The person Yuan Wenchang met was the prefect of Yangzhou, Wang Yingzhi.

In the hall, Wang Yingzhi sat meticulously, pursing his lips tightly, glanced at the man sitting on the Grand Master's chair from the corner of his eyes, and then his eyelids drooped down - every time he was in front of the other side, he felt an unspeakable nervousness and a heartfelt restraint.

Yuan Wenchang is fifty-three years old this year. He is burly and tall, with a national character face, thick eyebrows and broad nose, and a cluster of twisted beards. He sits there like a huge rock, a tough rock without emotional fluctuations. He is from the army and fought with the Iron Cavalry of the Grassland in the border of Liangzhou for many years. He has made many military achievements. After returning triumphantly, he was appointed as the general and then served as the governor of Yangzhou. It has been a full ten years since then.

The court had rules and regulations, and the chief officials in the border were assessed every three years, changed their positions every ten years, promoted to the temple, or moved to other prefectures and counties to serve as governors.

This move is to prevent the formation of local separatist. If the emperor works hard to govern, the chief officials in the border areas may be transferred within two or three years, and will not be able to be appointed for ten years.

There was no wind in the hall and the breath was suppressed. Wang Yingzhi was sitting, feeling a little uncomfortable when he was sitting on pins and needles, and sweat dripping quietly slipped down his back.

Yuan Wenchang suddenly spoke: "It should be known that you still need to nourish your energy."

Wang Yingzhi replied respectfully: "In front of the adults, the qi is exhausted, but he cannot bear it."

Yuan Wenchang laughed: "You should know, are you considered flattering?"

Wang Yingzhi hurriedly said, "I dare not exaggerate my sincere words."

Yuan Wenchang did not comment, and suddenly picked up a piece of paper from the table and threw it on the ground with a snap: "What's the purpose of submitting this piece of paper to me?"

When Wang Yingzhi saw the cover of the scribe script, he immediately knew that this was an investigation report about Chen Daoyuan, a scholar in Jingxian County. He thought quickly what the adults meant, but no matter how they thought, they could not guess. As the saying goes, "Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger." Although Yuan Wenchang is not the king, he is even more fierce and unpredictable than a tiger. In recent years, he has seen too many heads falling to the ground and too much blood.

Those who die not entirely because of disobedience. Many of them are unbearable punishment because they have figured out the wrong meaning and done the wrong thing.

As a soldier, Yuan Wenchang was decisive in killing, rigorous in his rule, and very clear in discipline.

Wang Yingzhi submitted the essay papers for Yuan Wenchang to read, which could be said to be a loyal act; but on the other hand, there is no meaning to fiddle with the relationship between father and son of the Yuan family? Although he could not dare to think about these things, the question is whether Yuan Wenchang thought so?

No matter what, Yuan Geshu is both Yuan Wenchang's beloved son, and he has excellent literary and military skills. As long as nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be the best candidate to inherit the Yuan family's foundation.

Wang Yingzhi took a breath, stood up and bowed and replied: "Sir, I am a prefect, I am in charge of civil affairs and share my worries. The affairs that occur in the state should be submitted to the adults for their review and then decided."

Yuan Wenchang nodded slightly: "Okay, you've done a good job."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yingzhi felt relieved, but Yuan Wenchang's next sentence made him feel headache again:

"Do you think that Master Zhengyang is following this son and wants to recruit Geshu? But I am a little puzzled. How can a mere scholar of poor families make Geshu so optimistic?"

As the beloved son of the governor, he was born in a wealthy family, had a broad vision, and was unattractive to ordinary people.

This question must be answered. If you make a vague excuse, you will be dereliction of duty. Because Wang Yingzhi, the prefect is doing this, not only to be responsible for civil affairs, but also to provide suggestions and opinions. After thinking about it, he replied: "According to the investigation, Chen Daoyuan is quite talented and has good poetry and articles. Perhaps the major general appreciates him because of this, and asks the name on the river, which shows how it is."

Yuan Wenchang stroked his beard and said, "'There will be a time when the wind and waves are long, and the clouds are sailing across the sea'. This guy is not a bad mind. I don't know if he is a scholar or has real skills."

Although it is said that "poetry expresses ambition", there is a far difference between trying to get something and doing something that is ambition, and it is the same thing to do it and do it well.

Yuan Wenchang has seen a lot of people, how could he not understand this truth? The proverb often says: "Scholars rebelled and failed for three years." It means that those scholars think they are self-righteous and passionate, but when they really start doing things, they glar at each other and don't know where to start. Finally, they make things mess up.

A simple talk will ruin the country, but it is nothing more than that.

Wang Yingzhi smiled and said, "It's a mule or a horse, and you'll know it in the future."

"Forget it, I won't talk about him anymore, I'm just a scholar. I have been the governor of Yangzhou for ten years. As usual, I should go to Beijing to report on my job this year and then accept the dispatch. What should I do?"

When Wang Yingzhi heard this, he felt even more troublesome. This question is a hundred times more difficult to answer than Chen Daoyuan's story.

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Qin Yushu also felt a headache. He and several friends of his good scholars were busy all the way, and finally arrived in Yangzhou.

The boat and car were exhausted and were arranged to stay at Longmen Inn. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Chen Sanlang eating and drinking.

After experiencing the Dragon Boat Festival in Nanyang River, Qin Yushu has deeply realized that it is impossible to have a good thing whenever he meets Chen Sanlang. If the accommodation was not arranged by the prefectures and counties, it would be difficult to rent a place outside without any intention of renting a place outside, he would have turned around and left.

Looking at Qin Yushu covering his face upstairs like a ghost, Chen Sanlang found it funny: In fact, he didn't care much about the grudges and conflicts between the two in the past. Qin Yushu was proud and timid, not suitable to be a friend, and just ignore him, and it was not as good as a shout for a fight or a killing. That night, he was able to admit defeat, and finally he was a little responsible.

Chen Sanlang suddenly opened his mouth as if he saw a ghost, and his eyes widened. He was seeing the old monk in the mountain tower walking in through the inn gate, floating.

"No, I'm chasing here?"

The old monk smiled and Shi Shiran came to Chen Sanlang and said, "This donor, we have met again. Everyone said you have a destiny to be with me."

Chen Sanlang jumped up and spat: "The master is so shameless. You come to the door by yourself, what does it have to do with fate?"

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha said: This exists, and that exists, and this exists, and that exists. Everything arises from cause and condition. I am here to come to you because you are waiting for me to come, that's all."

Chen Sanlang's forehead was full of dark lines: It's really okay to speak like this? He came uninvited, but said that people were waiting for him to come. The so-called robber logic is to retreat compared to this Buddhist principle.

"No matter who comes and goes, I can't get into a monk with you, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name. It's not to be hiding. There is a delicate lady in Chen's family waiting for me to go back and stay with me for the rest of my life."

The old monk didn't care: "Female is emptiness. If the donor is attached to appearance, why would you let the old monk give me some advice and let you wake up?"

As he said that, he pointed at Chen Sanlang's seal hall.
Chapter completed!