"What's the matter?" Linghu Deshuo said with a glance at Lu Xing.
"Now Wu Zheng has accepted the public loser and became a great disciple of the mountain, and gifted it with a treasure book. To the public loser, it can be said to be grievances with virtue. Wu Hou's mind is incomparable. It's just whether the public loser will give birth to something. Any other ideas?"
Linghu Deshuo smiled slightly: "Just a group of carpenters, what else can you think of?"
Lu Xing hesitated, as if weighing words in his heart, and said: "In recent years, the public losers have relied on the help of the grandfather, and many of the family's children have been given positions in the Ministry of Industry. But now the public losers have become the nephew of the sage. Master has something to guard against!"
Linghu Deshuo smiled playfully, and said, "It's just an engineering department. It's not as serious as you said!"
Lu Xing said: "Have you ever seen Wu Zheng's magical arm?"
Linghu Deshuo nodded, but the smile on his face was beginning to fade away, and then he heard Lu Xing say: "The firecracker that was vacated by the public losing the plum the previous year, you still remember the grandfather of Xiangbi! At first it seemed like a word, and the public losing the plum has also become the laughingstock of the gods, but in the battle in front of Yingtianmen, Wu Hou's two short-term powers made the monks look like Tianwei. Now the two are once again. After the master and apprentice, if a big one is made someday, does the world have to change because of it?"
Linghu Deshuo waved his hand. Although he still didn't say anything, Lu Xing had already retreated. He thought that he had already said everything he should say. As for how the sage master decides whether he is a small doorman, he can stop him. It's fixed.
When Lu Xinglin went out, Linghu Deshuo suddenly said, "Remember that book, I want to read it tomorrow morning."
Lu Xing staggered, almost didn't stumble upon the threshold.
The Zuoxiang’s Mansion is not so impressive. It is just a courtyard with four entrances. It is as shabby as the Wu family and as shabby as the Youxiangfu. The people in the palace are equally shabby. There is no freshness in the House of the Right Minister at all.
Does this mean that Luo Qin is poor? That's not the case, after all, only a few years ago, I took advantage of Wu Zheng's light to win a lot of silver. But Luo Qin is the prime minister, and at the same time he is a scholar, and he can sit in this position entirely by his own hard time reading it out.
Such people are generally a bit pedantic, and the impression of incorruptibility is their mark, and sometimes people can't tell them what is the difference between incorruptibility and poverty.
But there is one good thing. Fortunately, people who come to the door will never find the wrong house. Who is Zuo Xiangfu, a mansion with a high gate, is the most shabby in the whole shop.
Luo Qin always entertains people with a cup of tea. Ju said that he learned it from teacher Xia Lao, but in Wu Zheng’s view, he only learned the form but not the god, because the little master’s tea cup is filled with gold. And his cup is made of tea, and sometimes it may be made of tea foam.
But this does not prevent him from entertaining guests, after all, all of them are like-minded! Not only does he not dislike him for searching, but he also praises him in person or behind his back.
In the flower hall, Luo Qin sat on the floor with people. These people were his colleagues and close friends. They discussed state affairs together, or chanted poems with tea instead of wine.
Today, Luo Qin started a jar of yellow plum wine, which was buried in the garden a few years ago, to drink with friends present.
The sitting person picked up the cup and saw that there was wine in it, so someone would inevitably ask: "Brother Wenchang, the taste of this tea today is a bit wrong, right!"
Luo Qin chuckled, and clicked the questioning rock in the next seat, and smiled: "Brother Mo Song, why bother to ridicule me? If you don't drink it, come back."
This person's name is Yanwen with the word Mosong. He is Luo Qin's Zuo Cheng and also Luo Qin's classmate when he was studying at the Imperial College. Like Luo Qin, he was born in bitter haha, but he also has a heart to save the world and the people.
There is nothing to say about the relationship between the two, and they often come and go, even if they say that the family is good.
Seeing this tea turned into a wine today, Yanwen knew in his heart that something must have happened to Luo Qin's heart again, so he joked that the taste of the tea today was not right.
People are refreshed in happy events, not to mention the two are close friends. Yanwen naturally didn't take Luo Qin's order of chasing a guest seriously, but asked: "Brother Wenchang, I am afraid there will be something happy! Why not say it to make everyone happy together, it is not enough to have fun alone. Right!"
Luo Qin took a sip of wine, put down the cup and pointed at Yan Wen with a smile, "Mo Song who knows me!"
Everyone laughed, looking at Luo Qin so much that they wanted to hear what the happy event was.
Luo Qin sees Guanzi... (End of this chapter)