Glancing at Gongshu Cuo, Wei Wangfeng nodded: "Old Prime Minister, please rest in peace and recuperate. I understand."
Seeing his uncle's skinny face, old and painful, Wei Wangfeng suppressed all the words in his heart. When he was dying, he did not care about the survival of his family, but still considered the country of Wei.
This sincerity moved Wei Wangfeng.
After walking out of the dormitory, Mrs. Cuo came to greet Mr. Gongshu: "My wife is sending your Majesty to you."
"Old madam, you don't have to. Just take good care of the old prime minister." Wei Wangfeng looked at the old madam who looked tired and had red eyes: "I took five thousand gold, and the old madam kept it and used it as future expenses for the mansion."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The old lady cried, but she did not refuse. Her uncle was critically ill, and everyone in the house had to live, which required a lot of expenses.
In the entire Gongshu clan, no one is currently serving as a high-ranking official, and the low-level officials can hardly support themselves, let alone support the government.
The five thousand gold sent by Wei Wangfeng solved the urgent need of the family.
After sending Wei Wangfeng out, the old lady came to the dormitory and felt sad when she saw the old uncle with a thin face and gray beard.
In the bedroom, she felt decay and twilight. She knew that Uncle Gong didn't have much time left.
Seeing his wife crying, Gongshu Cuo struggled and reclined: "Madam, don't worry, birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of heaven and earth."
"While I still have the strength, send someone to find Wei Yang."
Hearing this, the old man wanted to scold him, but as he spoke, he thought that if he didn't say anything, he would have no chance, so he could only grit his teeth and nod.
"good."
The lady went to give her orders, and there was a hint of anxiety in Gongshu Cuo's eyes: "Martingale, I hope everything can be done in time, I am so ashamed of you!"
The cave is fragrant in spring.
Wei Yang sat down and said to the maid: "A pot of Zhao wine and a cauldron of fine yellow mutton."
"Guest, wait a moment." The maid curled away with a graceful posture.
"We'll say goodbye that day. Sir, you're all right!" Seeing that he couldn't escape, Jing Jian smiled at Wei Yang and held his hands in his hands: "This is my servant, Hei Lin."
Heilin quickly handed over his hand: "I've met Mr."
Wei Yang's eyes first fell on Hei Lin's face, then he glanced at his throat in surprise, and finally fell on his slender, white hands, and couldn't help but smile.
"No need to be polite, just be casual."
"General Jingjian, when did you come to Anyi? Why don't you come to Yangma to get drunk and then rest?" Wei Yang's tone was indifferent. It seemed like he was questioning but it was actually a test.
"Sir, just call me Yiyuan." Jing Jian smiled sheepishly and warned again: "A great merchant from Xue State."
"Haha, what a big businessman from Xue State, it's all obvious to me." Wei Yang suddenly realized that Jing Jing's trip to Anyi must have a secret mission.
But, it has nothing to do with him.
Uncle Gong is seriously ill, and there is a high probability that he will not stay in the Wei Kingdom in the future. Today is just a reunion with old friends, so we should have fun.
"Sir, do you like Zhaojiu?" Heilin said.
Wei Yang raised his cup and drank with Jing Jian: "Zhao wine has a chilling and chilling flavor, which is worthy of a drink by scholars of our generation."
"Zhao Jiu is majestic and exciting."
"May I ask, sir, are you from Zhao?" Before Jingjian could speak, the voice of a white-haired old man sitting next to him in the distance came.
Wei Yang raised his cup and said calmly: "No, I am from Wei."
"Haha, what do young people think of Song Jiu?" The old man chuckled, his old face full of kindness.
"The wine of the Song Dynasty is soft, just like the people of the Song Dynasty." Wei Yang's words were sharp and left no room for error.
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Watching the two people competing against each other, Jing Jian's eyes brightened. This place is a place for great talents to debate. Anyone who dares to speak here has a certain talent.
Wei Yang was his target, and so was the old man. Jing Jian had a big appetite.
Jing Jian knew that Huang attached great importance to Wei Yang, and it was not easy to think that this old man could arouse Wei Yang's interest.
With his eyes burning, Jingjian's interest increased greatly. He never thought that he would get such a reward when he came to the hall today.
"Haha, young man Song is a descendant of the Yin Shang Dynasty. The Song wine he brews is majestic, gentle and pure, and is unrivaled in the world."
"The people of the Song Dynasty did not live up to their reputation. They were known to have the heroic spirit of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. They dared to fight but were not afraid of war."
Wei Yang took a sip of wine and said in an indifferent tone: "Senior, today the Song Kingdom has not left any legacy of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, just like the Yan Kingdom, guarding the glory of their ancestors, but they don't know that it has long been decayed."
"In today's era of great strife, nations are vying for hegemony and running the world with iron and blood. The bravery and ambition of Yin Shou back then have long been lost to future generations."
Speaking of this, Wei Yang smiled coldly and said with ridicule: "If Song Dynasty continues like this, it will be destroyed not far away. If you don't believe it, seniors, you can wait and see."
"Haha..." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, his gaze like a sharp sword falling on Wei Yang, with profound meaning: "The people of Song Dynasty are grand but have no ambitions. The people of Wei have many talents but do not use them seriously."
After saying this, Wei Yang fell silent.
He clearly felt the old man's intention, and the old man was giving a subtle reminder that Wei State was by no means a place for him to display his ambitions.
As his thoughts turned, Wei Yang knew clearly that the old man in front of him was definitely not from the Song Dynasty. Song Jiu and the Song Kingdom were just an entry point.
"Song is a descendant of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, so..."
Wei Yang understood something, but he didn't show it. Instead, he bowed his hands towards the old man with a respectful attitude: "Senior, do you think anyone can compete in the world today?"
"Haha, I have traveled to various countries and have some understanding of them. If you are such a talented person, why not imitate me."
Wei Yang twirled his fingers on the desk, dipped his fingers in water and wrote "Qin": "With internal and external difficulties, poor land and lack of people, it is not the best choice."
At this point, Wei Yang changed the subject: "Senior, what do you think the weather is like in Qidi?"
"Tian Yinqi has great ambitions, builds a school under Jixia, and accepts students from all over the world. He is very impressive." The old man laughed and commented: "Tian Yinqi can become a hegemon, but he cannot rule the world."
At this moment, Wei Yang was also sure that this old man must be from Qin.
The mysterious bird of destiny descends and gives birth to Shang.
It is a coincidence that the totem of Qin is the black bird, and the old man praises Qin, a barren country that faces the unification of six countries.
Jing Jian was not a smart man, but he was not a fool either. He listened to all the conversations between Wei Yang and the old man, so he naturally knew that the old man's heart was towards Qin.
Seeing the silence between the two people, Jing Jian said: "Sir, old sir, why don't you go to Qin and have a look at the country of Qin?"
"What's more, Yiyuan has always felt that truly outstanding people are confident enough to save a country in danger and stand tall in the world."
"Haha, little friend..." the white-haired old man replied with a smile: "I am just a white man. He is old. It is enough for him to be alive and see the customs of various places."
Rejected simply by the old man, Jingjian took an embarrassed sip of wine and stopped speaking easily.
Wei Yang on the side also smiled, and he probably understood Jing Jian's purpose of entering Anyi.
Wei is the overlord of the Central Plains and the largest country in the world. The Kingdom of Wei was prosperous, and famous people came to it. There were tens of millions of talented people in the world, 80% of whom were in Wei.
When Jing Jian entered Anyi, he most likely searched for and recruited talents for Qin.
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