A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 89 Chao Wen Dao

Su Xun knew that if he delayed any further, his twelfth brother would suffer.

After all, Twelfth Brother is just a commoner.

It happens to be me too!

Damn it, I can’t help even if I want to.

"Twelfth brother, why don't we look for Mr. Yan?"

As soon as Zhang Fangping finished speaking, Su Xun asked:
"Which Mr. Yan?"

"Yan Shu, the once world-famous child prodigy, is now the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture."

Su Xun shouted:
"Does Twelfth Brother know Mr. Yan?"

Zhang Fangping: We are all in the circle of child prodigies, so we naturally appreciate each other.

After all, there are too few people in the circle, and there are also many artificial prodigies mixed in.

Song Xuan explained to Su Xun:
"The teacher who stayed beside you for half a day today is Mr. Yan."

"what!"

Su Xun burst into a loud shout.

He even ran around the table several times.

"My random writing was actually read by Mr. Yan. I'm done for."

No one paid any attention to Su Xun's wailing.

Because Su Xun also thought he was smart, he felt that it was never too late to study and he could indulge himself and have fun.

Facing Zhang Fangping's questioning look, Song Xuan shook his head and poured tea for everyone:
"When I was running the cold paste shop, I encountered many difficult and unexpected situations. Don't worry, he won't cause any trouble. This is Songcheng, my hometown."

Su Xun really didn't expect that Song Xuan would actually run his own cold soup shop.

He stopped in embarrassment.

Twelve Brother gave him so many surprises.

If he had Yan Xianggong to protect him, then the Hanlin scholar would really be no match for him.

Bao Zheng was worried, as he was ten years older than everyone present.

"Shi Er Lang thinks too simply. Many people kill without shedding blood. Could it be that when Shi Er participates in the Spring Examination in the future, he will have to change his name?"

Bao Zheng had heard from his father about many officials' insidious tactics.

Otherwise, why do people say that scholars are bad when they become officials?

"Brother Bao, don't worry too much."

Song Xuan saw Tao Hong send Ding Zhe off outside and stood up again:
"Who cares about the chancellor? We're going to study in the academy for a few years. We don't have to be afraid of anything."

"You guys relax for a while. I'll go figure out what to eat tonight. We can't delay tomorrow's exam."

Bao Zheng and Su Xun expressed their incomprehension of Song Xuan's generosity.

This will delay your whole life.

Ordinary people would feel like the sky is falling when they encounter this.

Zhang Fangping caught a glimpse of Tao Hong following behind his twelfth brother. Something occurred to him, and he spoke:

"Twelfth Brother can even give excellent advice on national affairs, so what does this little thing mean?"

"Too."

Su Xun agreed very much, but Bao Zheng was still worried.

Some people can make the right choices when it comes to national affairs, but they tend to make foolish choices in their personal lives.

Those who plan for the country cannot plan for themselves.

"Master, we have already found out where Dou Han lives."

Song Xuan nodded, looked at the dishes in the kitchen, and said nonchalantly:

"Let Qu Ze handle this kind of small matter. Let him transfer a few new faces from Lema Town. There's no need for us to take action."

"Young Master, do you want to live or die?" Tao Hong is not only good at calculating accounts.

Song Xuan pondered for a while:
"Killing him would be bad for Mr. Fan's reputation. Let's keep him half-dead. Break one of his legs tonight and throw him into the river to get rid of the smell. This way, he won't come out and cause trouble for others."

"understood."

"and many more."

"Young Master, have you changed your mind?" Tao Hong couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Song Xuan shook his head:
"Don't bring too many people. Two people are enough to restrain this weak scholar and prevent him from revealing his true identity."

Tao Hong nodded and immediately went to arrange the matter.

Song Xuan took his men to put his own gambler father in a sack and beat him up, and he didn't even joke about it.

But it was actually implemented.

Do you really think that the three evils of Lema Town are called that for nothing?

When Song Xuan returned to the study with the cold soup, Su Xun had already started saying that he wished he could have scolded Dou Chou in his twelfth brother's place.

In this way, they couldn't find anyone to take revenge on.

In our Sichuan, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so not many people are willing to serve as officials there.

When he gets into Sichuan, I'll bring some people to knock him out! "Hey."

Song Xuan put the cold paste on the table:

"I want to be in the spotlight myself, how can I let you snatch it away from me?"

"Hahaha."

Except Bao Zheng, the other three did not take this matter to heart.

It’s done.

There is no regret at all.

……

Dongli Inn.

Dou Han was clenching his fists and closing his eyes to rest.

He left the academy angrily, and not only did the teacher not stop him, even the headmaster did not send anyone to question him.

He simply didn't take him seriously.

Not to mention that he is higher in rank than the prime minister, so what even if he is the prime minister’s son?

These words deeply hurt Dou Han's heart.

In addition, Wang Congyi, the son of the prime minister at the time, was also making some sarcastic remarks and even adding fuel to the fire.

This really made Dou Han even more embarrassed.

His father wanted to be prime minister.

But there is no chance!

"Song Xuan."

Dou Han slammed his fist down on the table, causing him to jump up and shake his hands in pain.
"It's all your fault!"

After the pain subsided a little, he spoke:
"You bastard, you dare to look down on me? I'll show you what it means to be more powerful than a prime minister."

To be honest, Dou Han has already lost his identity by arguing with common people.

But once people get carried away, they become so brainless.

"I sent a visiting card to Prefect Yan, but you haven't received a reply yet?"

"To answer the young master's question, no."

The servant bowed beside him:
"I heard that Mr. Yan also went to the academy to inspect the examinations. Such an important matter cannot afford to make mistakes."

"That means that Prefect Yan has known about this for a long time, but he just doesn't care about me."

Dou Han gritted his teeth and spat out these words:
"Good good!"

In Tokyo, there are not many people who dare to ridicule him.

He chose to leave Tokyo and come to this "remote little place" where he was ridiculed by some unruly people.

How could he bear this anger?

Dou Han didn't take a shower or change clothes after coming out of the examination room.

If he hadn't offered so much money, the inn wouldn't have wanted him to stay.

Even if he leaves, the room will have to be left empty for many days, and some aromatherapy will be added to diffuse the scent.

"Have you found out about Song Xuan's family background?"

"In reply to the young master, that brat moved to the new place."

Snapped.

The servant was slapped.

He knew that he had spoken out of turn and shouldn't have said that stinky word, so he quickly knelt on the ground and begged the young master for forgiveness.

"Does Song Xuan deserve to be called a stinky person?"

Dou Han has already regarded this word as a family label.

Only in this way can descendants become famous and gain a foothold in the court.

"Song Xuan has been here for less than a month, yet he's already bought a house with such extravagance. Upon his arrival, he even had the county constable, Ding Zhe, volunteer to be beaten thirty times with sticks in front of his door as an apology."

"Rumor has it that the man behind him is Zhang Kang, the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture. I wonder if they are related."

Dou Han heard everything he could hear on the street.

"A sixth-rank magistrate?"

Dou Han thought carefully, but couldn't remember which wealthy family in the court Zhang Kang came from. He must be a grassroots person.

After all, during the reign of Emperor Taizong of Song, more than 10,000 Jinshi were selected.

The positions were filled with officials from all over the country. In addition, there were many Jinshi in the Zhenzong Dynasty, and many officials who were appointed through nepotism.

Many people of common origin can also become officials.

Not as prominent as his ancestors.

"What a bullshit a magistrate is!" Dou Han pointed his finger.
"I'm going to break Song Twelve's legs and show him what it means to be the son of a prime minister."

(End of this chapter)