Chapter 50: Magical Making (2)

The Wang family next to Lingfei Lane, which is next to the martial arts school, is not the old family of Jinling. It is just that the ancestors of the three generations ago produced a third-rank high-rank official who became the envoy of the Communist Party of Nanjing, so they settled in the six dynasties. With the mercy of ancestors, the Wang family also inherited a fourth-rank martial arts title that does not have to work. It is only a middle-class and upper-class in Jinling City. But who expected that a golden phoenix flew out of the small temple. This poor family that had obviously developed a lady of Wei has become a place with a lot of people. Some people who wanted to inherit military positions, some people who talked about human relations, and some people who wanted to transfer to the yamen to promote... There are all kinds of things.

In the evening, there was a long carriage parked at the Wang family's seemingly shabby gate, and there were seven or eight people sitting in the narrow place in the gatehouse on the right side of the gate. Even so, all of them were smiling. After all, it was always much better to be able to enter this door than to wait outside without hope. While only speaking, Wu Shouzheng, who obviously had an accent in the outside world, was naturally excluded from the outside. He didn't care, but just kept leaning out and looking out, turning a deaf ear. When there was a lot of noise outside the door, he quickly stood up. Sure enough, the next moment, someone picked up a curtain and stuck it into his head.

"Old Wu, no wonder I asked me to go to the inn to find you. It turns out that you are waiting at my door. Come out quickly and stop being too busy!"

Seeing Wu Shouzheng agreeing and running out of the door, everyone waiting in the narrow room couldn't help but look at each other. Someone who recognizes Wang Shikun could not help but explain a few words in a low voice. For a moment, the person who had just made a speech to mock the middle-aged fat man who was like a nouveau riche in the country almost regretted his intestines. Seeing that there was another servant coming in and pouring tea, someone could ask about the whole story, but the servant's answer almost choked.

"That's the person the eldest master likes, who knows what the origin is!"

Wang Shikun naturally didn't know that a rude servant said something bad, but he actually gave him a black look among the visitors. After he took Wu Shouzheng into the car, he saw that the man looked around and looked around with a cramped face. He said with a angrily folded his hand and said, "Don't show this sneaky look when you arrive at the Duke of Wei's mansion later, otherwise I will be scolded by my elder sister, and I won't spare you!"

Wu Shouzheng suddenly widened his eyes and stammered: "Wei...the Duke's Mansion of Wei?"

Seeing that Wang Shikun moved his chin, Wu Shouzheng immediately showed an even more fearful expression, but remembered the scene of seeing Xu Xun this morning. Thinking that the young boy, who was the young man, had predicted the matter with a word, he naturally became awe. While lowering his head and pretending to be respectful, he would definitely take the words prepared in his stomach seriously. In this way, he was naturally absent-minded along the way. Although Wang Shikun didn't care about his attitude, the servant who was serving him was sent to Wang Shikun by Mrs. Wang, so he could not take his situation into his heart.

Although it was not yet banned at night, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. As soon as the carriage drove into the wooden archway at the west end of Changfu Street, it immediately slowed down. One of the followers walking with the carriage in front had already rushed to the Xijiao Gate of the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion, and wrote the post with both hands. After a while, the Xijiao Gate made way open. Without even checking, he put a person in wait. After the carriage passed the corridor and turned two turns, he stopped in front of a small courtyard.

Wu Shouzheng, who followed Wang Shikun and jumped out of the car, quickly looked at the corner of his eyes for a moment, then he lowered his head into the middle room with the guidance of the person. After sitting down, he spoke first and said thank you. He noticed that Wang Shikun had not followed in, and his heart couldn't help but feel even more up and down. However, there was a longer wait. After drinking the cup of tea for a long time, his stomach gradually roared. After a long time, a sound of talking came from behind the screen in the middle. He secretly raised his eyes and looked at the gap under the screen, and saw many exquisite embroidered shoes embroidered with flowers and birds passing by, and he was stunned for a moment.

"But Mr. Wu?"

After hearing this question, Wu Shouzheng jumped up from the chair with a trembling heart. He wanted to bow but felt too disrespectful. He kowtowed and was afraid that he would be abrupt. He quickly bowed almost ninety degrees, and then he said respectfully: "It's Xiaomin who has met the wife of Wei."

"Mr. Wu doesn't need to be polite, but it's okay to sit." A soft voice came from the screen, but under this sound, the whole room was inaudible, as if the rest of the voices were all holding their breath. "My brother has always been accustomed to being naughty, and there are many places to offend people all day long. Mr. Wu saw that he was still young, but please give me some more words."

"I dare not, don't dare." Wu Shouzheng, who had just sat down with his body down, jumped up again in a hurry, bowing deeply to the ground, "Xiaomin is just a vulgar person, how can he talk about guiding the prince?"

"Oh? Mr. Wu is too humble. If you hadn't known it specifically before, how could I know who the guests whom Eunuch Fu had invited were before, and how could I have revealed this festival? It was a smooth and smooth remedy for this matter. Mr. Wu has made great contributions. Speaking of which, I would like to thank Mr. Wu for thanks to Mr. Wu."

Although it was just an understatement, Wu Shouzheng felt trembling in his heart. When he remembered Xu Xun's previous reminder that it would be better to tell the truth, he hurriedly repaid and said with a smile: "Xiaomin really dared not be the words of Mrs. Wei. Xiaomin didn't expect that there would be such a coincidence. The person who had only seen once in the day was the guest of Eunuch Fu's seat. Now he still feels incredible. This is the thing..."

He told the truth about going to see Xu Xun that morning and wanting to spend money to see Wu Xiong, the prefect of Yingtian, so he turned around and went to Qingping Tower with Wang Shikun in the evening, and asked the servant about Fu Gong's origin. Finally, he talked about waiting outside for a long time to send Xu Xun back. He encountered the fire in Taiping again. At first, he said a little bumpy, but gradually became calm and naturally described it vividly.

Mrs. Wang, behind the screen, was wearing a half-old stone-green, cross-collared, slanted right-sided shirt, which looked simple, but her appearance was a bit transcendent that was common to noble people. She leaned on the chair of the Grand Master and listened to Wu Shouzheng's speech with thoughtfulness, and looked at Wang Shikun beside her and the servant next to her who had never dared to look up. Seeing that the two of them showed no strange expressions to Wu Shouzheng's words, the servant nodded gently whenever she went to a critical place. She knew that the person outside did not dare to lie, so she naturally looked calm as she listened. However, at the end, what Wu Shouzheng said suddenly as if he woke up made her smile suddenly.

"The wife of the Good Teaching Learned that when Xiaomin held a banquet for Mr. Xu Liu, Kuiyuan hugged He Gaosheng, she saw someone give Mr. Xu Qi a big red name sting. Xiaomin inquired that except for those who had ordered Hanlin, only the old men from the Nei Shutang could use this color sting on weekdays. Mr. Xu Qi did not know many people, and Xiaomin was panicked. It was for the sake of the big red name sting that Xiaomin followed Mr. Wang to Qingping Tower that morning, he remembered to go to Mr. Xu Qi's way to get a way out, but ended up hitting a nail. According to Xiaomin's later speculation, it was probably given by Mr. Fu."

The surprise on Mrs. Wang's face came and went quickly, and in a moment she returned to normal. She asked Wu Shouzheng a few more questions, and then nodded and ordered the wife of the manager to go out and send a table of guests to Wu Shouzheng for use. When the person left, she turned away and served the people around, leaving only two confidant mothers, and then reached out to call Wang Shikun over.

"Then Xu Xun told you that Eunuch Fu gave him a big red thorn?"

"No." Wang Shikun shook his head depressedly and said angrily, "He just kept telling me that it was the first time he and Eunuch Fu met in Qingping Tower... This kid dared to lie to me!"
Chapter completed!