In the elegant room of Furong Restaurant, the aroma was ethereal. The pot of tea on the round table had dried up. Lu Zuo played with the tea cup in his hand with interest. In response to Fan Enyu's questions, Lu Zuo just laughed it off and did not answer. Lu Zuo stood up slowly, came to the window, and slowly pulled up the bamboo curtain. The moonlight from the window slipped into the house with the cold wind, and a chill came. The silver moonlight overlapped with the lights in the house, reflecting on Lu Zuo. Zuo's face! He inadvertently tightened his cloak, then looked at the bright moon on the eaves, and said calmly: "The Chinese New Year will be coming soon, let's give a big gift to a friend!"
Monk Fan Enyu was confused and looked at Yin Ji. Yin Ji seemed to have already understood the answer, but he just smiled in return and did not answer. Fan Enyu looked at the two chattering masters and apprentices and didn't know what kind of medicine they were selling in the gourd. Although he didn't know what they wanted to do, he surprisingly trusted Lu Zuo.
In the private room just a few steps away from the corridor, Xia Tong sat down angrily, drank the glass of wine on the table in one gulp, and murmured in frustration: "Damn it, I've been pouring it for eight lifetimes." Bad luck."
At this time, Young Master Li hadn't gone back yet. He covered his purple face from outside the curtain and walked angrily behind Xia Tong. He was embarrassed to say anything for a while.
Mr. Wu and others also stood across the table with bored expressions, and no one dared to sit down.
"Everyone, sit down!" There were only leftovers left, and he couldn't even pick up a few dishes. Xia Tong became angry again, threw his chopsticks on the table, "Fuck..." and cursed several times.
At this time, Mr. Li ordered to his servant: "Go and tell the kitchen to serve good wine and good food. If we don't get drunk tonight..."
"No, no, no, it's boring..." Xia Tong interrupted him, "It's better to leave earlier!"
Mr. Li looked at Mr. Wu with an embarrassed look. Mr. Wu had known Xia Tong for several years and knew Xia Tong's personality well, so he gave him a wink. Mr. Li understood, and continued to approach Xia Tong in a friendly manner, and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Xia, I will be the host tonight, and the young ones will accompany you tonight!"
Mr. Wu also echoed: "Brother Xia, if you want to stay and have a drink, I have something to say."
Xia Tong shook his head and said angrily: "Everyone, please sit down."
Three or four people sat down again, and Mr. Li's servant hurried out to hand over the food and drinks to the kitchen. In a moment, the table was filled with good wine and delicious food. The boy smiled and asked: "Masters, do you want to call some more girls?"
Mr. Li looked at Xia Tong. Xia Tong seemed to be in a much better mood, but he still waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it later!"
After a few glasses of wine, Xia Tong's depression reappeared on his brows. Seeing Mr. Li's bruised nose and face, he would sigh from time to time.
Mr. Wu saw the clues and said with a smile: "Brother Xia, there is no need to worry. You are an official and he is a businessman. Your father, the Minister, is respected by thousands of people. What does his father mean? His annual taxes and money are not in charge of the Minister." !”
After hearing this, Xia Tong's heart moved, yes! You can't do it openly, but you can't do it secretly!
Mr. Li also laughed and said: "Brother Xia doesn't know something. Didn't Fan Enyu just say that he wanted to buy land in the southern suburbs?"
"Yeah! So what?"
"I know the seller of that land well, little brother."
Xia Tong took a sip of his wine and stared at Mr. Li, "What do you mean?"
"Hehe... That's my family's land, and it's my cousin's land. To be honest, those pieces of land have excellent feng shui! My father has tried to buy it from him many times, but my cousin refused, and every time he paid a sky-high price. Send us away. Now that the Fan family wants that land, they must be willing to be this big-headed ghost. Of course, with their financial resources, they can afford it..."
"Speak directly what you mean." Xia Tongtong said, "No need to beat around the bush!"
"Brother Xia, don't be anxious!" Mr. Li chuckled, drank all the wine in his hand, and continued, "Fan Enyu is keeping you from coming to the stage today, but I have a way to let him know that it's not good for you to know. It also made him understand the principle of not fighting with officials."
Everyone asked: "What can we do?"
Mr. Li said seriously: "Since they want my cousin's land, we won't let them get it!"
After hearing this, Xia Tong looked slightly embarrassed, "How much does your cousin's land cost?"
Mr. Li knew that Xia Tonghui had misunderstood, so he quickly explained: "My cousin has put a sky-high price on that piece of land. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to buy it soon."
"Then why are you saying these useless things? Do you have a way to make your cousin change his mind?"
Mr. Li smiled and said, "It's impossible for someone like my cousin to change his mind, but..."
People asked: "But what?"
"But Brother Xia, don't forget what your father, Lord Shangshu, does!"
Xia Tong suddenly realized that yes, his father was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and he was in charge of land taxation. It would not be easy to handle this matter. "You are right. My father is in charge of the Ministry of Revenue well, but how can I do that?" How about asking his old man to come forward and claim the land?"
Mr. Wu interrupted: "This is not difficult, I have an idea!"
"Tell me!"
"Let's wait for Fan Enyu to buy the land first, then let Mr. Li buy off his cousin, and then forge a land deed to Fan Enyu. Wouldn't it be better to investigate him then and say that he forged the land deed!"
Xia Tong disagreed, "To put it lightly, it's not easy to fake the land deed, let alone how can his cousin cooperate with us in doing such a thing?"
Mr. Li laughed evilly, "Brother Xia, you have forgotten that your lord is the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. This official seal is not just a matter of your lord's words! As for my cousin, my younger brother will naturally go around and deal with it. When I hear your name, what can I not do?”
The next day, there was a solemn atmosphere in the Xuanzheng Hall. All the ministers were hunched over and their hands were shaking violently. It was not because of how cold the weather was, but because today the Emperor of Han actually sat on the dragon chair for a long time without saying a word. He just leaned back on the chair with his eyes slightly closed. * There was dead silence in the solemn hall. Several senior officials had long known the emperor's character. Once the Han emperor looked like this, it meant that he was making a difficult decision. In other words, what would happen next? The emperor may announce an extremely important matter, so no one dares to step forward to interrupt the Han emperor's thoughts now.
