Chapter 229 Wei Shuyu's Memorial
Wei Mansion.
Wei Shuyu returned home feeling depressed.
The Silk Road, the Anxi Army...
I haven't even managed to win over Hu County, so how could I possibly persuade His Majesty?
"Shuyu is back?"
Wei Zheng, sitting in the hall, greeted Wei Shuyu with a smile and called out, "Why don't you come over and greet your Uncle Xu?"
Uncle Xu?
Wei Shuyu turned his head to look.
I'll fuck your mother...
Isn't this Xu Jingzong?
You can't get away with this, so you've come here to flatter my dad?
"Cough cough..."
Seeing that Wei Shuyu didn't call out to anyone for a long time, Wei Zheng was a little embarrassed: "Shuyu, I heard from your Uncle Xu that you had a little argument with him at Wuyun Pavilion?"
There's no escaping it.
Xu Jingzong's greatest skill was using clever words and flattery to manipulate the meaning behind words.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been appointed as a compiler.
"Father, may I borrow your study to write a memorial to the throne?"
Wei Shuyu said something and then left in a hurry, without even glancing at Xu Jingzong.
Um?
Wei Zheng was suspicious.
Although my son is usually unreliable when he talks.
But they all had great respect for these uncles and elders.
And he immediately wrote a memorial to the emperor upon arrival...
"Yan tribe, what exactly happened between you?"
Wei Zheng questioned Xu Jingzong.
"Brother Wei, it's just a small misunderstanding," Xu Jingzong said in a trembling voice.
A small misunderstanding?
Now Wei Zheng was certain that it was definitely Xu Jingzong's fault.
As he stood up, Wei Zheng began to dismiss the guests: "If you're not going to tell the truth, then please leave..."
"Brother Wei, you have to believe me."
Xu Jingzong quickly begged for forgiveness, saying, "Back then, we worked together under Li Mi..."
"Shut up!"
Wei Zheng rebuked him sternly.
In Wagangzhai, his status and seniority were higher than Xu Jingzong's.
Now that he is a court attendant, he feels no psychological pressure when he reprimands others.
"If I don't trust my own son, why would I believe your nonsense?"
Wei Zheng bluntly said, "I was saying you hadn't visited my residence in years, and now you're here with fruit and spinach. Turns out you've come to plead for me..."
"Brother Wei, it's really not a big deal."
Xu Jingzong stood up hurriedly: "It was the opening of Wuyun Pavilion. Prince Wei asked me to stand on the stage, but who would have thought... who would have thought I would run into Shuyu."
"You bastard!"
Wei Zheng angrily rebuked, "Are you courting death by getting so close to the King of Wei?"
"And there's the Martial Arts Pavilion, the Literary Arts Pavilion..."
"Which official do you see voluntarily going there?"
Xu Jingzong's mouth moved, but he didn't know how to refute it.
"Alright."
Wei Zheng waved his hand and began to dismiss them: "Take the fruit and spinach back with you. You are not welcome in my Wei residence."
"Brother Wei..."
Xu Jingzong became anxious.
If he were to be dismissed, he might lose the official position he had just been appointed to.
Do I need to say it a second time?
Wei Zheng said coldly, "Even if my son doesn't impeach you, do you think you can still be a drafter in the Imperial Secretariat?"
"The position of Imperial Secretary is a confidential and important one..."
"His Majesty will not employ an official who is adept at playing both sides and forming cliques for personal gain!"
Swish.
Xu Jingzong's face turned deathly pale.
He never imagined that he just wanted to show off in front of others.
As a result, he lost his official position.
"Old Wu, see the guest out!"
Wei Zheng shouted and turned to leave.
"Scholar Xu, please."
The butler gestured an invitation.
Offending the young master and then wanting to plead with the master for mercy? Isn't that foolish?
It's more effective for you to plead with me than to go to the magistrate.
Even if I can't change the outcome, at least I won't yell at you, right?
"Scholar Xu, don't forget your fruit, spinach!" the butler reminded him.
Xu Jingzong paused as he stepped out of the hall, and had no choice but to return to retrieve his belongings.
study.
When Wei Zheng entered the room, he saw Wei Shuyu folding and putting away the memorial.
"Father, you've come at the perfect time."
Wei Shuyu handed the memorial to Wei Zheng: "Remember to submit it to His Majesty for me."
Wei Zheng unfolded the memorial and glanced at it; it was a memorial impeaching Xu Jingzong.
Looking at the unchanging vernacular Chinese, Wei Zheng's lips twitched, and finally turned into a sigh.
That's all...
That's settled then.
If you force him to correct you, you might end up making your son unable to spit out anything.
"Father, where are the books about the Silk Road?" Wei Shuyu suddenly asked.
"What, you're planning to expand along the Silk Road?"
Wei Zheng asked, puzzled, then nodded: "It's a good idea for merchants to start with the Silk Road, that's it..."
"Dad, don't worry about it."
Seeing Wei Zheng rambling on and on, Uncle Wei impatiently interrupted, "Hurry up and give it to me."
"You brat, you dare to order me around now."
Wei Zheng glared and cursed, but still found a few books on the bookshelf.
Wei Shuyu casually flipped through it...
Then he threw the books on the table, turned around and left.
"Why aren't you watching anymore?"
Wei Zheng glared and puffed out his beard.
I went through so much trouble to find it for you, and you just glanced at it and threw it away? What do you mean by that?
"We'll see tomorrow!"
Wei Shuyu's indifferent voice came from outside the door.
The next day.
Wu Qiqi arrived at the Wei residence.
Wei Zheng welcomed them with a smile, and had the steward prepare fruit and chilled drinks, keeping them busy for quite a while.
"Qiqi, Uncle Wei has gone to work. If Shuyu bullies you, send someone to inform Uncle Wei. I'll give him a good beating when I get back."
Before leaving, Wei Zheng was still talking happily.
"Thank you, Uncle Wei."
"Um."
Wei Zheng walked away with his hands behind his back, gaiting in a pigeon-toed manner, and a cheerful smile.
People are in high spirits when they have good news.
It's this Samurai Go, who stays in the Da'an Palace all day, that's why we can't find an opportunity to propose marriage.
"Qiqi, come quick, help me figure out what this means."
Wei Shuyu called out.
Wei Zheng had already brought out the books, so why are you only reading them today?
I really don't understand it...
We recognize the individual characters, but when put together... that's an ancient celestial book.
"oh."
Wu Qiqi obediently accepted the order.
"Wei Shuyu, I'm sweating."
"Yeah?"
Wei Shuyu shouted towards the door, "Little Jiji, come in."
Swish.
Choi Shin-ki appears in a flash.
"To fan the flames of Qiqi." Wei Shuyu tossed over a folding fan.
"..."
Choi Shin-ki is numb.
You call me in and this is what you ask me to do?
"Wait a minute, I'll go get Qiqi a drink first."
Choi Shin-ki took off running.
Once outside: "Remains, the cauldron is calling you in."
Fang Yi'ai scurried in.
Upon hearing "stirring up trouble"?
"Brother, I need to pee first."
Fang Yi'ai has also passed away.
Then……
"Little Shan, your big brother is calling you."
Qin Shandao only realized he had been tricked after he entered.
I want to leave and find someone else.
In the end, he sadly discovered that his scapegoat, Brother Xiu Xiu, was not there.
what to do?
He's just stirring things up...
inside the house.
Wu Qiqi translated and annotated the text, highlighting the important parts.
Wei Shuyu meticulously recorded the details.
Qin Shandao yawned and mechanically fanned the two of them.
"Big brother, I'm going to the Imperial College."
"If you need to take leave, just say it was me who said so."
"..."
Qin Shandao continued to argue, "Then how was I supposed to answer when my father asked me what I learned today?"
"Arm strength!"
"..."
Good grief, does fanning the wind count as arm strength training?
"If you think it's too easy, you can squat in a horse stance and practice the fanning."
Wei Shuyu added another sentence.
"..."
Time flies...
Before we knew it, it was time for the morning assembly again.
Li Shimin sat upright on the dragon throne, discussing state affairs with his ministers.
They inquired about the logistics and provisions for the southern expedition.
After confirming that there were no problems, they discussed some difficult national affairs.
Finally, Li Shimin asked...
"Do any of you gentlemen have anything else to report?"
One breath, two breaths, and still no one stepped forward.
Just as Li Shimin was about to leave the court, Wei Shuyu suddenly took a step forward...
"Your Majesty, I have something to report!"
He bowed slightly, his scepter tucked into his belt, and held a memorial to the throne with solemn respect in both hands.
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