Chapter 381 My Family

Before the mahogany chair in the Privy Council was hot, Yang Jing was dismissed. Although he had always wanted to be a rich man, it happened so suddenly that he always felt a little uncomfortable.

It's just that this unhappiness can't be known to others. Therefore, in the early morning, when Zhao Dezhao announced the dismissal of his deputy secretary, Yang Jing showed how much loss he had.

But it was quite a shock to other courtiers. At least, this matter conveyed an important message. A few days ago, the favored Wen Wuhou offended the official family.

As for the reason, they have their own guesses in their hearts, and there are many reasons inferred. These are probably not important. The most important thing is that everyone understands that the Marquis Wenwu has lost power.

Ignoring the twinkling eyes around him, Yang Jing whispered and did not say anything in the whole morning. After waiting for the court affairs, compared with the three, five courtiers who once came forward and smiled and talked up, today it seemed quite deserted. The courtiers were all in groups, whispering and secretly staring at him.

The world is like this. If you gain momentum, everyone will flock to it. If you lose power, you will stay away from it, and even fall into the stone.

I ignored it. Yang Jing hurriedly left the palace. After the loss in his heart, he felt more relaxed. He had nothing to do. He lived a rich life, and it was good to be happy.

But now, there is still something important to do.

I boarded the carriage and said to Xiao Muchun, and the carriage went straight to the Duke of Qi. Today, it was the Duke of Qi who went out of the city

At first, Yang Jing didn't know the day of

, but when he talked to Zhao Dezhao last night, the other party inadvertently said it. Now that you heard it, how can you not say goodbye?

When he met Wang Pu, Yang Jing was on duty in Hanlin, and his position was low. Later, Yang Jing had less contact with Wang Pu after several times of life and death. It was only on the night of the palace change that he realized that the gentle old man was the controller of the 'role of the net'.

Without Wang Pu and Wei Zhuang, there would be no way for Zhao Dezhao to ascend the throne, and there would be no way for Yang Jing to die.

Of course, Yang Jing did not understand why Wang Pu and Wei Zhuang exposed the dark line of many years of business, just to assist Zhao Dezhao ascending the throne?

Zhao Guangyi has been an emperor for many years. Wang Pu can hold the 'net' tightly in his hand. There must be something extraordinary. How can Zhao Dezhao's means be compared with Zhao Guangyi, and why does Wang Pu willingly let go?

However, these are not important. It really connects Yang Jing with Wang Pu because of Zhao Dezhao's words that Wang Pu is the godfather of Luo's daughter.

The carriage was like a swimming fish and shuttled flexibly in the crowd of people in the lively market. In front of the entrance of the alley in front of the Guogong Mansion, Xiao Muchun stopped the carriage, just because a few slender shadows in front of them were standing head up. It was Luo's daughter, Chai Qingyun and Ba Mei.

"Brother Xiao, is Liulang here?"

Seeing Xiao Muchun, Luo's daughter, who had been waiting for a long time, led the eighth sister to greet her and couldn't wait to ask.

In the car, hearing this familiar sound, Yang Jing lifted the curtain and came out. At the fourth watch, Luo's girl got up and had breakfast with him. It was just an ordinary clothes. At this moment, her hair turned into a heavenly bun. A touch of hair went around the white forehead, the jade ears were dripping a wisp of green silk, and the three-winged warbler feather beads were inserted diagonally between the hair buns. The clothes on the body are also different. A long skirt decorated with lotus flowers on the edge of green water, a silver silk dress on the shoulders, and embroidered beaded shoes on the feet.

Just that time, standing there, like a bay of fine water in the secluded valley, elegant and refined, it was really beautiful and touching, which stunned Yang Jing.

"The sixth brother!"

When he was distracted, Yang Jing was pulled back by the eighth sister. The little girl shook his sleeves and a mischievous look flashed in her big eyes. "Sixth brother, haven't you seen Sister Luo?"

"Why hasn't he seen Qing'er's sister? He just saw a beautiful little lady, and her legs and feet are a little unable to walk."

Chai Qingyun smiled at the corners of his mouth, and Yubu came over.

"Where is the beautiful little lady, Sister Chai, why didn't you see the fish?"

Yang Jing didn't feel shy when Bamei and Chai Qingyun sang and joked, but Luo's girl was Xiafei's cheeks, and her white face was like thick rouge, delicate.

It made him feel refreshed.

Another joke, several people walked towards the alley together. The State Mansion was hidden in the deep alley. If it hadn't been for Chai Qingyun, I'm afraid it would be easy to find for a while.

When knocking on the door, Yang Jing obviously felt the awkwardness of the Luo girl beside him. He lowered his head and stirred his fingers together. The bead butterfly on the embroidered shoes kept shaking its wings because of the trembling of his body.

Knowing that she was nervous, Yang Jing couldn't help grabbing Luo's daughter's hand and whispered, "Qing'er, it's okay. The old man is kind, and he is also your godfather. This is to see his family. There is no need to panic."

"Liulang is right. Sister Qing'er, Lord Wang is very easy to get along with, and Sister Qinger is also dignified and soft. Lord Wang must be happy to see it."

Chai Qingyun said a few words of comfort on the side. In this way, Luo's woman's mood was greatly eased. After a while, she heard a sound from the house and pulled her hand out of Yang Jing's hand.

"Squeak..."

Zhu Men opened a gap, and the middle-aged man in a black robe poked out his body. Seeing this man, he couldn't help but think of the doubts of those years. At that time, he was confused about why such a master was willing to be Wang Pu's servant. At present, there is an answer. It is not surprising that Wang Pu holds a 'net' in his hand and has a master of gas under his command.

When someone came to see Yang Jing and several women, they were also slightly stunned. Then they came out from behind the door and bent down and said, "I've seen the princess, I've seen the marquis."

"Don't be polite."

Yang Jing hurriedly supported him. In terms of status, he was the Marquis of the Song Dynasty. In terms of cultivation, he was also on the qi. It was okay to receive a salute from a middle-aged man. However, the other party put down and was willing to take care of Wang Pu as a servant. He must be a loyal man.

Since they are affectionate and righteous people, they should be respected. Why should we restrain these red tapes?

Helping up the middle-aged man, Yang Jingyu said in a sad voice, "I heard that the old man is leaving Beijing. Yang Jing came to say goodbye to the old man."

Hearing this, a trace of gratitude flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "Thank you, marquis."

After saying that, Yang Jing and others were introduced into the house. The house was not big, but there were not many servants, so it seemed a little empty.

Following the middle-aged man, I soon saw Wang Pu standing on the steps not far away, with an indigo gown and white hair in a jade hairpin, staring at the rockery in front of him, and let the spring breeze blow his clothes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Your Excellency."

The middle-aged man came forward and whispered, and Wang Pu slowly came to his senses. When he saw Yang Jing and his party, he immediately laughed and bent down to salute.

"My lord, this can't be used!"

Yang Jing could not accept his gift. He hurriedly retreated to one side, and Chai Qingyun also dodged elsewhere.

Thinking that he was going to sue him to return to his hometown, Wang Pu was not too polite, so he stopped saluteing and asked the middle-aged man to prepare tea. He smiled and said to Yang Jing, "Marquis, why do you have time to come here?"

"I heard that the old man left Beijing today, and Yang Jing came specially to see him off."

Hearing the words, Wang Pu brushed his white beard and sighed softly, "After running around for dozens of years, it's time to go back and forth. It's time to go back. The older you are, the more you miss your childhood."

Fallen leaves need to return to the root, and the nostalgia is the most annoying.

Thinking of this, Yang Jing couldn't help but feel a little sad. If he was as white as Wang Pu, would he have a home to return to?

The sourness that eroded his heart in the middle of the night couldn't help but gushed out. Unconsciously, his eyes turned red.

This scene was seen by Wang Pu, who couldn't help laughing, "For so long in the north, life and death should be seen through. Why are you so affectionate?"

"A sentimental has been hurt and parting since ancient times."

Without making a defense, Yang Jing squeezed his eyes and smiled honestly, "There are countless life and death in the world, but who can really put down his emotions and be a cold-blooded and ruthless person?"

Wang Pu nodded, "That's true. If you were a hard-hearted person, we wouldn't do it that way."

There seems to be something in the words.

But before Yang Jing could react, Wang Pu turned around and pointed to Luo's daughter, "Is this little lady Luo Qing?"

"Exact"

Yang Jing answered with a smile. Seeing that Luo's daughter was uneasy again, she walked over and led him to Wang Pu.

After a little careful look, Wang Pu smiled and nods, "Yes, it's really the little lady of Hui Lanxin. If I can get this righteous daughter, it can also be regarded as a blessing sent by God."

Hearing this, Luo's daughter would not hesitate. She hurriedly bent down to be blessed, "Qing'er has seen the adoptive father."

When the adoptive father shouted, Wang Pu immediately laughed out, and then took out an object in his arms. "Since it's the first time we met, the godfather has nothing else to give it to you. Maybe Qing'er can still use it in the future."

What he takes in his hand is a gold medal. The secret net on the gold medal is like half a shield. It is exactly what Yang Jing saw on the night of the palace change. It can be combined with the gold medal of Weizhuang, and it can also be called the gold medal of the 'luowang' department.

Although Wang Pu handed the gold medal to Luo's daughter, he looked at Yang Jing with a smile. There was no need to say more about his meaning. Naturally, he gave it to Yang Jing.

It's just that Zhao Dezhao retreats from the court. Under Zhao Dezhao's aggressive offensive, the 'net' will definitely cease to exist. What's the significance of this gold medal?

However, Wang Pu handed it out, it will not be an unprovoked move. I think it has some intention.

The gold medal was handed to Luo's daughter. She looked hesitant. She didn't know whether she should reach out. Seeing that Yang Jing and Chai Qingyun did not open their mouths, she put the gold medal into her hand, "Qing'er, thank you, godfather."

"Haha, this is also the fate between you and me. Unfortunately, I'm about to leave Beijing, but I can't see the appearance of Qinger on the sedan chair."

As he spoke, Wang Pu walked down the steps. Yang Jing followed closely. Luo's daughter and Chai Qingyun looked at each other and took a rest as the middle-aged man entered the living room to drink tea.

In the pavilion, Wang Pu stood with his hands behind his back. It was here. On that day, he reached an agreement with Zhao Dezhao. At this moment, standing in this pavilion, somehow, there was a sense of desolation in his heart.

"Do you think it's strange why I gave you the supreme order of 'the net'?"

Hearing this, Yang Jing did not say anything, which was regarded as acquiescence that he did have this idea.

"The officials have suffered a lot over the years, so they are extremely insecure, and it is inevitable to attack the 'net'. However, in the eyes of outsiders, the 'net' will fall apart and soon it will not exist in the world. In fact, it is not the case.' The net is to trap the world, so how can it be easy to hurt the muscles and bones?

Wang Pu's thin and weak body suddenly burst into a confident momentum, just like pointing out the country, who is left between heaven and earth.

And Yang Jing was extremely shocked, but after the shock, there were more doubts. If the 'sleet' was really dense in the world, how could it be handed over to him?

Perhaps he saw Yang Jing's confusion. Wang Pu brushed his beard and smiled and said a sentence that he had never thought of.

"Tao Ke Dao, not Heng Dao. The name can be a name, not a permanent name.