Fu Xuejun, who was nearly thirty but looked like he was already forty, slumped on the imperial chair with a dejected look on his face. He completely lost his usual demeanor and majesty as a magistrate, leaving only full of dejection.
A middle-aged man walked in hurriedly, arriving before anyone else arrived, "Sir, would Kecheng be willing to return the food to us?"
Fu Xuejun didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes, and as soon as the visitor finished speaking, his seemingly paralyzed posture shrank a little.
Well···
There is no need for him to answer. Looking at his character, Master Chen already knows the answer.
His face darkened visibly, and a contagious feeling of dejection spread throughout his body.
He walked over with heavy steps and sat down on the chair next to Fu Xuejun, "Sir, if we can't come up with food for charity, I'm afraid the victims will riot!"
Fu Xuejun rolled his eyelids and rolled his eyes at him, "Can't you understand this when you are my official? But the senior official rank is overwhelming, Lao Chen, this official is useless, there is no one above him, he wants to 'borrow' the grain book
The officer had to borrow it, but now he says he doesn’t have it. Where do you think I can get food?
I have already given up my face and asked the Chamber of Commerce for help, and they also gave me face, but..."
Just by looking at these two figures, it is clear that they are not ordinary guards, and they reflect Qi Baoer's identity as a virtuous king by 30%.
Master Chen and the yamen servant who were not yet in a good mood also knelt down quickly and said, "See you, Prince Xian."
It’s difficult, it’s difficult for them adults!
The two of them sat in line for a while, and Master Chen suddenly sat up again, "Sir, if His Royal Highness can't do it, isn't there a wise king?
Fu Xuejun didn't even respond. He tilted his head and leaned on the chair as if he had lost his life.
No need to ask, people are already here.
Qi Bao'er, who had already stepped in: "..."
Fu Xuejun wanted to ask again, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a woman wearing royal robes walking over.
The tone was gentle and soft, but it came with an irresistible pressure.
It’s difficult for an official from a poor family!
Suddenly, Master Chen turned sideways and sat up straight as if he had thought of something, "Sir, isn't His Highness the Crown Prince here with us? How about we tell His Highness the Crown Prince about this?"
"Who? Who did you say is here?"
In order to come in early and remind the adults to prepare for the pick-up in advance, he had to run as fast as he could.
Looking at the Xianwang again, although she is a young woman, her inviolable majesty and alienation with an ethereal aura, even the prefect Fu Xuejun only raised his eyes slightly and glanced quietly before immediately
He withdrew his gaze and never dared to look directly at her again.
"No, it can't be right? The wise king also comes from a poor family. At least, he will say a few words for you, sir, right?"
The kneeling this time was different from the kneeling they had done just now. They were forced to kneel down by an invisible force, and there was a sore feeling in both knees.
"Xian, Prince Xian, Prince Xian is here." The yamen servant was so exhausted from running that he almost couldn't catch his breath. He supported his knees with his hands and panted heavily as he replied.
Master Chen was so frightened that he jumped up and immediately grabbed his collar and shook him, "My lord, my lord, please don't scare me. I haven't reached that point yet. My lord, if you really can't think about it, wait until the victims of the disaster get into chaos."
It’s still too late to think about it anymore.”
…."My lord, my lord, the wise king, the wise king is here, the wise king is here."
There was no way, Xian Wang was obviously not as tall as his shoulders, but he didn't know what he ate to grow up, and he could walk almost as fast as he could run.
Fu Xueqian looked at him again and raised his eyebrows, "Let's not mention that we can't find where His Highness is now. Let's talk about the fact that Da Sima is also with His Highness. You said that we should really complain to His Highness.
, will Da Sima really deal with it impartially, or will he help his own people?
When the time comes, will His Highness the Crown Prince prefer the Grand Sima who holds a large army, or will he prefer me, a small prefect with no backing or support?"
Master Chen quickly stopped and with a concerned look on his face, he straightened the official robe that had just been wrinkled by Fu Xuejun, and then went back to sit down as if nothing had happened.
He quickly knelt down and saluted: "I'm going to the magistrate of Fancheng, Fu Xuejun, to see Prince Xian."
Fu Xuejun looked askance at his entire set of actions: "..."
Fu Xueqi sat up with a spring. In the blink of an eye, his back was straight and his legs were spread apart. There was no trace of dejection in his body. His originally worried face was expressionless, and he suddenly looked calm and confident.
The image of a strict official was born.
It's just the posture of sitting down again, a very standard sitting posture of being upright and self-conscious.
Listen, is this human talk?
Fu Xuejun was shaken so much that phantoms appeared in front of his eyes: "..., stop shaking. If you keep shaking, I won't be able to wait until the day when the victims start a violent attack."
Qi Baoer's eyes only glanced at them as he walked in front of them, entered the inner hall, came to the main seat and sat down.
"Master Fu, I think you should know why I am here. Regarding the current situation in Fancheng, I wonder if you, as the prefect, can give me an explanation?"
There was no certainty in Master Chen's tone, and even he couldn't believe what he said.
Why does this cry sound like ‘Wolf is coming?’?
The two people inside were so shocked that they didn't even care about acting for a while, and they both took long strides and almost trotted out.
Here, there is also a 'good' master who is always angry with him.
The wise king appeared in Shangrong Village, let's send people to look for him along Shangrong Village, we should be able to find him, right?"
Chen Yi and Chen Er each held the hilts of the swords at their waists, their eyes not squinting, their backs straight, one on the left and the other on the right, guarding her behind.
What frightened them more was not the miraculous ability of the virtuous king, who was a god, even killing them from the air was a normal thing, but the meaning of the virtuous king's move.
Both Fu Xuejun and Master Chen couldn't resist and knelt down again.
This set of moves by the two of them was the same as they had practiced it countless times, and the whole process was smooth and silky.
"Get up."
Ouch, what a fate he has.
"...Same." Master Chen was also paralyzed.
There are so many things to worry about outside.
Master Chen also stood up immediately and stood with a slight bow facing Fu Xuejun. Looking in from the door, it seemed that he was reporting something to Fu Xuejun.
At this time, the sound of hurried running came from outside the door.
Master Chen sighed and said nothing.
Fu Xuejun didn't even bother to roll his eyes this time, "Looking for it? Where to look for it? The place is so big, do you know which direction the wise king will go?
Besides, the relationship between the wise king and His Highness the Crown Prince is good, how can you guarantee that the wise king will not obey the prince’s orders then?”
The Xian King attacked them as soon as he sat down. It was obvious that the Xian King did not come to the government office as soon as he arrived in Fancheng, but had already done some understanding in Fancheng; and now, the Xian King had already caused Fancheng to be in ruins.
The blame for the crime was firmly placed on their heads.
What is not certain now is: Did King Xian have full knowledge and wanted to help Magistrate Liu and push them to take the blame? Or did he only know the surface?
Sadly, they have no choice now. No matter what the wise king's position is, they can only tell the truth.
It's still possible to win one.
(End of chapter)
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Meng Meng reminds you: Remember to collect after reading this
