After their commotion, several servants were alerted first. When they came out to greet him, they saw it was Du Fuwei and immediately saluted him.
Du Fuwei took a look and didn't see the two maids. He couldn't help but murmur in his heart, could it be that Ma Muxian was really enjoying himself in the room? Then they came at the wrong time.
He has always been a "kind" person, so he deliberately lingered outside for a while without letting the servants report. A few people boasted in front of him. They felt that Ma Zhou's fellow couldn't hold on for too long, so they led the people there.
Go inside.
When he arrived at the study, Du Fuwei asked the others to stay away, while he went up to the room, pulled the door open, and looked inside.
The room was quiet and warm. Ma Zhou was lying on the couch holding a book and lying on the lap of a young girl. Another girl was gently rubbing ink. The aroma of books filling the room did not disappoint Du Fuwei. Indeed,
Also mixed with a little fragrance.
Red sleeves add fragrance, but that's all.
It's just that Du Fuwei's operation was as fierce as a tiger's, which shocked the three people in the room.
The little maid who was grinding ink shook her hand, and the ink block that had been rubbed out came out and hit Ma Zhou's arms. Ma Zhou screamed, but then there was a thud.
Zhou couldn't help but screamed.
Because when the other little maid saw Du Fuwei at first sight, she sat upright in shock. Ma Zhou's head hit the couch without any surprise, making a muffled thud.
Everyone in the room fell on their backs for a while, and there was only one victim, the owner of this room. You call it unlucky or not.
……………………
The room became calm again, and the two maids made tea and left.
Du Fuwei was very happy and said with a smile: "It's freezing cold outside, so cold that it can freeze people to death, but here Mu Xian is warm and fragrant. It's really enjoyable."
Ma Zhou rubbed his head, glanced at the ink stains on his clothes, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Scholars study hard, and this is not what they want? Isn't it a bit unkind for the king to come to the door at this time and go straight into the inner room?"
Having been with Du Fuwei for some time, Ma Zhou's face has obviously become much thicker, and he talks to Du Fuwei very casually.
Du Fuwei was not embarrassed. He took a sip of tea and said: "When the weather is cold, people become restless. In the south, the weather is not so evil. People's souls are almost gone when it snows and freezes. So we can only
Shrinking in the house...
I'm still thinking of moving my house while everyone is fine, what about, Mu Xian, please help me with the arrangements?"
Okay, it's happened again.
Du Fuwei has mentioned the matter of moving several times, especially after he got married to the Du family of Huanshui. He wanted to move to the imperial city and then give this mansion as a dowry to his daughter and son-in-law. This was really a generous move.
Ma Zhou nodded, "I will take people to see which mansion the king has chosen tomorrow. Before moving, it must be repaired first. The weather is too cold, so we can't make any big moves. If the mansion has been abandoned for too long,
, I may feel wronged by the king."
Du Fuwei waved his hand nonchalantly, "We'll live here first and then we'll talk about it later. I've been chosen by the former Shu Prince's Mansion and have already reported it. When the Supreme Lord nods, we'll move there."
Moving is really not a big deal for Du Fuwei. He moved his family from Jiangdu to Chang'an. In contrast, this time it was just a slight move.
The main reason for this move was that his daughter's wedding was approaching and he wanted to take the opportunity to show off. The second reason was that he didn't make any friends in Buzhengfang, so he simply moved to the inner city to show his loyalty to the emperor.
Ma Zhou saw his thoughts clearly, so he didn't talk nonsense. He was now Du Fuwei's confidant. If the King of Wu wanted to move, he would naturally have to work hard.
The two discussed this for a while, and then Du Fuwei changed the subject and said, "It's been a while since Gongtuo came here. What do you think of him as a person?"
After hearing this, Ma Zhou frowned unconsciously, pondered for a moment and said: "He is the king's sworn brother, and he is also the king's old subordinate. The king himself knows what he is like. How can Ma Zhou dare to make unreasonable comments?"
Du Fuwei laughed, pointed at Ma Zhou and said: "You scholars, everything else is fine, but you always like to hide your head and tail when talking. I know you don't like him, but you have never said anything about him in front of me.
Half a bad word, is this the kindness of scholars?
In fact, he is not a bad person. When he was in the south, many people praised his virtuousness. They thought that when we had nothing in Shandong, we hid in the mountains and forests to explore our heads. In addition to having a lot of strength and thoughts of opposing the government, everyone also
It's just that he still has some ideas.
As for everyone, they have developed the habit of listening to what he has to say about everything. As time goes by, he probably thinks that he is very resourceful, just like those counselors in the past. In fact, he is just like me.
Compared to the predecessors in the past, they were far behind.
It's just that I know my own weight. It's only by chance that I've survived to this day. I have nothing to be proud of. Maybe one day the city will be breached like others. Not to mention my own life, I can't even save my family.
.
This is not the case with Gongtuo. In the words of you scholars, if it sounds better, it means having great ambitions; if it sounds worse, it means having no self-awareness.
Look, I've been away from Jiangdu for more than a year, what can he accomplish? Wasn't he driven out of Jiangdu in despair? I only wrote a few letters to him, but those people still listened to me.
He talks about tricks all day long. He has no idea that when blood is shed and the knife is used, a life-or-death friendship is forged. If you don't work with everyone, you are still an outsider.
Even if you are lucky enough to get everyone's response and start a new uprising, you will definitely be defeated in a cataclysmic manner. Some will surrender and some will escape. After a battle, your true colors will be revealed..."
Du Fuwei rarely gave such serious long speeches. He probably had several conversations with Fugong Tuo before he came up with this idea. Indeed, as Ma Zhou said, when it comes to understanding Fugong Tuo, who can
More profound than him?
Ma Zhou knew that his worries were in vain. The king in front of him was like a bright mirror, reflecting others and himself. Although he had not read any books, he could be said to be a wise man. No matter who was in front of him, he would
Everyone will weigh it with their own eyes.
Having said this, Du Fuwei took a sip of tea soup, and Ma Zhou filled it for him again.
A relaxed smile appeared on Du Fuwei's face and he said: "Fortunately, the Supreme Being is very kind in doing things. If it were someone else... he might deliberately let Gong Tuo become the leader, and wait until the right time to send troops to attack him. Come on.
Cutting the grass and rooting it out, both of us will lose our heads, it just depends on who goes to see the King of Hell first.
Now I feel at ease. There is no turmoil over there. Gongtuo has also come to Chang'an. Please help me think about whether there is a suitable position outside and get him out of the capital as soon as possible. Otherwise, if this guy keeps tossing like this, he will definitely die.
Chang'an, we have been brothers for many years, and I can't bear to look at you."
Ma Zhou agreed in his heart, but the scholar was being pretentious and still tried to persuade him, "I think that although Fugong is worried, it's not that serious. Why don't we explain it more, so as not to hurt the bond between the king and others?" .”
Du Fuwei rolled his eyes and said, "If he listens to your advice, why would I come to see you? Hurry up and give me a good idea. If you don't care about our brothers, it would be too ugly to break up." If so, wouldn't it be better if I broke his legs first and let him stay quiet?"
Ma Zhou then became more and more confident, "Your Majesty, why don't you talk to Commander Shen first? He works in Qianniu Beishen Mansion and seems to be involved with the Military Intelligence Department of the Ministry of War.
Fugong has invited them to drink several times in the past few days. I think he wants to use everyone's mouth to say something, ask for a visit to the palace, and then ask for an official position from the Supreme King like a king. He is really angry."
I don’t know if Du Fuwei knew about this, but after hearing this, he slapped the table and said confused, then stared at Ma Zhou and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, Mr. Mu? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Knowing this, when we go out of the city to meet him, we might as well just throw him into the river..."
Ma Zhou grinned and said to himself that several Qian Niu Bishen are more familiar with you than me. I don't believe you don't know about this. Maybe you just heard about this and came to discuss it with me, right?
Well, no one is stupid. The only one who is stupid is Fugong Tuo, who plunged into Chang'an and still thought he was right.
According to Ma Zhou, Fugong Tuo couldn't hide his thoughts at all. He just saw that Du Fuwei was doing well in Chang'an and felt that he could do the same.
In addition, he always blamed Du Fuwei for insisting on coming to Chang'an to "surrender" despite the persuasion of his old subordinates to stay. In the end, he had to leave his hometown, and he owed it to them.
So I had some thoughts of competing with my sworn brothers. I guess I had this thought before, but it just became more intense after encountering setbacks.
"I heard from Commander Shen that Zhang Liang, a doctor in the Ministry of War who is in charge of the Military Intelligence Department, has returned to the court and been promoted to the position of Minister of War. I am afraid that what Fu Gong has done will be seen by others. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, it is better to let Fu Gong borrow Commander Shen's help. Go to the Ministry of War..."
Huh? Du Fuwei was really a little suspicious this time, "Does Mu Xian want him to die?"
Ma Zhou shook his head and said: "Fu Gong drinks alcohol without restraint and often makes false statements, which have already spread to the ears of others. Some time ago, Xiao Lang was beheaded because of this. Your Majesty, wouldn't you have heard about it?
That Zhang Liang is an old minister of Jinyang. Although I have never met him, he killed people in Jiangzuo some time ago and his reputation has spread to Chang'an. Now he has been promoted to the post of minister of the Ministry of War and has no merit. We cannot let him come and take the throne of the king. Consumption.
Fugong still doesn't have much in the hands of others, so nothing happens. As time goes by, someone may want to use this to embarrass the king in order to gain fame, so we have to be on guard.
It would be better to let Fugong seek an official position in the Ministry of War, and he would give money to the good people. If he offends him, he can save his life.
Your Majesty, please go to the palace again and beg the Emperor to spare his life, and let him go out of the capital and get an official position. This will not only fulfill the brotherhood, but also eliminate the trouble. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Du Fuwei was silent for a while, then he took a long breath and said: "You scholars are still thoughtful enough to make such a big detour. If he talks nonsense again in the future, it will have nothing to do with us. That's good, that's good."