Song Zhang felt that this plan was clever, and he immediately agreed readily: "Since Wang Yanke has considered the great interests of the academy, how can Song refuse? Let's have a drink first, and we will finish this for Jin Gui tomorrow."
Wang Zhengui was afraid that he would regret it in the future, so he quickly declined and said: "There are many official duties tomorrow, so I won't be able to spare time. It would be inconvenient if I go to the Experience Department to see you again. Why don't you just take a piece of paper and write it here. The handwriting is clear and there is no need to cover it. Official seal."
Song Zhang was already drunk and his head was still dizzy, so he said without any doubt: "That's okay. After the banquet is over, I will go to the study and write a few words for you."
Zhen Gui was very pleased with the plan and quickly bowed his head: "Thank you, Vice President Song!" After saying that, he raised his hand and drank the cold wine.
The scribe calculated with his fingers that Song Zhang would not come today, but when he looked at the man in front of him, he saw that he was not his immediate boss, but Wang Zhengui, who was in charge of the salt class.
"I heard people talking outside and thought it was Mr. Song who was here..." The clerk noticed a trace of uneasiness and had to smile awkwardly, "It turns out to be Wang Yanke, disrespectful."
"From today on," Wang Zhengui stepped over the threshold, "when I arrive, Lord Song will arrive."
The scribe was stunned: "The adults will speak if they have anything to say, but the younger ones really don't understand."
Wang Zhengui took out a piece of paper from his arms. The snow-white paper made Song Zhang's handwriting extremely clear.
The scribe came closer to take a look and found that it was indeed Song Zhang's own handwriting.
He glanced at Zhen Gui in surprise: "Master Song, has all the affairs here been left to you?"
Wang Zhengui said with a smile: "Exactly. However, I am still sitting in the Salt Department. All correspondence must be handed over to the department. If there is any concealment, Song Jingcheng will be called to punish you for the serious crime!"
The clerk knew that Zhen Gui was a difficult person to deal with. His face turned pale with fright, and he just said yes and welcomed him to his seat in fear.
"As long as you understand in your heart, I won't stay, and there is no need to be attentive anymore." Wang Zhengui told him, then waved his sleeves and left.
All the influence of the academy in the yamen was eliminated, and the government's road to victory became smoother. Although Song Zhang sobered up and felt a little remorseful, he finally regarded Zhengui as a loyal person and did not care about him. He went sightseeing, reciting poems and writing poems, ignoring other things all day long. Zhu Che is considered a responsible person. He takes care of the internal affairs of the academy day and night, but it is inevitable that he is a little overwhelmed. Wang Zhengui took aim at this opportunity, and he began to arrange for his confidants to enter Zhu Che's field of vision and serve as the dean's assistants. These people were also nimble and methodical, making Zhu Che increasingly dependent on them.
As Zhu Che's old ministers who "conquered the world" gradually lost their status, the title of counselor has become an empty honor, and Wang Zhengui's arms have reached out to all aspects of the academy, like a dark cloud shrouding people, making people breathless. .
The 'old ministers' also tried to persuade their dean, but Zhu Che still did not feel in danger, nor did he think that the current atmosphere of the academy was so deserted. Even though everyone had stiff faces during the discussion, and even though no one had any opinions... he turned a blind eye. Everyone was curious about what spell Wang Zhengui cast to make this local sage become so comatose. In fact, Wang Zhengui just let him immerse himself in the dream of Xingsheng Academy and be unable to extricate himself - this seems to be contrary to Zhu Che's ideas, but it is exactly what he is doing now. The words he once used to despise Xia Yuanlong finally came true for him.
The time has come. Wang Zhengui recited these words silently with joy, raised his head and came to the prefect.
"Prefect, you can take further action now." He shook his sleeves and looked very excited.
Seeing his confident look, the magistrate couldn't help but smile: "Jin Gui, this is the first time you are so happy."
Zhen Gui began to calm down and said with a smile: "People have joy, anger and sorrow, and this is also caused by true feelings."
"Since you are so confident, everything will be done according to your plan. Tell me quickly, what should I do?" The prefect sat upright, lowered his hands, and waited for his reply.
Wang Zhengui said: "Although the government has no interference with other academies and has no resentment, it has not yet had more communication with it to show its intention to cooperate. This is a regret in Zhu Che's heart. At this time, there are so many people there. My confidant, once the government sends people and the two families get closer, the future of the academy will be under the control of the government."
The magistrate said: "Jin Gui's words are very good. Why don't we send someone to the academy today to find out his attitude."
"That's great!" Zhu Che shook Song Zhang's hand vigorously and held his forehead to celebrate, "Our career has been successful!"
"The imperial court took the initiative to send someone here this time. It is expected that they are sincere. I hope the dean will receive you well and don't let others look down on our academy." Wang Zhengui continued.
But everyone was giving each other cold looks, their faces were blown by the wind, and they remained motionless as iron.
"Everyone, prepare to line up to welcome the envoy!"
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Zhu Che's trembling hand caught the magistrate's autographed document, and then he slowly got up from the ground and bowed to the envoy: "Excuse me, the envoy is coming from afar. Please sit down and talk."
He quickly separated the crowd, took Wang Zhengui, Song Zhang and several counselors, and entered the inner study with the envoy.
"The small academy is full of people with superficial virtues. It is not a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, but they can attract countless brilliance into the room, making their thin clothes look like literary colors, and their poor clothes are like bright silk ribbons. Zhu was extremely frightened, extremely frightened ." Zhu Che asked someone to bring a grand master's chair and asked the envoy to sit down.
"I wonder what you want to convey here?" Song Zhang asked anxiously.
The messenger said unhurriedly: "In the past, the academy was in filthy condition under the hands of Xia Yuanlong. He repeatedly opposed the government and was like a bully. Now that Mr. Zhu has brought order to the chaos, it is just what we want to see." I am sent here this time, firstly, to praise Mr. Zhu for his good governance, and secondly, to declare my intention to cooperate, treat each other as equals with Mr. Zhu, and jointly govern Suzhou."
Zhu Che was overjoyed when he heard this and asked, "Is there anyone in the Yamen who agrees with this proposal?"
The envoy quickly exchanged glances with Wang Zhengui, pointed at him and said, "Master Futai originally had numerous doubts, but it was Wang Yan who clarified everything in class, and only then did Futai change his mind and implement his plan."
Zhu Che and Song Zhang looked at Zhen Gui with admiration and sighed.
"Fu Tai is so wise, our academy must work together to help him!"
The two had a lively chat and exchanged several words. The envoy was about to leave just now and could not be persuaded to stay, so he had to send two bookboys to escort him back to the Yamen.
Unexpectedly, before the envoy took two steps, an old counselor stood up and pointed at Wang Zhengui and scolded: "You treacherous villain! We all saw clearly the wink you exchanged with the envoy just now! Who are you? Are you helping our academy, or are you helping them?!"
Wang Zhengui didn't know how to answer, and several other counselors also jumped out and kicked their chairs, and a tense breath came to his face.
