Chapter 110 Resolving the worries of nine thousand years old
"Are you the little guy who went to Ningyuan?"
Wei Zhongxian turned his face and looked at Feng Wanli in front of him. Feng Wanli replied respectfully: "Returning to nine thousand years old is a humble position!"
"Tell us how you beheaded two hundred people!" Wei Zhongxian glanced at him: "After His Majesty found out about this, he was in a very good mood. If there are some details, we can tell him about it then.
Even better!”
Feng Wanli nodded and started talking about everything from when he arrived at Ningyuan.
At the beginning, he was a little stumbling, but later on, he became more and more fluent. Although some of the statements were slightly different from what he said outside, in front of Wei Zhongxian, he
But he didn't dare to hide it at all.
After all, hiding something from the court was not a big deal in his opinion, but hiding something from Eunuch Wei would be fatal.
After talking about a cup of tea, he could not stop talking. What he didn't realize was that Wei Zhongxian was originally lying on the brocade couch diagonally. By the time he finished speaking, Wei Zhongxian had already sat up.
"...The whole thing is roughly like this. I am ashamed of my humble position. Although I claim to behead more than two hundred people, the Tatars I killed by my humble position are only two or three!"
"Two or three are worthy of the position of Fusi Qianhu in Nanzhen!" Wei Zhongxian let out a long sigh: "How many Tatars are there, and how many people do we have in the Ming Dynasty? If everyone can kill two
At the count of three, the Tatars would have been exterminated long ago!"
"Praise from the father-in-law, but fear from humble position!"
"You don't have to panic!" Wei Zhongxian shook his head: "It was also those Tatars who sought death and bullied our Ming soldiers on the ice. They met the unreasonable Folangji gunboat and died in the sea. That was them too.
It’s a blessing, but even a mere merchant ship of the Folangji people can be equipped with so many cannons. Are all the cannons of the Folangji people so bad?”
"This, I really don't know about this. The person who is connected with Fo Langji is Jiang Wan, a professor from the Tenth Prince's Palace. And since he hangs out with Folangji all day long, he must know these inside stories!"
"Jiang Wan!" Wei Zhongxian nodded and associated it with the word Folangji Cannon. He quickly remembered the young man who was calm and unhurried in front of him, "Our family remembers this person and seemed to want to support him at the beginning.
He went to the Ministry of Finance or somewhere else, why has this matter not been followed up?"
Xu Xianchun lowered his head in embarrassment. Wei Zhongxian casually gave an order and he took care of it at that time. After the Tenth Prince's Palace refused, Wei Zhongxian did not continue to ask about the matter, so he naturally didn't take it to heart.
Who would have thought that this Jiang Wan would pop up again at this time.
"Forget it, it seems you don't know either!" Wei Zhongxian glanced at Xu Xianchun coldly. He didn't say anything harsh, but it made Xu Xianchun feel hot on his back, as if sweat was seeping out from his back.
"My child, let's go find out about this!"
"Forget it, why bother to investigate!" Wei Zhongxian snorted: "That little guy is a member of King Xin, and he has made a contribution this time. No matter how ignorant King Xin is, he knows that he will retain a few people who can do things.
Man, if we continue to make plans for him, I’m afraid King Xin will have a big problem with our family!”
He looked at Feng Wanli: "Didn't you have a life-long friendship with him in Ningyuan? Didn't you move around each other when you came back to Beijing?"
"This, I haven't taken this into consideration yet!"
"Move around more!" Wei Zhongxian waved his hand and said in a nonchalant way: "Friendships like this are rare. There is no harm in getting closer..."
This was the end of the summons. However, Feng Wanli retreated from the house with a confused look on his face. It wasn't until he walked out of the door of the house that he asked Xu Xianchun beside him in a low voice: "Mr.
What does that mean?"
"What do you think it means?" Xu Xianchun looked at the other party and shook his head: "Wanli, being an official is not about fighting and killing. If you don't even listen to what you say, you will probably stop at just one thousand households!"
"If you are nine thousand years old, you only need to listen to Master Xu. I just need to listen to Master Xu!" Feng Wanli showed a simple smile: "Master Xu will definitely make me understand what you say!
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"You!" Xu Xianchun pointed at him and shook his head angrily: "You said you don't know how to be a good person, how come you couldn't even get an errand before!"
After looking around, he whispered: "Eunuch Wei and King Xin are both close to His Majesty. Do you think Jiu Qiansui wants to know what happened to King Xin?"
"Well, aren't there brothers in our yamen, and there are brothers in Dongchang?" Feng Wanli was stunned: "It's not difficult to inquire about such a thing!"
"That's different!" Xu Xianchun glanced at him with some contempt: "If we really need to use human hands to reach His Majesty's ears, the first person who will feel uncomfortable is probably that we are nine thousand years old. Do you think nine thousand years is really continuous?
This is not expected at all?”
"You have this friendship with Jiang Wan. Isn't it normal for you to move around more?" Xu Xianchun reminded him: "Now that you are familiar with him, then don't you know everything about King Xin's side?"
It’s clear, next time Jiu Qian is asked about something, you won’t say you don’t know, right?”
Feng Wanli blinked and nodded fiercely: "That's really the case. Thank you for your advice!"
"Be smart, you don't want to be a prison boss in that shabby place in Nanzhen Fusi for the rest of your life!" Xu Xianchun said with a smile: "If you do things to satisfy Jiu Qianqiang, you will have no future!"
The two of them talked in a low voice as they walked away. When they reached the intersection, they separated. Feng Wanli thought about it for a moment, turned a corner, and headed towards Fusi, Jinyiwei Nan Town.
Since it meant being nine thousand years old, it was inevitable to pay Jiang Wan a visit. He suddenly discovered that although he had been with Jiang Wan for some time in Liaodong, he didn't know any of his preferences.
When you come to visit someone by yourself, you can't do it empty-handed, not to mention that you still have to acknowledge the other person's affection for your contribution this time. This gift must be more grand, both for public and private purposes.
Returning to Nanzhen Fusi, he directly summoned the scribes from Nanzhen Fusi: "What do you scholars generally like? I want to give people some gifts, what is appropriate?"
The clerk hesitated for a moment: "It depends on what kind of scholar you are, but generally speaking, the more expensive the gift, the better!"
"Don't scholars all like elegant things like antiques, calligraphy and paintings?" Feng Wanli was a little surprised: "When it comes to money, they all despise it..."
"Who gave you such an illusion, sir?" The clerk said with a wry smile: "Thousands of miles to become an official, just for food and clothing; three years to become a magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver, not for money, scholars are crazy, they study hard in the cold window to get ahead.