There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

The potter said slowly to the knife and pen official: "Today is celebrating the harvest festival, have you remembered everything that happened?"

The knife and pen official hurriedly said: "Return to Taifu's words and write them down."

"Very good, seal it up immediately, and I will send someone to deliver it to His Majesty tomorrow."

"Your Majesty? Son of Heaven?" Your old man trembled, and an inexplicable fear spread in his chest.

The scandal of your family has fallen into the eyes of so many people, it is enough to talk about it, if it is presented to the emperor?

"Teacher, this, this is not allowed!"

The pottery merchant looked at old man You with a smile, stretched out his hand to take the slips delivered to him by the knife and pen officer, waved them in the air as if showing off, then turned and walked into the back hall.

Whether it is possible or not depends on how your father and son behave next.

Chapter 483

The night was deep, but the potter was still awake. He was holding a roll of bamboo slips, which recorded some classics and stories fabricated by the unknown in the Spring and Autumn Period hundreds of years ago. It was quite interesting to read when he had nothing to do.

Diao Chan and the child had already gone to bed, and Mi Zhen also sent someone to greet the potter, but intentionally or unintentionally revealed that she asked the potter to go to her residence to rest.

But the pottery merchant didn't agree, he just asked Mi Zhen to tell Mi Zhen to go to bed earlier.

It's not that the pottery merchant is so hardworking and readable, but that he knows that someone will definitely come to him tonight.

Therefore, while he was reading to pass the time, he also asked Pei Qian to instruct the guards and gatekeepers on duty what to do if a guest came.

The night was deep, and not long after, the figures of your father and son appeared outside a street in the state pastoral mansion.

You old man had a stern look on his face, and he walked ahead with his hands behind his back.

On the other hand, Mi Heng followed behind the old man with disheveled brows and downcast eyes, with a look of bad luck on his face, completely lacking in his usual high-spirited and radiant spirit.

Throughout the afternoon, Mi Heng had already greeted the Tao merchant, Tao Qian, and the other sixteen generations of Tao family ancestors from their father and son one by one.

Despicable and shameless means!It is simply inferior!Outrageously scandalous.

If you use this kind of method on yourself, a great writer in the world, wouldn't someone surnamed Tao be afraid of being struck by thunder?

But the problem is, even if he can vaguely guess that he was framed, Mi Heng has nothing to do.

On weekdays, he dared to swear at others at will, insult others at will, and abuse others' personality wantonly. In the final analysis, the reason was that he was not afraid of death.

What can you do to a person who is not afraid of death?

The potter's way of dealing with his set is very simple: you are not afraid of death, are you?Well, I will make your life worse than death.

After such a drama was performed today, the scandal of abandoning his wife and son has spread in Xuzhou's official circles and cultural circles. If the potters really represent the emperor, then it is basically useless for your children to become officials in the future. up.

A simple move, ruining the reputation of a family for several generations and the future of the whole family, is this something that can be settled by Mi Heng's death?

He wants to die, but you old man will not let him die.

You Heng sadly urged, at this moment, he wished he could pick up two simple knives, enter through the main entrance of the Tao Mansion, go straight to the back door, kill him seven in and seven out, and then cut the potter himself into pieces and put them on the table. He chewed it up in his mouth, then spit it out on the ground, crushed it with his feet, and finally set it on fire to burn it, Fang vented his hatred.

But at most he just thought about it in his heart.

Since the incident in the morning, he and the You family behind him, in front of the pottery merchants, can only live with low eyebrows in this life.

The father and son came to the door of Tao's mansion, but were stopped by the gatekeeper, but saw the old man You said to the gatekeeper very modestly: "You and your son came here in the middle of the night, and I really have something important to ask to see the Taifu, please go." For your convenience, please let me know."

The door official went there immediately, and when he was young, he saw Pei Qian coming out to greet him in person.

"Mr. Your Majesty, Mr. Zhengping, Pei Qian is the Taifu's personal attendant. Unfortunately, the two of you came today, and the Taifu has already fallen asleep. If the two gentlemen have something to do, how about talking about it tomorrow morning? "

When Mi Heng heard the words, "Father, let's come back tomorrow."

"Shut up the old man!"

The old man interrupted You Heng with a vicious speech, and then said: "I also ask Mr. Pei to be considerate, my father came here late at night, but he has something important to report to Taifu."

"This?" Pei Qian seemed hesitant.

The old man bowed to Pei Qianchang and begged, "I beg the strong man to help my father and son."

"You don't need to be like this, I will go in and report."

You Heng is only 23 years old. Although he is proud and talented, he is not as transparent and sophisticated as you old man.

Even though it was only one night, if the potter's so-called official document was submitted to the emperor of Fandu in the morning, it would be too late to regret everything.

Even if you can recognize your relatives with blood, but if you really act like this, then this matter will definitely be spread all over the world. The so-called people's words are terrible, and what kind of news will be spread by then, you old man has no idea. There is no score.

Regardless of whether this move was made by the pottery merchant or not, old man You deeply felt that this was a deadly move that could not be resolved.

And he is the only one who can keep your family's reputation.

The father and son of your family are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that they will lose face to face their ancestors after death.

After waiting outside the mansion for half an hour, Pei Qian finally appeared in front of their eyes.

"Your Excellency Jiuhou, the Taifu has woken up, please go to the side hall to meet each other."

The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The father and son followed Pei Qian to the side hall, but saw that the pottery merchant was neatly dressed, looking at the bamboo slips with a refreshed face, and he looked sleepy just after waking up.

When Mi Heng saw him like this, he immediately committed his old problem again.

"Tao Taifu, in the middle of the night, you let my father and son wait outside, neglecting the Magi, what do you mean!"

Hearing Mi Heng's tone, the pottery merchant frowned and said, "Get out!"

"what?"

"I let you go out, when will you speak human words, come again!"

Mi Heng opened his mouth and wanted to return, but suddenly realized something and didn't make a sound.

The old man sighed, turned around and glared at You Heng, then waved his hand.

The two walked out again, and entered the side hall again when they were young.

"I've seen Taifu."

The two bowed deeply to the potter, and said in a low voice.

The pottery merchant put down the slips in his hand, looked at the two of them with satisfaction for a while, and suddenly said in surprise: "Mr. Your Majesty, Mr. Zhengping, why are you here?"