Lu Ming

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Officer Xu, who is proficient in business, stood beside the prepared carriage, and helped Master Feng into the carriage, his movements were gentle throughout the whole process, for fear that the master would vomit something onto his three-piece suit.

On Master Feng's side, after asking that Manager Tang Er had left long ago, he secretly cursed "Diao Nu" and ordered the carriage to go back home.

Half an hour later, the uncle's carriage stopped smoothly in front of Master Feng's door.

Get out of the car and adjust your robes.Master Feng, who had eaten for a long time, was light and healthy, full of ambition, and stepped into the gate of the courtyard with square steps.

Not wanting to enter the door, Master Feng was hit on the leg by his son and daughter running wildly in the yard.

"Whose family's daughter is so dirty, I can't have it anymore!" Kneeling down and supporting the sons and daughters, Master Feng took out a towel and lovingly wiped the son's face: "Your mother, why don't you leave me alone?" ?”

"Mother, meditate."

After the child said a word that he didn't understand at all, he twisted his body, giggling, and wanted to break free from his father's hand.

The next moment, Master Feng snatched a shiny object from the young son's hand in surprise: "What is this?"

What catches the eye is a mouse doll carved out of transparent glass.Lifelike, lifelike, even the beard is transparent.

Seeing the imprint of "Fu" on the forehead of the mouse, Master Feng realized: this year is the year of the rat, and this is a plaything of the Chinese zodiac.

"Give me back, give me back."

Standing up slowly, the youngest son snatched the doll from his hand.Sensing that something was wrong, Master Feng hurried into the main room, then opened the door curtain, and walked into the west room.

"This, this is...?"

As soon as he entered the room, Master Feng was dumbfounded.

Bathed in the golden sunlight penetrating the window paper, Feng Tang is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, with a solemn face, eyes closed, muttering words, as if she is really meditating... If you ignore the brocade she is wearing and the veil around her waist , the silver locks between the cross-legs, the red and high-end rouge on the cheeks, the jewelry on the head and the various gift boxes piled up on the bed, this woman is really meditating.

With a sigh of relief, Master Feng, who probably understood what had happened, took two steps forward lightly and listened carefully.

What caught my ears was a curse-like murmur: "My... is all mine..."

"It's crazy."

Mr. Feng is not good at being an official, but he still has a lot of experience as a man.He knew that at this time, he should either find someone whom Feng Tang was used to fearing to wake him up with a stick, or... let his demons go away.

With a slight tactical step back, followed by two Jackson sliding steps, Master Feng opened the curtain in silence and retreated out.

Afterwards, the master showed a fierce look, and walked towards the east room: Tang San is such a slave, the house is in such a mess, and no one is seen.

Sure enough, Tang San was in the east room.

Bathed in the golden sunlight penetrating through the window paper, Uncle Tang San sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, opened his unfocused eyes, wore a bewildered smile, held something in his arms, and muttered something in his mouth.

"Crazy, crazy!"

In a rage, Master Feng pulled Diao Nu's arm away, snatched the object he was holding tightly, and stared at it.

What catches the eye is a neatly bound paper page in simplified characters: Registered Dealer Distribution Contract.

After taking a closer look, and after roughly understanding the content of the contract, the master was angry: "You bastard, why did you ask for a sour contract to come back?"

"It's an organic cotton machine yarn contract, but we're not familiar with that business. Master Feng, how much warp and weft do you know?"

Uncle Tang San wasn't dazed at all.Wiping the saliva that almost came out just now, he slowly moved out of bed: "I know the details of the Feng family. This sauce and vinegar contract is specially made for you, Master Feng."

"Oyster sauce, chicken bouillon, thirteen spices...these are fresh products, so I have to have them in stock. Send them to the restaurants on the street, and they will be exchanged for money."

After getting out of bed, Uncle Tang snatched the contract from Master Feng: "The Tang family is old in this business, and the relationship is all there, so the goods can be released when they arrive."

Speaking of this, Tang San squinted and taunted the master again: "Then Uncle Cao's house still has a contract for bows, crossbows, knives and guns. I can ask for it. Is Mr. Feng capable of selling it to the Beijing camp arsenal?"

Master Feng was tongue-tied, and sat down in the chair slumped: "That's all, just this deed, a long-term income."

"Long flowing water? Hmph, master, you haven't found the key to it."

Tang San spread out the contract lightly, and pointed at a certain place with his fingers: "See, salt bricks for livestock."

Master Feng, who never cared about cooking, was confused again at this moment: "What is it?"

"Private salt. On the surface, it can only be fed to livestock, but in fact it is to give the government a face... Those bitter people eat this now."

When Uncle Tang said this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he was full of ambition after taking office, and wanted to set off a bloody storm in the Golden Triangle: "Now our family is also a distributor of the private salt business in the capital. Humph, there is the uncle's house to do it." Backing, each of them is beautiful, let's see your grandpa Tang's methods."

Master Feng, who was terrified while listening to it, wanted to persuade Diao Nu to stop, but realized that from the moment he entered the gate of the uncle's mansion, his family had no way out... The second minister probably has to do this kind of business, selling some private salt counts What.

In the end, Master Feng let out a long sigh: "It's better to be careful!"

"Then Tang Ercheng thinks you are worthless and I don't do my job properly!"

Tang San didn't pay attention to the master's complaints at all, and was immersed in the plan alone: ​​"This contract will be thrown at Tang Er's face tomorrow. If you don't honestly tell us about your family, this contract will not be given to him! "

"Let's go now."

For some reason, Master Feng, who suddenly became preoccupied, slowly got up and climbed into bed: "Close the courtyard door."

"There's no need to worry about this moment. Today, our two families have been completely reborn! Wait until I go to the table, and I'll get drunk!"

"Go and rest."

Master Feng, who was already lying on the bed, his eyes were blank, and he said weakly: "Tomorrow I have to go to court, and today I need to rest earlier."

Tang Er looked at the midday sun outside the window: ...

……

The next day.

morning.

It was cloudy and hazy.

The gray sky, the gray imperial city, the gray courtiers, the gray morning court.

After half a day of mental construction, at this moment, Master Feng has calmed down.As the tail of the Wannian crane, he stood in a familiar position, listening to the familiar dialogue between the courtiers and the emperor, with a blank expression on his face.

Finally, after the color of the sky changed from black to pure gray, a thin and elongated voice came from above Danbi: "If there is something to play, we will retreat to the court if there is nothing to do."

A little different from the TV show, this eight-character mantra is actually not only shouted by the eunuchs when they first go to court, but also when they step back.

At this time, the courtiers who had stood in the cold wind for a whole morning would stamp their feet to activate their blood and get ready for the end of the meeting.

However, today, the courtiers are destined not to be able to disperse the meeting, because someone wants to submit a certificate.

It's not easy to secretly write a memorial for something like a petition.

Since you have to hand it in, you have to do it in an upright manner to show that you have no regrets.

So...now is the time.

So, just when the chief eunuch was about to shout out the phrase "retire from the court", a figure appeared at the end of the courtiers' formation: "Feng Jingjie, Zuo Cheng of Chen Honglu Temple, has a book to play."

Master Feng can't remember the last time he spoke publicly at a court meeting... five years ago?eight years ago?

Forget it, none of that matters.

Following the words, Master Feng bowed forward, and under the eyes of all the people, he bent down and stared at the ink characters written on the wat board, and read aloud: "After investigation, the envoys of King Annan, Ruan Hong and Ruan Nian, are actually Masquerading as a tribute... Please give me an order from your Majesty to drive Honglu Temple away."

"I've become a second minister after all!" The last word came out, and a certain person, covered in sweat, was top-heavy, as if falling into a cloud.

At this moment, someone finally realized the mystery of casting a certificate: like a cloud rising from the bottom of one's feet, it took away half a lifetime of loyalty to the emperor and half a lifetime of prudence.

"It's absurd!"

A shout of anger called Feng Sicheng, who was in a drunken state, back to the world.I saw a half-old official wearing a green robe stepping out of the phalanx, pointing his halberd and asking: "Where does the evidence come from for the big talk? Even if there is evidence, why don't we know it today? For some time this year, Honglu Temple has all Are you dreaming of Spring and Autumn Dreams?"

"Oh, I can't hide in the end."

In fact, Feng Jingjie realized the difficulty of doing the mock answer sheet from the very beginning.Just as the half-old official said, he, Feng Sicheng, actually couldn't produce any evidence that Ruan Hong pretended to be a tribute: Ruan Hong always lived in Jinshuiqiao and desperately petitioned, did he look like a profiteer who pretended to be a tribute?

Taking a step back, even if the evidence was muddled, the court would still be able to hold him accountable: as the official in charge of the Anang Mission, it was only after Ruan Hong had spent so long and caused such a bad political influence that he discovered this person Makoto, this is a huge dereliction of duty.

Feng Sicheng was in a dilemma.

Just when Mr. Feng was about to bite the bullet and take out the rhetoric he prepared yesterday, a figure stood up from the side, pointing at the same halberd and shouting loudly: "The treacherous beetle, it is time to clear up the demon atmosphere!" , to set the sight and listen squarely, and to imitate others. Bu Daxing, but you are also An Nanxian, how can you not see that Ruan Hong is half wronged?"

Shocked, Master Feng saw clearly the face of the helping hand: Gao Jie, the Imperial Envoy of Henan Province of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

And that half-old official is none other than the loyal and brave Uncle Cao Chuan of the Ming Dynasty who served the country loyally and loyally. He is the lifelong enemy of Cao Chuan, the leader of black fans, the prince of the East Palace, and Master Bu Daxing.

Sudden personal attack made Master Bu very angry: Say what you say, talk about it, and talk about people indiscriminately... You are the virtuous minister of Annan, and your whole family is a virtuous minister!

Furious, Bu Daxing and Gao Jie began to flirt with each other, leaving Feng Sicheng aside instead.

Just when the battle between Bu Gao and Bu Gao was in full swing, there were Liu Jue, the governor of Shuntian Mansion, Hu Ping, a member of the Ministry of War, and He Mao, the right counselor of the General Administration Department, and others, and Bu woke up from the group battle.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four dogs.After several debates, Mr. Bu was unable to support himself. After all, he was forced to make a big mistake: he was extremely protective of An Nangong envoy in his words, and he was hammered by a group of people who did not want to change the current situation of petitioning.

That is to say, the Henan Dao imperial envoy just made a prophecy.

Inexplicably, Mr. Feng's mistakes were removed: the topic of Ruan Hong has completely shifted the focus of the debate, and has become a much more serious topic of "who is helping Annan's petitioners".

Many low-level courtiers who were belatedly realized at this moment showed expressions of sudden realization, their eyes staring back and forth between Bu Daxing and the throne.

Master Feng is also one of them.

Originally turned into a little transparent, a certain Pujie Temple Chancellor who was lowering his head secretly to savor the wonderful taste of crony, slowly raised his head, and glanced at the throne above with somewhat dull eyes.

It was the first time for Mr. Feng to come into contact with the inside story of the high-level political circle. At this moment, his three views were completely shattered.

The bit of shame that was still left was completely gone.

"How long are you going to argue?"

At the critical moment, the young emperor saw that something was wrong and blocked all causes and effects.First, everyone was dismissed, Chongzhen stared at a certain little transparency, and changed the subject: "Feng Jingjie of Honglu Temple, this matter started because of you, what exactly is your intention?"

The emperor's question, Feng Sicheng, who was already open-hearted, showed no signs of panic.

Bowing down and clasping his hands, Master Feng pretended to be helpless and reported to the emperor: Honglu Temple didn’t want to yell at foreigners with doubtful identities... The main reason is that the poor yamen don’t have extra white rice to support them... As long as Ruan Hong Er People moved away from the guest house of Honglu Temple, and the matter was over, and the Annan people could do whatever they wanted.

Facing the long-delayed early court, and his confidant who was about to be stripped out of his underwear, the young emperor with a face full of impatience finally waved his sleeves, acquiesced to Master Feng's suggestion, and retreated from the court.

However, at the end of the day, when he got up, Master Feng, who had been loyal to the king for twenty years, finally got a gift from the king: "A foolish man, eat a vegetarian meal in his place."

"It doesn't matter, they are all second ministers." Master Feng thought.

"It turns out that the emperor is the one who doesn't want Ruan Hong to leave." Master Feng continued thinking.

……

Time: noon.

Location: Guest House of Honglu Temple.

Feng Sicheng sat there with a look of resentment, silently watching Ruan Hong eat meat.

"Young brother, eat slowly. I ordered this dish personally. There is no rush, there is still time."

"Honglu Temple doesn't care about the food, hehe." Ruan Hong swallowed a piece of meat, and chuckled: "It's better to hurry up, so as not to make it difficult for my brother. The oral order passed by my brother just now is to order me to move out of the guest house before noon. Hall, it's past time now."

"Oh, there are too many traitors in the court!"

Feng Sicheng had an angry look on his face at this time: "However, I am a soft-spoken person. Even if I tried my best to argue with reason this morning, I was no match for a gang of sprites, which caused brother Ruan to fall into trouble."

Ruan Hong put down his chopsticks, and saluted solemnly: "Brother Feng's righteousness, Ruan Hong never forgets it. Fortunately, he just moved out of the guest house. It won't be a few days until Brother Yu settles down. We'll see you at Jinshuiqiao!"

"It's not easy to live in the capital. Settle down and don't forget to send a message."

Feng Sicheng, with a look of resignation on his face, took out a piece of silver from his sleeve the next moment, and handed it to the little official standing beside him: "Go and hire a good car for my virtuous brother."

After finishing speaking, Feng Sicheng turned his face away, with shame on his face: "That's all about Cheng Yi... Brother Yu, don't think too little... Brother Yu's family... You know it."

How could Ruan Hong not know that Mr. Feng is a poor man on the street, so his eyes were a little red at the moment: "I feel so kind, I feel so kind!"

After a while, Annan's envoy Ruan Hong and his wife bid farewell to Feng Sicheng who came out to see him off with tears, and boarded a black four-wheeled carriage waiting outside the hall.

The round-faced young coachman first worked hard to help the guests bundle their luggage, and then asked with a smile, "Where are the two high officials going?"

"Outside Xuanwu Gate, at the entrance of Chaoshou Hutong, Huixian Inn!"

"Okay... Chaoshou Alley... Huixian Inn... Let's start the train... High officials get promoted and get rich!"

"You stable boy, you have a sweet mouth, what's your name?"

"Back to the senior official, the little Guo Fucheng."

"Oh... what a name, it's full of atmosphere inside and out!"

Chapter 707 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, the carriage shuttled through the streets and alleys of the capital.

The black four-wheeled carriage pulled by two horses is a new gadget brought by the traversers, which can often be seen in British movies in later generations.