On February 2nd, the dragon raises its head, and the dragon does not raise its head.

That morning, a green sedan was turning around in Zhongdu City. It was almost time to reach Sangong Street when it was about to eat, and walked slowly to the gate of the prime minister's mansion.

The door quickly stepped forward and asked the companion in front of the sedan chair and said, "Is this the adult again?"

The patriarch laughed softly and said, "It's my Shangshu..."

When Menzi heard this, he smiled and said, "I don't know which Lord Shangshu..." He was afraid that this person would misunderstand, so he quickly explained in a low voice: "There are a lot of Lord Shangshu today." He added in his heart: 'And they are all very low-key.'

Then the companion realized that it was not only his own master who was so cautious, so he felt embarrassed to laugh, "Ministry of Works." Then the disciple suddenly realized and shouted loudly inside, "Ministry of Works, Lord Gongshu, is here..."

When the companion suddenly looked stagnant, Gongshu Lian in the sedan also changed his face, but he also knew that this must have been the prime minister's instructions. He sighed helplessly, shook his head and smiled, "I want to cover up the truth."

When the sedan chair entered the courtyard, the companion who was wearing ochre casual clothes got off the sedan chair. Wen Mingli, a third-rank senator from the Secretariat, greeted him and laughed and walked towards the back garden.

After a while, I walked to the largest flower hall in Wenfu. I saw eight large round tables set up in the hall, with a wide range of wine and food on the table. There were many guests in the room, sitting next to me, eating tea and chatting quietly.

Gongshu glanced around and saw three of the five ministers, all wearing casual clothes. He didn't look at others, and walked straight to the side of the ministers, bowed a little and said, "Several, it's too late for the officials to come." After that, he sat on Tian Minnong's side. Li Qing and Wei Zhengyi nodded to him, and said hello.

Gongshu Lian was taciturn and dull, and had few interactions with his colleagues, but he could only say a few words to Tian Minnong, so he sat with him every time in this kind of occasion. Tian Minnong saw him wearing a long ochre gown, and couldn't help but tease him, "It's like a piece of wooden stake."

Gongshu Lian smiled and said, "Brother Tian is joking, have you come early?"

Tian Minnong sliced ​​a long fruit and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, and said in a vague way: "I'm here to ask the prime minister for official duties, because I came earlier."

Gongshu Lian asked in a low voice: "Have you met the prime minister?"

Tian Minnong shook his head and said, "Never before, it is said that the prime minister is sick." As he said, he said impatiently, "I didn't see you anyway." After saying that, he felt that his tone was not good, and he smiled and explained to him, "Brother, don't think too much, brother, I'm not a powerful person to you." Since the decree was announced today at the Mao hour, he began to feel uneasy. After thinking about it for a while, he finally felt that it was inappropriate, so he came to the prime minister's house to ask Wen Yanbo, hoping that he could agree to one of his disaster victims' tax reduction plans.

But as he said, Wen Yanbo didn't see him at all...or could not see him.

After a series of storms, the old prime minister was extremely depressed, but his insomnia became even worse. He didn't fall asleep until dawn. In this case, it was impossible for the Wen family to agree to Tian Minnong to disturb him.

It was not until around noon that Wen Yanbo woke up slowly, feeling exhausted, as if he was stepping on a pile of cotton. After the maid was serving him to put on his clothes, he asked someone to take a sandalwood box from the top of the cabinet.

There were some black pills like sheep dung eggs. This was the "secret Fengchun pill" given to him by a priest. It is said that one pill can make the dead wood come to spring again, and pear blossoms press against the crabapple, which is a blessing for middle-aged and elderly men. However, after Master Wen Xiang used it, he felt that he was still "Ruan Erxiao" for a long time. Only then did he realize that he was already a more advanced rotten wood, and since then he lost the elegance of climbing the peak and exploring the secluded. However, because this medicine can refresh the spirit, he was kept by Master Wen Xiang in case of emergency needs.

Wen Yanbo stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbed seven or eight pills, raised his head and stuffed it into his mouth, but he didn't expect the pill to be too dry and could not swallow it. The old man rolled his eyes when he was choked, and his hands were also dancing around.

The servants rushed forward, stroked their backs and poured water, which made the old man reluctantly swallow the pills full of his mouth. Looking at the old prime minister who was scattered, panting, and covered in water beards, no one dared to laugh, even if he didn't dare to... Because last night, the embarrassed old man cut his wife, the mother of the third son, to death in front of them and the third son, and then cut dozens of knifes in succession until he was unrecognizable and bloody.

Then, he ordered people to pack the two corpses of Mr. Qiu and Mrs. Wen into the same large urn and transport them to the yin place outside the city, so that they will never be reborn. He beat the three young masters dozens of sticks and locked them in the woodshed to guard them. Only then did he relieve his hatred a little.

The servants were so nervous that they were so sad that they were too late, so how could they dare to be a little bit disrespectful? They couldn't help but miss the original old prime minister who was not showing his power and calm and generous.

After taking those pills, Wen Yanbo's pale face gradually became bloody and his breathing began to become stronger. He smiled at the beautiful maid who was silent on the side, "Come here, comb my hair." The maid quickly blessed her, stepped forward in small steps, and said softly, "Please sit down."

Wen Yanbo smiled and nodded, sat down in front of the bronze mirror. The maid with beautiful amber eyes began to carefully combed her hair for Xiangye, and then bandaged the white cloth strips on the wound behind his head into a silk headband decorated with royal blue emerald gems. After a while, he cleaned up the old man and returned to his former elegant appearance.

The maid sighed softly and said to herself: 'It's over, and her back is soaked.' Just as she was about to bow and retreat, Wen Yanbo smiled gently and said, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid." The little maid said in a little panic.

Wen Yanbo grabbed her little hand, moved it slightly, and laughed: "Aren't you afraid? Why is there sweat on your palm?"

The little maid lowered her head and was speechless. She listened to the prime minister's words and drizzle, and her expression was as kind as before, and she said to herself: "There shouldn't be too big a problem."

Suddenly, Wen Yanbo suddenly grabbed the girl's little hand. The little maid felt that her right hand seemed to be clamped by a vise. The pain made her forehead full of sweat beads, but she bit her lower lip tightly and did not dare to speak.

"It hurts... it doesn't hurt..." Wen Yanbo asked gritting his teeth while trying hard. Under the action of the pill, he gained energy and strength again, but the tyranny and madness in his personality seemed to be released.

The little maid was already pinched by him and was covered in sweat. He nodded and said in a trembling voice: "It hurts..."

Wen Yanbo showed his white teeth and smiled sinisterly, "Is this the truth?" His hideous face was chilling, and he didn't look as elegant as before. The other servants in the room had been kneeling on the ground and trembling, so naturally none of them dared to ask for love for the little maid.

The little maid's body trembled like a chill, and her sweat was as deep as a slurry, and she said tragically: "Tell me the truth..."

Wen Yanbo suddenly stood up, pulled her shoulder, and kept shaking, "Is it really the truth?" The little maid was about to be shaken by him and whimpered, "Really..."

"You all go out!" Wen Yanbo ordered in a deep voice. The servants lying all over the house were as if they were pardoned, and they rolled out of the room. Only the kinder people would think of looking back at the dying girl in the clutches.

After the waiter left, Wen Yanbo let go of the little maid's hand. The little maid's palm, which was already holding black green, had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief, but he was stuck in his neck tightly and could no longer breathe.

Looking at the little maid with a frightened face, Wen Yanbo grinned and said, "Women are all liars. If you don't give her a little bit of pain, she will never tell the truth!" After a while, the little palace maid began to roll her eyes, her body twitched, and she was about to get angry.

Wen Yanbo then let go of his hands and laughed gently, "I am a reason for this, so there is a reason to treat you. Tell me, what else do you have to hide from me, this is the chance." As he said that, his hands tightly again, scaring the little maid so much that she flicked nervously, screaming in her mouth: "Don't kill me, I said...I said..." A pool of water stains appeared under her feet, and she was incontinent.

"I am the eyeliner for training in the eunuch province..." The little maid was obviously an unqualified female rape, or the training method of the eunuch province itself was unqualified.

"The spy sent by Qin Laosan?" Wen Yanbo asked coldly.

The little maid shook her head and said in an inauspicious voice: "The Fourth Master trained and sent it, but now she does obey the Third Master's order."

Wen Yanbo snorted coldly and let go of his hands. The little maid collapsed on the ground like mud, her face covered in tears, and her chest was undulating, and she gasped violently.

Wen Yanbo didn't look at her, tidied up the messy clothes below and said lightly: "I'll give you two ways, one is to chop it up and feed the dog..." After two horror performances last night and today, his words were already extremely threatening.

Sure enough, the little maid curled up tightly when she heard this, and her whole body shook even harder.

Wen Yanbo chuckled in a slight way and said, "Where is the second way, you will continue to convey false news to Qin Laosan for me. When I go through this disaster, I will naturally let you ascend to heaven. How about it?"

The little maid was already scared to death. She heard that she didn't have to die, so she nodded quickly, but didn't think about what this meant.

Seeing her agreeing, Wen Yanbo nodded with satisfaction and said warmly: "I will send a message to Qin Laosan in the evening, saying that I can't get up from illness, and I can't even lift my pen and chopsticks. I used the secret method to barely attend the banquet. After I got back, the medicine was effective and I could no longer get up, and it was difficult to speak."

Seeing the little maid nodding in fear, Wen Yanbo smiled and said, "I have brought your parents here. Don't do your job today, just accompany them." After that, he turned around and walked out of the room slowly.

The little maid looked at his back with a dull look. When she heard that her parents had also been brought in, she knew that she had no choice but to serve Wen Xiang.

When Wen Yanbo appeared in the flower hall accompanied by Wen Yantao, almost all the guests had arrived. The reason why it was almost because the two envoys of the Censorate, the Bingma Temple, and the two ministers of the inspectors did not come.

Wen Yanbo looked at the people who came and thought to himself, 'There are so many.' Then he laughed loudly, bowed and smiled as he walked, "I have let you wait for a long time, I have been guilty, I have never been able to do this before, and suddenly excited the officials who were a little depressed, and they stood up and said, "It is said that the Prime Minister is a little ill, but today I see that you are more handsome than the past, so I am relieved." The Prime Minister lost the account books on both sides of the sales of official positions and fraud in the field. Everyone knew about this. Naturally, people were in panic and could not be over all day long.

Wen Yanbo laughed loudly while sitting down, "Don't worry, decades of ups and downs have long tempered me, Wen Yanbo, into a loud, hard, hard, unsteamable iron arhat." As he said that, he raised his glass and stood up again, "Wen is coming to be late, he will punish himself for three cups!" After saying that, he poured three cups in succession, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and threw the wine cup away from the hall, and sat down with a smile. He was actually a boldness that he had never felt before.

In an instant, the morale of all officials was immediately raised, and they stood up and raised their glasses and said, "The Prime Minister is generous, we admire him!" After saying that, everyone had six cups in a row, and there was no way. Although the Prime Minister punished himself, they could not bear it. Only by drinking more than him can it be considered reasonable.

After drinking six cups, Gongshu Lian, who was unable to drink, was already flushed. After sitting down, he lowered his voice and said to Tian Minnong: "The prime minister is already strong on the outside and the middle, and it is all supported by a weak fire." After saying that, he sat upright and refused to speak again. Gongshu and the Tian family both originated from Qilu and had a deep relationship. Gongshu Lian, and had a strong relationship with Tian Minnong, so the two of them have always advanced and retreated together.

Tian Minnong knew that Gongshu Company was very talented and not only knowledgeable and talented, but also had a vicious vision. He had a sufficient basis for his evaluation of Prime Minister Wen, and 90% of them would not be wrong. The two have always been like this. Gongshu Company provided a basis for analysis, and Tian Minnong made a decision based on this. Therefore, when Tian Minnong looked at Wen Yanbo again, there was a little more scrutiny in his eyes.

Wen Yanbo knew that the people below were most concerned about their physical condition, so he performed with a strong support, and the purpose was to calm people's hearts. Just as he said to his disciples yesterday: "The wealth can be dispersed, but the hearts cannot be dispersed." What made him quite pleased was that the officials' expressions finally began to relax.

He was not in a hurry to solve the problem, but asked Wen Yantao and Wen Mingli to invite the officials to eat and drink. It was late noon and the officials were already hungry. Seeing that the prime minister was not in a hurry to speak, he started eating and drinking without hesitation.

Wen Yanbo simply used a few chopsticks, then stopped the chopsticks and looked at the lively scene in the pavilion with a smile. He was stunned for a while, and then burst into tears. This scared the ministers on the main table and asked, "Why is the Prime Minister sad?" As soon as this said, the audience was quiet. Everyone stopped eating and drinking, and were determined to look at the prime minister Wen who was wiping his tears. All the officials present were human spirits, so they naturally knew that the play was coming.

Wen Yanbo wiped his tears, his eyes choked red and said, "Today I am having fun with you, but I remembered my eldest son. He traveled all over the world to cure the disease and searched for famous doctors. I don't know when I will go home." After that, tears flowed down again. This was not entirely a performance. He still had feelings for his eldest son, especially after being hit by a series of blows and betrayals, and he missed him even more. "I pity my place but I don't know where I am now?"

Everyone sighed, no one knew that Minister Wen was "insulted" by His Highness Longwei County Prince, and he couldn't bear it, so he became crazy. At this time, he heard that the Prime Minister had mentioned the old story again, so he naturally wanted to start a war with His Highness... Fortunately, since the end of last year, the Prime Minister's Mansion began to plan to deal with His Highness the Five. Everyone was prepared in their hearts, and they would not have fallen to the point of distorting the tiger and terrifying.

Then there was a loyal Wenfu, and the Dali Temple Minister Qu Yan said loudly: "Qin Yutian is cruel and cunning, arrogant, and can still be free from justice after hundreds of lives. It is a naked provocation to my "Law of Qin"!" He said, "I beg the Prime Minister to make plans for the people of the world, not to fear power and violence, so that Qin Yutian deserves the punishment he deserves!" His words were very exciting, and those who didn't know the details thought that Lord Qu was the best for the people.
Chapter completed!