Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 366: The Mysterious Stranger Who Appeared Like a Ghost
The days are like a quietly flowing stream, seemingly calm but actually hiding waves.

The atmosphere in Prince Jin's mansion was still as tense as a taut string.

The gloomy sky was like a heavy inky curtain, hanging heavily over the palace.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard seemed to be oppressed by the solemn atmosphere; the flowers drooped as if they were sighing.

The green leaves were wilting, as if telling of the unrest in the palace.

Li Fengci arrived at his post early as usual.

His steps were firm and steady, as if every step was based on his responsibility.

Now, there is a gleam of concentration and determination in Li Fengci's eyes, as if he wants to make up for his past mistakes one by one.

He tidied his desk and took care of business.

The beads of sweat on his forehead were like crystal pearls, rolling down one by one, which was the testimony of Li Fengci's hard work.

The clever attendant Wang Chengyi always kept an eye on Li Fengci.

Whenever Li Fengci worked at his desk, Wang Chengyi would quietly observe from a distance.

He saw Li Fengci frowning and thinking from time to time, like a wise man trapped in a puzzle.

Sometimes he wrote quickly, as if he wanted to write down all the strategies in his mind.

That seriousness and persistence made Wang Chengyi feel more recognized of him.

One evening, Zhu Gang was reviewing official documents in his study, looking a little tired.

There was a faint scent of ink in the air in the study. A few rays of dim light shone through the window paper onto the desk, adding a touch of tranquility to the entire room.

Wang Chengyi seized the opportunity, quietly walked into the study, and bowed respectfully.

"Your Highness, I have something to report to you about Master Li Fengci."

Zhu Gang raised his head slightly, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Tell me what's going on."

Wang Chengyi lowered his head slightly with a respectful look.

He folded his hands in front of him and said slowly, "Master Li Fengci comes very early every day to sort out the unfinished work from the previous day, and all kinds of documents are placed neatly and orderly."

At this time, the wind outside the window blew gently, and the leaves rustled, as if praising the diligence of Mr. Li Fengci.

Zhu Gang nodded and said, "Well, then what?"

Wang Chengyi looked up and observed Zhu Gang's expression, then continued, "The palace's accounts were in disarray a few days ago, and Lord Li Fengci volunteered to sort them out.

After hearing this, he frowned slightly.

A determined light instantly ignited in Master Li Fengci's eyes, and he walked to the outside of your study without hesitation, respectfully requesting to take on this task. "

Zhu Gang asked: "Oh? Why is he like this?"

Wang Chengyi's eyes showed a trace of admiration, and he straightened his body slightly and said: "Lord Li Fengci knows that this matter is a heavy responsibility, but he does not back down.

He dove headfirst into the pile of account books, flipping through them page by page and checking each entry.

Lord Li Fengci narrowed his eyes slightly from time to time and carefully checked the numbers on the account.

Sometimes he would pick up a pen and quickly write something down on paper.

His eyes were focused and determined, not letting go of any slight mistakes. "

Zhu Gang continued to ask: "What if you encounter unclear accounts?"

Wang Chengyi frowned slightly and said seriously: "When encountering unclear accounts, Master Li Fengci went around to inquire.

He walked hurriedly, shuttling through every corner of the palace.

Once, Lord Li Fengci consulted several people to clarify a small expenditure.

Finally, we found out that it was used to repair the dilapidated house in the palace, and the account was clear. "

Zhu Gang nodded slightly and continued to ask, "Anything else?"

Wang Chengyi smiled slightly, took a small step forward and said, "Lord Li Fengci is very frugal in his work.

When purchasing daily necessities for the palace, he would personally go to the market to compare prices.

Negotiating prices with suppliers who offered reasonable prices and high-quality products saved the palace a lot of money.

When the palace held an event, Lord Li Fengci arranged the expenses very appropriately. He made the decorations himself, sometimes bending over to select materials, and sometimes concentrating on fiddling with the tools in his hands.

The meals were also arranged reasonably and appropriately, with no waste.

The event was a complete success and we saved a lot of money.

I still remember that day when the market was bustling with people.

The sun shines on the stalls, and Lord Li Fengci talks earnestly with the vendors. "

Zhu Gang listened to Wang Chengyi's report, nodded slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

“It seems that Li Fengci is indeed repentant and is quite attentive to these matters.

He can take the initiative to sort out the accounts and ensure that the income and expenditure of the palace are clear.

He also knew how to save money and make profits for the palace, which is worthy of recognition.

If Li Fengci can persevere, I will give him another chance and let him make more contributions to the palace."

Just as everyone in Prince Jin's Mansion was feeling pleased and expectant about Li Fengci's transformation, a mysterious stranger appeared like a ghost.

It was a dim evening. The blood-red setting sun had just disappeared in the sky, and the last ray of afterglow was swallowed up by the coming darkness.

On the corridor of the palace, the lights flickered, casting strange shadows.

The mysterious stranger was wearing a large black cloak that seemed to absorb all the light.

It fluttered slightly under the dim light, and there seemed to be a mysterious atmosphere lingering around.

The hood deeply concealed the face of the mysterious stranger.

Only a pair of eyes were revealed, and those eyes were like cold stars in the cold night.

It flashes with a cool brilliance, yet is so profound that it is hard to fathom, as if it can see through the secrets of all things in the world.

The eyes of a mysterious stranger are sometimes as sharp as a sword, which makes people feel scared.

Sometimes, there is a hint of subtle playfulness, as if he is watching the troubles of this world with cold eyes.

The mysterious stranger's steps were steady and silent, and each step seemed to carry a unique rhythm.

It was as if he was not walking but gliding gracefully in the darkness.

The mysterious stranger has a tall and slightly thin figure, but he exudes an indescribable powerful aura that makes people dare not underestimate him.

His hands are always hidden in his cloak, and no one knows what kind of mysterious power he is brewing.

As the mysterious stranger turned his head slightly, black hair slipped from the edge of his hood.

It sparkles with an inky luster under the dim light, giving people a mysterious and dangerous feeling.

I saw that this mysterious stranger had a colorful belt with Mongolian characteristics tied around his waist, with exquisite patterns embroidered on it.

The edges of his cloak were decorated with some Mongolian-style silver ornaments.

There were slight tinkling sounds as the mysterious stranger moved around.

His face has clear contours, a high nose bridge and deep eyes, with a hint of Mongolian heroism.

At this time, the wind blew quietly in the courtyard of the palace.

The fallen leaves seemed to add a touch of desolation to the upcoming tense atmosphere.

The mysterious stranger stopped and raised his head slightly.

There was a barely perceptible gleam in the exposed eyes.

Zhu Gang only felt a chill rising up from his spine in an instant.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a hawk.

Locked tightly on the mysterious figure in the black cloak.

The body, which had been slightly relaxed, suddenly tensed up, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Zhu Gang straightened his back slightly, and one hand unconsciously tightly grasped the sword at his waist.

His finger joints even turned slightly white from excessive force.

(End of this chapter)