fake prince

Chapter 612

Eunuch Zhao sat quietly in the car and waited. While waiting, he could hear some passers-by passing by, whispering some words of envy for King Qi's holding a literary meeting. A good fate, the future may have a bright future.

"The future is boundless?" Hearing this, Eunuch Zhao couldn't help but sneer slightly.

At this moment, the little eunuch had returned and stood with his hands down. Eunuch Zhao took a look: "Have you checked everything?"

The little eunuch said eloquently: "The young one has already been taken over by our people. There is almost no discrepancy in the news. Here is a list, you old man have a look."

As he said that, he handed over a list, and continued to say: "There are 210 candidates who participated in the Qi Wang Wenhui, and 33 of them are well-known in Beijing, and most of them are famous for their piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The rest Among the 180 people, 60 are students from poor families, but they are all well-educated, and they have a high chance of being listed in the next subject. 120 people are either the children of officials from other places or the children of local officials. Even if they are not well-known, they still have roots .”

"When our people went in, some people rushed over one after another. Because they only sent people to give gifts, not to participate in the literary meeting, the small ones didn't go to investigate."

"Two hundred and thirty people?" Flicking his fingers lightly on the densely packed list of people's names and origins, Eunuch Zhao smiled: "Go back to the palace!"

The ox cart left as it came, because there were too many ox carts parked at the gate of Prince Qi's mansion, no one noticed that this cart came and went.

In Prince Qi's mansion, King Qi only made a round at the beginning of the literary meeting, accepted the compliments from a group of people, and directly asked his staff to help him socialize, while he returned to the top position, drinking fine wine, watching the scene The singing and dancing, the mood is very good.

At this time, a staff member named Sun Bolan came in with a smile, and came straight to King Qi's side.

Seeing that it was him, King Qi, who was already in a good mood, greeted him and came up to talk.

"But have you heard about Daihou Wenhui?" Qi Wang asked.

Sun Bolan was handsome, with a long face and clear eyes. He was a 30-year-old man with a white face and short beard.

Few powerful people do not control their appearance, and the King of Qi is no exception. Moreover, this Sun Bolan is not only elegant in appearance, but also very knowledgeable, good at handling affairs, and even better at speaking. He has already been valued by the King of Qi in less than two months since he came in. , squeezed out other staff members one after another.

Hearing King Qi's question, Sun Bolan's attitude was calm and smiling: "My lord, I have already inquired about it, and even went to see it in person. I'm afraid you don't know that the marquis is not holding this literary meeting in the mansion, but will The Wenhui was held on the painting boat in the river! He must have known that this Wenhui will be held in Beijing, and compared with our family, it will be compared to the dust, and it will be even more embarrassing."

"Didn't you, my lord, order you not to go to the Beijing Central Committee who had a good relationship with us? Sure enough, Wen Hui did not have a single talented person from the capital to go, and the only talented person who went there was some talented person in a remote barbarian place." The name, Juzi, who just arrived in Beijing, probably didn’t know that you held a literary conference, so he accepted the invitation.”

"Not only that, counting all the people who went, there were only a few dozen people, not even 50 people. Compared with our Wenhui in Prince Qi's Mansion, the number of people here alone is far more than several times his. Daihou has lost a lot of face this time!"

Uncle Sun said it vividly, and King Qi's expression became even better when he heard it, and he laughed loudly: "Okay, okay!"

Obviously in a good mood.

"Hey!" Wen Xunpeng, who was sitting at a table not far away, was drinking with sharp ears. Although King Qi didn't speak very loudly, he heard a few words. Looking at the bustling scene in front of him, he wanted to say something. But thinking of the cold reception he had received in recent days, he sighed again, kept silent, and just drank cold wine.

Staff like them usually get together to drink in three or two, but there is no one around him, it is extremely deserted.

"Oh, brother Wen, why is he drinking alone? But in a bad mood?" While drinking slowly, a person suddenly sat beside him and said.

As soon as Wen Xunpeng turned his head, he saw that it was none other than Sun Bolan who was joking with King Qi just now.

Wen Xunpeng twitched the corners of his mouth: "I don't dare to admit that. How can I be in a bad mood when the prince holds a literary meeting today?"

"That's right! My lord used to think highly of you, Brother Wen. Even if you were left out in the cold, you shouldn't be unhappy, right? If you are happy, you must drink the glass of wine that Sun Moujing served! Feeling resentful!" Saying this, Sun Bolan raised his glass, motioned to Wen Xunpeng, and took a sip.

Under his persecution, Wen Xunpeng could only frown slightly, filled himself a glass of wine, and drank it.

Sun Bolan continued: "Although Sun has just come to the palace, but thanks to the kindness of the lord, he has no choice but to occupy Brother Wen's courtyard and let you move to another place to live with the servants. This is really not Sun's intention. This cup is an apology, Brother Wen, you must drink it!"

Then another glass.

Wen Xunpeng was already in a bad mood, but Sun Bolan deliberately poked the sore spot, and then was forced to drink a glass of cold wine, and his internal organs immediately turned up.

Afterwards, he was persuaded to have a few drinks with various reasons. Sun Bolan was always in good spirits on happy occasions, but he was already full of worries, and now he was even more drunk.

"...vomit!" After drinking the last glass of wine, Wen Xunpeng turned pale, covered his mouth, left the table in a hurry, and walked towards a remote place.

When I arrived at a place with few people, I vomited it out with a wow.

Passing servants frowned and kept away when they saw that the person drinking like this was Mr. Wen who had recently received a cold reception.

Wen Xunpeng vomited for a while, then straightened up, staggered towards his courtyard with an ugly expression on his face.

"It's a pity that I have been with the prince for so long, but I was so bullied by a new villain."

"It's just that I didn't make great contributions to making suggestions these few times, but the plan was right after all. If there is no credit, there should be hard work."

"My lord actually asked me to move the courtyard to make room for that villain and let me live in the same courtyard with my servants. How could this be the lord I once thought was the Ming Lord?"

He followed the prince, and made so many suggestions, at least six or seven out of ten times he was able to help the prince, and the rest of the failures were mostly caused by external factors, rather than wrong strategies.

I am not a god, so naturally I can't do everything in advance, but looking at the entire capital, the king's staff, how many people can really control everything without making mistakes?

It's just a few mistakes, knocking myself out of the cloud, and letting a new villain humiliate me, such a person doesn't matter if he doesn't help him!

"But if you resign, you have to find a time."

Although Wen Xunpeng was already interested in leaving, he couldn't help thinking that he had been with King Qi for a long time and knew a lot of secrets. Resignation might not be allowed, and it might lead to death.

(End of this chapter)