surnamed Wang

Chapter 373 Casting a Net
After nightfall, Tarigan Dusi lost some of the hustle and bustle of the capital city, but it was also a little more peaceful. It was February, and the weather was still chilly. People were sitting in the main hall, surrounded by hot pots, and it was very lively.

Although Wang Gingquan was a fairy, he still needed five grains to sacrifice to the Wu Zang Temple. After a meal, he ate the most, and more than half of the freshly slaughtered sheep went into his stomach.

After dinner, Wang Gingquan was leaning against the railing with a toothpick in his mouth, watching a few soldiers carry his father-in-law away, with a half-smile expression on his face.

Although Yan Jun talked about convincing the old, he still had a stubbornness in his heart, and inexplicably got into a wine fight with his uncle in the middle of the meal, and was undoubtedly put down in the end.

Seeing Wang Gingquan's expression, Yan Rongrong glared at him and said:
"My dad is so old, why do you have the nerve to feed him?"

Wang Gangquan spread his hands and said helplessly:
"You have seen the situation just now. I really don't blame me. The old general even invited out the glass cup bestowed by the emperor. Is there a way for me to refuse? Besides, we finally came here. The old man only drank it because he was happy. High, which is a good thing."

Yan Rongrong knew that he couldn't talk to him, so he didn't talk nonsense, and after saying "You will sleep in the same room with my father tonight", he was ready to leave.

Wang Gangquan leaned on the railing, shrugged his shoulders with a face of indifference, he might be afraid of the other party in other places, but this is General Yan's mansion, if Yan Rongrong dares to be violent, he will go directly to the old man to complain.

Yan Rongrong had no choice but to take this guy who was worse than mud, so he snorted coldly and walked towards his room.

……

General Yan's mansion is not big, and there are not many rooms. After all the calculations, Wang Gangquan really can only share a room with the old man.

The old man who drank three jars of wine had already fallen into a deep sleep. As soon as Wang Gingquan entered the room, he smelled a pungent foot odor. The old man was snoring so loudly that even the cobwebs on the beams trembled.

Seeing that he would not be able to sleep for a while, Wang Gingquan, who was exhausted by the stench, simply turned over and jumped onto the roof, meditating under the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, Wang Gingquan quickly began to breathe, and his whole body was enveloped by a faint purple-gold feeling. If it wasn't for the middle of the night at this time, this strange scene would definitely startle other people in the mansion.

This purple-gold aura was exactly the dragon aura that Wang Gangquan swallowed that day, apart from his and Emperor Shun's, some of it came from the imperial tomb of the royal family.

In order to deal with Wen Fuding, Wang Bingquan had made sufficient preparations. Not only did he find Ye Jian and the female Dharma Queen of the Western Regions as helpers, but he also took time to visit the imperial mausoleum.

According to Longhu Zhang Danxuan, if you want to regain the dragon energy, you must at least have luck as a guide. Wang Bingquan thought about it, if there is any dragon energy in the world, then only his own ancestral grave is left.

So he tried to go to the Imperial Mausoleum, but unexpectedly, he found the dragon aura left by the previous generations of emperors. With the dragon aura, the next thing will naturally come to fruition.

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Although Wang Gingquan regained the Dragon Qi in time, Wen Fuding used the golden dragon to resist several catastrophes, and the dragon Qi was inevitably damaged. If it was returned like this, it would not only be detrimental to Emperor Shun, but also affect the fate of the country, so Wang Gangquan He put it on himself for the time being, and wanted to slowly repair it through his own aura.

Over the past few months, the difficulty of this has far exceeded his imagination. He has to vomit for an hour almost every day, but has had little effect.

Under the moonlight, a whirlwind formed around Wang Gingquan's body. As he exhaled and inhaled, traces of white air entered his body.

A quarter of an hour later, the purple and gold meaning on his body suddenly became stronger, and even his face turned golden and purple. From time to time, the roar of the golden dragon came from Wang Bingquan's ears. At last, he couldn't bear it anymore, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" .

As the blood spewed out, the purple gold aura around Wang Gingquan disappeared without a trace. His face was pale, but his eyes were very calm. Obviously, this was not the first time this had happened.

Wang Gangquan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself:
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

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Not long after Wang Gangquan and his party left Beijing, Emperor Shun’s efforts to rectify the administration reached its peak. Hundreds of attendants and advisors were sent to various parts of the dynasty like casting nets, and they caught one big fat fish after another, but although they caught a lot , but those bastards hid so deeply that they didn't even show a breathable nostril.

Small officials in remote prefectures and counties fell one after another, making all the officials involved in the capital feel in danger. On the first day of the first day of the first day of February, the hall that should have greeted each other politely was eerily quiet.

Those officials of the first and second ranks are still there, their faces are calm, and nothing seems to happen. The officials of the third and fourth ranks standing in the back row are not so good at nourishing their energy. Or just look at the other colleagues to see if anyone is willing to be the first bird.

Emperor Shun was like a normal person, and he read a series of decrees as usual, most of which were routine matters, such as ensuring the people's farming after the beginning of spring, and reporting the population in various places, etc. He didn't mention anything about dismissal and promotion.

Even if these old fellows can bear their temper, he will naturally be able to bear it even more. The most important thing in the dynasty is people. Even he, the emperor, may be replaced, let alone the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty.

……

"If you have something to play, you will retreat if there is nothing."

After the imperial decree was read out, the eunuch's sharp voice sounded, all the officials looked at me and I looked at you, the hall was silent, obviously they were deliberating carefully.

Emperor Shun yawned, took the ginseng tea offered by the eunuch, and closed his eyes to savor it carefully. At this moment, a trembling voice came from behind the hall:

"Your Majesty, I have something to do."

Emperor Shun continued to drink the tea in his hand without even lifting his eyelids. Everyone looked around after hearing the reputation, but they saw that the person who was speaking was Cui Mei, a fourth-rank young master Zhan Shi.

Seeing that Emperor Shun didn't respond, Cui Mei walked out of the queue and knelt down with a plop, his head almost touching the ground, and said in a muffled voice:
"Your Majesty, I have committed a crime. I have filled my own pocket by accepting bribes and disregarded the laws of the dynasty. I deserve death."

At the end of this Cui Shaozhan's story, his words trembled. Although the evil he did was not serious, it was enough to punish Wusha.

Originally, he didn't intend to take the initiative to plead guilty, but he couldn't help himself. He just took a look at the palace gate from a distance before being spotted by the sharp-eyed Eighth Prince.

Don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. This young Zhan who was already guilty was frightened by Wang Bingquan, and the three souls ran away. After returning home, eating bird's nest and shark's fin didn't taste good.

This morning, no one stood up. Cui Mei thought that no matter what, it would be unlucky for her, a fourth-rank official, to stretch out her head and shrink her head was a single blow. Rather than being approached by someone, it would be better to just have a good time...

Emperor Shun finally raised his head when he heard the words, looked at Cui Mei who was kneeling expressionlessly, put down the teacup in his hand and said lightly:

"Go back to Wenqing Pavilion, write down the crimes in detail, and leave the court!"

After finishing speaking, he patted the dragon chair, ignored the astonished gazes of civil and military officials, got up and left directly.

Among the officials, there were some who wanted to intercede with Tusihuhu, and those who had suspicions and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get into trouble. Before they could say anything, they saw that Emperor Shun had already walked away...

(End of this chapter)