The mediocre minister of all living beings

The emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Period sat upright on the resplendent and resplendent Kowloon chair, and all the civil and military officials prostrated below.Wei Mingqi was rushed into the palace by Yao Shuxiang dressed neatly and accompanied by a sedan chair in the early morning. Yao Shuxiang insisted on sending it to the door. Before leaving, he didn't forget to attach a fox fur cloak with his own hands, and said with a smile, "It's cold now, my lord, don't freeze your body." .

Holding Yao Shuxiang's hand, Wei Mingqi also said softly, "Don't worry, madam, go in quickly."

Yi Ying, the young servant and maid beside her, was extremely envious.

"My lord and my wife are really a match made in heaven. If I can marry such a husband in the future, it will be worth my death." The maid in the palace took care of the begonias in the yard, holding her chin and thinking.

"I think you are Sichun?" The boy passing by laughed.

"You're just thinking about spring!" Throwing a dry vine over, he opened his mouth and cursed, "Ugly, go do your job!"

As expected, Yao Shuxiang and Wei Mingqi in the palace were as expected. In the eyes of everyone, they were a pair of gifted scholars and beautiful women made in heaven, but no one knew that at night when the lights first came on, in that small room, the two had their own ghosts. Looks like it works.

"I've been very worried these past few days." On the court hall, the Ninth Five-Year Lord slapped the dragon chair, and the civil and military officials below responded with eyelids twitching.

"A few days ago, Ying Zhaoyi said that she missed her hometown. It has been more than several months since I ordered people to imitate the customs of her hometown to build a homesick house, but it has not been completed yet. I see that she is worried, sleepless, and anxious. Extremely bad, but Lin Yuan, the superintendent, has been lying at home in ill health for the past few days. I never imagined that none of the civil and military officials of my great country can share my worries for me, alas."

With a long sigh, everyone in the hall was speechless.

Men either study poetry and books hard, spend ten years in the cold window, or practice in the summer and winter, in order to enter the court and become an official to make peace with the world. Who doesn't want to show their edge in state affairs? Who doesn't want to be on the battlefield? Sprinkle sweat and blood to revitalize the country.I am afraid that I will run into a fatuous king, who cares about harming the country and the people every day, worrying about trivial matters, studying hard and practicing martial arts for so many years, who wants to be a supervisor of building a courtyard.

There was silence under the court.

"My brother is willing to do the work of a dog and a horse for the emperor." Wei Mingqi broke the silence and stepped out sideways.

"Okay!" The emperor patted the dragon chair, stood up and stood up, "I still know my heart well."

Wei Mingqi took the post of supervisor, and the emperor gave him a hundred batches of brocades and a thousand taels of silver when he was happy.

The court dispersed, and all the ministers came to greet him, pretending to flatter him, and praising him for his integrity.

Wei Mingqi also exchanged a few words of greeting, and suddenly heard someone from Mr. Yang's family coming forward to report, and said in a low voice:

"My lord, the young master of the palace family is kneeling outside the door again. I told you that you are in court, but he just wants to kneel outside the door and wait for you to come back. Look at this..."

Master Yang didn't even raise his eyebrows, he sneered: "What are you afraid of? No matter how rich his palace family is, they are just merchants. Why can't he kneel at the threshold of my dignified official minister's family? Let him kneel."

The capital city is even more dirty than Zecheng. Wei Mingqi raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if the sky was also gray and overwhelming, with many characters connected by nepotism and intricately intertwined, even the palace, which was so polished that it could be reflected It's not as clean and tidy as a small spring breeze building.

Wei Mingqi was always doing nothing, he lived in a courtier and had no authority, and now he has taken the post of supervisor. The fatuous emperor has long forgotten his younger brother who once robbed him of the throne, no matter how you look at it He is a small person who lives in the world and wants peace. Under this huge palace, it is a gift to him to be rewarded with a mouthful of imperial food.

On the surface, Wei Mingqi only runs between the homesickness hall and the palace, but he has sent He Youqi to rectify the troops in private. The tiger talisman of the King of Lintian is indeed a potion that no one can think of. The story that was once hyped is fragmented. Together, it is nothing more than a silver ring with a tiger's head in his hand. For Wei Mingqi, [-] elite soldiers and [-] old troops of the Yao family are already in power, but he is a cautious person.

Yes, if you are not careful, why bother to spend more than a year in a small Spring Breeze Building, tricking Xiao Xin, who has been reclusive for more than ten years, to offer her heart with both hands.

The lotus in the Yuhua Pond has not yet bloomed, and Wei Mingqi's shadow is reflected in the flat and clean lake water. He is still the handsome young man with sharp brows, but he is no longer the one who would act like a baby to Xiao Xin in the Spring Wind Tower The rolling boy, in just two years, he almost didn't recognize himself.

There was a moment when Wei Mingqi felt that he was a heinous liar, he lied to Xiao Xin and he lied to himself, and the two sincere hearts he offered with both hands were abandoned by him like shoe shoes and trampled under his feet.

The day before stealing the Tiger Talisman, Li Niang and He Youqi drank like mud in the room, and He Youqi kept muttering: I'm sorry, but people at that time regarded it as a relationship between Li Niang and Li Niang. The wine talk, but only he knows, it was said with Xiao Xin.He couldn't forget He Youqi's ashamed expression of deliberately getting himself drunk, and he couldn't forget Xiao Xin who thought he was out of it. He was still involved in it by himself, and he still used this vile method.

The koi at the bottom of the pond turned over and spit bubbles out of the water. The water was sparkling and rippled everywhere, shattering the shadow reflected in the lake. His thoughts were pulled back by the broken reflection after only a moment. Ashamed of time, Wei Mingqi, who is seeking to win steadily, has more important things to do, and there is one last person to meet.

The frowning brows were slightly scattered, like a broken reflection in the lake, that preoccupied, well-to-do young man came back again, how could he be ashamed of his national hatred and family hatred, just like that day in Zecheng, Wei Mingqi patted the bean Pointing his shoulders, he said: A man, what belongs to him is his own, and no one can touch it.If it is robbed, you will try your best to get it back.

Wei Mingqi straightened his clothes and headed towards the prison of the Ministry of War with a stern brow.

"My lord!" The soldier at the door of the cell saluted neatly.

"I'm here to meet someone." Wei Mingqi waved his hand, "It won't take long."

"This..." The gate of the Ministry of War is open to the man on the dragon chair. Is there any king in the world? The prisoners here are all felony death row prisoners. If there is no token from the Ministry of Officials, no one can enter. , the guard at the door was a little bit troubled.

"Get out of the way!" came the voice of the prison chief behind him, "Are your eyes used to vent your anger? You have to stop the prince if you want to go in." He put on a courteous smile.

The relationship in this palace is intricate, and only smooth and transparent people can gain a firm foothold. The jailer has been in this palace for more than ten years, so he naturally understands the powerful relationship. A prince, offending him for a small matter is really wrong, so he said with a smile:

"My lord, please do as you please, just don't delay too long"

"Thank you." Wei Mingqi expressed his thanks blankly, and then went to jail.

"Boss, this is against the rules..." the guard outside the prison gate whispered.

"Stupid!" But before he finished speaking, he was hit on the forehead.

"Big and small are also princes, aren't you making yourself uncomfortable by stopping him?" Turning his head and glanced at the prison, a sneer appeared on the prison boss's face, "Besides, it's not the right time to be born, this He'an Wang Ye is nothing more than a small overseer, not as powerful as us, are you afraid that he can find something?"

"That's right..." Touching his head, the guard smiled innocently.

A few crows circled past the prison gate, making shrill and hoarse sounds.

The prison of the Ministry of War is eerie and terrifying, the sound of guns and iron chains can be heard everywhere, and suddenly there are several grievances, and the screaming people feel panicked.

The people in the prison are waiting not only to be killed in the autumn, but also to die of old age in the prison. The time is still long, and a few faint rays of sunlight scatter in from the windows on the top of the prison wall, illuminating a large area of ​​light in the underground bowl. The prisoners were disheveled and dressed in rags, but they were still sitting in the big bowl of light. Although they could not quench their thirst, the sunshine of these hours every day told them that they were not human or ghosts, and seemed to be alive.

I haven't seen someone as noble as Wei Mingqi in prison for many years. Although many people don't know who he is, but seeing his gorgeous clothes, the embroidered pattern on his clothes is about the rank of a prince. Sumo came forward, stretched out his hand from the fence, shouted his grievances, and wanted to find a glimmer of hope. The straw on the ground was scratched by the chain, and through the weak sunlight, thick dust floated in the air, mildew The smell was overflowing, and everyone wanted to cover their mouth and nose at this moment, for fear that they would not be able to dodge in time, but Wei Mingqi still walked upright and slowly to the last room, without any wrinkle between his brows.

The people in the prison sat cross-legged on the ground with their backs to the prison door, as if they had no interest in the people outside the door.

It wasn't until Wei Mingqi's footsteps stopped at his door that he turned his head to look. The man was about the same age as Wei Mingqi, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, fluttering brows, and sly eyes. Even in this dark prison cell, he was still neat and orderly. Handsome, except for a few dried blood stains on the hem of his clothes, there was a look of disdain for them, the aristocrats, in his brows.

"Lu Ling" Wei Mingqi opened the prison door, and when he entered, he called his name directly, "In the winter of the fourth year of Qitian, he robbed Nanhu of 4000 taels of disaster relief money and 15 shi of disaster food from Mr. Liu in Huwei Mountain, and fled to Hucheng and was arrested. He was imprisoned in March of the following year, and his crime of robbing disaster relief money and food should be punished, and the emperor personally ordered him to be executed after this fall."

The man was unhurried, and dug out his ear with the hand tied to the iron chain, then showed a canine tooth, and said with a smile, "I won't bother you to repeat this great achievement of mine. It's not autumn yet, so that's it!" Is the Emperor impatient to kill me?"

Wei Mingqi also smiled softly, and he didn't think the haystacks in the prison were dirty, so he sat down cross-legged like that man, and asked in a low voice pretending to be mysterious.

"Where did you put that money?"

"I spent it." The man had a casual attitude of wanting to fight or kill, with a shameless smile on his face, but a canine tooth that was exposed showed a hint of playfulness in both righteousness and evil.

"What about the 15 shi of grain?"

"I ate"

Wei Mingqi couldn't help laughing, "The head of Lu Da has a good appetite."

"It's easy to say, people in the green forest do physical work." Then he turned his head and looked at Wei Mingqi with a smile, "He eats a lot."

Wei Mingqi smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"But I heard that later someone sent money and food to the victims of the Nanhu disaster. It was exactly 4000 taels of silver and 15 shi of grain."

"Yeah." Lu Ling pretended to be serious, and said with a serious face, "So, there are still many good people in this world."

"Then is the head of Lu Da a good guy or a bad guy?"

"Occupy the mountain as the king, and live by robbing houses and homes." Lu Ling had a rebellious face, and then asked the question back: "Do you think I am a good person or a bad person?"

The only ray of light in the prison shone on Lu Ling's face, and the dust flying up in the air was like a layer of mist, hiding the man's face hazyly behind, only a pair of bright eyes and a cunning canine tooth Very obvious.

Wei Mingqi smiled and took out a small silver jug ​​from his arms and handed it to Lu Ling.In the prison, let alone a sip of wine, he couldn't even drink a bowl of clean water. When he turned his head and saw the exquisite jug, Lu Ling's eyes lit up instantly.

"It seems that I have really lived to the end, and someone brought me wine."

Wei Mingqi looked at his unruffled appearance of Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, couldn't help smiling, and said, "You are really ready to lose your head."

"Originally, what you do is to lose your head. What's there to be afraid of when your neck is on the tip of a knife every day?" He said after taking another big gulp.

"No worries, no worries?" Wei Mingqi asked.

"Who can go to Mount Liang if he has concerns?"

"Do you want a hundred brothers from Tiger Mighty Mountain?"

"With the support of our second master"

"Do you want the foundation laid down in 20 years?"

"Those who can come first"

"Wealthy in front of you?"

"I've never been rich"

"Post-Fame"

"shit reputation"

"Dian Ziqi?"

"..."

The wine jug raised to his mouth suddenly stopped, and his face, which was originally a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, froze there, and his brows were slowly locked.

"who are you?"

Wei Mingqi sneered, "You only remember to ask who I am now?"

"Did he send you here?"

"I'm afraid he doesn't have the time"

Wei Mingqi took the jug from Lu Ling's hand, took a sip himself and put it back in his hand.

"He is busy kneeling on the threshold of Mr. Yang's house now."

Lu Ling's face became uglier than that of a dead person, his chest heaved rapidly, his cynical face just now turned purple, and it took him a long time to utter the word "kneel?"

In Lu Ling's eyes, the ghostly eyes, the arrogant Dian Ziqi, who kneels to the emperor, kneels to his parents, who bleeds but does not shed tears will never kneel to others, but Wei Mingqi's mouth uttered the word "kneel" , Let all his previous arrogance be in vain.

"You think you are hiding here in peace, and if you ask him to kill you, everything will be in vain." Wei Mingqi looked at his sad eyes, and said word by word: "He is the son of the palace"

Yes, he is the prince of the palace, he is the prince of Lu Ling, he is the prince of the palace standing at the foot of Huwei Mountain, his whole body is as clean as snow and looking up at you, he is the prince of the eternal arrogance, and now others are full of sorrow The slander is like an overwhelming mountain, the ridicule and abuse are like landslides and tsunami, self-willed and humble, devoted to others, kneeling all over the ninety-nine corridors of Mr. Yang's house, kneeling all over the fifteen thresholds of Mr. Liu's house, and almost scattered dozens of palace families After years of family wealth and foundation, he has been tortured dozens of times by the clan, but when did he think about abandoning you?

He's the son of a prince, Lu Ling's son of yours!

"How is he..." Lu Ling asked stiffly.

"What else can you do, you can see for yourself"

The snow-white clothes are covered with a thick layer of snow. From a distance, one can't even see a figure. No matter how proud and upright the person is, when viewed from behind, his back is slightly hunched and his hair is loose. Thin icy slags were frozen between the threads, and when I got up, I was always staggering because of my stiff legs, and my ghostly eyes had long since dimmed and lost their color. The talented Dianzi standing on the bridge and domineering is about to arrive.

"I..." Lu Ling's eyes finally lost the arrogance, and he looked up with pity, "How can I see?"

"This is why I came to you"

Wei Mingqi grabbed Lu Ling's hand and silently wrote a word on his palm: Reverse.

A murderous intent flashed in Lu Ling's eyes, and his brows were furrowed tightly, "Who are you?"

Wei Mingqi continued to write in his hand: King He'an, three words, then took back the jug and put it in his arms.

He straightened his clothes, got up and was about to leave, and when he walked to the door, he dropped a sentence: "I will come back in three days."

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