The emperor looked at the secret report in his hand without saying a word, but his face gradually calmed down. He was indifferent to every son, so even though Feng Wuhen had made a poisonous oath, he was still a little uneasy. Wuhen's outstanding performance in Fujian not only made him feel relieved as a father, but also a deep worry in his subconscious. However, the secret report in front of him at least temporarily made him feel relieved, and Wuhen was still aware of the general idea. He had never thought about his cultivation.

However, the incident of Yao Mutong mentioned in the secret report surprised him deeply. Although he knew that this person was assassinated, both the official memorials and other rumors concealed the Fengliu situation. The matter was told from Wuhen, with at least seven or eight points of credibility. He would never speak in front of his subordinates. In this way, the many memorials that impeached Yao Mutong before were probably true. The emperor's eyes instantly became extremely cold. Feng Wuyan actually recommended such a person for his own personal gain. The Ministry of Personnel also evaluated him very well, which was really hard tolerate.

Standing in the empty Qinzheng Hall, the emperor felt a deep loneliness and loneliness. As the king of Wancheng, he had to be wary of the court officials and the gang of rebellious sons. He was really unable to do anything. Although peace is still maintained today, just a small spark may cause a fire from the prairie, which is also the reason why he did not want to use force against Feng Wuzhao. Feng Jue suggested to him that he incites soldiers in the northwest, but how could such a royal scandal be used to outsiders? At that time, he did not hesitate to let the assassin attack Feng and extinguish the whirlpool stirred up by the censors. This time, he was no exception. However, in the military camp, it was not easy to imitate the last assassination incident. He could only give others a favor.

Fan Hengwen returned home in a daze. Feng Wuhen's words made him see the cruelty of the capital. He was just assigned to an editor of the Hanlin Academy, and he might never be able to become a fourth-rank rank. He Shuming flattered Tang Zengyuan's marriage, and he was expected to be promoted in a blink of an eye. How could he remember his cousin's affection? The depth of the officialdom made him, a young man who was not very experienced in the world, feared him. However, Feng Wuhen's smiling "Scholar" seemed to have some praise. The noble prince even asked him to tell his seriously ill cousin to choose another marriage for her in the future. Fan Hengwen was so moved that he thanked her.

When he stepped into the main hall of his humble house, Fan Hengwen saw Li Junda waiting there with a restless look. He couldn't help but be overjoyed when he came in. "Hengwen, where are you? Do you know, I'm worried that you will go to cause trouble. I heard that many people came to Shuntian Mansion to protect this marriage today. If you cause some great disaster, your future will be gone! Fortunately, God is really blessed, Amitabha!" Li Junda, who has always disbelief in his gods and Buddhas, actually started to chant Buddha, which shows how anxious he was.

Fan Hengwen felt relaxed. He had such enthusiastic friends, so what else could he complain about? The Seventh Prince said right. Even if a person as unrighteous as He Shuming, even if he became a kinship with his cousin, he would implicate his family and betray his friends in the future. It would be better to tell him about it as soon as possible. "Brother Junda, it's all the fault of your foolish brother. Don't worry, from now on, He Shuming has no relationship with me anymore, and I just think that I don't know this person. Brother Junda doesn't have to run around for this matter anymore."

Li Junda was stunned at first, then looked relieved. If it weren't for the sake of his friend, he wouldn't have dared to seek justice from those high-ranking officials. Now that Fan Hengwen is dead, what else can he have to say? The two of them have planned their future plans in the hall for a while, so they went to rest. They were running around these days, and they were really exhausted.

Although Feng Wuhen comforted Fan Hengwen with kind words, he had another problem in his heart. After returning to Beijing, in order to avoid trouble, he just sent Xiao Fangzi to contact the two of them. It seemed that it was necessary to meet them in person. Ming Jue saw that his master had been sitting in the clean room of the teahouse for an hour, and he felt strange in his heart, but he didn't dare to disturb him. However, a sudden noise from outside broke the unspeakable silence.

"Who is making noise outside?" Feng Wuhen said annoyed. When he looked around, he realized that he was not in the palace. He must have been thinking too focused just now. It is common for noisy in the teahouse, but Qiu Qingyuan, who rushed in, was shocked.

"Your Highness, someone is causing trouble outside!" Qiu Qingyuan looked resentful, "Mr. Xu is arguing with those people, and they are unreasonably preparing to smash things everywhere!"

Feng Wuhen suddenly remembered the shopkeeper's cunning expression at first, and then he realized that he was probably being used as a shield by the cunning old man. However, since he had accepted his affection, it would be too much, so he should go and see who it was. If it was really a big deal, just let it go and let it go and let it go and let it go and let it go and cause a big trouble.

Xu Chunshu looked at the arrogant middle-aged man coldly, not knowing which wealthy family slave was, and he was making trouble here with his master's power. He really didn't know that the world was high. If it were an ordinary person, he might be bullied, but how could he be so easy to get along with him? "Isn't you afraid that I will send you to Shuntian Mansion in broad daylight, and you will be so unlucky?"

Although the middle-aged official family is average in appearance, his gloomy eyes show the person's nature. Today he came for this teahouse. The shopkeeper here is just an ordinary old man and can't find any helpers. But the person in front of him was not Yi and he was beaten to death just now. Is he really a person on the official side? He thought of this idea. His master was high in his position as Shangshu, and today he did something for his uncle. It was no problem for him to be a small official. His confidence suddenly became more and more confident.

"What a nonsense? This boss owes my master a thousand taels of silver. He agreed to pay the debt with this teahouse, so how can he be denied? This guy, don't stop him here because he has some ability. Even if he arrives at Shuntian Mansion, we are right!"

The shopkeeper hiding behind Xu Chunshu plucked up his courage and shouted: "Master, don't listen to their nonsense. These people are trying to seize the shop of the young man. You want to ask the young man to take over the young man!"

Xu Chunshu secretly scolded the shopkeeper for being erratic. It seemed that he had designed to use his own group of people from the beginning. However, he couldn't stand these domineering people. Just as he was about to refute, he caught Feng Wuhen walking out of the inner room surrounded by several guards. He quickly bowed and whispered to tell the matter.

The middle-aged butler He Liang looked at Feng Wuhen in surprise and suspicion, and his face changed from arrogance to peace, and even a little flattering. Although he had never seen the boy in front of him, just by looking at the men who looked like guards, he knew that this person was not something he could afford. It would be better not to have conflicts. He secretly planned that even if the master was in power, he would not turn against other prominent people for his sake. It is important to figure out his origin first.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuhen spoke first: "You are the housekeeper of the Minister of Justice He?"

He Liang heard this condescending tone and instinctively felt something was wrong, "After this young master, the servant master is Lord He. Are the young masters familiar with my master?"

"It may not be familiar with it."

He Liang breathed a sigh of relief when this sentence was said, but the following sentence made him stunned.

"It's just that my uncle and Lord He are close friends. They have always praised Lord He for his many benefits, but they have never been able to go to visit him for an unprecedented visit, which is a pity." Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Such a big tone almost made He Liang choke. However, he had a deep understanding of his master. The casual officials could not catch his eyes at all. The only one who had a deep relationship was the current emperor's quasi-nation uncle, Xiao Yunchao, the Minister of Personnel. His heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that the young man in front of him was the rumored person? He knelt down and kowtowed without thinking: "Slave He Liang, please pay tribute to the Seventh Prince, please forgive me for the offense just now!" He lowered his body deeply, and secretly scolded the uncle in his heart for being troubled. He actually ran into a prince in unlucky way. It was too late to say anything.

The few helpers behind He Liang were all frightened. Seventh Prince? This kind of teahouse used by ordinary people to make fun of a prince. They fell to the ground one by one, and they were beating a drum in their hearts, fearing that they would suffer. Although the shopkeeper who was hiding behind Xu Chunshu was mentally prepared, he was stunned at the moment. After a while, he took a few steps back and knelt down on the ground. When he thought of his idea of ​​fighting a noble man, he felt frightened. He had heard of the rumors on the streets and alleys. This Seventh Prince is not a person who is easy to fool. The two young guys fell down as early as when He Liang knelt down. They were just ordinary people and were young, so they reacted the fastest.

After all, He Weitao is a powerful and powerful nobleman, and Feng Wuhen is too lazy to care about a slave in his family. "Since you can recognize me, then tell me who is interested in this teahouse? Don't use your master to fool me. He is a hard-working person and will not have such time."

"It's my master's brother-in-law Wei Wenlong and Mr. Wei." He Liang whispered, "Mr. Wei has taken a fancy to the city entrance here and is preparing to build a restaurant. With the sign of Yiyun Pavilion, he will definitely make a name in the capital."

"Oh?" Feng Wuhen's eyes lit up. He had heard of Wei Wenlong's name. Unlike his uncle in the mansion of ordinary dignitaries, he was a person with some real skills. "The intention was good. Can't he discuss it well with the boss? This place was worked hard by the boss. You were undoubtedly robbers just now. If the censor was included in one book, would it be Lord He or Uncle Wei be punished?"

If you hadn't suddenly appeared, how could those censors care about such idiots? He Liang said in his heart, but how dare he talk about it, and quickly responded. Another voice came from his head, "I have also heard of Wei Wenlong's reputation. Go back and tell him, and come once if you have time. I'm waiting in the palace, and it depends on whether he will appreciate this face."

This uneven tone made He Liang sweat coldly. Fortunately, Feng Wuhen couldn't see his face, so he didn't lose his ugly face. "As soon as I went back, I reported to Uncle Wei, and I must let him visit the royal palace as soon as possible."

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