Wu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth a few times, looking at Wu Qian quite bored, thinking to himself, is this still his biological brother?
Don't worry about yourself at all.
Wu Yuan didn't want to talk to Wu Qian, so he closed his eyes and stopped talking.
The carriage came all the way to Xiaofan Tower, and Wu Qian invited Wu Yuan in to have a drink and watch Ji Ji.
Wu Yuan was displeased and said, "How long has it been and you are still here?"
Wu Qian smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I'd better cherish a place like this. I'm afraid I won't be able to come here even if I want to."
"you,,,"
Wu Yuan was furious, but had no words to reply. He had no choice but to get off the carriage and follow him into Xiaofan Tower.
Here, several friends who were familiar with Wu Yuan were already waiting. When they saw Wu Yuan, they all admired Wu Yuan and praised Wu Yuan as a contemporary Wei Zheng. He spoke uprightly and was not afraid of life and death, which was admirable.
Wu Yuan was praised by everyone, and his mood instantly improved and he was quite proud. He raised his hand to thank everyone, and then he happily ate wine with everyone, happily watching the singer's performance, and everyone was in high spirits.
The reception banquet did not break up until late at night, and Wu Qian took Wu Yuan to his residence to stay.
The exhaustion along the way made Wu Yuan mentally exhausted, and he soon went to sleep.
Wu Qian was not sleepy at all. Seeing the beautiful moonlight, he ordered people to place the Four Treasures of the Study in the garden and started painting.
Wu Qian was like this. When his wife Ping saw this, she couldn't help but persuade him: "Mr. Lang, now the officials are very angry with my brother and have recalled him. I want to ask him in person in front of the palace. Are you still here enjoying the flowers and the moon? If you are caught by outsiders,
Knowing that, why don't you say that you don't care at all and talk about brotherly disharmony?"
Wu Qian looked relaxed and content, and continued to hold the brush in his hand, saying: "Sit next to me for a moment, and we will talk about it after my husband finishes drawing this picture of the Moon Palace."
Mr. Ping shook his head, thinking that his husband was good at everything, but he was too carefree and free-spirited. He didn't know how to be anxious or how to deal with the world.
After waiting for a while, Wu Qian's painting was finally completed. He happily pulled Ping over and said, "Madam, what do you think of this painting?"
Mr. Ping said perfunctorily: "Well done, well done. Sir, it's time to talk about business."
"Hehehe,,,"
Wu Qian laughed a few times, and Mrs. Ping carefully poured him a cup of tea and handed it to Wu Qian.
Wu Qian took the warm tea and took a sip. Wu Qian said: "Madam, you are too worried. I ask you, husband, have you ever heard of officials killing one person indiscriminately?"
"The officials are benevolent and righteous and do not kill indiscriminately. The slave family knows this. However, this time my brother wrote a letter to oppose the new law. His words were fierce and made the officials angry. This cannot be generalized. If the officials see my brother and speak displeased,
, when you are angry, good or bad fortunes are unpredictable.”
"No, madam, you are too worried. My brother is so bold when he writes the book. It is driven by passion. He can say anything. But if he really wants to meet an official, with his character, what else would he dare to say? Madam thinks, "God
"Weihehe" are words that cannot be said in vain.
Seeing that Wu Qian had already planned what happened to Wu Yuan, Mrs. Ping felt confident and no longer worried.
Mr. Ping complained: "Since my brother is fine, why didn't you tell him clearly? It would make him more worried."
Wu Qian said with a smile: "My brother has nothing to do but is full of food. He is looking for trouble. He knows that he cannot persuade the official, so he wants to provoke the official. It might as well be to scare him."
After hearing this, Mrs. Ping couldn't help but hide her face and sneer.
The next day, early morning, Funing Hall, garden pond.
Zhao Yun was fishing, taking a rare break and feeling comfortable.
At this time, a little Huangmen came over and whispered a few words to Gao Shi. Gao Shi then stepped forward and said softly: "Your Majesty, Wu Yuan, the prefect of Zhenjiang, has been summoned and is waiting outside the palace gate."
"Wu Yuan?"
Zhao Yun didn't remember who it was for a moment, but only after Gao Shi reminded him did he remember him.
"Xuan."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Soon, Wu Yuan arrived under the guidance of Xiaohuangmen.
Wu Yuan had thought a lot on the way here, thinking that if he got into an argument with the officials and the officials didn't listen to his words, he would die if he couldn't make up his mind.
It is worthwhile to die once and leave a history book for eternity.
Thinking like this, Wu Yuan's eyes became sharper, revealing determination.
However, when he saw Zhao Yun, he was fishing with his back to him. He was so serious that he didn't realize that he was coming.
The most important thing to avoid when fishing is loud noise, which can scare away the fish. Wu Yuan didn't know whether he should speak at this time.
Wu Yuan looked embarrassed and hesitant, but finally he raised his hand and said softly: "I, Wu Yuan, the prefect of Zhenjiang, have met your Majesty."
Zhao Yun ignored him and left him alone, minding his own fishing.
The inherent coercion of imperial power made Wu Yuan's pressure increase sharply. Wu Yuan's heart was pounding. He didn't know whether Zhao Yun didn't hear what he said, or because he was angry at his previous words and deliberately left him alone.
At a loss, Wu Yuan had no choice but to stand quietly, not daring to make a sound.
Zhao Yun raised the corners of his mouth in a sneer, thinking to himself, Wu Yuan, aren't you very talkative and tough?
When you see me, you still don't want to be honest.
For half an hour, Wu Yuan's temperament of desperately admonishing was almost worn away by Zhao Yun.
Seeing that it was almost time, Zhao Yun turned to look at Wu Yuan, pretending to be surprised, and asked: "Who are you and why are you here?"
Wu Yuan was excited and looked eager. He quickly raised his hand and said: "Your Majesty, I am Wu Yuan, the magistrate of Zhenjiang. This time I was called to join the army. I wonder what your Majesty has to do with you?"
Zhao Yun's eyes widened and he said angrily: "You are Wu Yuan. You are so brave. You dare to discuss the new law and slander me. I think you don't want to live anymore and want to kill the clan!"
Zhao Yun suddenly became furious. Wu Yuan, who was already losing his temper, was so frightened that he kneeled on the ground subconsciously and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down. How dare I slander Your Majesty? This is all a misunderstanding."
In one sentence, you can see Wu Yuan's change in mentality at this time.
In the past, it was a matter of speaking out, but now it is a misunderstanding.
When Zhao Yun saw this, he felt funny in his heart. His expression softened slightly and he said, "Misunderstanding? Then what misunderstanding is it?"
Wu Yuan hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty, I say that the gentry are also your subjects, and the poor people are also your subjects. You cannot harm the gentry and enrich others. There is nothing wrong with this."
Wu Yuan had been left out by Zhao Yun for so long, and was frightened by Zhao Yun. How could he still have the confidence to write the memorial in the first place? He just hoped that Zhao Yun would not blame him.
It can be said that Wu Yuan's psychology was tightly manipulated by Zhao Yun.
After hearing Wu Yuan's words, Zhao Yun shook his head and said: "The Qing family is wrong. Everyone in the world is my people, but just because they are all my people, you can't not manage or restrain them.
No sanctions.
Otherwise, the criminals are also my subjects, so do they still need to be imprisoned? The bandits are also my subjects, do they still need to be arrested?"
Wu Yuan nodded after hearing this, feeling that it made sense.
Zhao Yun raised his hand to signal Wu Yuan to get up.