I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

"Just ask whatever you want to ask." Wen Xiang sat back in his chair, his body suddenly hunched over and he looked old.

"Teacher..." Zhou Linsu hesitated, not knowing whether to speak or not. He asked tentatively, "The Queen..."

Wen Xiang waved his hand and said, "I am already this old, and my old bones are of no use. I will let my children and grandchildren take care of their own happiness."

"Now I have let it go. People say that one's reputation during life is important after death. I don't care about that anymore. I just hope that all the younger generations will be well."

Minister Wen has never regretted as much as he does now. He has always been unwilling to look back on his past, but at this age, which old man doesn't look back on the past from time to time?

Now that he has retired from the court, he has more free time and starts to worry about the consequences when doing things. But what's the use of worrying?

Now he is just an old man who is powerless and has to count the days on his fingers to make his living. When he finally turns into a handful of dust, let people judge his merits and demerits as they please!

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Wen Xiang shook his head and twitched the corners of his mouth as if mocking, "Tell me about what happened today."

"Yes!" Zhou Linsu didn't want to talk about Wen Xiang's sad things, so he followed his words and let it go. "Teacher, actually Brother Shu Yi has also discussed this matter with me."

"I have a classmate who came to Beijing recently. His family lives in the north. He said that the weather has been a little strange in recent days. Brother Wen also mentioned to me before that the Imperial Observatory was observing the sky at night and was interested in doing something. It just so happened that I came to see you recently, so I thought I would come and ask you about it."

"But Brother Wen still has things to do in the government office, so I came here on my own."

"I have heard about this matter a long time ago." When the official minister's face was mentioned, it became serious. The old man raised his head and looked at the sky outside through the window. A gust of cold wind whistled past and swept away the last leaf on the tree, which fluttered to the ground.

"When the Imperial Observatory reported this matter to His Majesty, he did not take it seriously, and there was a temporary dispute in the court over it. But didn't the Wen family prepare for this matter a long time ago? Why bring up the old matter again?"

Zhou Linsu followed Minister Wen to the window. He looked at the withered weeds on the grass outside the house with a worried look on his face. "It is precisely because your Majesty does not care that I and Brother Wen are worried."

"What do you mean by Shuyi?" Wen Guan closed the window and turned around to look over. The cold wind outside was blocked, and the temperature in the house quickly rose. "Were we not prepared enough before?"

"Brother Wen is worried that there may be a snowstorm this winter."

Hearing this, Wen Xiang's expression froze, "How confident is he?"

"Seven points." Seven points. Although it doesn't seem like much, Wen Ji is a cautious person. He would never make random guesses without a thorough understanding. Now that he can give seven points, it can be said to be a foregone conclusion.

Wen Xiang obviously knew his grandson very well. Hearing this, his expression became more serious. Without thinking, he waved his hand and said, "Go back and tell Shu Yi to do as he wants."

"If he has any trouble, let him come to me!"

Zhou Linsu responded in a low voice. He was not good at predicting the weather. Although the weather had indeed changed since the beginning of winter, he had to know that what Wen Ji was going to do would require almost all the strength of the Wen family. If the natural disaster did not come as expected, everything would be in vain. By then, the Wen family would have an even more unstable foothold in the officialdom.

However, he never had any doubts about his teacher's decision. After accepting the task, he did not stay for long. He took the souvenir given by the Prime Minister and turned around to say goodbye.

In the empty forest, the empty yard, and the empty house, there was only an old man with gray hair left. The fire in the stove was still crackling, and occasionally a spark would fly out of the stove, but it would go out before it fell.

Wen Xiang was in a heavy mood. He sat on a chair, staring at the stove without saying a word. The old man's vicissitudes of life were fully revealed at this moment.

This old man, who had devoted his entire life to the court, had finally gained a bit of peace for himself in his final days. But now even this last period of tranquility was about to be broken.

Wen Xiang thought about it, stood up from the chair tremblingly, and his only son walked into the inner room.

Zhou Linsu rode his horse at full speed all the way towards the Wen Mansion. It was almost dark when he arrived in front of the government office.

The days in winter are short. Wen Ji had already finished his work and was studying in the study. When he heard that Zhou Linsu was coming, he immediately put down his book and went out to greet her.

The two looked at each other and neither of them spoke. It was not until they entered the study that Zhou Linsu handed Wen Xiang's manuscript to Wen Ji.

Wen Xiang worked diligently all his life but didn't care much about his family. He had two sons, but both were unsatisfactory. The second son knew very early that he was not a good student, so he simply left home to make a living and was not seen for decades.

As the legitimate son, the eldest son could not be as free and easy as the second son. He had no choice but to continue his studies. After successfully passing the imperial examination, he became an official in the court. However, even with the position of Minister of Literature, he could not achieve anything over the years.

On the contrary, he had only two grandchildren, a boy and a girl. His granddaughter entered the palace and became the queen, enjoying the supreme honor of being a member of the royal family. His son was young and promising, and was well-versed in poetry, books and history when he was young, and was very popular for a time.

Wen Xiang's dead heart suddenly sprouted new buds, but at that time he had been sitting in the position of prime minister for too long, so long that the people in higher positions had begun to be wary and suspicious of him.

So even if Wen Ji was indeed a talented person, the Wen family was never able to regain its former glory, and as a result, his grandson was not trusted and had no place to use his talents.

Fortunately, Wen Ji had a good character and did not become devastated by this incident, which made Prime Minister Wen very pleased.

Wen Ji took the letter, glanced at it and then closed it. He turned around and took a book from the shelf. He flipped through it several times before saying, "Brother Zhou, can you trust me?"

"Brother Wen, what are you talking about?" Zhou Linsu asked in confusion, "Now I can become a disciple of Prime Minister Wen, thanks to Brother Wen's matchmaking. How can you say now that I don't trust you?"

"However, I know that what Brother Wen is going to do is very big. Do you want to discuss it with Lord Wen?"

Wen Ji shook his head, but he did not make up his mind immediately. Instead, he put the book back on the shelf and said, "Father knows about this. He said that as long as grandfather nods, he will not interfere."

Although Wen Xiang's son was not as talented as Wen Xiang, fortunately he inherited Wen Xiang's character and was very open-minded. He did not become suspicious of Wen Ji just because his son's achievements surpassed his. On the contrary, because he knew his own abilities, he strongly supported Wen Ji's decision and was determined to provide a support for his son behind the scenes.