I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 110 The Crying Scholar
Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Zhou Huang put down the notebook in his hand and looked at the admiral of Dongchang kneeling on the ground with a gloomy expression.

"Wang Zhi, you are also a person who has read the book. Tell me with your conscience, how much money do you think the words you submitted are worth?"

When Wang Zhi heard this, his heart sank to the bottom instantly.

What does His Majesty mean, could not be more clear.

It's nothing more than saying that these words are all rubbish!

But the scholars in the imperial prison only have this ability, no matter how much time is given to them, they can only write some unsightly rubbish, so what can he do?

Wang Zhi lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "Slave, I think it's worthless."

The voice fell.

Zhou Huangteng stood up suddenly, smashed the notebook on the case at Wang Zhi, and said angrily: "You know it's worthless! I feel disgusted by such rubbish, and you still want me to print it on the Internet. In the newspaper?"

"If I really do this, what will the people of the world think of me! Where are you going to put me!"

"Slaves deserve to die! Slaves deserve to die!"

Wang Zhi didn't expect Zhou Huang's reaction to be so intense.

With a look of fear on his face, he kowtowed non-stop, his body trembling.

After a while.

His forehead gradually swelled up, oozing blood.

Even so, he still didn't stop. He kowtowed and shouted that the servant should die.

Seeing this, Zhou Huang calmed down a little, sat back on the dragon chair, and said coldly: "I will give you another chance to urge the scholar to write well, even if you can't come up with a script like "Nie Xiaoqian", it can't be so bad. .”

"Thank you, Your Majesty! This servant will do his best to urge the scholar!"

Wang Zhi knelt on the ground, feeling the joy of surviving after a catastrophe, and felt much more relaxed.

Seeing this, Emperor Zhou picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked leisurely:
"Is the mission ready to go to the country?"

Wang Zhi didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly replied: "The words to return to the Holy Majesty have been prepared. The envoy is Wei Xinglai, a well-known eloquent doctor in the Ministry of Rites. The guards are carefully selected elites from the Huben Army. There are also drunk people accompanying him. The oiran of Huage, the poet of Yanbei Mansion."

Not finished yet.

Emperor Zhou interrupted him.

"Let's not talk nonsense, I just want to ask you, can the embassy come to Qianguo to show our great Zhou's heavenly power?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Zhi said firmly, "Yes!"

"Can you dampen the spirit of the Emperor Qian and the Prime Minister of Qian?"

"can!"

Emperor Zhou got a satisfactory answer, looked at Wang Zhi whose forehead was covered with blood, and said calmly: "I hope you will remember today's answer, if there is any mistake in this mission, I want you head."

Although Wang Zhi is Zhou Huang's confidant.

But one after another, they hit a wall on the issue of stemming the country.

Emperor Zhou has lost patience with him.

This time, if he fails to achieve satisfactory results in his mission to the country, it is not an exaggeration to cut off his head!
Wang Zhi's heart trembled, he kowtowed and said, "Your servant understands!"

Emperor Zhou put down the teacup, and asked again: "How is the eldest princess recently, is there any unusual behavior?"

Wang Zhi shook his head and said, "No, as usual, concentrate on running Zuihua Pavilion."

Emperor Zhou nodded, waved his hand and said, "Understood, let's go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Wang Zhi stood up slowly, saluted, turned and left.

After leaving Qianqing Palace, he didn't stop for a moment, and immediately returned to the Dongchang Yamen, where he found Chang Chengren, who was in charge of a thousand households.

"You bastard, are you greedy for your majesty's reward!"

Seeing Wang Zhi's forehead oozing blood and his miserable appearance, Chang Chengren instantly understood what was going on.

He said with an innocent face: "The factory owner has repeatedly warned, how dare the subordinates."

Seeing his innocent appearance, Wang Zhi was so angry that he just kicked up and scolded him: "At this time, you are still playing tricks on our family! Our family tells you, if our family because of this If you lose your head, you don't even want to live!"

Speaking of this point.

Chang Chengren finally realized the seriousness of the problem, hesitantly said: "Mr. Factory, it's just a small storybook, so it shouldn't cause you to lose your head."

When Wang Zhi heard this, his chest became more angry, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "How much money have you been greedy for?"

Chang Chengren's lips moved, and he replied, "No, not much, only 700 taels."

"700 taels?!"

Wang Zhi almost didn't bring it up in one breath, and said through gritted teeth.

"The total silver reward is only 1000 taels. You've been greedy for [-]% of the ink in one breath, and you don't think it's much?!"

Chang Chengren said aggrievedly: "This subordinate did not expect that the consequences would be so serious."

When Wang Zhi heard this, his eyes widened and he stared at Chang Chengren, wishing he could chop him off with a knife.

"You want to die!"

Chang Chengren lowered his head and said nothing.

The expression is indifferent.

He is a hereditary thousand household, because his father died early, he entered Dongchang at the age of 17.

Now 41 years old.

Calculated, I have been in Dongchang for 24 years, longer than the days when Wang Zhi entered the Supervisor of Rites.

If you stay in one place for a long time, no matter how stupid you are, you can still grasp many unknown secrets.

Therefore.

Even though Wang Zhi wanted to cut him into pieces, he didn't dare to do anything to him.

He stared at Chang Chengren, and said angrily:
"Bring your greedy 700 taels of silver and go to prison with our family!"

"Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men. Our family still doesn't believe it. If the money is in place, what kind of words can't be written!"

Dongchang Prison.

The scholar surnamed Sun put down his pen and looked at the script he had just written. The more he read it, the more he felt it was good, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After enjoying it for a while.

He suddenly felt that it is better to be alone than to be happy alone.

Such a good script, how can I appreciate it by myself.

So, he handed it to Wu Yi who was at the side.

"Brother Wu, can you see how my script is written?"

Wu Yi reached out to take the storybook, browsed it from top to bottom, and commented: "The conception is not good, the conception is too bad, the writing is procrastinated, there is no bright spot, it can only be said to be mediocre."

When the scholar surnamed Sun heard this, he immediately fell into self-doubt.

Looking at the script he wrote, he was a little lost, and muttered to himself:
"Is it that bad?"

Seeing this, Wu Yi opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him.

Before he could speak, he heard footsteps outside the door.

Followed by.

I saw several servants walking in with food.

"dinner's ready!"

The guards put the food in a porcelain bowl and distributed it to the scholars who were working hard.

The scholars reached out to take the porcelain bowl, and their eyes lit up when they saw the contents inside.

"There is meat!"

"Since I started writing my storybook, I haven't smelled meat for more than a year. I didn't expect to be able to eat it today..."

When a scholar said this, tears could not stop falling, and it took him a while to control his emotions, and sighed:
"If possible, I really hope to stay in prison for the rest of my life."

The scholar next to him said while eating:

"Food, housing, and inexhaustible pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all dependent on Zhao Baihu. If there is a chance, I will definitely repay him well!"

"Wow, Zhao Baihu is really a good person."

The poor scholars who wrote the storybooks were eating, and they couldn't help crying when they thought of their impoverished situation before.

The gate of the prison.

Zhao Baihu stood where he was, listening to the voice from inside, and sighed leisurely.

Although long before he caught these scholars, he knew that if these scholars were obediently writing scripts, they would not need any rewards, just give them bad food.

However, at this moment, I heard the words of gratitude from the scholars.

There was still a little guilt in his heart.

I don't know how to face them.

"Hey……"

After hesitating for a while, he finally did not enter the imperial prison.

Was about to turn away.

Suddenly, he saw two familiar figures approaching quickly not far away.

"How did they come?"

Zhao Baihu was slightly taken aback, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and went to meet him.

"The humble Zhao Fu met the factory owner! I met Qianhu!"

Wang Zhi glanced at him, and said calmly: "Our family has something to tell the scholars, and you will lead the way."

When Zhao Baihu heard this, his heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, and replied, "Yes!"

Zhao Baihu walked in front.

Wang Zhi and Chang Chengren followed behind.

As soon as the three of them entered the prison, they saw hundreds of tables in front of them.

Behind the table, hundreds of poor and poor scholars in ragged clothes were weeping while eating.

Several scholars remembered some tragic experience, looked at the food in their hands, and cried.

The cry was miserable and very contagious, and people couldn't help but be moved when they heard it, and a pang of sympathy rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing this, Wang Zhi's mouth twitched.

Looking at Chang Chengren at the side, he said angrily:

"No wonder the words written by these scholars are like shit!"

"Everyone is crying like this, how can I write a book!"

"You tell our family, what do you think, why do you abuse them?"

Chang Chengren looked bewildered, and argued: "What did my subordinates do to them!"

Wang Zhi said angrily: "Then why are they crying like this? Don't tell our family, they are crying because of emotion!"

Chang Chengren raised his eyes to look at the crying scholar, feeling very wronged.

Although he was greedy for 700 taels of silver, he still left 300 taels for the scholar.

And it also includes food and accommodation, and provides pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Logically speaking, she shouldn't be crying so miserably.

"It must be the bastard Zhao Fu, who is used to being domineering and bullying these scholars all day long!"

Chang Chengren thought of this, glared at Zhao Baihu, and angrily said: "You crazy bastard, what did you do to these scholars!"

"?"

Zhao Baihu was taken aback, his eyes showed a look of bewilderment.

"You bastard, dare to do it but dare not admit it! This officer will beat you to death today!"

As Chang Chengren said, he picked up the wooden barrel with rice on the ground and was about to smash it at Zhao Baihu.

Just now.

The scholars who were crying together all stood up with a clatter.

"stop!"

"You are not allowed to bully Zhao Baihu!"

"Zhao Baihu is our benefactor, if you want to hit him, hit me first!"

The scholars were furious and pointed at Chang Chengren.

"you."

Zhao Baihu looked at the scholar in front of him defending him, his eyes turned red, and there seemed to be something in his throat, and he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

(End of this chapter)