Wei Mansion.
Wei Shuyu returned home feeling depressed.
Silk Road, Anxi Army...
I haven't even managed Hu County yet, how can it be so easy to convince His Majesty!
"Shyu is back?"
Wei Zheng was sitting in the hall. When he saw Wei Shuyu, he smiled and shouted, "I haven't come over to meet you, Uncle Xu."
Uncle Xu?
Wei Shuyu turned around and looked.
I, your mother...
Isn't this Xu Jingzong?
It doesn't work for you to leave me alone, why are you here to flatter my father?
"Ahem..."
Seeing that Wei Shuyu didn't call anyone for a long time, Wei Zheng looked a little embarrassed: "Shuyu, I heard from your Uncle Xu that you had a dispute with him at Wuyun Pavilion?"
No more running.
What Xu Jingzong is best at is eloquent words and changing the meaning between fonts.
Otherwise, he would not have been appointed as a writer.
"Dad, let me lend you my study to write a memorial!"
Wei Shuyu said something and left in a hurry without even looking at Xu Jingzong.
Um?
Wei Zheng was suspicious.
Although my son usually talks nonsense.
But for these uncles and uncles, they are all very respectful.
And he wrote a memorial as soon as he came...
"Yanzu, what happened between you two?"
Wei Zheng asked Xu Jingzong.
"Brother Wei, it's just a small misunderstanding." Xu Jingzong said tremblingly.
Small misunderstanding?
Now Wei Zheng was sure that Xu Jingzong was definitely to blame.
Standing up, Wei Zheng began to issue orders to expel guests: "If you don't tell the truth, please come back..."
"Brother Wei, you have to believe me."
Xu Jingzong hurriedly begged for mercy: "We worked together under Li Mi back then..."
"Shut up!"
Wei Zheng scolded sternly.
When he was in Wagang Village, his status was higher than that of Xu Jingzong.
Now that he is a servant, he can scold someone without any psychological pressure.
"I don't believe in my own son, so do I believe your lies?"
Wei Zheng said straightforwardly: "You also said that you haven't come to my residence once in several years, and when you come you bring fruits and spinach. It turns out you are here to beg for mercy..."
"Brother Wei, it's actually not a big deal."
Xu Jingzong stood up anxiously: "Wu Yun Pavilion opened, and the King of Wei asked me to stand on the stage. Who would have thought...who would have thought of facing Shu Yu."
"Asshole!"
Wei Zheng scolded angrily: "Are you looking for death by being so close to King Wei?"
"There are also Wuyun Pavilion, Wenyun Pavilion..."
"Do you think any official would dare to go there?"
Xu Jingzong's mouth moved, but he didn't know how to refute.
"okay."
Wei Zheng waved his hand and began to issue orders to expel guests: "Take the fruits and spinach back. You are not welcome in the Wei Mansion."
"Brother Wei..."
Xu Jingzong was anxious.
If he is driven away, the official position he just appointed may be gone.
"Do you want me to say it again?"
Wei Zheng said with a cold face: "Even if my son doesn't impeach you, do you think you can still be a member of Zhongshushe?"
"Zhongshu Sheren is a confidential and important position..."
"Your Majesty will not use an official who can have both sides, and who forms cliques for personal gain!"
Uh-huh.
Xu Jingzong's face turned pale.
He never imagined that he would just want to show off in front of others.
As a result, all his official positions were involved.
"Old Wu, see you off!"
Wei Zheng shouted loudly, fluttered his sleeves and left.
"Bachelor Xu, please."
The butler made an invitation gesture.
Isn't it stupid to want to ask the master for mercy after offending the young master?
It's easier for you to ask me for mercy than to ask the master.
Although I can't change the outcome, at least I won't scold you, right?
"Bachelor Xu, don't forget your fruit, spinach!" the butler reminded.
Xu Jingzong paused when he stepped out of the hall, and had to come back to take away the things.
study.
When Wei Zheng entered the room, he saw Wei Shuyu folding the memorial and putting it away.
"Dad, you came just in time."
Wei Shuyu handed the memorial to Wei Zheng: "Remember to submit it to His Majesty for me."
Wei Zheng unfolded the memorial and glanced at it. It was a memorial to impeach Xu Jingzong.
Looking at the usual vernacular text, the corners of Wei Zheng's mouth twitched, and finally turned into a sigh.
That’s all…
So be it.
If you force him to correct him, don't correct him later so that he won't criticize others.
"Dad, where are the books about the Silk Road?" Wei Shuyu suddenly asked.
"What, you want to develop along the Silk Road?"
Wei Zheng asked in confusion, and then nodded: "It's a good idea for merchants to use the Silk Road as a starting point, that's it..."
"Dad, don't worry about it."
Seeing Wei Zheng chattering endlessly, Uncle Wei interrupted impatiently: "Bring it to me quickly."
"You brat, you still dare to boss me around."
Wei Zheng glared and cursed, but still found a few books on the bookshelf.
Wei Shuyu flipped through it casually...
Then he threw the books on the table and turned away.
"Why don't you watch it?"
Wei Zheng blew his beard and stared.
I finally found it for you, but you lost it after just one glance. What do you mean?
"I'll watch it tomorrow!"
Wei Shuyu's indifferent voice came from outside the door.
The next day.
Wu Qiqi came to Wei Mansion.
Wei Zheng welcomed him cheerfully, and asked the butler to prepare fruits and make iced drinks. He was busy for a while.
"Qiqi, Uncle Wei is on duty. If Shuyu bullies you, you should send someone to notify Uncle Wei and see if I don't beat his ass when I come back."
Before leaving, Wei Zheng was still talking cheerfully.
"Thank you, Uncle Wei."
"Um."
Wei Zheng put his hands behind his back and walked away cheerfully.
People feel refreshed when happy events occur.
It's this warrior Yan who stays in Da'an Palace all day, so we can't find a chance to propose marriage.
"Qiqi, come on, help me find out what this means."
Wei Shuyu greeted.
Wei Zheng had already taken out the books, why did he just read them today?
I really can’t understand it…
We recognize the individual characters, but if they are connected together... that is the ancient heavenly book.
"oh."
Wu Qiqi obeyed the order obediently.
"Wei Shuyu, I'm sweating."
"Yeah?"
Wei Shuyu shouted towards the door: "Little Jiji, come in."
Uh-huh.
Choi Shin Ki flashed.
"Fan Qiqi." Wei Shuyu threw a folding fan.
"..."
Cui Shenji is numb.
Just call me in and let me do this?
"Wait a minute, Big Pot. I'll go get Qiqi a drink first."
Cui Shenji ran away.
Out the door: "Remains, the cauldron calls for you to come in."
Fang Yiai walked in the door with a bang.
To stir up trouble?
"Brother, let me pee first."
Fang Yiai also left.
Then……
"Xiao Shandao, big brother is calling you."
Qin Shandao found out after he came in that he had been cheated.
Wanted to leave and find someone else.
In the end, he sadly discovered that his scapegoat, Brother Xiuxiu, was no longer there.
what to do?
Fanning the flames...
inside the house.
Wu Qiqi translated, annotated, and outlined the important points.
Wei Shuyu recorded it carefully.
Qin Shandao yawned and mechanically encouraged the two of them.
"Brother, I'm going to the Imperial College."
"If you ask for leave, just say what I say."
"..."
Qin Shandao continued to quibble: "Then my father asked me what I learned today, how should I answer?"
"Arm strength!"
"..."
Hey guys, does fanning the flames count as training for arm strength?
"If you think it's too easy, you can do it while squatting."
Wei Shuyu added another sentence.
"..."
Time flies by...
In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the court meeting again.
Li Shimin sat on the dragon throne and discussed state affairs with the ministers.
Asked about the logistics, food and other issues of the expedition to the south.
After confirming that there were no problems, they discussed some difficult-to-decided state affairs.
Finally Li Shimin asked...
"Do you have any other notes to write, sirs?"
One breath, two breaths, no one came out after a while.
Just when Li Shimin was about to retire, Wei Shuyu suddenly took a step...
"Your Majesty, I have this report!"
He bowed slightly, inserted the wat tablet into his belt, and held a memorial in his hands solemnly and respectfully.
