Chapter 141 Wang Ping enters the government
Zhuge Liang's concierge is naturally not a simple person. He has been with him as a servant since he was a child. He knows some words. Now that he sees Feng Yong's name written on the greeting card, how can he dare to be careless at the moment? ?
The Prime Minister and his wife have always predicted things accurately, and it seems that they were right again this time.
At the moment, he said to Wang Ping politely: "May I ask what your surname is? What does it have to do with Mr. Feng?"
"I don't dare. A certain Wang Ping, entrusted by Feng Langjun, came to deliver letters and some things to the Prime Minister."
Wang Ping was so flattered that he had never thought that Feng Langjun would have such dignity in front of the prime minister, and even the concierge would know about it.
He and the porter didn't know that Feng Tubao did have some respect in Zhuge Liang's heart, but that kind of respect was different from the kind of respect they thought in their hearts.
“Oh, it turns out to be Wang Langjun. Please wait a moment, Wang Langjun, and I will go and report it now.”
Entering the Prime Minister's Mansion was easier than Wang Ping imagined. The guards verified his identity, searched him carefully, and then let him in directly.
“Are you Wang Ping?”
Wang Ping lowered his head and went in. Before he could see clearly inside, he heard a voice coming from above. He quickly bent down and saluted: "Come back to Prime Minister, you are right."
Zhuge Liang didn't have much impression of who Wang Ping was, but because Wang Xun learned literacy with Feng Yong, he and he were also remembered by Zhuge Liang.
"I heard someone say a few days ago that you took leave to recuperate at home, why did you go to Hanzhong again? Could it be that you were neglecting your duties?"
Wang Ping never expected that as soon as he came in, the prime minister not only did not ask about Feng Langjun, but instead mentioned himself, and he groaned secretly.
I heard that the Prime Minister is the most strict with laws, but now I am caught red-handed. What should I do?
He felt anxious. It was already a cool day, but Wang Ping broke out into a thin sweat.
Zhuge Liang looked at Wang Ping below who was dumbfounded but didn't know how to answer. He thought that the **** was obviously a cunning guy, but why did he send an honest man like Wang Ping to run errands?
"Now you are running errands from Hanzhong for Feng Langjun. Could it be that you were instigated by him?"
When Wang Ping heard this, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
I have long since given up hope of making much progress, but my son follows Feng Langjun, and his future is much brighter than mine. If this drags down Feng Langjun, won't the elder brother also suffer?
It was about his own son. Wang Ping was so anxious that he suddenly remembered what Feng Langjun had asked him to write down before he left, and his mind suddenly became clear: "Go back to the Prime Minister, let me tell you this matter carefully. Little one." When I asked for leave before, I really didn’t want to go on duty again. This is a villain’s fault, but it also happened for a reason.”
I could only hear the Prime Minister laughing: "I have never heard that there is a reason for neglecting one's duties. I would like to hear this strange news."
"At that time, Quanzi was on duty in the various industry supervisors, supervising the production of the Eight Niu Plow. I don't know who spread the news, and people came to ask about it. Not to mention Quanzi, even the villain could not bear to be disturbed. The villain thought According to the Eight Niu Li regulations, the court has its own arrangements, so how can I ask in private? So I had to take a leave of absence and hide away for a while."
After Zhuge Liang heard this, he looked at Wang Ping carefully. Judging from his expression, it didn't look like he was lying.
He nodded immediately. Of course he knew how much effort the people in the city put into finding out about the regulations when the eight-oxen plow first came out.
I never thought that Wang Ping, a small general, could be so aware of the general situation. He would rather offend others than embarrass his son. He has a good character.
“Then how did you go to Hanzhong?”
This sentence once again made Zhuge Liang nod his head, thinking that he would repay his kindness. He was really a loyal person.
"Oh? I remember that boy was already preparing to go to Hanzhong at that time, right? Why do you still need to go to Hanzhong?"
Zhuge Liang accidentally let something slip, and the words "that boy" came out of his mouth naturally.
"Back to Prime Minister, Feng Langjun didn't want me to go to Hanzhong, but to do other things."
How could a person as careful as Wang Ping not pay attention to this detail? He was sure that Feng Langjun was indeed special in the Prime Minister's mind.
Calling others a brat is a sign of contempt.
But if it is said as an elder, the meaning is different.
The Prime Minister actually regards Feng Langjun as a junior! It's really unbelievable.
The man from my house has really met a noble man!
Of course, Zhuge Liang didn't know how many things Wang Ping had thought of at this time. He was just curious, what did the boy ask Wang Ping to do?
But after thinking about it, I felt embarrassed to ask, so I had to ask another question.
“I heard that the young...young gentleman asked you to bring something to me? But I don’t know what it is?”
“Reply to the Prime Minister, it is a letter and a piece of cloth made by Feng Langjun in Hanzhong.”
As soon as Wang Ping finished speaking, the Prime Minister heard a low "Yeah" coming from above, and it was also a female voice before the Prime Minister could speak.
"Then... what are you kidding about? It's so far away, why do you need to send someone to bring a piece of cloth? Bring it up and let me have a look."
Listen, listen, this tone, if the prime minister didn't regard Feng Langjun as a junior, he wouldn't believe it even if he beat Wang Ping to death.
"yes."
Wang Ping then dared to raise his head and saw that the person sitting above him was none other than the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty.
When he surrendered to the late emperor, he had seen the prime minister standing next to the late emperor from a distance several times, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to get so close to the prime minister.
The place where Wang Ping was received was a side room. Behind the Prime Minister's seat, there was a screen with a longing figure. The female voice just now should have come from the person behind the screen. I don't know who it was? To be able to hide behind the Prime Minister.
“Huh? Why is this cloth different from the usual cloth?”
Zhuge Liang was usually very concerned about the farming and weaving of the Han Dynasty, so he naturally knew what the linen and silk cloth looked like. Now that he saw this cloth, it was neither linen nor silk, and it felt very thick, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
“Returning to the Prime Minister, Feng Langjun said that the relationship is explained in the letter. The Prime Minister will understand it as long as he reads the letter.”
After Wang Ping presented the things, he returned to his original place. When he heard the prime minister's question, he said respectfully.
There was a "bang" sound, and the room was quiet for a while. The prime minister suddenly slapped the table and stood up suddenly, with an extremely excited look on his face: "Is what is said in this letter true?"
Wang Ping looked stunned, thinking: How could I know what this letter said?
(End of this chapter)