Chapter 4: You are a cowardly disease ()

"Mr. Liu, what are you kidding?" Feng Xiang shouted injustice and replied with a sad face: "I am a Western electoral official, and a native of Dali Prefecture, Yunnan. I have never taken a step forward in Yunnan. How could it be a spy sent by the court?"

"Of course I know these." Liu Xuanchu said calmly: "It is precisely because I learned from the second prince that you were the Western Selection Officer who was promoted to the prince and was born and raised by Dali Prefecture, Yunnan, that I strongly advised the prince to receive you. Otherwise, Wang Shirong had already suggested that the prince execute Lord Lu immediately, and he would be in trouble."

"Thank you, Mr. Liu." Feng Xiang broke out in a cold sweat, and then realized that he had walked in front of the Ghost Gate. He hurriedly bowed to Liu Xuanchu and asked tremblingly: "Mr. Liu, since you know this, why do you still suspect that the younger generation was sent by the court?"

"Since you are not a spy sent by the court, how did you know that the prince was suffering from a heart disease?" Liu Xuanchu asked calmly: "You are a scholar in Dali and a candidate county magistrate. You have never been to Yunnan and have never been in contact with the court's secret memorials. How can you know that the prince is suffering from a heart disease?"

"Reply to Mr. Liu, I judged it from the residence report published by the court this year." Feng Xiang replied honestly. This time Liu Xuanchu was shocked and asked in surprise: "The residence report published by the court? In addition to the excerpts of the few official memorials, there are some news about the emperor's sacrifice to heaven and ancestors. How can you learn from the above that the prince's heart is in the heart?"

"It's very simple, analyze." Feng Xiang said proudly: "Mr. Liu doesn't know anything. In fact, all kinds of so-called secrets can be found at least 80% from public channels. The younger generation analyzed the prince's heart problems based on these seemingly trivial details."

"Oh, then I'm going to ask for advice." Liu Xuanchu asked, "Mr. Lu, have you analyzed the prince's heart problems from those trivial details?"

"Reply to Mr. Liu, before April this year, seven of the 21 reports from the court involved in Yunnan and Guizhou affairs." Feng Xiang was not humble and answered truthfully: "Four reports mentioned that the Yunnan and Guizhou area was good, border troubles were eliminated, and the country and the people were safe; in the other three, two mentioned that the naturalization of the chieftain of Yunnan and Guizhou was subject to the jurisdiction of the court; the last one appeared an excerpt from the memorial of Wang Xu, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, said that the salary and military pay in Guizhou, Yunnan were more than 3 million silver, of which the local tax revenue accounted for only one-tenth of the expenditure, and the remaining expenses must be provided by other provinces. The expenditure was really huge, so the court requested the court to abolish some of the troops stationed in Yunnan and Guizhou, streamline the number of officials in Yunnan and Guizhou, and use the fiscal expenditure of the two provinces!"

"But the official newspaper also said that Wang Xu's memorial was refuted?" Liu Xuanchu asked with a bright look. Feng Xiang smiled slightly and replied, "Mr. Liu, since the court refuted Wang Xu's memorial, why should it be published on the official newspaper? In addition, the official newspaper also said that the border troubles of Yunnan and Guizhou provinces were eliminated and the chieftains were naturalized. Isn't this a hint that Yunnan and Guizhou provinces no longer need so many garrisons? Mr. Liu, the younger generation connected these things, and the prince requested to hand over the governing power of the chief executive in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces, can the students still not analyze the prince's heart disease?"

When Feng Xiang explained, Liu Xuanchu didn't say a word, and his pair of bright eyes were just staring at Feng Xiang's eyes tightly. Until Feng Xiang finished speaking, Liu Xuanchu stared at Feng Xiang's eyes for a long time, then nodded slightly and said, "Let's go, I will lead you to see the prince." After that, Liu Xuanchu led the way without looking back. Feng Xiang was in a hurry and felt overwhelmed. He didn't know if his explanation had passed, so he just followed Liu Xuanchu up the mountain.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he entered the magnificent Pingxi Palace. Liu Xuanchu arranged for Feng Xiang to rest in the guest room in the front yard for a while and told Feng Xiang to wait patiently. He went into the West Courtyard Garden of Pingxi Palace alone. After a long time, two guards finally came in and bowed to Feng Xiang very politely and said, "Mr. Lu, please follow us. The prince will meet you in Liecuixuan." Feng Xiang nodded and tried to calm down his excitement and tension. Then he followed the two guards out and entered the Prince's Courtyard Garden of Pingxi Palace.

After walking along the winding flower path paved with marble for a long time, Feng Xiang was led by two guards to a large neat and flat lawn. On the edge of the lawn, there was an extremely gorgeous pavilion. There was a person sitting in the pavilion. In the age of fifties, wearing a silk yellow robe, with a handsome face and a striking scar on the bridge of his nose. Six or seven people on both sides were sitting or standing, old, young, handsome and ugly. Wu Yingqi in Liu Xuanchu and Lu Yifeng's memory were also among them, and they were all looking at Feng Xiang with unusual eyes. Feng Xiang first cursed a dog traitor in his heart, and then quickly stepped forward and knelt down on his knees, kowtowed and said, "Lu Yifeng, the magistrate of Yunnan, will meet the prince of Pingxi in the Qing Dynasty. The prince will be blessed with great blessings." Finally, Feng Xiang added another sentence in his heart, "Dog traitor, sooner or later, will kill you!"

"Flat." Wu Sangui, who was sitting in the middle, said lightly: "Lu Yifeng, get up, get closer, let me take a closer look at you."

"Thank you, Prince." Feng Xiang cursed again in his heart, then stood up, walked carefully to Wu Sangui ten steps in front of Wu Sangui, and asked Wu Sangui to look at himself carefully. After Wu Sangui looked at Feng Xiang for a moment, he suddenly turned around and smiled at Liu Xuanchu and said, "Mr. Maoxia, no wonder you admire this County Magistrate Lu. As expected, you are all human beings, like you. They look ordinary, but in fact they are full of talent. If it weren't for Mr. Maoxia, you told me about the magic of County Magistrate Lu in advance, I would have missed it once."

"Fuck! I was much more handsome than I am now!" Feng Xiangtian roared in shameless heart. In fact, if it weren't for the disgusting rat tail of money on his head, Feng Xiang's body was white and fat, but he was more handsome than the black and thin body in the past. Liu Xuanchu smiled and replied: "The prince has been awarded too much, but County Magistrate Lu is indeed a rare young hero, full of good learning, and I hope the prince will treat him well."

"Mr. Liu and County Magistrate Lu are looking at mung beans, and they are in love with each other." A young scholar with a very handsome appearance smiled and said sarcastically: "Although Mr. Liu rarely praises people like this, the prince just praised County Magistrate Lu and Mr. Liu as the same kind of person. Is this kind of thing Mr. Liu's words a bit suspicious of being a princess who sells melons and boasts?"

"Mr. Wang, did you say that?" Liu Xuanchu asked calmly. The handsome scholar smiled happily and replied: "Mr. Liu, don't think about it anymore. I didn't say that you said that you said that. I just said that, there is a possibility, there is a possibility."

"Hahahahaha..." The other people present burst into laughter. Wu Sangui, who had long been accustomed to his subordinates' biting each other, couldn't help but smile, while Liu Xuanchu stretched his face. At this time, Feng Xiang suddenly clasped his fists at Wu Sangui and asked respectfully: "I'm not sure if the prince said the words 'embroidered pillow'?"

"Of course I said it." Wu Sangui replied inexplicably. Feng Xiang smiled and asked the handsome scholar again: "So, Mr. Wang, did you think of the next sentence when the prince said embroidered pillows?"

"That sentence?" The handsome scholar was also stunned. Liu Xuanchu, who had just stretched his face, laughed, "Mr. Wang, the next sentence of embroidered pillows is usually a bag of grass in his belly. Occasionally, someone says it more directly, embroidered pillows - straw bags! But don't be too careful, I can guarantee that the prince is definitely not talking about you, and Lord Lu has no meaning, it's just association, association. Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha." The scholar Junxiu's face turned from white to blue. The few people next to him were stunned, and then suddenly burst into laughter. Wu Sangui also laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, pointing at Feng Xiang and cursed: "Good boy, he is worthy of being the one who is favored by Mr. Maoxia. Sure enough, you are wearing a pair of pants with him! But you, you dare to offend Mr. Wang Shirong as soon as you entered the Pingxi Palace. Don't you know that Mr. Wang is also my right-hand man. If you are the magistrate of Qujing, aren't you afraid that he will give you little shoes?"

"Go back to the prince." Feng Xiang replied with a humility and arrogance: "The humble position is to serve as an official for the prince and the second prince. As long as the humble position is loyal to the prince and the second prince and devote himself to it, he believes that the prince and the second prince will definitely not treat the humble position unfairly, nor will he be wronged." After that, Feng Xiang added with a smile, "When the second prince decided to assign the humble position to take over the magistrate of Qujing, he also said that as long as the humble position is loyal to the prince, then the humble position will not be afraid of anything. Therefore, the humble position will not be afraid of anything."

"Is that so? Ying Qi, have you said this to Lu Yifeng?" Everyone likes to hear good words. Although they know that Feng Xiang's words were probably deliberately praising him and Wu Yingqi, Wu Sangui still laughed happily and turned around and asked his second son Wu Yingqi. Wu Yingqi hadn't seen the smile of the traitor father for several days. Seeing Wu Sangui laughing happily, Wu Yingqi dared not to make up for fun, so he nodded and replied: "Best father, I have explained this to Lord Lu, but I didn't expect that Lord Lu would really remember his son's words in his heart."

"No," Wu Sangui nodded, praising Wu Yingqi for the first time in a few days: "The local official I chose this time is quite good. Finally, it is not like the Yanyuan County Magistrate last time. I dare to give me eight taels of salt tax! When choosing people in the future, I have to have more eyes like this time, and choose more talents like Lu Yifeng." Wu Yingqi agreed with a smile, and nodded to Feng Xiang, expressing his appreciation. The confidants present at Wu Sangui were all smiling. Knowing that Wu Sangui's mood was getting better, the hard life he had lived these days was considered a turning point. However, Wang Shirong's face turned pale and glanced at Feng Xiang at the corner of his eyes. He wanted to kick Feng Xiang to death.

After finally waiting for enough laughter, Wu Sangui sat upright, put away his smile and asked seriously at Feng Xiang, "Lu Yifeng, I have already seen the pulse case you prescribed for me, and I think it's good. I want to ask you now, what disease do you think I am suffering from?"

Feng Xiang did not answer, and looked around first. Wu Sangui understood Feng Xiang's thoughts and said lightly: "It's okay to just say it. Those who are here are either my confidant, or my brother or son, which is reliable."

"Then I will say it." Feng Xiang bowed and said in a panic: "But before I say the prince's name, I have to ask the prince to forgive the offense of Huyi."

"Tell me, stop talking too much." Wu Sangui waved his hand, with an impatient expression on his face. Feng Xiang clasped his fists and thanked him again, stood up straight, cleared his throat, and then said seriously: "Prince, I think you are suffering from a disease of timidity! In layman's terms, it is a disease of timidity! A disease of cowardice!"

"What?" Before Feng Xiang finished speaking, the people present, including Liu Xuanchu, changed their faces. Wu Sangui was stunned at first, then jumped up suddenly, shouting with a blue face: "What did you say? I am a timid? I am a cowardly?! When I went to the battlefield to chop people, your father was still raising breasts in your grandma's arms. How dare you say I am a timid? I am a cowardly?!"
Chapter completed!