surnamed Wang

Chapter 251
A thousand soldiers suddenly came from outside Nanyang City. These people not only had awe-inspiring aura, but also carried a bloody smell on their bodies. It was obvious that they had just come down from the battlefield.

He Wenhui of Nanyang Futai was drinking tea with Pan Junwang at his home. When his subordinates arrived with the news, He Futai was also in a daze, and he had not received the notification from the Ministry of War.

Confused, He Wen hurriedly apologized to King Pan who was at the side, saying that he would come as soon as he went.

King Pan Jun was gentle and kind, he just nodded with a smile and let him go to work.

He Wen hurried to the gate of the city and found a thousand soldiers guarding a carriage quietly waiting there. He wiped the sweat from his brow, walked forward and greeted a man dressed as a general:

"May I ask why the general is here?"

It stands to reason that he, a mansion of the fourth rank, does not need to be so submissive to a thousand households of the fifth rank.

It's just that his position as an official is too upright and honest, and he can't offer decent gifts to honor his superiors, let alone pay a large sum of money to beg for a kindness with a certain important minister in the court. In front of him, it was unavoidable that some people were a little soft-spoken, and he was not sure of the other party's background, so he naturally had to be more polite when speaking.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage on the side was lifted, and a man and a woman came down from it.

The man is dressed in white, elegant and refined, while the woman is dressed in red, beautiful and heroic.

When the two stand together, anyone who sees them will unconsciously praise their beauty.

It's just that the man's elegance didn't take more than three breaths, and he immediately began to reveal his true colors.

I saw him rubbing his butt in an extremely unrefined way, muttering while rubbing his mouth: "I knew how to ride a horse a long time ago, this mother is too sloppy."

Hearing this, the woman frowned and kicked him, and gave him a wink, meaning to let him pay attention to the next situation. Only then did the man realize that there was an embarrassing person in official uniform standing in front of him.

"You are He Wen?"

The man spoke directly without any hesitation.

He Futai didn't expect the other party to say such a sentence suddenly, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer, because he couldn't figure out the identity of the other party, so he could only smile and nod in the end.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Wang, and I am the eighth prince of the dynasty, King Ankang."

Speaking of this, Wang Bingquan puffed out his chest on purpose. With his identity, he had no chance to be useful along the way, and he would finally be free, so he had to make a good show.

Sure enough, after He Wen heard the identity of the other prince, he immediately fought with each other, "See the prince for a humble job", and said, he was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan took a step forward, grabbed the opponent without a trace, then hugged the opponent's shoulder in a casual manner and said:

"Master He, you don't have to be so polite. You are my own people. If you kowtow to me, won't it shorten my life?"

"My own?"

He Wen was at a loss, this was the first time he had seen this "famous" prince in the capital, the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, but he had heard a lot about this prince's absurd style in the past, seeing him today, he really lived up to his reputation.

Wang Gangquan didn't care about the other party's doubts, and continued:
"These brothers have worked hard to escort me all the way here. Mr. He, you are good at wine and meat, and you can greet them for me. Don't worry, this king knows that Nanyang Mansion is poor, and I will be blamed for this."

As he spoke, he took out a 1000 tael bank note from his pocket and handed it to He Wen.

Even if the other party gave money, He Wen didn't have the guts to take it. This is the prince of the dynasty. No one is bigger than him except the emperor. Outsiders are guests. An official who is as big as a sesame seed and mung bean has to eat and drink Let alone this prince.

He Wen shook his head like a rattle, and said in a trembling voice:

"My lord is disgruntled. It's a great blessing for you to come here. It's only natural for me to be a landlord. How can I ask for money from my lord?"

Wang Gangquan didn't care what he said, and directly stuffed the silver into the opponent's arms, and said in a low voice:
"I know Mr. He is a clean and honest official, and he is not willing to change his official robes if they are torn. If you really let you pay for this money, it is estimated that you will not be able to buy new clothes in ten or eight years."

Hearing that the other party mentioned this matter, He Wen, an old man, suddenly blushed with embarrassment.

This matter had to be talked about three years ago, when he had just been promoted, and within a few days of being transferred from other places to Nanyang Mansion, he caught up with the new emperor's enthronement and came to Zhongzhou for inspection.

When a new official takes office, he will naturally buy a new robe, but He Wen, who is only willing to drink rice soup, can't get the money to buy a new robe.

Seeing that the Holy Spirit was coming, He Wen, who had been frowning for several days, finally thought of a way. He went to the city to find a calligraphy and painting scholar, spent a few copper coins, and asked the other party to draw a paper patch, and then used the paste The paste stuck to the old official uniform.

I thought I could get away with it, but the weather was not good. On the day of the emperor's tour, there was a strong wind, and even the guard of honor was almost blown away by the wind. The patch made of paper on He Wen's chest couldn't stick at all, and was blown away by the wind.

The rest of the Zhongzhou officials looked at Yunyan's white pheasant's official uniform, and immediately started whispering, and the emperor also frowned when he saw this.

He Wen just felt that he couldn't hold his old face any longer, and wished he could find a crack in the ground to sneak in. Fortunately, one of the officials present knew him well and knew his nature, so he opened his mouth to explain to the emperor, and the matter was finally let go.

At that time, the emperor was still thinking of giving him a new official uniform, but he didn't want to forget about it after he was busy. Later, Mrs. He sold the dowry to buy the official uniform.

He Wen didn't intend to make a big fuss based on this incident, but some officials seemed to dislike his behavior, and began to spread rumors in private, saying that he was trying to gain fame and deliberately put on a show in front of the holy car to win His Majesty's favor.

Although He Wen has a clear conscience, facing the sarcasm of his colleagues, if he says he doesn't care about such slanderous remarks at all, it is purely self-deception.This incorruptible official who relied on his own ability to get to the position of the government step by step finally couldn't hold on and fell seriously ill.

Everyone is drunk and I am alone sober. This is the duty of an official. But if others are drunk and you are not drunk, you will definitely offend others. He Wen has read the books of sages for so many years, but he still does not understand the truth that literati look down on each other .

In the next year, He Wen wrote to resign many times, but the emperor rejected them all. It was not until the arrival of King Pan Jun that he finally had a chance.

Looking at this Prince Pan who made his fortune in business, He Wen gradually figured out a truth.

An open-minded person is concerned about the country and the people; a narrow-minded person, even if he has read all the poems and books, is an extremely personable minister, but his mind is still full of running around, thinking about how to kill without blood.

……

Regarding Wang Gangquan's ridicule about the rotten official robes, He Wen smiled awkwardly, and said:
"Nanyang Mansion has long been different from the past, and a meal is still affordable."

Wang Gingquan said with great interest: "Oh? Could it be that Mr. He has some way to make money?"

He asked this casually, but He Wen broke out in a cold sweat, he quickly shook his head and denied:

"To be honest, under the leadership of Prince Pan these years, the people in this mansion are prosperous and healthy, and they are no longer as poor as they were a few years ago."

"Master He, don't be so anxious. If others don't believe you, how can this king not believe you? Besides, even if this king doesn't believe you, His Majesty still believes in any adult."

He Wen was stunned when he heard the words, he has been an official for so many years, he still has some eyesight, but the Eighth Prince in front of him, he is a little bit puzzled by the truth.

Not to mention being familiar with people, but talking with a hammer and a stick, a second ago I was complimenting you, and then I turned my head and startled you with a stick. Could it be that people in power are so erratic? ?

At this moment, a word suddenly popped up in He Wen's mind - the unfathomable grace.

The moment this thought came to him, he couldn't help being covered in cold sweat, and quickly suppressed the thought, thinking that this would be fatal.

……

How could Wang Gangquan think of so many twists and turns in the opponent's head?He just asked what came to his mind. He still had a good impression of the adult in front of him. After asking so many questions, he just wanted to know how Pan Ziqian was doing here.

With such a little thing, why did the other party's face turn white and green for a while?
"Master He, don't get me wrong. What this king means is that we are very clear about your character. Especially Your Majesty, who trusts you very much.

Think about it, with your clean and honest style, even if you don't offend anyone, it will still make many officials who are full of food have a grudge, so it is inevitable to say a few bad things about you in the court.

Our Majesty is not a fool. He knows who is loyal and who is traitor. The reason why he keeps you sitting in this position is because he trusts you. "

Wang Gangquan finally said something humane, which made He Wen's expression ease a lot.

Now that these thoughts are true, if His Majesty really doesn't believe in him, he would have already approved him to retire and return home.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. He is very familiar with that Prince Pan?"

While He Wen was thinking, Wang Gangquan asked casually again.

"Prince Panjun is willing to condescend to make friends with this official, it is really an honor for this official."

"But I heard in the capital that this prince's reputation is not very good, and he often molested the maid at home when he was drunk."

Wang Gingquan looked at He Wen with a half-smile, only to see that the other party was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then shook his head and said:

"King Pan Jun is an upright man, and it is absolutely impossible for him to do such an inferior thing."

"You're not him, how do you know? I think he's out of all his gold and jade, but he's out of his life."

"..." He Wen was silent for a long time, and finally asked cautiously: "Could it be that the prince has a grudge against King Pan?"

This time it was Wang Gingquan's turn to be stunned, but then he understood, thinking about it, he had been picking on Pan Ziqian just now, no wonder He Futai thought so.

I only heard He Wen continue to say:

"My lord, please let me be fair. If King Pan really offended the lord, I will make amends for him first. King Pan is a little younger and may be lacking in his conduct.

But if the prince can give up his prejudice and have a good conversation with King Pan, he will find that he is indeed a friend worthy of friendship. "

"Oh? Since Mr. He has said so, then this king must make good friends with this Prince Pan."

Wang Gangquan walked towards the city first with a smile on his face. Seeing this, He Wen hurriedly quickened his pace to keep up. Yan Rongrong, who was only one step behind them, smiled wryly and shook his head.

……

The three of Wang Gangquan walked along the street. Although the street was not as prosperous as the capital city, it could have the appearance that a prefecture should have. Combined with his own understanding of Nanyang Mansion before, it seems that Pan Ziqian has indeed done a lot of work in just three years.

Thinking of this, Wang Gingquan suddenly came up with an inappropriate idea: Should the emperor transfer Pan Ziqian to another poor place, so that he can continue to shine?
Walking on Nanyangfu Street, there are many restaurants and people are well dressed.

Many people on the road will take the initiative to say hello when they see He Wen, unlike other places, the common people see the officials like a mouse seeing a cat, and even a few aunts expressed that they would help the young master of the He Futai family. Introducing the daughter-in-law made He Zhifu at a loss.

Wang Gangquan looked at He Wen who was surrounded by the crowd, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, he loved the people like a son, so he would naturally be supported by the people.

With great difficulty, He Wen got rid of the enthusiastic people and hurried to Wang Gangquan to make amends, but the latter waved his hand to express his indifference.

Xu Shi saw the people living and working in peace and contentment, and He Wen felt relieved unconsciously, and took the initiative to open the chatterbox:
"My lord, don't look at the people surrounding me, if King Pan goes out, the scene will be much more spectacular than mine.

King Pan Jun was handsome, no matter if it was a married woman or a young girl who hadn't left the cabinet, he would come forward to have a chat.

Girls naturally have thoughts of admiration, while married women are thinking about marrying their daughters or nieces and nephews to the palace.

When it comes to loving the people like a son, He Mou can only sigh himself in front of King Pan Jun. "

Wang Gangquan smiled and said nothing. From the time he entered the city to the present, the prefect of He had said all the good things about Pan Ziqian. It seems that Pan Shizi's old friend is really a gentleman.

"This is the mansion of the lower official. I don't know if King Pan is still here."

When the three of them came to a house, He Wen made a gesture of invitation to Wang Quanquan.

With a smile on his face, Wang Gangquan said:

"Guests are up to the host, Mr. He please first."

He Wen couldn't refuse, so he crossed the threshold of the mansion half a step ahead of Wang Gangquan.

Everyone in the world likes big houses, and the threshold of many officials' homes in Beijing is so high that they can fall to their death, but this prefect He is just the opposite.

From the outside, his mansion looks no different from ordinary houses, and it doesn't look as grand as ordinary big families.The stone lions on both sides of the threshold are also pitifully small. Those who don’t know may think that someone left the stone pier outside. The height of the threshold is so high that even a child can easily step over it. If there is not a plaque of "He Fu" hanging , who would have known that this was the dignified mansion.

"Girl, there are guests, hurry up and make tea."

As soon as He Wen entered the door, he yelled towards the back room.

After shouting, he did not forget to smile at Wang Quanquan, and apologized slightly:
"The place is a bit small, I have wronged the prince."

Wang Gangquan shook the paper fan lightly, and looked at the small courtyard. Judging by its size, there should be no need to hire anyone.

"Master, you are back."

A plainly dressed woman came out of the back room.

"This is my wife, this is..."

Just as He Wen was about to introduce him, Wang Gangquan directly took over the conversation:

"I've met Mrs. He. Her surname is Wang. Her family has been in business for generations."

He Wen knew that the other party was afraid of disturbing his mother-in-law by revealing his true identity, so he smiled kindly and continued following his words:

"Hurry up and help the prince make tea."

"Hey, Mr. Wang, please sit down and wait for a while."

After Madam He finished speaking, she walked out of the house.

"My lord, please come inside."

"Master He please."

……

In the courtyard of the He Family, a young man was holding a book and sitting on a stone bench drinking tea. Seeing something wonderful, the young man couldn’t help putting away his paper fan and applauding:

"Haha, what a sword master kills the holy man, white clothes kill white clothes!"

"What kind of article can make Brother Pan so applauded?"

Suddenly, a joking voice came from behind the screen wall, and the young man stayed on the spot when he heard the words, and the precious folding fan inscribed by a famous artist fell to the ground with a "snap".

(End of this chapter)