surnamed Wang

A table of dishes Wang Gangquan didn't eat much by himself, but was confused by the old Confucian scholar who met by chance.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Wang Gingquan directly found a nearby inn, unexpectedly met that guy again here.

This time the old man did not eat and drink in a manner like before, but a little book boy beside him helped to pay the money. Wang Gangquan glanced at it, and the money bag was still bulging.

The other party obviously noticed him, and quickly waved to this side and said:

"Just now, thanks to my little brother's care, Tong'er was so playful that he even ran away with his money bag. Now that I have money, I will pay for the room."

Wang Gingquan smiled slightly, and did not refuse, but the boy seemed reluctant, looking like a miser, he picked out the smallest piece of silver and handed it to the innkeeper for a long time.

"Young master, this little money is enough to live in a stable."

The clerk held the silver and said, the old Confucian scholar smiled awkwardly when he saw this, and whispered a few words to the little book boy, and the latter reluctantly took out a slightly larger piece of silver.

……

The rooms of the two are connected, and at night, when Wang Gangquan was meditating, there was a knock on the door of the room, and he didn't need spiritual knowledge to detect who was coming.

The door was pushed open, and an old man came in poking his head, holding a jug of shochu in his hand, and behind him was a guy with a plate of food.

When the waiter bent down to put the food, Wang Gangquan saw the little boy who was blocked behind him.

The old Confucian scholar was very generous to himself, and he was very generous to the book boy. Not only did he buy him a long robe, but he also wore a piece of beautiful jade worth at least a hundred taels around his waist.

The little book boy was frowning and staring at Wang Gingquan at this time, obviously thinking that it would be a waste to invite such a person to dinner in the middle of the night, while the old Confucian scholar smiled and said:

"Tong'er, money is something outside of the body, if you cherish it so much at a young age, how can you make great things happen in the future?"

After finishing speaking, he smiled apologetically at Wang Gangquan and sat down at the table.

Wang Gangquan didn't have the heart to get angry with a hairy kid, so he sat directly opposite the old man. Now his impression of him has changed a lot.

The old Confucian scholar who had dinner with the young man in front of him probably understood the other party's temper. This time, he didn't inquire about private matters, but first poured a glass of wine for each of them, and then picked up a chicken leg and handed it to the boy beside him.

Based on the principle that if you don't eat it, it will be cheaper for outsiders, the little book boy took the chicken leg and gnawed it unceremoniously.

Although Wang Gangquan was not a talkative person, he was not a man of few words either, but since Qing Xing's death, he has become more and more taciturn. He treats acquaintances well, but for those strangers who meet for the first time, it is difficult to be like before. It's shameless to talk to others like that, so it is inevitable that some words will be lost during the banquet.

Late at night, the two of them drank a pot of wine, and the conversation started.

The old man drank the last sip of wine from the bottom of the glass until there was no drop left, and then told the little bookboy beside him:
"Tong'er, go get a pot of wine again."

"Sir, there is not much money left."

The little book boy subconsciously covered the purse, Wang Gangquan glanced at it, and it was indeed a little shrunken than when he first entered the store.

The old Confucian scholar shook the jug and said:

"We're almost at Yidu, it's useless for you to leave so much money. Li Shixian has a good saying, wine is a bosom friend, and a thousand cups are less, and the money will come back after all the money is gone."

"Sir, you read it wrong, and the first half of the sentence was not said by Li Shixian."

The little boy quickly reminded him in a low voice, for fear of offending his husband.

The old Confucian scholar scratched his head when he heard the words, and said doubtfully:

"I can't, it's so smooth."

After saying that, he immediately reacted, staring at him and saying:

"Don't change the subject, hurry up!"

After the book boy left, the old man looked at Wang Gangquan and said with a little embarrassment:

"Tong'er is ignorant, and Brother Zhao laughed."

Wang Gingquan smiled slightly, he was "laughing" just now, but it was not to that child, but to this old Confucian scholar, it seems that the other party is really half jealous.

"It is said that Donghan's first minister, like you and me, was born in the Central Plains. This time, when the old man enters Beijing, he will be able to get a second minister if he fails to do so."

The old man stroked his beard and uttered "rhetoric words".

Wang Gangquan laughed and said:

"Be confident, squeeze out his position directly, and be the first minister."

"Brother, I love to hear that. There is a saying that I am born to be useful, and my money is gone...Huh?"

While the old Confucian scholar was scratching his head, a boy came in from outside with a jug of wine. Wang Gingquan took the jug and said:
"Don't think so much, it's all in the wine."

"Yes, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today."

The old Confucian scholar didn't have much knowledge, but his ability to pick up the wisdom of others is a must.

……

The little boy was full, and like his husband, he didn't regard himself as an outsider, and fell asleep on Wang Jingquan's bed, while the other two continued to drink one cup after another, chewing the peanuts that Xiaoer brought, while chattering. He kept talking about the general situation of Donghan and the Central Plains.

"From my point of view, the Prime Minister of Donghan really has some abilities. He stirs up the situation with his own strength. Today's Donghan is very different from 20 years ago."

Wang Gangquan nodded, and said lightly:
"Although the positions are different, there is no doubt about General Wen's ability to govern the country. If he is given enough time, he may not be able to restore Donghan's prosperity for 300 years.

However, it is too common for the birds to go out and hide their bows. No matter how magnanimous the emperor of Donghan is, he will not let the power overshadow the sky with one hand. He operates.

Since ancient times, there are many emperors who have died in bed, and there are only a handful of heroes who have retired. "

"Little friend is right, even if the old man can only temporarily serve as the second assistant, as long as the new king takes the throne, the position of the first assistant is still in his pocket?"

The corner of Wang Gangquan's mouth twitched, and he raised his glass, "I wish you success."

The old man raised his glasses and clinked them together, "Borrowing my friend's good words."

……

Before dawn, Wang Gingquan continued to set off, one person and one horse, heading for Yidu alone.

Until now, the mysterious Donghan white-clothed counselor has not sent troops to intercept and kill him. It seems that he wants to have a decisive battle in the capital.

Wang Gangquan had been rushing for nearly a morning, and finally a person blocking the way appeared in front of him for the first time. It was a female monk dressed in white snow.

Wang Gingquan reined in the white horse and looked suspiciously. The female monk looked only in her early thirties. Although she looked beautiful, she had a dignified demeanor of Dharma appearance, which made people unable to bear dirty thoughts.

But Wang Gangquan is obviously not in the category of "person", he couldn't help but slander: "It's the type that my father likes."

The female monk seemed to have sensed the obscene thoughts of the other party, and she frowned slightly, slightly displeased. Wang Gangquan has always been thick-skinned and not embarrassed, she cupped her hands and said:
"This female Bodhisattva, may I ask why you blocked the way down?"

"You are Zhao Zhiyi?" the female monk said in a cold tone.

Wang Gangquan's expression was normal, and he said with a smile:
"It's down."

The female monk puts her right palm upright in front of her chest, and her left hand is in the shape of holding a vase, holding a pair of Avalokitesvara standing.

Seeing this, Wang Bingquan's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he didn't know Shimen's great supernatural power, it was absolutely impossible for the other party to recite scriptures and accumulate blessings for him at this juncture.

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