The meeting is over.
The result of the court meeting: Feng Quli was defeated miserably.
Not only did it fail miserably, it became a joke.
Feng Quli walked out of Xianyang City in despair. When he walked to the street, he saw a newspaper in the corner.
Feng Quli recognized it from a distance. It was a general tabloid.
Why could Feng Quli recognize it so quickly? Because he has read the General tabloid many times.
Especially this edition, the Qingbai Fu is clearly printed on it.
Blackened and bold, the headlines on the front page are very eye-catching.
Moreover, Feng Quli personally spent 100,000 yuan to have someone print it.
Now every word was a taunt.
Feng Quili suddenly felt that his life was a joke.
All in all, who would have thought that Feng Jia would actually borrow money to pay bribes?
What the hell is this guy's brain like?
Feng Queli walked home dejectedly.
Unexpectedly, when he was halfway through, he was stopped. Several reporters walked towards Feng Quli with interest on their faces and asked seriously: "Master Feng, can you tell us how you feel now?"
"I heard that you lost in court. Did you really bribe Wang Wu?"
"Master Feng, since you bribed Wang Wu, why did you write a poem about innocence? Is the poem about innocence a provocation?"
"Master Feng, may I ask you... Oh, help me, Master Feng is beating someone. Master Feng is beating a reporter."
Other reporters seized this opportunity and immediately picked up their cameras to take pictures.
Great, tomorrow’s headlines are here.
Li Shui and Li Xin stood far away. Looking at Feng Quli who looked embarrassed.
Li Xin said: "Do you think this guy is innocent?"
Li Shui hummed: "Probably innocent. Otherwise, he wouldn't be stupid enough to write a poem about innocence."
"However, you can say that he is innocent. How can he be innocent? He must have known about bribing Wang Wu, but he just didn't know that he spent so much money."
Li Xin asked: "As for Wang Wu's money, what are you going to do with it?"
Li Shui said: "That's Wang Wu's money, what can I do?"
Li Xin was happy.
They watched Feng Quli enter Feng Mansion, and then Li Shui waved.
The craftsmen who had been waiting nearby immediately went to Feng Mansion excitedly.
In Feng Mansion, Feng Quili was standing in the courtyard, looking at every plant and tree here.
This place was left by our ancestors for three generations.
Counting from his own generation upwards, the Feng family has been a noble.
Feng Quli was very lucky. His father and grandfather were both direct descendants, so the house was passed down from generation to generation until it was passed down to him.
I didn't expect that it would belong to someone else so soon.
Feng Quili sighed and said to the servant: "Go, pour me a glass of wine."
Feng Quili was ready to say goodbye to his old house.
However, at this moment, people from Shangjun Courtyard came.
After they arrived, they said to Feng Quili: "Master Feng, we are here to take over this house."
Feng Quli said unhappily: "Can't you wait even one day?"
The craftsmen coughed dryly and said, "We can wait, but... if we don't get what we need, we'll have to wait."
"I don't know if His Majesty will be angry, I don't know if Banished Immortal will be angry, I don't know what the reporters waiting outside will say. I don't know if the people in Xianyang City will feel that Master Feng cannot afford to lose."
"Of course, we all know that Mr. Feng can definitely afford to lose. I'm just worried...those ignorant people will make random guesses and misinterpret your character."
"Sir, for such a noble and upright person, wouldn't it be unjust if he was labeled like this?"
Jiang Hukou kept thinking about Feng Quli, but Feng Quli heard everything in his ears as threats.
how? Do you want to tell His Majesty? Do you want to banish an immortal to deal with me? Do you still want to notify reporters?
Feng Quli's lungs were about to burst with anger.
But he held back.
He took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said to the servant beside him: "Let them check."
As a result, the servants did not move.
Feng Quili looked at the servant with some displeasure: "Didn't you hear that?"
The servant coughed dryly and said to Feng Quili with some embarrassment: "Sir, I no longer belong to you. When the steward mortgaged the assets, he mortgaged us slaves as assets."
"Now, I can barely be considered a member of Shangjun Courtyard."
Feng Quili looked at the face of the person next to him and became furious.
This guy... said he was very sorry, but the expression on his face was smiling.
Not only was he smiling, he was almost bursting with joy.
Bah, shameless.
Feng Quli said to the craftsmen: "I am penniless now, and there is no one available around me. You can only count the assets by yourself."
The craftsmen agreed respectfully, then turned to the servants of the Feng Mansion and said: "From now on, you will be the non-staff members of Shangjun Courtyard."
"When counting the accounts, you must actively cooperate. As long as you cooperate well, you may get rewards."
"I believe you know this. The character of the Exalted Immortal means that every fault must be punished and meritorious deeds must be rewarded. A clear distinction between grudges and grievances is what makes a man. If you want to go further and live a good life, then be more serious and active."
These servants all agreed, and then took the initiative to help the craftsmen in Shangjun Courtyard count their belongings.
Feng Quili looked at these active servants and felt uncomfortable.
It's like... you just broke up with the person you love deeply, and the next minute, he is single.
It turns out that the person I have loved for a long time is a scumbag.
Now that Feng Qili is looking at the servant, he feels like a resentful woman looking at a scumbag.
However, scumbag or not, this beautiful house has little to do with him.
Feng Quili sat on a stone bench, holding his knees with his hands, looking at the clouds in the sky.
I can't tell whether he is feeling sad or humiliated now, but anyway... he behaves quite calmly.
It only took three hours to count the belongings.
During these three hours, Feng Quili did not eat or drink water. He just watched calmly, as if he was watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.
He even remembered Buddhist scriptures.
Since the introduction of Buddhism, many dignitaries have become interested in Buddhist scriptures.
In their view, Buddhist scriptures are also a kind of philosophy and can be regarded as one of the hundreds of philosophers.
So, they began to study Buddhist scriptures as knowledge.
As for Feng Quili, although he did not study it in depth, he had heard some things and had some familiarity with the contents of the Buddhist scriptures.
I didn’t think it was anything before, but now I finally understand the state of mind described in Buddhist scriptures.
Therefore, Feng Quli felt sad and couldn't help but read out the famous Buddhist scriptures he remembered most: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
…………
Not far from Feng's Mansion, Wang Wan was sitting in the Prime Minister's Mansion, entertaining Li Si.
Li Si smiled and said: "The Prime Minister's move today is very good. Let the courtiers compliment Feng Quli, make him lose his vigilance, let him rush in greedily, and then be slapped on the ground by the banished immortal."
"Now it seems that Feng Quli is completely finished. He can no longer threaten the prime minister's position."
Wang Wan smiled slightly and said: "To be honest, Lord Ting, think about it, is there only one Feng Quli who can threaten my position as prime minister?"
Li Si was slightly stunned and asked Wang Wan: "What does the Prime Minister mean..."
Wang Wan said quietly: "The imperial censor is used to supervise the officials. If the prime minister makes a mistake, the censor will be promoted to the prime minister and command the officials."
"So the person sitting in the seat of the imperial censor is not only Feng Quli, but also someone else. I knocked down Feng Quli, but it was of no use at all."
Li Si nodded slowly: "That makes sense."
Wang Wan smiled slightly: "But now I have a plan to keep my position."
Li Si asked in confusion: "What's the plan?"
Wang Wan said: "Come up here."
There was obviously no one around, but the two people still performed such mysterious actions.
It seems that if the secret before going to work is not told in a whisper, a lot of expectations will be lost.
After hearing Wang Wan's plan, Li Si couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said with admiration: "Brilliant, really brilliant. Your Excellency, the Prime Minister, is really talented."
Wang Wan smiled slightly, waved her hand and said, "Don't praise me. I'm just trying to survive in the cracks."
…………
In the Feng family's mansion, the craftsmen from Shangjun Courtyard had already completed the inventory of assets, and then said to Feng Quili, "Please, my lord."
Feng Quili looked confused: "Where do you want me to go?"
The craftsman said: "The world is huge, where can't you go? But... you'd better have an accurate destination. Will we send you there?"
Feng Quili muttered an address.
The craftsmen walked around and found that it was still the original Feng Mansion.
A craftsman said helplessly: "Weren't you still very energetic just now? Why do you suddenly feel sleepy when you say you are sleepy? Doesn't it become too fast?"
Feng Quli said to the craftsmen: "I am penniless now, and there is no one available around me. You can only count the assets by yourself."
The craftsmen agreed respectfully, then turned to the servants of the Feng Mansion and said: "From now on, you will be the non-staff members of Shangjun Courtyard."
"When counting the accounts, you must actively cooperate. As long as you cooperate well, you may get rewards."
"You must have known about it. The character of the Exalted Immortal means that every fault must be punished and every merit must be rewarded. A clear distinction between grudges and grudges is what makes a man. If you want to go further and live a good life, then be more serious and active."
These servants all agreed, and then took the initiative to help the craftsmen in Shangjun Courtyard count their belongings.
Feng Quili looked at these active servants and felt uncomfortable.
It's like... you just broke up with the person you love deeply, and the next minute, he is single.
It turns out that the person I have loved for a long time is a scumbag.
Now that Feng Qili is looking at the servant, he feels like a resentful woman looking at a scumbag.
However, scumbag or not, this beautiful house has little to do with him.
Feng Quili sat on a stone bench, holding his knees with his hands, looking at the clouds in the sky.
I can't tell whether he is feeling sad or humiliated now, but anyway... he behaves quite calmly.
It only took three hours to count the belongings.
During these three hours, Feng Quili did not eat or drink water. He just watched calmly, as if he was watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.
He even remembered Buddhist scriptures.
Since the introduction of Buddhism, many dignitaries have become interested in Buddhist scriptures.
In their view, Buddhist scriptures are also a kind of philosophy and can be regarded as one of the hundreds of philosophers.
So, they began to study Buddhist scriptures as knowledge.
As for Feng Quili, although he did not study it in depth, he had heard some things and had some familiarity with the contents of the Buddhist scriptures.
I didn’t think it was anything before, but now I finally understand the state of mind described in Buddhist scriptures.
Therefore, Feng Quli felt sad and couldn't help but read out the famous Buddhist scriptures he remembered most: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
…………
Not far from Feng's Mansion, Wang Wan was sitting in the Prime Minister's Mansion, entertaining Li Si.
Li Si smiled and said: "The Prime Minister's move today is very good. Let the courtiers compliment Feng Quli, make him lose his vigilance, let him rush in greedily, and then be slapped on the ground by the banished immortal."
"Now it seems that Feng Quli is completely finished. He can no longer threaten the prime minister's position."
Wang Wan smiled slightly and said: "To be honest, Lord Ting, think about it, is there only one Feng Quli who can threaten my position as prime minister?"
Li Si was slightly stunned and asked Wang Wan: "What does the Prime Minister mean..."
Wang Wan said quietly: "The imperial censor is used to supervise the officials. If the prime minister makes a mistake, the censor will be promoted to the prime minister and command the officials."
"So the person sitting in the seat of the imperial censor is not only Feng Quli, but also someone else. I knocked down Feng Quli, but it was of no use at all."
Li Si nodded slowly: "That makes sense."
Wang Wan smiled slightly: "But now I have a plan to keep my position."
Li Si asked in confusion: "What's the plan?"
Wang Wan said: "Come up here."
There was obviously no one around, but the two people still performed such mysterious actions.
It seems that if the secret before going to work is not told in a whisper, a lot of expectations will be lost.
After hearing Wang Wan's plan, Li Si couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said with admiration: "Brilliant, really brilliant. Prime Minister, you are indeed talented."
Wang Wan smiled slightly, waved her hand and said, "Don't praise me. I'm just trying to survive in the cracks."
…………
In the Feng family's mansion, the craftsmen from Shangjun Courtyard had already completed the inventory of assets, and then said to Feng Quili, "Please, my lord."
Feng Quili looked confused: "Where do you want me to go?"
The craftsman said: "The world is huge, where can't you go? But... you'd better have an accurate destination, and we will send you there."
Feng Quili muttered an address.
The craftsmen walked around and found that it was still the original Feng Mansion.
Feng Quli felt sad inside.
He didn't want to get out of the car, so he stayed in the car without moving. And started pretending to sleep.
A craftsman said helplessly: "Weren't you still very energetic just now? Why do you suddenly feel sleepy when you say you are sleepy? Doesn't this become too fast?"
