278, The Old Man Who Practices Taoism (9) (1/2)

Mr. Wei was completely stiff, but with his smooth moves just now, no one thought he was frightened. Instead, they thought it was the style of a master.

The emperor, who had come out incognito, looked at Mr. Wei who looked like a frail scholar in front of him. His eyes showed some admiration, and he wanted to say a few more words to him. Someone behind him reminded him in a low voice, "Master, it's almost time."

He looked at Mr. Wei with a somewhat regretful look. He thanked Mr. Wei and the stiff Mr. Wei hurriedly ducked aside, and the group continued to move forward in a hurry.

The assassin was forced to follow behind.

Seeing that the man who did not wear a dragon robe or sit on a dragon chair but had the face of an emperor left, Mr. Wei relaxed all over and almost collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, before his body went limp, a slender hand held him firmly, and then he barely stood still and looked at his father, who was watching the emperor leave, "Father, that, that is..."

"You don't have to worry about who that is."

Wei Mingyan's calm voice sounded, "You just need to know that you saved him."

Mr. Wei is really going to faint now.

That was a saving grace!

"Let's go."

"Father, where are we going?"

The old man let go of his son's hand and raised his lips slightly, "Drink tea."

***

When they arrived at the teahouse, Wei Mingyan asked for a private room. Mr. Wei, who had shrunk into a quail since he saw the name of the teahouse, carefully approached his father after the waiter left.

"Father, this teahouse is very expensive."

"Father knows."

"Father, the family is in a tight situation...here, just one visit to this teahouse costs dozens of taels of silver."

"Father knows."

Mr. Wei looked at his father who was enjoying his tea. After holding it in for a long time, he couldn't say anything more to persuade him, so he had to sit down aggrievedly.

Speaking of which, this teahouse has been open in the city for many years, but this is the first time for Mr. Wei to come here.

Nothing else, just because it's expensive.

Even if someone invites you, you don't dare to come. It's not like you won't return the invitation after being invited. If you come to a place like this when you are invited, will you have the nerve to go to a place with cheaper prices next time?

I never expected that my father would bring me here for the first time.

Wei Mingyan took another sip of tea and said with a smile, "This tea still tastes the same as it did decades ago."

This familiar look made Mr. Wei finally remember that when he was young, before the warlock appeared, his father also liked to play outside every day. I heard that at that time, his father would go around with his father-in-law every day. Looking for | having fun.

It was only after his mother passed away that his father gradually became silent, huddled in the small courtyard, and stayed behind closed doors all day long. This made him feel that his father had been like that from the beginning.

"Ziqing, do you still remember the calculations I did for you before you became a father?"

Mr. Wei nodded confusedly.

"Your superiors value you, your subordinates hate you, but there is a noble person who will help you."

"Just now, wasn't the person you rescued on the street a noble person?"

Mr. Wei's pupils suddenly tightened. Yes, in this world, there is no one more noble than the emperor. What's more, he still saved the emperor.

Could it be that from that day on, my father...

wrong!

He suddenly came back to his senses, his face was tangled, and he quietly looked at Wei Mingyan's face, "Father, my son gets along harmoniously with his subordinates and they are good friends. He is the most peaceful person. How could he hate me?"

Afraid that his father would be unhappy, Mr. Wei coughed dryly and hurriedly handed it up the steps, "Maybe you are talking about a subordinate's subordinate. Although my son has a low official position, he still manages a lot of people."

It's just that he is the only one who can be called his subordinate seriously.

"No, I'm talking about him."

Wei Mingyan chuckled lightly, put down the tea cup, and turned his head to look at his son, "Do you still remember who asked you out on the day you met your daughter Xiang?"

"Of course he is the Crown Prince of Liang, how can he be with..."

Mr. Wei's words stopped abruptly.

Yes, it was indeed Prince Liang who made an appointment with him that day, but when he got there, he could see his subordinate.

At that time, he still wondered why his subordinates knew Prince Liang.

If he hadn't been there, Mr. Wei wouldn't have let down his guard so easily, nor would he have followed them on the street.

Thinking about it now, the two of them had clearly been persuading him to accept the woman that day.

If he hadn't left without money, maybe he would have brought it back.

But, how could it be him...

They obviously cherish each other and have never had any disputes when working together.

Even, almost, they got married on the fingertips.

Mr. Wei's brain was in a mess, and he could not connect the sinister things like his daughter Xiangna with his gentle and kind subordinate.

He tried hard to explain, "But, what's the deal with the Shangguan's appreciation? My son's Shangguan has always been as serious as ice and never showed a half-smile to me. Last time, he even pushed my son out..."

Yes, definitely not.

Even if his father made the right choice for the nobles and the right subordinates, how could the superior officer appreciate him?

Seeing Mr. Wei's pale expression as he tried to convince himself, Wei Mingyan pulled him to the window.

"Stand here and listen carefully."

listen?

Listen to what?

Mr. Wei stood by the window with a confused face. He didn't hear anything for a while. He looked back in confusion, but he could only see his father drinking tea slowly.

He didn't dare to disobey his father's order, so he just stood there.

Until a familiar voice suddenly sounded, "Your Majesty, I am honored to meet you."

Wasn't that Shangguan's voice...

Master Wei's body suddenly stiffened, and he didn't know whether he was stiff because he heard the familiar voice or because of the content of the sentence.

Your Majesty...

He was actually paying respects to Your Majesty.

Master Wei's mind was in a mess. He was surprised that Shangguan would meet with Your Majesty in private, and he didn't understand why his father knew this.

He stood there stiffly for a while until he suddenly heard Shangguan mention his name.

"Wei Ziqing?" The emperor's puzzled voice came, "I have never heard of this name, why did you recommend it to me?"

Then, in Master Wei's impression, Shangguan, who always used a gloomy face to him and never said a soft word, praised him lavishly.

He was diligent, loyal to the emperor and patriotic. He never sought credit for his work and never cared if someone else stole his limelight. When the flood came, as a superior, he was willing to stand in the most dangerous place to save people.

And the most important thing is that he has a good ability to handle affairs. If he had not never been willing to take credit or show his face, he would have been promoted long ago.

"Your Majesty, Ziqing is indeed good at handling affairs, but he is too easy-going and has no defense. Last time, the third prince was traveling with us, and I specially arranged for him to welcome the prince. In the end, I found out that he was plotted against and the women he found were all ugly. If the third imperial concubine had not happened to come to see him that day and happened to resolve this farce, I don’t know what would have happened."

"When the third prince asked who arranged it, I asked him to meet the third prince again, but he just sat there until he said goodbye. It really made me not know whether to laugh or sigh."

The familiar, helpless voice presented a different truth to Master Wei.

He recalled that day, when he was called to sit down tremblingly, Shangguan had indeed been leading him to talk to the Third Prince, but he was afraid that the Third Prince would blame him, so he refused to show up.

So, this was the truth.

He thought he had made a mistake, but in fact, Shangguan thought he had made a contribution, so he specially asked him to show up in front of the Third Prince.

He thought Shangguan hated and despised him, but in fact, he spoke for him in front of His Majesty.

Thinking about it carefully, it was his subordinates who told him that the Third Prince was furious about the woman, and Shangguan asked him to go to put all the wrong things on him.

Master Wei trusted him, and the incident that day involved the prince's family affairs, and no one who knew about it should spread it, so he just "naturally" misunderstood it.

And that Nv Erxiang, the person he regarded as a good friend, did she know about it...

The sun was shining on him, but Master Wei just felt cold all over.

If his father hadn't told him, he might not know the truth until his death.

He would still think that his superior hated him and pushed him out, and his subordinates were on good terms with him and were thinking about him.

His Majesty over there accepted the praise from his superior and said that he would summon Wei Ziqing to see if he was really as good as he said.

Wei Mingyan stepped forward, and his men gently put their hands on his son's arm. It seemed that he did not use much force, but he easily pulled him away from the window.

After sitting down, he took another sip of tea, "How is it, is my father's calculation accurate?"

Mr. Wei's face turned pale, and he nodded in a trance, "I never knew, this, this..."

"What's the matter, my father's calculations are always accurate, how can I accept money if it's not accurate."

"How much silver did you bring with you?"

Mr. Wei took out the money, "That's all."

The old man took the money and called directly: "Waiter, settle the bill."

After settling the bill, Mr. Wei had just taken the silver from the account, and only three copper coins were left.

After going downstairs, the father and son walked together. Because of what happened just now, Master Wei remained silent and was still in a trance.

Just after going downstairs and walking to a stall on the side, Wei Mingyan suddenly looked at the cloth tiger on a stall on the right side of the restaurant.

"That cloth tiger looks good, go buy it and bring it home to me. I want to take it home for my good granddaughter to play with."

Master Wei was still in a trance, looking over there confusedly, "Father, don't we have one at home?"

"Go quickly, I'll wait for you here."

It was difficult to obey his father's orders. No matter how unwilling he was, Master Wei still had to go to the stall and picked up a cloth tiger.

"How much is this cloth tiger?"

The stall owner took a look at the robe that Master Wei was wearing, "Four cents."

Master Wei, who had just taken out the only three cents he had, said: "...Can it be cheaper?"

His face turned red with embarrassment, and he dared not raise his eyes, fearing that he would see the sneering eyes of the people around him, "I only have three cents on me."

The stall owner was a little disappointed, because he thought that this person was an official.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you three cents."

Master Wei thanked him, took the cloth tiger, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards his father.

Behind him, the two people who had just come out of the door stopped.

One of them, with a long beard and an older look, pointed at Master Wei's back and said, "Look, that's Wei Ziqing."

The emperor in gorgeous clothes looked at him in amazement, "It's him."

The old man was puzzled: "Do you recognize him?"

"We only met once today, and I have a deep impression."

"To be able to sit in an official position and still be so frugal, it is indeed as you said, a good official."

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