In the Nuan Pavilion, on the small red clay stove next to the table, a small iron kettle was baking, and there was a gurgling sound in the iron kettle.
Along with the sound, there is also the fresh and attractive aroma of wine.
Zhang Lun picked up the cotton cloth at hand, gently lifted the small iron pot, and poured Fan Zhongyan a glass of warm wine.
"Xiwen, by early spring, you and I will go our separate ways."
"This is a farewell, I don't know when we will see each other again."
"Your Majesty, is it not easy for you and me to meet?"
Fan Zhongyan was talking with a slight smile on his face, and he picked up the wine cup and raised it high.
"You and I will meet in the capital someday!"
"Ha ha."
Zhang Lun stroked his beard and laughed, praising.
"Okay, that being the case, we will make an appointment to meet in the capital."
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Lun raised the wine cup and drank the wine in one gulp.
What is a meeting in the capital?
Of course, both of them were officials in the court.
Zhang Lunnai entered the official position due to Enyin and served in the first three classes. With this military position, it was not easy for him to reach the point of being the governor of the state in an environment where civil servants were valued over military officers.
Therefore, he knows very well that if there is no special opportunity, there is a high probability that he will not be able to be transferred back to the capital in this life.
Even if Fan Zhongyan's official career goes smoothly in the future and he rises to the top, I'm afraid he will not use personal ties to transfer him back to the capital.
If Xiwen did this, then he would not be Fan Xiwen.
Therefore, if he wants to return to Beijing and serve as an official, he can only rely on Zhang Lun's own efforts until the time is right, and then Fan Zhongyan can push him.
After putting down the wine cup, Zhang Lun picked up the iron pot and gave Fan Zhongyan a refill. While pouring the wine, he suddenly sighed.
"Xiwen, if you go to Xijing now, you may have a bad future."
Zhang Lun's worries are not without reason. Fan Zhongyan's reputation is not very good now.
It's generally a mixed bag of praise and praise.
There are those who praise him for his bravery, and there are those who criticize him for being sensational.
Of course, most of the people who praised him were from humble families, while those who slandered him were mostly scholars from aristocratic families.
There are thousands of academies in the world, why does your Yingtian Academy take the lead?
Didn’t Taishi Academy (Songyang Academy) become famous earlier than Yingtian Academy?
The world-famous Zhongnan hermit Zhong Fang once taught at Taishi Academy. In terms of fame, Fan Zhongyan is not worthy of even carrying Zhong Fang's shoes!
However, if these remarks were known to Zhong Fang's nephew Zhong Shiheng, he would probably come out with a Northern Song Dynasty version to deny Sanlian.
I'm not!
I don't!
Stop talking nonsense!
Not only Taishi Academy was dissatisfied, but Hele Academy in Songzhou (founded by Prime Minister Zhang Qixian in the early years of Dazhong Xiangfu), and Songlin Academy in Qingzhou (first a place where Wang Zeng gave lectures, and later built as an academy).
Shigu Academy in Yueyang, Yuelu Academy in Changsha, Hualin Academy, Dongjia Academy, Guanglu Academy in Jiangnan area, etc.
Although the reputation of these academies is not as good as that of Yingtian Academy, their foundation is not bad either.
In the court, there were courtiers from different factions who set the pace, and in the opposition, there were these academy students who set the pace. The two superimposed on each other. It was a great blessing that Fan Zhongyan's reputation was not bad.
“What do those who slander me and slander me want?”
Fan Zhongyan smiled with a very free and easy attitude and didn't take it seriously.
"How can Xiwen ignore the kindness of the imperial court in raising me and the appreciation of the officials?"
"What I want in my life is nothing more than horoscopes!"
"Die rather than sing, live without silence!"
Would you rather die in silence or live in silence?
Die in peace and live in silence!
This statement is like the great bell of Hongzhong, inspiring the deaf and enlightening!
For a moment, Zhang Lun only had these eight words left in his mind.
Whoosh!
The next second, Zhang Lun felt his blood surge, and even the hairs on his body stood up upside down.
"good!"
"A good man dies with peace of mind and lives without silence!"
Zhang Lun stood up from the table with a red face, then bowed his head and saluted Fan Zhongyan.
"Xi Wen's words are really fascinating. Please accept my worship!"
At this moment, the shock in Zhang Lun's heart was simply indescribable. He and Fan Zhongyan had known each other for a long time, but they had never been like this.
He had to admit that at this moment, apart from excitement, all he felt was shame.
Too small!
The layout is smaller!
Compared with Fan Zhongyan, he is like the light of a firefly.
"Your Majesty, you should not do this."
Seeing this, Fan Zhongyan quickly stood up, stepped in front of Zhang Lun, and tried to pull him up.
Who knows, the result is that after one pull, it didn’t pull, and after the second pull, it still didn’t pull.
After counting his breaths like this repeatedly, Zhang Lun straightened up unhurriedly, and then saw him pick up the wine cup and salute again.
"Xiwen's words can serve as a teacher!"
"This prayer is well-deserved, well-deserved!"
Fan Zhongyan looked helpless and sighed.
"Your Majesty, how do you want me to deal with myself?"
Zhang Lun laughed and said bluntly.
"As it was before, so it will be in the future."
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Ding Mansion.
Backyard study.
The great general manager, who was so famous in the eyes of his servants, was like a frightened dog, kneeling on the ground in fear.
"Master Xiang, the person is dead."
"died?"
Ding Wei was surprised at first, and then anger surged from his heart instantly.
boom!
The inkstone, which weighed more than ten kilograms, hit the butler directly.
Click!
The butler only felt a slight sound of bone breaking in his left shoulder, and the severe pain made him take a breath.
However, before he could do anything, a big foot broke into his sight.
boom!
Ding Wei put his foot on the butler's body.
thump.
Unprepared, the butler was kicked to the ground, and at the same time, his left shoulder suffered another heavy blow.
"died?"
Ding Wei stared angrily, still feeling uneasy, he raised his right foot and kicked the butler again.
What was once a loyal servant is now nothing more than a tool for venting personal anger.
You managed to capture an interlocutor, only to be killed?
If you die, you will die. The key is that you will die without asking any questions.
Death is like a light going out, and the last clue is cut off.
Liu Demiao, I'm afraid I'll never find her again!
boom!
boom!
boom!
Ding Wei kicked the butler again and again until he was tired of kicking, and then he stopped.
From beginning to end, the butler remained silent, even though the intense pain struck him again and again.
He still gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, he felt as if his back molars were broken.
But even so, he still did not complain.
If it's wrong, it's wrong!
Whatever happened to this matter, it was indeed his fault.
Although the root cause of this incident was that the man had a death wish, he could not stop it.
In the final analysis, everything is his fault!
He didn't complain when the prime minister beat him or scolded him. Now, he only had one thought in his mind: as long as the prime minister didn't harm his family, all the suffering would be worth it.
"Someone is coming!"
After a while, Ding Wei summoned two close followers.
Squeaky.
After the door opened, the two of them entered the study one after another. When they saw the housekeeper lying on the floor like a dead dog, they didn't even frown.