278. The old man who practices Taoism (9) (1/2)

278. The old man who practices Taoism (9) (1/2)

Master Wei was completely stiff, but with his smooth moves just now, no one thought he was frightened, but 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 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 long, slender hand held him firmly, and then he barely stood still and looked at his father, who was watching the emperor's departure, "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 well with his subordinates and they are good friends. He has the most peaceful temperament, how can 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 one person who can be called his subordinate seriously.

"No, I'm talking about him."

Wei Mingyan chuckled lightly, put down the teacup, 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 decision about the nobles and his 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?

What to listen to?

Mr. Wei stood by the window with a confused look on his 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 did not dare to disobey his father's order, so he could only stand there dryly.

Until a familiar voice suddenly sounded, "Wei Chen has met your Majesty."

Isn't that Shangguan's voice...

Mr. Wei stiffened suddenly. He didn't know whether it was because he heard the familiar voice or because of the content of this sentence.

His Majesty……

He was actually paying homage to His Majesty.

Mr. Wei's mind was in a mess. He was surprised at the moment that Shangguan would meet with His Majesty in private. At the same time, 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?" came the emperor's puzzled voice, "I have never heard of this name, why does Aiqing recommend it to me?"

Then, in Mr. Wei's impression, there was the lavish praise from Shangguan who always looked at him with a serious face and never refused to say a soft word.

He was diligent, loyal and patriotic. He worked hard and never asked for credit. He never cared if someone stole the limelight. When the flood came, as a commander, he was willing to stand in the most dangerous place to save people.

The most important thing is that his ability to handle affairs is very good. If he hadn't never refused to take credit or show his face, he would have been promoted long ago.

"Your Majesty, Ziqing is indeed very good at handling affairs, but he is too easy-going and unprepared. Last time, His Highness the Third Highness was traveling with us, and Wei Chen specially arranged for him to take care of His Highness. Only then did we know that he was People plotted against each other, and all the women they found were ugly. If the third imperial concubine hadn't happened to meet her that day, and happened to resolve the farce, I don't know what would have happened. "

"When the Third Highness asked who arranged the arrangement, Wei Chen asked him to meet with the Third Highness, but he just sat there and said goodbye. Really, Wei Chen didn't know whether to laugh or sigh."

A familiar, helpless voice presented a different truth to Mr. Wei.

He remembered that day, when he was called to sit down with trepidation, Shangguan had indeed been leading him to talk to the third prince, but he was afraid of being blamed by the third prince, so he never showed up.

It turns out that this is the truth.

He thought he had made a mistake, but in fact, in the eyes of Shangguan, he had made a contribution, so he was specially asked to go and show his face in front of the third prince.

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

Thinking about it carefully, it was his subordinate who told him at that time that His Highness the Third Prince was furious because of the woman, and the superior officer asked him to go because he wanted to put all the wrong things on him.

Mr. Wei trusted him. What happened that day involved the prince's family affairs and no one with knowledge of it should tell anyone about it. Therefore, he just "naturally" misunderstood it.

And that Nuxiang, whom he regarded as a good friend, did he know or not...

The sun was shining brightly on his body, but Master Wei only felt cold all over.

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

He would still think wholeheartedly that the superior officer hated him and pushed him out, while the subordinates were friendly with him and planned for him wholeheartedly.

His Majesty over there accepted the Shangguan's praise and said he would summon Wei Ziqing to see if he was really as good as he said.

Wei Mingyan stepped forward and gently placed his hand on his son's arm. He didn't seem to use much force, but he easily pulled the son away from the window.

After sitting down, he took another sip of tea and asked, "How about it? Is your father's calculation accurate?"

Mr. Wei's face turned green and white, and he nodded in a daze, "I never knew, this, this..."

"What's the point? My father's calculations are always accurate. How can I be embarrassed to accept money if my calculations are not accurate?"

"How much silver did you bring with you?"

Mr. Wei took it out and said, "That's it."

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

After settling the account, Mr. Wei had just taken the silver from the account, leaving only three copper coins.

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 as he went downstairs and walked to a stall on the side, Wei Mingyan suddenly looked at the cloth tiger placed on a stall on the right side of the restaurant.

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

Mr. Wei was still wandering in his thoughts, looking over there in confusion, "Father, isn't there one at home?"

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

The father's fate was difficult, and no matter how unwilling he was, Mr. Wei always had to go to the stall and picked up a cloth tiger.

"How much does this cloth tiger cost?"

The stall owner glanced at the robe Mr. Wei was wearing and said, "Four cents."

Mr. Wei, who had just taken out only three pennies, asked, "...can it be cheaper?"

His face turned red in embarrassment, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes, for fear of seeing the sneer eyes of the people around him, "I only have three pennies on me."

The stall owner was a little disappointed. He thought he was an official in this outfit.

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

Master Wei thanked him, took the tiger cloth, 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, an older man with a fluttering beard, pointed at Mr. Wei's back and said, "Look, that's Wei Ziqing."

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

The old man wondered: "Do you recognize him?"

"We just met him once today, and I was very impressed."

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

The author has something to say: The first ten little angels will send red envelopes, and then the next ten little angels will send red envelopes

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