Changsun Yan felt very aggrieved. Not only did his plan fail, but he also offended the Wei family in vain. Just from Wei Ting's message asking him to bring in the "Kneeling Spirit", we can see how angry Jingzhao Wei was about this matter.
, even if the two families will not fight to the death in the future, they will still be sworn enemies.
What is particularly important is the prince's reaction.
Even if His Highness is weak, why can the minister who is planning to kill him be so forbearing? Shouldn't he respond in anger and severely punish the Wei family to show the majesty of the prince and protect the meritorious ministers under his command?
However, now the prince actually took the initiative to give the Wei family a white silk ribbon to express his condolences. The conflict that should have occurred between the two parties did not occur, which was completely different from Chang Sunyan's expectation.
Now it is no longer a question of whether the government will be in chaos or whether he can profit from it, but that he is very likely to face the wrath of both the prince and the Wei family at the same time...
How did things come to be like this?
Changsun Yan was a little aggrieved and even more depressed. He had always boasted that he was both civil and military, but he was always at odds with him. Because of his background, he was pushed down by several brothers. He could not stretch his ambitions and show off his talents. As long as he could give him
An opportunity will surely skyrocket, no less than a second-class person.
However, he first murdered Changsun Jun, and then attempted to disrupt the situation of the court and profit from it, but he failed to achieve the expected results. In fact, the former was even more despicable and laid many hidden dangers.
It's so difficult...
Changsun Zhan, who was on the side, saw his brother standing there in a daze. He quickly poked him quietly and reminded in a low voice: "Fourth brother, it's time to go to the mourning hall to worship..."
"oh!"
Changsun Yan woke up from his dream and knew that this was not the time to be depressed. The situation had gone awry, and he was afraid that there would be endless troubles in the future, so he needed to be treated with caution.
Busily taking his two brothers, he came to the mourning hall under the guidance of the servants of the Wei family.
When they arrived in front of the mourning hall, they saw Li Yuanjing, King of Jing, dressed in black robes, walking out of the mourning hall. Wei Ting accompanied him. The two of them lowered their heads slightly and talked in low voices as they walked.
Chang, Sun Yan and the others hurriedly stepped aside to make way, bowed and saluted: "We have met His Royal Highness King Jing."
"Um?"
Li Yuanjing, who was saying this, raised his head and saw the three brothers of Changsun Yan. A smile appeared on his face, and he quickly turned away and nodded: "It turns out they are some gentlemen of Changsun's family. Well, well, it turns out that the father of a tiger has no son."
, everyone is in high spirits, Zhao Guogong has someone to succeed him, haha."
Then he strode away with his hands behind his back.
His words seemed to be complimentary, perhaps polite, but to Changsun Yan's ears, they always felt full of ridicule...
Wei Ting's gaze passed over the faces of the three brothers from the Changsun family, and with a cold expression, he personally sent Li Yuanjing to one side of the courtyard to rest.
Changsun Zhan was a little dissatisfied and murmured in a low voice: "Did Wei Ting take the wrong medicine? First, it was extremely rude to ask the fourth brothers to come and kneel in mourning, but now they turn a blind eye to us and simply don't know what to say! Fourth brothers, we
Why would anyone want to look at their Jingzhao-Webster look? If not, just go back now."
The Changsun family has always been the leader of Guanlong, and although Jingzhao Weishi and the Guanlong aristocracy did not have the same roots when they started their careers, because their power was all in the Guanzhong area, they were so intertwined that they were indistinguishable from each other, and they were once part of the Guanlong clan.
During the most glorious years of the Changsun family, Jingzhao Weishi kept a low profile and acted small, and he never disobeyed the orders of the Changsun family.
Nowadays, Wei Ting's cold and rude attitude naturally makes Changsun Zhan and others very dissatisfied. They think that this is all because His Majesty suppresses the Changsun family. The power of the Changsun family is not as powerful as before, so they try to reverse it.
I will bite the eldest son's family to show my loyalty to His Majesty.
"Bah! You are a capricious villain who looks down on others! Even if our eldest grandson's family is in dire straits, how can Jingzhao and Webster be compared to it?"
Changsun Jing also cursed.
Only Changsun Yan felt guilty and understood that Wei Ting's attitude was all because he knew his plan, which forced him to force his wife to death to save the family. If at this time Wei Ting could still be respectful and smile
If you have a full face, that's what the hell...
"Ahem! It's understandable that people suddenly encounter a funeral and don't show proper etiquette when their hearts are shaken. If we pick up gifts at this time, wouldn't we be ridiculed by the world? Let's go and worship in front of the soul. Since they don't want to wait,
Meet us and leave later."
Changsun Yan comforted them with a few words, led the two brothers into the mourning hall, bowed three times in front of the mourning body, and respectfully offered a stick of incense before exiting the mourning hall.
Many disciples of the Guanlong clan who came to express their condolences took the initiative to come forward to greet the three brothers when they saw them. However, this place was not a place for greetings, so they only greeted each other, nodded and said goodbye, and then left.
At this time, Wei Ting sent Li Yuanjing to cross the courtyard, ordered the servants at home to entertain him well, and then returned.
Changsun Jing was dissatisfied and slightly handed over his hands: "Uncle, let's go and entertain the guests. Our brothers don't even have a place to sit, so we won't bother you and leave now."
Wei Ting didn't even look at him. He stared at Changsun Yan and said coldly: "Zhuojing is the daughter of the Changsun family. Although she is not a direct descendant, she still has the blood of the Changsun family. This sudden death, could it be that Si Lang died so suddenly?
Don’t you feel any sadness or guilt?”
Changsun Jing frowned and said with dissatisfaction: "What my uncle said makes absolutely no sense. We are naturally sad when our aunt dies, but people cannot be resurrected. Is it possible that we have to cry and howl here to be considered sad?
What’s more, my eldest grandson’s family didn’t come to ask for an explanation from your Wei family because my aunt died violently. It’s already considered reasonable and magnanimous. Why do we need my family to feel guilty?”
Wei Ting said nothing and just stared at Changsun Yan.
Changsun Yanqiang kept his face unchanged and said with cupped hands: "My uncle has received bad news and lost a loved one. We can understand that he feels sad. But you can't eat randomly, let alone talk nonsense. I hope you can calm down and take care of yourself.
."
After saying that, he took the two brothers and left.
Wei Ting watched the three people walking out of the mansion coldly, then turned back and walked into the mourning hall to entertain the guests who came to express their condolences.
…
At night, the Wei family's candles burned high, as bright as day, and mournful music played.
Across the courtyard, Wei Ting, who had taken off his mourning clothes and put on a set of ordinary clothes, could not hide his tired and sad look. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and said to Li Yuanjing, who was sitting opposite: "I am exhausted and can't bear the power of alcohol. Your Majesty, just enjoy yourself."
."
He took a sip and put down the glass.
Li Yuanjing shook his head, took a drink, and sighed: "The most tragic thing in life is losing your mother in childhood, losing your wife in middle age, and losing your son in old age. The fate of a person is determined by God and cannot be controlled by human power.
My dear brother is a man of outstanding intelligence, so I should comfort myself and not get into trouble. The dead are gone, but the living will still live on. Especially my dear brother, who belongs to the Wei family, he should get out of his sorrow as soon as possible.
, cheer up. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be like letting those rat-like thieves who harmed your ladyship succeed?”
Wei Ting's pale face suddenly froze, and he looked at Li Yuanjing in shock.
"My dear brother, there is no need to be like this. In a place as big as the palace and outside the palace, with so many people, how can such a thing be hidden from others? It has already been spread. But I still want to say something to my dear brother, Prince
This may seem magnanimous, but in fact it may not be so. Fang Jun is the minister of humerus beside the prince. It is not an exaggeration to say that "white jade pillars hold up the sky, and purple gold beams frame the sea". Fang Jun can hold the position of prince until today.
His contribution is indispensable. How can the prince remain indifferent to the murder of such a trusted and trusted minister? At present, it seems that he has forgiven his wife's fault, but it is just to stabilize the court situation. This debt must always be kept in his heart.
When dealing with Jing'er, you always have to settle things."
Li Yuanjing gave Wei Ting a glass of wine with a heavy tone and a heart-to-heart look, seeming to be very worried about Wei Ting.
Wei Ting remained silent.
It’s hard to accept such words. Although King Jing’s thoughts have never been disclosed, judging from his past behavior, his ambitions seem to be quite high. If he says the wrong thing, he is very likely to fall into the wrong trap. But he also admits in his heart that Jing’s intentions are not small.
The king's words are very reasonable. People like Fang Jun and others who are extremely important to the prince, if someone wants to murder him, how can the prince remain indifferent?
No matter whether he is trying to show off to Fang Jun or trying to scare the monkeys, he will not let the Wei family off easily.
Li Yuanjing took a look at Wei Ting's face, then moved forward, leaned forward slightly, stared into Wei Ting's eyes, and whispered: "In this world, there are only those who commit a thousand days to be a thief. Who has ever seen a thousand days to guard against a thief?"
Dear brother, if you want the Wei family to be passed down from generation to generation and be prominent for generations to come, then you can’t just sit back and wait for death, but you must take the initiative."
Wei Ting's eyes flashed, he pondered for a long time, and then asked: "How to take the initiative?"