Faced with such profound changes, Wang Xian had to sigh to himself, life is really a fucking piece of shit.
But a life of shit is much better than a life of shit...
'Only when you become strong can you gain dignity, security and vanity. This statement is indeed true. It took Wang Xian a while to calm down, picked up the wine glass and smiled at Master Zhu Liu: "I haven't thanked Master Liu for helping me last night.
"
"It's just a trivial matter, it doesn't matter." Zhu Liuye hurriedly said humbly, but he was not slow at all, clinking glasses with him and finishing the drink in one gulp.
"For Mr. Liu, it is a small effort, but for me, it is of great importance." Wang Xian said seriously: "My wife was frightened at the time and was already ill. If she continues to wait in the cold wind, I don't know what it will be like.
"He had always been thinking about Lin Qing'er who was ill, but under the emperor's order, he was unable to do anything, so he couldn't help but feel the helplessness of being unable to control himself again.
"Anyway, it's a trivial matter. Don't thank me anymore." Mr. Zhu Liu put down his wine glass and said with a shy look, "Otherwise, I really don't know where to put my old face." He stood up and looked at me.
Wang Xian bowed deeply and said: "Brother, it was my fault in the past." After saying that, he felt that it was too understatement, so he quickly emphasized and said: "It's my fault, oh no, it's my sin." He felt that the weight of this word was still high.
He continued: "I am sorry for you, even if you kill me, you should do it. I planned to go over there early tomorrow morning to plead guilty, but I didn't expect that my brother is here. It really makes me helpless."
Such a shameful appearance."
"Take a whip to plead guilty?" Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. He secretly said with hatred in his heart, with my temper, I really should have punished you to death without a place to die before I could just apologize and think about it? How can it be so cheap?
thing
It's a pity that things are unpredictable, and he is now in an extremely dangerous situation - not to mention that the emperor ordered him three days to solve the case, just that he will join the town of Fusi in the future, which is Ji Gang's home base for more than ten years! No matter how arrogant Wang Xian is,
He also knew that he was no match for Ji Gang on his own. If he wanted to avoid being eaten alive, he could only find allies as much as possible, or at least reduce the number of enemies as much as possible. Survival was the overriding task, and under this, everything was at stake.
You can put it back first.
For Wang Daguan people, integrity is similar to steamed buns, which can be eaten in one bite at any time.
This was the result of his hard thinking in the small restaurant today. From the moment the emperor asked him to join Fusi, Wang Xian kept thinking about how to solve this super difficult problem. But in his opinion, Jin Yiwei was really monolithic, and there was no way he could solve it.
There was no room for him to step in. When he was thinking hard to no avail, he finally thought of Zhu Liuye's strange words and deeds last night... The only explanation is that this old guy knew in advance that he was going to be replaced by him. And out of respect for the emperor
fear, or other reasons, and do not want to get into a stalemate with him... This is worth pondering, because Ji Gang must be very dissatisfied with this decision. As his subordinate, even if Zhu Liuye does not take the opportunity to correct himself, he will pretend
Tsukuru didn't see himself.
At that time, there were thousands of pairs of eyes staring at them in the square. There was no need for Zhu Liu to lower his status to talk to him, and even arranged a car to take him back. Wouldn't that not only lose face, but also make Ji Gang unhappy?
So Wang Xian has been wondering whether Zhu Liu is not Ji Gang's confidant as he imagined. Or is he most afraid of himself? Of course, it is also possible that he got the emperor's order... But no matter which way
, all prove one thing, that is, Jin Yiwei is not monolithic, and there are gaps that can be exploited.
Therefore, Wang Xian made a decisive decision. He must temporarily forget his hatred and come to Zhu Liu's place to see if he can gain anything.
Seeing that his face was gloomy and gloomy, it was obviously not easy to untie his heart knot. Zhu Liu actually made an astonishing move. He knelt down on one knee to Wang Xian, untied his robe, revealing his chest full of scars, and then pulled out a black
, the whip full of barbs was handed to Wang Xian with both hands, and he said in a muffled voice: "Let me be punished, beat the ball to death."
Wang Xian couldn't help being stunned, but couldn't help smiling for a while, thinking to himself, if you were a beautiful woman, I would still be interested in falling in love with you for a while, but what's there to do with a rough old man? But he still
Take the whip and play with it. It's really fierce. It's likely to tear open the flesh in just one move.
But to be honest, he was very happy to see Zhu Liu plead guilty. This meant that his guess was correct and Zhu Liu was eager to have a good relationship with him.
Zhu Liu waited for a long time, but he didn't see him making a move. He had to look up and saw Wang Xian staring at his chest in a daze. He couldn't help but feel a chill. He thought to himself, this guy doesn't have the same hobby as Zhu Gaosui. If he wants to leave, I will
Gu Dao, should I agree or not?
No matter how imaginative Wang Xian was, he never imagined that Zhu Liuye was ready to sacrifice his appearance. He finally said, "How did Master Liu get these scars?" The injuries on Zhu Liu's body were all kinds of and terrifying.
From this point of view, it is not entirely an excuse for the emperor to say that Zhu Liu wanted to retire and recuperate because of poor health. Speaking of which, Zhu Liu and the emperor are really similar in this regard. They both look like a dragon and a tiger, but in fact
My body has been worn down by years of fighting.
"These are all left behind by His Majesty, who was still King of Yan at the time, during the Southern and Northern Wars." Mentioning the scars on his body, Zhu Liu's face suddenly brightened up and said, "Your Majesty must take the lead in every battle, and is often trapped in tight sieges, so we all
The guards suffered the most injuries. Of those who were lucky enough to survive, none of them had wounds all over their body." As he spoke, he pointed to the scar the size of a copper coin on the right side of his heart as if to show off: "This is an arrow wound left from the battle at Baigouhe. It's so bad.
One o'clock, and it's gone." Pointing to a scar on his neck, he said: "This was cut by the Tatar's scimitar when we were conquering Mongolia. Good guy, the thick iron armor was cut through, but luckily it was.
Your Majesty, please give us the best armor, otherwise my head will be moved..." He pointed at the wounds on his body, with a proud look on his face as if he knew all his treasures. After he finished speaking, he said sadly: "But compared to the brothers who died in the battle,
If I can survive, it is a great blessing."
"It can be said that this is a medal for your dedication to the emperor." Wang Xian accurately expressed three parts emotion, three parts admiration, three parts helplessness, and one part anger: "How do you want me to fight?"
Hearing what he said, Zhu Liu felt that he was better than any flattery, and his bones were half lighter. He turned around and said: "It doesn't matter, just hit me on the back. There won't be a scar here."
"Why is this?" Wang Xianxing was born in the military, but he didn't know it himself.
"Because I have never been a deserter," Zhu Liu said proudly.
"Alas," Wang Xian sighed and threw away the whip, "I dare not hit a hero like you, otherwise the emperor will eat me."
"It doesn't matter, who knows if I don't tell you." Zhu Liu insisted.
"I can't do anything. Gratitude is a grudge. I sincerely admire you, a hero who has been through life and death." Wang Xian said, half truthfully and half falsely.
Had Zhu Liu been immersed in officialdom for more than ten years, or was Wang Xian so confused that he scratched his head and said, "Then let's try another way?"
"Get up and talk first." Wang Xian stretched out his hand to give him a hand, but did not pull him. "I am a person who has a clear sense of grudges and grudges. I have always repaid any grudges, but I must also repay any favors."
Zhu Liu, a guy who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, immediately heard the implication and said with a clear expression: "I will help you once and the grudges will be wiped out?"
"It depends on how great the kindness is," Wang Xian said, showing the expression he inherited from his mother: "Grudges can only be wiped out once and for all. Of course, if the kindness is greater than the resentment, then you will not only be my enemy in the future, but also my benefactor, and vice versa.
However."
"Uh..." If before, Zhu Liu had to bow his head to Wang Xian because of the emperor's order, now after Wang Xian rubbed and rubbed him, he took the initiative to become friends with this person.
It felt much better than being an enemy. Finally, he stood up obediently, put on his brocade robe, covered his medal, and said, "So, I have to prepare a big gift." He took out the pile of gold.
He said with some heartache: "How about I give you half of my net worth?"
"Although I love money, I cherish my own life even more." Wang Xian took it and saw that it was a total of five hundred thousand taels. Damn, it's such a big deal. But it can also be seen that the other party really told him sincerely.
It was settled. He handed the pile of gold tickets back to Zhu Liudao: "If Mr. Liu can really help me, it will be much more valuable than these five hundred thousand taels."
"Haha, forget it if you don't care about it." Zhu Liu suddenly gave up his average net worth. He was already heartbroken, but now that Wang Xian didn't want to compensate, he felt relieved and said with a smile: "But I have thought clearly, just to treat me like this."
Even if you take the old bones, they won't be worth much."
"So, Master Six is planning to help me with all his strength?" Wang Xian emphasized the word 'with all his strength'.
"Just do your best." Zhu Liuzhong nodded.
"That's great, let's talk while we eat." Wang Xian showed a look of relief, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to change from winter to spring. He took a piece of West Lake vinegar fish with chopsticks and said with a wry smile: "No
Master Liu told me that ever since I received the emperor’s order, I have been unable to eat, and I don’t want to go back home. It wasn’t until I heard Master Six’s promise that a big stone fell from my heart.”
"Haha, brother, don't be too happy too soon." Zhu Liu smiled and said, "Maybe I can't help you.
"How is it possible? Beizhen Fusi is in charge of arrests, interrogations, judgments, and prison sentences." Wang Xian laughed dumbly and said: "I can't help me, who can help me?"
"What you are talking about is the old man's calendar." Zhu Liu smiled bitterly and said: "Over the years, the power of Beizhen Fusi has been usurped little by little by Governor Ji, and now there is only a prison. To put it bluntly, I am a warden.
long."
"..." Wang Xian was stunned when a piece of fish bone got stuck in his throat.
Zhu Liu hurriedly got him a rough pancake, broke it open and let him eat it. Wang Xiancai took the breath, patted his chest and wiped his tears and said, "Master Liu, are you kidding me?"
"No." Zhu Liu is actually a serious man, and he has no intention of teasing him. "Now, Li Chun is in charge of arrests, Zhuang Jing is in charge of interrogations, and Governor Ji has the final say in the verdict. I just have to deal with them here."
The person who got it was locked up, and it was just a small job." He said apologetically: "I let my brother down."