Factory owner is king

Chapter 320

"come in."

"Yes."

Ye Yuze and Yun Zheng pushed open the door of the meeting hall. The room was empty. Xu Ruyi was sitting in the middle, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. The old man they had talked to before was nowhere to be seen, as if he had never existed.

"Master Governor." The two stepped forward, lifted their robes and bowed down.

"Get up... hmm?" Xu Ruyi put down the tea cup and was about to speak when she saw the bamboo tube in Ye Yuze's hand. A black shadow suddenly flashed across. The dark red bamboo tube had changed hands. Ye Yuze was stunned for a few seconds. In an instant, he reacted, but his hands were empty.

"Where did it come from?"

"Over there in Hong County..."

"Understood." Xu Ruyi interrupted Ye Yuze's answer, clasped and flicked her index finger, knocked the cover of the bamboo tube away, took out a letter from it, unfolded it, and read it carefully.

The hall was silent for a while, only the breathing of the three people interlaced with the sound of rain outside the window.

The doors and windows are closed tightly, and the silver snow flakes are quietly burning in the braziers at the four corners, the dark red is looming, and the silver flakes are quietly peeling off.The room was very warm, but Ye Yuze felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. His hairs stood on end, his scalp exploded. He subconsciously lowered his breathing and lowered his head, but his body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

What is he afraid of?
He has done countless bad things, but he has never done anything wrong. As long as he complies with the rules of Dongchang, he has a clear conscience. He doesn't need to care.

"What am I afraid of?" Ye Yuze was astonished by his own fear. He plucked up his courage and glanced at Yun Zheng beside him. Seeing that his face was also pale and frightened, he suddenly understood that there was a killing intent in this hall. Brewing, like the eyes of a hungry tiger in the mountains, the birds and beasts are startled.

. . . . . .

The thunder pierced through the layers of rain curtains, piercing the cumulus clouds all over the sky, and a ray of light flashed away, and the sky should have been bright.

The former Marquis of Dingyuan, Wang Bi's Mansion, is now the No. [-] village in the world. The owner of the village, Wang Yongzhen, still follows the Confucian way of self-denial. He gets up early, washes up under the service of his personal scholar Qingcheng, and then goes to the study to study.

He starts every day with reading, and he only reads one book, which is called "The Analects of Confucius".

He has already memorized the reading materials used by children for enlightenment.So, what he read was not the words in the book, the wisdom of the sages, but the book itself.

This was the second gift his master gave him. The first was the long sword at his waist. It was lost somewhere on that shameful night, and now it is in whose hands.

This book is also the reading material he gave Ouyang Kaimeng, but now the human face does not know where to go, the pages of the book turn empty and laugh lonely.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A light knock on the door awakened the dreamer.Looking up from the memory, at the door of the study, Qingcheng looked at him with a timid face.

Wang Yongzhen frowned. He believed that Qingcheng knew that he didn't want to be disturbed while studying, but he still dared to knock on the door. Maybe something happened or someone came.

Qingcheng looked at Wang Yongzhen timidly, also very scared: "Master, master."

"Say."

"Yes, there is an old man who wants to see you."

Wang Yongzhen didn't speak, just looked straight at Qingcheng, the meaning in his eyes was very simple: Do you still need me to teach you how to do it?
"Master, he, he." However, the 11-year-old child, seeing such sharp eyes, suddenly began to cry in fear: "The old man, Qingcheng found him in your room, and he slipped away somehow. Come in, Qingcheng, he, I, he wants to see you."

Qingcheng's words were a bit upside-down, but Wang Yongzhen still understood, and followed by deeper doubts: "Why didn't you ask someone to arrest you?"

"He said, he said he was the head of Qingcheng, Dan Yangzi."

As Wang Yongzhen's personal scholar, and his name was Qingcheng by Wang Yongzhen, he knew very well the meaning of the Taoist title Danyangzi.Sure enough, when he heard the three words Danyangzi, the treasured scroll in Wang Yongzhen's hand fell to the ground with a muffled "plop" sound.When Qingcheng was stunned, Wang Yongzhen had disappeared. The wind passed by and blew from inside the house to outside.

. . . . . .

There is one place in Qingcheng where he made a mistake because of nervousness. Dan Yangzi is not in Wang Yongzhen's bedroom, but under the eaves outside the bedroom, with his hands behind his back, his head raised, looking at the sky and crying while listening to the rain.

"Master!"

"You came."

Reunited after a long absence, Wang Yongzhen was soaked in rain but didn't care, he couldn't help himself with excitement.Danyangzi, however, looked much plainer, and his clothes were largely soaked by the rain.

"Master! Unfilial disciple Wang Yongzhen..." Wang Yongzhen called out again. When he came closer, he was about to lift his robe and bow down, but Dan Yangzi raised his hand to support him: "It's wet and cold in the rain, so we master and disciple should go in. Speak."

A master and a disciple, just like in the past.The rain on Wang Yongzhen's face flowed down his cheeks, much more than before.

Opening the door, he respectfully helped Danyangzi to sit next to the round table. Wang Yongzhen turned around and went to the closet to find two dry clothes for his master to put on. However, Danyangzi stopped him: "No, Yongzhen, the brazier in the house is burning hot." It's warm, your clothes will be dry in a while. Come and sit down and let Master take a good look."

"Master."

"Sit down, between you and me, we don't need so many customary etiquettes." Dan Yangzi looked at Wang Yongzhen with a smile, and nodded: "It seems to be a little fatter and a little taller."

Wang Yongzhen sat next to Danyangzi, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, cautiously, and smiled stupidly.

"Master, you, why are you here?"

"I miss you, so let's take a look." Dan Yangzi raised his hand to Wang Yongzhen's shoulder, but in the end he just patted his hand: "Yongzhen, Master is here, and I want to talk to you about something. If I don't say anything, I'm afraid There is no chance."

"Master." Hearing this, Wang Yongzhen was startled. He raised his head and wanted to ask a question. Seeing Danyangzi wave his hand, he continued, "The Qingcheng faction has developed well over the past few years. The surrounding government offices, especially Shu The king has taken good care of our Qingcheng sect. In the middle of Shu, the reputation of our Qingcheng sect is no less than that of the Tang sect among the so-called three religions and seven sects.

Others say that it is your master and I have the right leadership to rejuvenate Qingcheng, but in fact, the master knows that most of this is due to your credit. "

"No, no." Wang Yongzhen shook his head again and again: "Actually, the disciple has not done anything."

"You don't need to do anything, you are here, others will naturally know what to do." Dan Yangzi shook his head, and suddenly sighed: "The so-called rise and fall, if you think about it carefully, it really is the thought of the big men."

"Master." Wang Yongzhen opened his mouth softly, wanting to speak out to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say for a while. After living in Beijing for a long time, he couldn't understand the energy brought by the words and deeds of the superior.

　Thanks to the "Never Read Genuine Novels" officials for their monthly ticket recommendations, and to "Li Chen", "You Ming 灬 Xiao Hanfeng", "Qiu" and "Only 9527" for their recommendation tickets. Maoer is very grateful. Orz
　　PS: Don't worry, as the plot advances, it is necessary for a few fellow daoists to appear on the stage, please be safe and don't be impatient ^A^
　　
　
(End of this chapter)