Chapter 897

"Xu, Xu Yinluo?"

Simu Wang's eyes widened, suspecting that she had misheard.

It was indeed Ci Jiu's eldest brother, Xu Qi 'an's voice.

Pan Fan glanced at the dog servant and said in surprise, "Younger sister-in-law?"

Simu Wang was Erlang's little mistress … Xu Qi 'an said with a smile, "Miss Si Mu and Erlang are in love. Lovers will get married sooner or later."

Simu Wang spat, embarrassed, angry, and sweet. From Xu Yinluo's words, she could tell that the Xu family was quite satisfied with her.

And her father had never explicitly stopped her from dating Xu Erlang, and even tacitly agreed. Otherwise, when she returned from the Xu mansion that day, her father would not have specifically asked about the Xu mansion's situation.

Ah, wasn't this making them even closer? Pan Fan was instantly happy, and his peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons.

Xu Qi 'an went straight to the point, saying, "Miss Si Mu, I want to see Wang Shoufu. Oh right, when I came in, I saw the servants packing things. Why is that?"

Simu Wang hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Father may want to resign!"

Resign? Xu Qi 'an frowned. His first reaction was that after Duke Wei's death, the Yuanjing Emperor wanted to clean up the situation in the court and balance the power of the parties, so he wanted to oust Wang Shoufu from power.

But these days, Yuan Jing had been working hard to discredit Duke Wei and put the final nail in the coffin, so he should not have time to deal with Wang Shoufu.

Wasn't it too early to resign at this time?

Or Wang Shoufu knew that his career was coming to an end, so he might as well resign in advance, so he could still get a good ending.

"Where is Xu Yinluo? Why are you looking for my father?" Simu Wang's eyes were gentle as she stared at him.

"Calling me Yin Gong is too formal, call me big brother." Xu Qi 'an changed the topic.

He came to find Wang Shoufu to ask for help.

Simu Wang had no way to deal with this kind of frivolous man, so she said helplessly, "I'll lead you there."

She made a gesture to invite them.

Xu Qi 'an and Lin An followed behind her, walking through the corridors and courtyards to the depths of the Wang mansion.

Simu Wang wore a light pink knee-length robe and a pleated skirt. When she walked, the skirt and robe swayed gently and elegantly.

Xu Qi 'an scrutinized her. This sister-in-law was tall and slender. Her hips, waist, and shoulders were well proportioned. She was also beautiful. In addition, the Grand Secretary's daughter was beautiful and intelligent. She and Xu Er Lang were a perfect match.

The only bad thing about them was that they were smart, had a strong personality, and had a noble status. Such women were generally very possessive.

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Just as they were about to reach Wang Shoufu's study, Xu Qi 'an suddenly said, "I need to go to the toilet."

Just as they were about to reach Grand Secretary Wang's study, Xu Qi 'an suddenly said, "I'm going to the toilet."

He entered the latrine and took out a piece of Qi Observation Technique paper. After burning it, two rays of clear light shot out from his eyes and then slowly faded away.

When he came back, Lin An and Wang Simu were nowhere to be seen, only a servant was waiting in the same place.

Seeing that Xu Qi 'an had returned, the little man came up to him and said respectfully,

"Good relationship, very good. With Simu Wang as his wife in law, I won't be afraid of being bullied …" Xu Qi 'an nodded, walked to the study and knocked on the door.

"Their relationship is good, very good. With Wang Simu as my sister-in-law, I won't be afraid of being bullied …" Xu Qi 'an nodded, walked to the study, and knocked on the door.

"Good relationship, very good. With Simu Wang as his wife in law, I won't be afraid of being bullied …" Xu Qi 'an nodded, walked to the study and knocked on the door.

Wang Zhenwen's mellow and gentle voice came from the study.

Xu Qi 'an gently pushed open the door. In the well-lit study, spacious and elegant, Wang Shoufu sat quietly behind a large table made of rosewood. His turbid and tired eyes, his grave and serious expression … All kinds of details showed that this old man's condition was extremely poor.

"I heard from Young Lady Si Mu that the Grand Secretary is preparing to resign?" Xu Qi 'an smiled.

"I know I can't hide it from her!"

Wang Shoufu smiled helplessly, "In tomorrow's court meeting, I will beg for bones. According to the rules, he will symbolically urge me to stay a few times and then allow me to retire."

"You want to resign yourself?"

Xu Qi 'an stared at him.

Wang Shoufu nodded his head, "Yes."

The feedback given by the Qi Observation Technique was the truth and not a lie. The Grand Secretary is retreating bravely … Xu Qi 'an still asked,

"Why is it like this?"

After meeting Second Uncle, he had asked for the Qi Observation Technique from the great scholar Zhang Shen. He didn't ask for any other spells. Spells of the fourth grade and below would have no effect on a second-grade Daoism cultivator.

A fourth-grade Daoism Golden Core could already be invulnerable, let alone a second-grade one.

As for Dean Zhao Shou, the Confucian spell book was his only stock. It had long been used up by Xu Qi 'an, so he couldn't take out anything else.

If he had to record it, he could record the spells of the Confucian system. However, Xu Qi 'an didn't dare to use the third-grade Confucian spell Absolute Law. Even if he used it, he might not be able to kill the second-grade Jeanne d' Arc, but he would definitely die.

After two trips to the gates of hell, he was a bit traumatized by the bragging of the Confucian school.

"Since I can't change it, I might as well resign," Wang Shoufu said lightly.

"Just because of Duke Wei, I'm afraid there's more to it than that." Xu Qi 'an frowned.

Grand Secretary Wang hesitated slightly and shook his head.

You don't have to know about it. It won't do you any good. I'm already disheartened and don't want to stay in the court for long. It's a pity that the country passed down by my ancestors will be destroyed by that … "

Wang Shoufu shut up decisively.

Of course, his resignation wasn't just because of Wei Yuan. The current Emperor didn't want to be his son, and the current Supervisor was watching from the sidelines. Although he was a high-ranking official, he was just a scholar. What could he do?

What could he do?

In that case, he didn't have to stay in the court.

However, Xu Qi 'an, a fourth-grade Warrior, didn't need to know about these secrets. If he knew too much, he would be harmed.

Disheartened, Wang Shoufu picked up the teacup and took a sip of the hot tea to warm his cold heart.

"Do you know that the food shortage was orchestrated by Yuan Jing?" Xu Qi 'an asked tentatively.

"Ahem …"

Wang Shoufu choked in shock and coughed violently. The tea didn't warm his heart, but it burned his mouth.

"You know too?"

The Grand Secretary looked at him in shock.

"I'm here to ask for a favor, Grand Secretary!"

Xu Qi 'an's eyes, which contained the Aura Observation Technique, stared at him.

…

It wasn't until dusk that Xu Qi 'an left the mansion with Lin An.

After sending the two off, Simu Wang walked straight to the study. Bright candlelight seeped through the paper lattice door.

Knock, knock!

She raised her hand and clasped it twice with her slender fingers.

"Come in!"

Wang Zhenwen's voice rang out.

Simu Wang pushed the door open and smelled the burning paper. She turned her head and saw her father, Wang Zhenwen, sitting at the round table. There was a stack of books, a few paintings, and a few calligraphy treasures on his lap. He was throwing them into the brazier by his feet.

"Father, what are you burning?"

Simu Wang walked over slowly.

"I'm burning some things that I wrote when I was young and ignorant."

Wang Zhenwen lowered his head and stared at the fire devouring the paper. His eyes seemed to be dancing with fire.

"Father, I'll help you."

Simu Wang sat down beside him and picked up a calligraphy treasure without saying anything. She unfolded it and said in astonishment,

"This, this is a poem that you wrote in the past. His Majesty even praised you for your amazing poetry."

Wang Zhenwen's poetry was very good. When he was young, he often participated in poetry meetings. Most of his life, he had a few good poems that he was proud of.

This was a poem about loyalty to the emperor. It was written in a soul-stirring manner.

After being praised by Yuan Jing, Wang Zhenwen was very proud. He mounted it and hung it on the wall for nearly 30 years.

"Burn it."

Wang Zhenwen took the poem from his daughter's hand and threw it into the brazier. The fire instantly rose and devoured this calligraphy treasure that was even older than Simu Wang.

Simu Wang was anxious. She turned to look at her father and was stunned.

Wang Zhenwen's tears flowed down his face.

"Father?"

Simu Wang said with a trembling voice.

She had never seen her father cry since she was a child. For a moment, she felt that the sky had collapsed.

Wang Zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier and said in a low voice, "Father and Wei Yuan have been fighting for most of our lives. Father has nothing to criticize about his character. To be honest, I admire him very much!

"What I don't agree with is his idea of governing the world. It's too overbearing and too heartless. The officialdom doesn't belong to one person. It belongs to a group of people. Only by winning over a group of people can you suppress another group of people. How can you win over people? If you want people to listen to you, you have to feed them.

"It doesn't matter if they are corrupt, as long as they can do things. Only honest and upright officials who can do things and do nothing will harm the country and the people. There are too few honest and upright officials who can do things. We can't rely on them to govern the country.

"Wei Yuan is one of those rare people. He can tolerate small greed, but he can't tolerate big greed. He could tolerate small evils, but he could not tolerate great evils. A few years ago, he wanted to clean up the atmosphere of the petty officials, but I pushed him back. Isn't this nonsense? If you want to clean up the people below, you have to clean up the people above first.

"But the people above can't clean up, Si Mu, do you know why?"

Simu Wang pursed her lips and said tentatively, "His Majesty?"

Wang Zhenwen didn't nod or shake his head. He sighed and said, "Now that Wei Yuan has died in battle, His Majesty is not even willing to give a person who has dedicated most of his life to Daibun. It's a bit heartless.

"But father burned these today, not because he is heartless. The most ruthless imperial family, sitting in that position, no matter how cold it is, there is no problem. There will be many people like Wei Yuan in the history books. There were in the past and there will be more in the future.

"Father is sad because father can't do anything. More than 80,000 soldiers died for Daibun, leaving more than 80,000 orphans and widows. Once this battle is determined as a defeat, the pension will be halved …"

Wang Zhenwen stretched out his right hand and stared at the thick calluses on his pen. He was exhausted.

"After holding a pen for decades, I can't even pick up a knife. I can bear to see him destroy the foundation of our ancestors for 600 years, but I can't do anything about it. Usually, all the power is given by the emperor, but all the power is given by the emperor, and he can take it back at any time. A useless scholar is a scholar, but a useless scholar is a scholar.

"I have read the books of sages all my life, and they are all about loyalty to the emperor, loyalty to the emperor, loyalty to the emperor. I want to ask Cheng Yasheng, what the hell is loyalty to the emperor?"

He suddenly stood up and kicked the brazier away. Sparks suddenly burst.

"What the hell is loyalty to the emperor!"

…

At dawn, the Yuanjing Emperor was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a pearl crown on his head. He looked dignified.

He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the towering stargazing tower.

After a long time, he turned back to the bedroom. The old Eunuch Supervisor wanted to follow him in, but he heard the majestic and cold voice of the Yuanjing Emperor.

"Don't follow me."

The old Eunuch stopped outside.

After entering the bedroom, the Yuanjing Emperor walked on the smooth floor. He lowered his head and walked step by step, as if he was measuring something.

After a dozen steps, he stopped. The Yuanjing Emperor's fingertips cut his wrist, and blood flowed out.

The blood flowed on the floor and formed a twisted, strange array.

After the array was formed, the Yuanjing Emperor took out a transparent pearl the size of a fist. There was an eyeball in the pearl, and it looked at the Yuanjing Emperor coldly.

This was the treasure of the Witchcraft Cult, and it sealed one of the eyes of the Witchcraft Cult.

It contained a trace of the power of the Witchcraft Cult.

The Yuanjing Emperor let go of the pearl, but it didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it floated in the air and sprinkled translucent energy.

As soon as the energy fell, it was dyed bright red by the array formed by the blood of the Yuanjing Emperor.

Vaguely, the Yuanjing Emperor heard the painful roar of a dragon coming from underground. In the center of the array, a golden light shone, and then a golden dragon head slowly emerged.

The eyeball in the pearl suddenly became much darker, as if it had turned into a whirlpool, producing a strong suction force.

The golden dragon kept shaking its head, trying its best to resist the suction force. At the same time, it let out a shrill dragon roar that only special people could hear.

"The Dragon Vein is unstable now, but it's still lacking a little. I need to shake it a little more. After settling the matter of Wei Yuan, I will immediately announce it to the world and the capital.

"The curses and hatred of more than three million people in the capital, and the fear of losing the war are enough for the pearl to extract the Dragon Vein Spirit. Wei Yuan, what bad title should I give you? "

The Yuanjing Emperor's lips curled up. He suddenly turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

…

It was morning, and the sky was still dark.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who had been on duty the whole night, stretched their waists and walked to the door of the yamen together.

At this time, it happened to be the time to call the clock. Gongs and gongs kept coming in. Along the way, they looked at Song Tingfeng strangely.

The scene of him enduring the humiliation of being groped yesterday was still vivid in their minds.

After all, he was in the Spirit Refinement realm and was quite talented. It was a pity that he was too weak. No matter how high his cultivation was, he could not be a leader.

In the past, when they saw him sloppy, they only felt that he was not mature enough. Now, it seemed that he was not fit to be a leader.

Sensing the gazes of his colleagues around him, Song Tingfeng's eyes dimmed. Then, he smiled nonchalantly, maintaining his sloppy attitude.

Zhu Guangxiao's eyes were filled with sadness.

Originally, he should have suffered the humiliation of being groped. It was Song Tingfeng who deliberately threw his face on the ground, which allowed him to avoid Zhu Chengzhu's difficulties.

Zhu Guangxiao knew his character. He would rather die than suffer the humiliation of being groped.

He was going to get married at the end of the year and start a family. A beautiful future awaited him. Song Tingfeng did not want his good brother's beautiful life to be ruined, so he tore off his dignity and threw it on the ground for others to trample on.

Seeing Song Tingfeng's pretentious expression, Zhu Guangxiao thought of Xu Qi'an. He left in a straightforward manner. After the news of Duke Wei's death reached the capital, there was no trace of him.

The Xu Manor was empty.

In the future, he would either hide his identity or roam the pugilistic world.

"If Ning Yan was here, he wouldn't watch you be humiliated." Zhu Guangxiao gritted his teeth.

"And then die with me?"

Song Tingfeng rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "After Duke Wei died, the capital couldn't tolerate him anymore. It's good that he left. If he didn't leave, I would have chased him away. If he didn't leave, we wouldn't be brothers. "

Zhu Guangxiao grinned, "That's true."

Song Tingfeng suddenly spat and cursed, "You don't even know how to leave an address. Ai, I hope we can meet again in this life."

Just as they reached the door, they bumped into Zhu Chengzhu, who had a saber at his waist and was wearing the Yingong Yamen uniform.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao lowered their heads and quickly walked away.

"Stop!"

Zhu Chengzhu suddenly said. He turned around and looked at the two disdainfully, "The yamen is taking attendance. Where are you two going?"

Damn it! Song Tingfeng cursed inwardly and put on a flattering smile. He nodded and bowed.

"Zhu Yingong, we were on duty last night. We are going back to rest."

Zhu Chengzhu was surprised, "You were on duty last night? Why didn't I know? "

Zhu Guangxiao immediately raised his eyebrows.

The order to be on duty last night was given by Zhu Chengzhu. Li Yuchun was imprisoned and Zhu Chengzhu 'warmly' accepted the two of them.

It was obvious that Zhu Chengzhu was deliberately making things difficult for them.

"Yes, yes, yes. Maybe we remembered wrongly." Song Tingfeng nodded and bowed, "We will go back now. We will go back now."

Zhu Chengzhu originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach the two of them a lesson. Seeing how lowly Song Tingfeng was, he shook his head and laughed.

He called out to the two of them again, "I will have to trouble the two of you to be on duty tonight. It will be hard on you. Both of you are good friends with the hero of Daibun, Xu Qi'an. You are both skilled people. Capable people do more work. "

Was he trying to tire them to death by not letting them rest?

Song Tingfeng clenched his fists several times and loosened them. His face twitched slightly, but he did not dare to offend the other party. He bowed and said, "Understood, understood."

He immediately turned around and walked into the yamen with Zhu Guangxiao.

Behind him, Zhu Chengzhu sneered, "Trash."

Around them, the night watchmen who had hoped for Song Tingfeng's man to return were full of disappointment and resentment.

They did not have the courage to destroy indiscriminately, so they hoped that others did. They wanted to use the sacrifice of others to satisfy their indignation.

At this moment, a 'tsk tsk' sound came from the entrance of the yamen, "What great prestige, Zhu Yingong."