaves. This is not Sun's original intention. This cup is an apology, Brother Wen, you must drink it!"
Then another drink.
Wen Xunpeng was already in a bad mood. Sun Bolan deliberately poked the painful spot, and then he was forced to drink a glass of cold wine. His internal organs immediately began to churn.
After that, he was persuaded to have a few drinks for various reasons. Sun Bolan was always in high spirits during happy events, but he was already full of worries, and now he was even more drunk.
"...Ugh!" After drinking the last glass of wine, Wen Xunpeng turned pale, covered his mouth, and hurriedly left the table and walked towards a remote place.
When he arrived at a place with few people, he spat it out with a loud sound.
Servants passing by frowned and stayed away when they saw that the man drunk like this was Mr. Wen, who had been ignored recently.
Wen Xunpeng vomited for a while, then straightened up and staggered towards the courtyard where he lived with an ugly expression.
"It's a pity that I have been following the prince for so long, but I was so insulted by a new villain."
"The few times I made suggestions, I didn't get much credit, but the plans were right after all. Without credit, there should be hard work."
"The prince actually asked me to move the courtyard to make room for that villain, and let me live in the same courtyard with the servants. How can this be the prince that I once thought was the master of the Ming Dynasty?"
He followed the prince and made suggestions so many times. At least six or seven times out of ten, he was able to help the prince. The remaining failures were mostly due to external factors rather than faulty strategies.
I'm not a god, so I can't always calculate everything in advance. But looking at the entire capital, how many of the kings' staff can really control everything without making any mistakes?
It's just a few mistakes that knocked him down from the clouds and let a new villain humiliate him. Such a person doesn't need help!
"But if I resign, I have to find another time."
Although Wen Xunpeng had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help but think deeply when he thought that he had been with King Qi for a long time and knew many secrets. His resignation might not be allowed and might lead to death.
