"Hit you..."
Peng Liang replied speechlessly.
If it were him, he would only want to beat Master Di at this moment.
Di Ying grinned with white teeth.
Peng Liang was curious.
He asked curiously: "Sir, do you really want him to beat you up? So you can use this method to deal with him? But in the final analysis: they are the Wu family. When it comes to His Majesty, His Majesty will only treat you two as... A private fight will not be taken seriously at all, so won’t you suffer in vain?”
Di Ying smiled and said nothing when he heard the question.
Just walking slowly.
As they walked, they turned their faces sideways and glanced at Wu Jianhui, who was following not far behind them.
There, Wu Jianhui's servants were urging his master in a low voice.
"Master, the steward left horse hoof prints by the south city gate. If this takes too long, the marks will be trampled by passers-by."
After hearing the reminder, Wu Jianhui's mind became clearer.
But it’s also a little more confusing.
If he wanted to go over and walk side by side with Di Ying, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for him?
If he walked in front of Di Ying, wouldn't Wu Jianhui become the boy leading the way?
He wants to continue to follow so slowly...
Wu Jianhui slapped his thigh fiercely and scolded the servant: "You blind bitch! Didn't you see your master walking? Go and get a horse!"
After scolding him and looking at Di Ying again, Wu Jianhui simply turned around and went to his house.
It's not too far from his mansion. After getting back and riding his horse, he can get to the other courtyard ahead of Di Ying.
I was really pissed off. Why were I following Di Ying like a lap dog? !
Di Ying watched Wu Jianhui leave, the smile on her face deepened.
After greeting Peng Liang, he went to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion.
Jingzhao Shaoyin and Song Wen, from the fourth grade, are over thirty years old. Being lectured by Yin Wudesen of Jingzhao Prefecture.
"You shouldn't just push the case of Zuo Shilang's Villa in the Ministry of Personnel at court. Those villas and villas are in the suburbs of Beijing after all. How can you directly tell His Majesty that you have nothing to do with it?
What happened? Is it a place outside the law? Do you want His Majesty to have this impression? "
Song Wen didn't dare to accept this.
He quickly bowed and apologized: "It's because the official was suddenly accused for no reason, and he was so panicked that he talked nonsense..."
"okay!"
Wu Desen waved his hand impatiently, with a somewhat warning tone.
Then he continued: "You are capable and willing to work hard in your duties. But you can't control your mouth. If there is a next time, you should think about it yourself."
Song Wen lowered his head and said "yes".
Wu Desen glanced at him, waved his hand and said: "Go ahead, go to Zuo Shilang's annex and have a look. Although His Majesty handed over the case to Di Youcheng, he is a newcomer from other places, what does he know?
Since the hot spring courtyard is still under the jurisdiction of my Jingzhao Mansion, you should go and give some advice to Di Youcheng, and don't really act like a hands-off boss. Then His Majesty will not be able to explain it. Do you understand? "
"I understand."
Song Wen agreed, and then silently withdrew.
Walking to his office, Song Wen let out a cold "chi" in his heart.
He is not allowed to interfere with a single thing within the area of that villa and several mountains. How can he still have jurisdiction over it? How to manage?
Any servant or maid who comes out of there can treat him like a fourth-grade official, so how can he care about it?
What Wu Desen meant: He clearly wanted Song Wen to keep an eye on Di Ying, so as not to let the new official's three firestorms in office burn him down.
He was also told to be on guard against Di Ying and not to cause trouble in front of His Majesty if he got burned.
He, Song Wen, just carries a piece of paper and goes around wiping the butts of certain individuals.
But that person Di Ying...
Song Wen was thinking in his mind, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the real person.
Song Wen narrowed his eyes slightly.
This Di Ying's behavior in the early court seemed to be upright. However, after taking the case, he did not go directly to another hospital, but came to find himself...
Is this tactful? Knowing that there was no way around him, he took the initiative to send it to his door?
Or do you want to be a back-up person before you even get started?
These thoughts stopped Song Wen, who was already unhappy, from going forward to greet him.
Seeing this, Di Ying walked over with a nonchalant smile, smiled cleanly and brightly, and said loudly: "Master Yu, I would like to ask you to follow me about the case in Wuzuo Shilang's Courtyard.
No need to say anything, no need to do anything, just take some people with you and follow me to see it. If anything happens, it's all on me, okay? "
Song Wen was slightly startled when he heard this.
The tone of Di Ying's words, his attitude toward himself, and the way he handled things...
Song Wen grinned, bowed slightly and said, "Let Mr. Di decide everything."
Di Ying raised her hand, caught the opponent's arms, and followed the trend, standing beside the opponent, and then asked in a low voice, seemingly "sneaky": "Are you criticized?"
After asking, seeing that Song Wen remained silent, Di Ying walked side by side with Song Wen and said with emotion: "I think your position is the most difficult to hold in the imperial court.
Gyeonggi is an important place. If there is any slight disturbance, it will be your responsibility, right? But the grade is not very high. Gee, it’s a lot of pressure.
In this world, if a stone falls from the sky, it will hit several officials, and among them there must be at least one of the first rank. There are also those people walking around who are either servants of this family or followers of that family. What should we do?
But I can't ignore it. Today, the owner's house is missing a chicken, and tomorrow, the west house is missing a duck, and they all have to come to you. Tsk, it's all in pieces. You still have to be careful about this.
However, serious and important matters almost always bypass you, and they only take you out to carry you when they can no longer hold back. There are no benefits, there are a lot of scapegoats, it’s too difficult. "
After hearing this, Song Wen suddenly felt that his eyes were a little hot.
He held Di Ying's wrist instead and choked twice.
I wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back.
Song Wen is a person who does not have a strong personality and is cautious in everything he does. To put it bluntly, he has a bit of a turtle temper.
It was because of this character that Xu Zhu was promoted and placed in the position of Jingzhao Shaoyin. Then be more careful.
When something happens, let the people below do it. If you do it well, the superior officer will take credit; if you don't do it well, you will be scolded by the superior officer, and Song Wen will shrink his neck and listen.
For anything, the first thought is to control your hands. You can't stretch it, and you can't stretch it too far, and carefully shrink back. It's like living slime.
Anyway, Shangguan needs a person like him in such a position and won't do anything to him.
Song Wen lived like this in a haphazard manner.
After sitting in this position for five years, he had forgotten to touch where his heart had gone.
But after all, he was still young, and he had ambitions.
Among grown men, who would want to live such a miserable life? Who doesn’t want to go one step further?
Is he going to sit in such a thread-like position until he dies of old age?
