The backyard of the Gao University Scholar's Mansion.
Gao pragmatic walked in cautiously, and was about to walk towards his room when he suddenly found a little old man standing in front of him and raised his hand to him: "Master, you are finally back. Mr. Ge told me that he would let you come back as soon as possible."
Just go see him."
Gao Pingshi was startled for a moment, and looked towards the high-arched study room. Sure enough, he saw that there was a lamp inside, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Yeah, I understand, I'll go right away."
Arriving outside Gao Gong's study, Gao pragmatic knocked on the door and said, "Third uncle, my nephew is back."
"Enter."
As soon as Gao pragmatic entered the door, he found Gao Gong writing at his desk. It looked like he was writing a book. Gao Gong has written many books in his life, and he never stopped even when he was the chief minister. He can truly be called a
It’s a matter of constant writing.
But it’s not strange to write a book. What’s strange is that it’s already past the third watch and you’re still writing? This is wrong. You are always the chief assistant and have a lot of things to do. You’re still up so late. Aren’t you tired from working during the day?
Of course, Gao Pragmatic just complained in his heart. He actually knew very well that Gao Gong was still awake at this hour and told his servants to come see him as soon as he returned home. He must be waiting for him.
Sure enough, as soon as he stepped forward, Gao Gong put down his pen and stared at Gao pragmatically with a solemn expression.
"What's going on today, or rather, what's going on these past few days? Tell me."
Okay, this is a very high-level question, direct enough.
"Uh...it's just that something happened to Feng Bao."
Gao Gong didn't say anything, he just looked at Gao Pragmatic with bright eyes.
Gao Pingshi's shoulders slumped, and he said helplessly: "Okay... It was Feng Bao who wanted to frame his nephew, but his nephew used his plan to trick him."
Gao Gong's face looked a little better. He no longer stared at Gao Pangshi. Instead, he boasted about the manuscript he had just written, and then asked again: "You asked Meng Chong to go to Tianshou Mountain. I looked back and thought about it."
, not just to let him avoid Feng Bao, right?"
"Yes, he has another mission when he goes to Tianshou Mountain, which is to keep an eye on Mr. Zhang Ge." Gao pragmatically replied.
"Just him?" Gao Gong shook his head disdainfully: "If he has this ability, why does he need to hide from Feng Bao?"
Gao Pingshi was speechless for a while, and after a while, he sighed: "The third uncle is so good at predicting things, Mr. Zhang Ge has come back."
This surprised Gao Gong slightly: "His messenger only arrived in the afternoon, and he himself has arrived now? So soon?" Then his face became serious and he asked: "Where is he now?"
Gao pragmatically spread his hands: "I'm blocked outside the city."
Gao Gong suddenly frowned: "Did you send someone to block it? It's nonsense, he is Gu Mingfu!"
"No, how can my nephew be so bold?" Gao Pingshi explained: "My nephew asked four senior brothers, Song, Cheng, Wu, and Tu, to take charge of one side of the capital and asked the city gate guards to block Mr. Zhang Ge.
It’s outside the capital.”
Who would have thought that after Gao Gong heard this, he frowned even more and couldn't help but lectured: "That's even more nonsense! The four of them are all Kechen, why do you order them to do things? You are just called Guanzheng now.
, in fact, it’s still a companion reading!”
Gao pragmatically began to talk nonsense seriously: "Yuanfu is wrong to say that. The official just heard that someone wanted to force the garrison of the capital to violate the national law as a minister of Gu Ming, so he reported it to the four ministers.
How can this be said to be an order? Everyone is responsible for upholding national laws!"
Gao Gong couldn't laugh or cry, this brat was getting more and more out of shape!
He suppressed a smile and glared at Gao Pingshi: "Sharp teeth and sharp tongue, I think you will ruin Guo Dongye's reputation as a kind gentleman sooner or later!"
Gao pragmatic laughed and said: "The third uncle is too worried, that is, the nephew is like this to the third uncle. Who doesn't say that the nephew is young, mature, and a kind gentleman? Didn't you see the craftsmen and craftsmen selected from Wei Hui this time?
What do the children say about my nephew? May every family be blessed with a Buddha!"
"You're just pretending." Gao Gong said angrily.
But he also knew that his nephew pretended to be a gentleman, and his image was so good that even his teacher Guo Pu could only sigh at himself for being so shameless. His criticism was just scratching an itch, and he was too lazy to do so.
Don't worry about it. After all, judging from the outside world's reputation alone, this guy has a much better reputation than his arrogant reputation.
When Gao Gong is in power, he always offends many people, but Gao Pragmatic has always been hiding behind the scenes. Who knew that at such a young age, he was so full of bad intentions? It just so happened that he used the last disaster relief incident to act as a boss, and everyone knew it.
That Mr. Gao who wrote "Long Wen Bian Ying" not only won the favor of the saints, but was also generous in spreading wealth, and was living without a living. Especially in Henan Province, he was praised by many people as "every family has a Buddha" - this is simply unbelievable.
Time to reason.
So Gao Gong didn't bother to bother him with these trivial matters, and directly returned to the topic again, asking: "You blocked Zhang Taiyue outside the city just for this night. He can still come in tomorrow morning. What's the point of it?"
?Could it be that you can do something big just in one night?"
At this moment, Gao Pragmatic's expression became serious, he suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "If nothing happens, we will see the outcome early tomorrow morning."
Gao Gong frowned slightly: "What do you know?"
"Feng Bao fell." Gao Pragmatic said solemnly, not joking at all, "I dug up Feng Bao's roots."
Feng Bao's life was cut off a long time ago. Gao Gong would definitely not misunderstand, so he was just slightly startled and immediately asked with a serious face: "Where is the imperial concubine?"
Gao Pragmatic nodded: "After tonight, how much the imperial concubine once trusted Feng Bao, how much she will hate him in the future."
Gao Gong stood up suddenly, walked out from behind the table quickly, and asked, "How did you do it?"
Gao pragmatically said: "Feng Bao wanted to stage a cruel trick to frame me, but I took advantage of it and brought the trouble back to his confidant Xu Jue. Dongchang and Jinyiwei were ordered to go to Feng Bao's house to arrest him. By the way,
Searching for evidence... So, they found two booklets, one written by Feng Bao himself, which recorded some financial transactions between him and Mr. Zhang Ge - well, that is, a list of gifts given to him by Mr. Zhang Ge, and even
Not only Mr. Zhang Ge, some people under Mr. Zhang Ge are also involved."
Gao Gong opened his eyes wide, and seeing that Gao Pingshi had stopped talking, he quickly asked: "Where's the second book?"
"The second one is Xu Jue's diary, which records some of his usual actions, but that is not the key. The real key is that he recorded the details of several meetings between Feng Bao and Zhang Ge. In these meetings,
Feng Bao said some things that he shouldn't have said because of his arrogance, and Mr. Zhang Ge also said some things... which were slightly out of line."
Gao Gong didn't know the seriousness of the problem at this moment! He couldn't help but become nervous and hurriedly asked: "What did they say?"
Gao pragmatically told Gao Gong the most critical words.
Gao Gong took a breath and calmed down: "If this is true, Feng Bao will definitely be hopeless! And Zhang Taiyue is also a mud Buddha who cannot save himself when crossing the river, and there is no way he can be saved."
Gao pragmatic nodded and said nothing.
Gao Gong suddenly remembered a key point: "Are these true?"
Gao pragmatic coughed lightly: "Well... 90% of this is true."
"Ninety percent?" Gao Gong's eyes widened: "Where's the other 10%?"
"My nephew added a little bit of seasoning to them." Gao Pragmatic looked innocent and spread his hands: "Since Feng Bao framed his nephew, he must have some courtesy, right?"