Everyone present was shocked. Ying Tianfu, as the capital, was well-informed. Even the news that Prince Zhao Huan was about to ascend the throne had been spread, but no one heard that Wang Fu was dead.
Gao Pujun frowned and said, "Wang Fu? When did he die? How could I not know?"
Xu Zizhen said: "I'm not dead yet, but I'm going to die soon. The three halls are currently reviewing him."
Lord Gao Pu said: "So what? It should be noted that the laws of the Song Dynasty do not kill scholars. No matter what, Wang Fu is still a Jinshi. Even if he is tried by the three halls, he will be demoted and returned to his place of origin."
"Damn! Isn't it?" Xu Zizhen was startled, and then sneered, "No matter how he is sentenced, I am not worried about the old thief's official position being demolished. Why don't I kill him while he is on the way back to his hometown?"
"Absurd!" Gao Pujun's expression changed. Regardless of everyone watching, he pulled Xu Zizhen to the side and whispered, "Don't mess around! Even if he loses his official title, you can't touch him. After all, he has fame.
If you hurt his life, wouldn't you be causing trouble for yourself?"
Xu Zizhen threw her hand away and said angrily: "Is it possible that I can't touch him even though I can't help but watch him go home for retirement? Then he would lie on the rocking chair and tell his grandson a story: There used to be a fool named Xu Zizhen who was almost beaten by his grandfather.
Even if you kill me, you still dare not touch me...I tell you, I can't afford to disgrace this man!"
Gao Pujun almost lost his footing after being thrown away by him, but he was not angry either. He just shook his head and sighed softly: "I just said you shouldn't do anything wrong. It's not difficult to kill him, but can't you find another way?"
Xu Zizhen was stunned: "You mean to kill him quietly?"
Gao Pujun shook his head, leaned into his ear and whispered: "You are like this when you go to Bianjing..."
Xu Zizhen became more and more delighted as he listened, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised. When Gao Pujun finished speaking, he hugged her happily: "She is indeed a talented woman, good at planning, good at planning!" He kissed Gao Pujun hard on the face.
This caused everyone around him to snicker, and Gao Pujun also blushed. He pushed him away in embarrassment and annoyance, and said angrily: "Weren't you still so angry just now? Why did Kung Fu say this again at this moment?
Am I okay?"
Only then did Xu Zizhen remember that he had shaken her little hand earlier. Knowing that he was wrong, he quickly apologized with a shy face and said with a smile: "It's my fault, it's my fault. Madam, please forgive me."
Gao Pujun's face turned redder and redder, and he spat: "Who is your wife? She is shouting nonsense and she has no shame."
Xu Zizhen chuckled and leaned into her ear and said: "Little kiss, little darling, it was my fault just now. I will make amends to you tonight. Remember to put Xiu'er away."
How could Gao Pujun not understand what he meant? His two extremely disgusting words made him blush to the root of his neck. He turned around and ran away in embarrassment, hiding next to Hu Sanniang and refusing to raise his head again.
A small storm dissipated in laughter. Xu Zizhen had a particularly good appetite today. He ate nearly two bowls of rice more than usual. After the meal, he sat at the table and took two sips of tea. Suddenly he remembered something and raised his head to the side.
Zhuo Ya said: "Did your family still manage the black fire oil territory last time?"
He was talking about the oil that was used by Feng Size outside Lanzhou City. Sanjuetang obtained it from Tubo at that time. I seem to remember Zhuo Ya saying that it was his uncle or someone like him who was in charge of that place.
Zhuo Ya said: "Yes, how much do you want? I will send someone to deliver it to you."
Xu Zizhen secretly admired in his heart that Zhuo Ya usually didn't seem to talk much, but in fact she was extremely smart, and she seemed to have a deep understanding with him. She could understand the meaning of some words just by talking about them.
"I'm afraid it will be a lot this time, and it will be of great use in a while." Xu Zizhen thought for a while and said, "I asked Xiaomeng to go get it. It's a very important matter, so I don't worry about sending someone else."
Zhuo Ya nodded and said nothing. She didn't ask what Xu Zizhen wanted the black fire oil for or what it was used for. Li Meng was a little depressed. Firstly, he actually wanted to accompany Xu Zizhen to Bianjing to deal with Wang Fu. Secondly, he wanted to accompany Xu Zizhen to Bianjing to deal with Wang Fu.
Now he is a little afraid to go to Tibet, if he encounters Duoqi Zhuoyake, he will be stuck again.
That night, Xu Zizhen took advantage of the darkness and entered Gao Pujun's house. He sneaked out quietly at midnight, and then went back into Mo Lier's house.
Today is a good day. Wang Fu, the old bastard, has finally arrived. Xu Zizhen is in a particularly good mood, and his condition has also become particularly good. If he had not had to go out early the next morning, I am afraid he would have to go to Kou Qiaoyi's house again.
After three hundred rounds of fighting, even though he had deliberately restrained himself, Gao Pujun and Mo Lier were still paralyzed by him and turned into mud.
He got up early the next day, full of energy and radiant, and quietly left home with Bao'er, heading for Bianjing.
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The South Government Office of Kaifeng Mansion is still as usual, solemn and quiet in front of the gate. It is now dusk, and the setting sun is setting a golden color on the street outside the government office gate, adding a bit of chilling air out of thin air. This scene is different.
Speaking of carriages and horses, not even pedestrians dared to pass by the door.
But just at this moment, the officer on duty in front of the door noticed someone walking straight over. They were two people, one big and one small. They both wore wide-rimmed bamboo hats on their heads, covering most of their faces.
The yamen servant on duty put his hand on his waist knife and shouted: "Who is it?"
The two of them came to the door and stood still. The taller one raised his head slightly and smiled: "Excuse me, may I ask if Mr. Fu Yin is here?"
The head of the Yamen team stretched out his hand and pulled out half of his sword: "What does it matter to you if you are here, sir? This is the South Yamen. No one can break in without any reason! Don't blame me for being rude if you don't leave!"
But the man in the hat didn't care at all, and smiled again: "Oh, this is not the first time I have come to this Kaifeng government office. No one said that I was trespassing before, and no one was rude to me."
"You..." The yamen leader drew his knife and took two steps forward. Just when he was about to curse again, he finally saw the face clearly. Suddenly his pupils shrank suddenly, and his original arrogant expression instantly turned into extremely frightened.
Even his voice became trembling, "You...are you Master Xu Zizhen?"
Xu Zizhen glanced at him with a faint smile: "Hey, do you know me?"
The squad leader quickly sheathed his sword, walked a few steps to catch up, hunched his waist and said with a smile, "Mr. Xu, you forgot, the last time you came here, you were also a villain on duty."
Xu Zizhen thought for a while and remembered that that time he came to see Xu Bingzhe, that is, the time he pretended to be the secret envoy of the Jin Kingdom. It seemed that he was the one on duty in front of the door. Xu Zizhen nodded: "Since we are acquaintances, it will be easy to handle. Please help me."
I'll send a message that Xu Zizhen wants to see you."
The squad leader quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, I will go in and pass the news. Mr. Xu, please wait a moment." After saying that, he ran inside quickly, not caring that he almost dropped his hat as he ran so fast.
The remaining yamen officials stared at Xu Zizhen dumbfounded. They had never seen the squad leader treat anyone with respect. Even Wang Fu, the Prime Minister of the past two days... Oh, it should be called the prison officer Wang Fu. Several of his officers served in the Sixth Department.
The disciples came to guard against him, and the class leader also liked to ignore him, but this time the class leader was groveling like a grandson. Could it be that this was a private visit from a big shot incognito? Unfortunately, no one heard what the class leader was talking to him just now. Guess
There's no room for guessing.
Just when they were still in a daze, the class leader hurried out again and shouted before he got close: "Quickly, open... open the middle door, sir, please!"