Sheng Fu

In the afternoon, the sky was covered with snow, and a carriage from the south slowly entered the imperial capital.

There are three people in the car, Yu Wenjun, Duanmu Zhi, and Xie Yiming.

Duanmu sat straight in the center, Yu Wenjun and Xie Yiming sat on both sides, and Xie Yiming was the one serving tea and water.

"Your Excellency, you haven't been to the imperial capital for a long time. How do you feel when you come back now?" Yu Wenjun asked curiously looking at Duanmuzhi's good manners.

In the beginning, Duanmu was sitting on pins and needles when he sat in this carriage. The Southern King Xie Yiming had a lot of weight, and the young leader Ba Gu didn't have a light weight. How could he sit between the two.

Moreover, there were two people serving tea and pouring water from time to time, which flattered Duanmuzhi even more.

When he was young, Duanmuzhi once thought about traveling from south to north in a carriage, tasting local delicacies, seeing different scenery, and the kind of girl he yearned for when he was young.

It is a pity that when he was young, Duanmuzhi was always an official in the local area, he was busy with government affairs, and had no time to take care of him. Some things seemed simple, and he had enough capital to implement them, but he always failed due to various reasons. To get his wish, Duanmuzhi is like this.

Now that he is getting older, for the young girl, he no longer has the passion in his heart. He walked slowly from south to north, and the scenery he saw was the scenery he yearned for when he was young. There were two big people by his side. The only regret is that I am no longer young.

But if life could be restarted, Duanmu Zhi would probably still be like this.

Because he is straight Duanmu, he never chooses a tortuous route.

Hearing Yu Wenjun's words, Duanmuzhi smiled lightly and said: "Revisiting the old place, people are not like young people, that's my emotion."

"My lord, please don't joke. Although I was once a deputy prime minister, I don't have a lot of ink in my stomach, and I don't know as much knowledge and principles as my lord and His Highness Nanwang."

Yu Wenjun laughed and said: "Humble, actually I don't have much ink in my stomach. In the past in Bailu Academy, my literary talent can only be considered outstanding in a poor place like Qingmeilin, which is out of that category. , I'm just ordinary."

"Your Excellency has been in the political arena for many years, and his literary talent and knowledge are naturally superior to mine."

Xie Yiming also laughed and said: "Yu Wenjun's words are true. Although he is the leader of Bagu, he only excels in both civil and military affairs. Just like Duan Nian in his hand, his sword skills are ordinary, but Duan Nian is really very good. sharp."

"Thinking carefully, Yu Wenjun is not a person worthy of scrutiny."

Duanmuzhi smiled and said: "It's serious, actual combat is different from the old days on paper."

Returning to the old place, Duanmuzhi did not get out of the carriage in a hurry. When he was the deputy prime minister, there were also some followers around Duanmuzhi. Those followers dare not say that they have a good character, but the facts are solid and they have no villainous heart. The matter of promotion is muddling along.

The relationship with Duanmuzhi is nothing more than a colleague relationship, and there is little contact in private.

Later, Duanmuzhi was no longer the deputy prime minister, and his former colleagues completely forgot Duanmuzhi. Those colleagues are now in Bai Xiaowei's court, and Duanmuzhi doesn't know whether they have been promoted or not.

In fact, in the bottom of his heart, Duanmu Zhi still wanted to sit and drink a few glasses of wine with his former colleagues, but his current status was really embarrassing.

It's not a pity, it's just that Duanmuzhi will inevitably feel a little bit of bitterness in his heart when he thinks about it.

After some time, the carriage arrived at the post station.

Xie Yiming and Duanmuzhi got out of the carriage together. Yu Wenjun was still in the carriage. Qin Yun had already collected enough evidence to give to Duanmuzhi. On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Duanmuzhi would also present these evidences to His Majesty the Emperor.

In the past few days, His Royal Highness Nanwang became Duanmuzhi's guard. Perhaps the north would not send assassins, but Duanmuzhi had never experienced real storms after all. With an expert by his side, he could feel more at ease.

The carriage went all the way and came to Yu Wenjun's mansion.

This mansion is magnificent and splendid. It is a real palace, and it is also a mansion personally implemented by His Highness King Ping.

The housekeeper in the mansion is Qu Li, who used to take care of Yu Wenjun, Jing Peiyao, and Liu Qinghua's food and daily life in Bailu Pavilion, and the master behind it is King Ping.

Also because of Yu Wenjun, Qu Li has always been guarding the gate in this mansion. Although Yu Wenjun almost never came to live here, such a big mansion still needs someone to take good care of it.

It is also because of this mansion that it supports a group of servant girls.

And the money to feed the servants and maids comes from the treasury.

When Yu Wenjun arrived, there was a slight breath, and Qu Li, who was wearing a padded jacket, quickly walked out from the depths of the mansion, opened the door, bowed deeply to Yu Wenjun and said: "Welcome your son back."

I haven't seen him for a long time, but the housekeeper in front of me looks fatter, with a soft complexion, doing nothing all day long, living a comfortable life in the mansion, and being served by maids, being alone, he will gradually become nourished.

"You've gained weight, but your temples have turned gray." Yu Wenjun said looking at Qu Li.

Qu Li still couldn't straighten up, and said in a slightly dull voice, "I have a son who died on the battlefield."

Yu Wenjun was slightly taken aback, he didn't know that Qu Li had another son, and he had been friends with His Highness Ping Wang for decades, how could he let his son go to the battlefield?
Qu Li moved out of the way, and Yu Wenjun, with one hand behind his back, walked slowly into the depths of the mansion. There are rockery, attics and water pavilions, everything is available. To have such a mansion in the imperial capital, I don't know how many years it will take to struggle.

It's a pity that Yu Wenjun has never had any feelings for this place.

But I remembered one thing. If the opportunity is right in the future, I can take my father-in-law and mother-in-law to wander around the imperial capital and live in this mansion. Counting, my father-in-law and mother-in-law have never been to the imperial capital.

"My condolences." Yu Wenjun said softly.

Only then did Qu Li realize that he had said something wrong, and he said ashamedly: "It was unintentional to tell the young master about a private matter at home, and I hope the young master will think that I don't know the rules and lose the etiquette."

Yu Wenjun slightly raised his hand and said: "When the national war is at the forefront, I don't know how many parents have lost their children. There is no shortage of you. I, the soldiers of Hengchang, also died in battle."

Unknowingly, Yu Wenjun stepped into the main hall, and two beautiful maids hurriedly made tea and poured water. Yu Wenjun lay on the spacious chair, waved slightly, and called the two maids to massage and pinch his legs.

"I know what you say, and you won't tell me much truth. You might as well call some girls who can still dance to cheer me up. This time, I will stay here for a few more days."

"It's a bit lonely to be alone here."

Qu Li was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, "I don't know how many dancers you want?"

Yu Wenjun smiled brightly and said: "You can decide according to your own circumstances. I wonder if His Highness King Ping is willing to send me a beautiful dancer."

Qu Li bowed deeply again and said: "Dancing girls can come at night. It is said that His Highness Prince Ping also has grapes specially offered by the Spirit Race. I wonder if you want it?"

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "No need, just send it over, and find some good cooks by the way."

Qu Li retreated slowly, and Yu Wenjun closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the maid's service.

Although he is married, after all, he is not his wife who takes care of him like this, Yu Wenjun always feels that it is less fun.

"The technique can be a little heavier. I am really tired from the bumpy ride all the way." Yu Wenjun said.

The two slightly frightened maids carefully tightened their hands.

Raising her hand slightly, another maid handed Yu Wenjun a cup of Longquan clear water, took a sip, and Yu Wenjun returned the teacup to the maid, saying: "I'll take a close look for a stick of incense, please don't disturb me."