Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

The next day, after seeing Qiao Tai off, Li Cunxi returned to his study and waited for Li Huaiyuan to come.

As soon as the morning hour arrived, Li Huaiyuan came to visit with a piece of pastry in his hand. Judging from the packaging, it should have been bought from Yuxiangfang. However, Li Cunxi was not really interested in Yuxiangfang's pastries. The last time Qiao Tai bought them, he didn't even take a second bite.

Li Huaiyuan first exchanged greetings with Di Renjie, and then mentioned the calligraphy that Li Cunxi promised.

It is better to say that it is a piece of bad handwriting written by Li Cunxi than to say it is a masterpiece. Di Renjie is definitely the most familiar with Li Cunxi's handwriting. After cultivating Li Cunxi for so many years, the only thing that Di Renjie can't complain about is Li Cunxi's shitty handwriting.

If Li Cunxi's calligraphy could be called a masterpiece, then Li Huaiyuan could get 100,000 pieces of calligraphy that were better than Li Cunxi's if he wanted. It was a pity that Li Huaiyuan was after those two lines of poetry. As far as poetry was concerned, the one written by the fake author Li Cunxi was indeed a masterpiece worth collecting.

Steward Di Chun quickly summoned Li Cunxi to the main hall. After the greetings, Li Cunxi handed the two lines of poetry he had written to Li Huaiyuan.

"It's a pity that there are only these two sentences. I will write the rest for Minister Li when I go to the battlefield someday."

"Why bother to go to the battlefield? The two sentences written by Fengyilang are enough to be passed down through the ages!" Li Huaiyuan held the calligraphy in his hands and said with love.

Although this calligraphy cannot compare with those of famous calligraphers, the charm contained in it is something that ordinary people cannot achieve.

These two sentences alone, together with Li Cunxi's bizarre experience of becoming a civil official at the age of thirteen, are enough to be passed down through the ages.

The poem of the thirteen-year-old Fengyilang and his loyalty to the emperor, what a beautiful artistic conception.

After a pause, Li Huaiyuan said to Li Cunxi:

"The councillor is only thirteen years old and already holds such a high position, and has the support of Lord Di and the King of Wei, but I still want to remind you."

Li Cunxi was also willing to learn, and said:

"Minister Li, please speak."

Li Huaiyuan put down the calligraphy he loved so much and said in a serious tone:

"It has been less than three months since Fengyilang entered the court, and he has already jumped more than ten levels to become Fengyilang of the sixth rank. With such a fast promotion, his future prospects are even brighter."

"But you know, beside the light, there are also countless temptations and dark places that cannot be looked at directly. I hope you can put aside the temptations and not get involved in the darkness."

"There are quite a few high-ranking officials in this dynasty, and many of them have been involved in some of the local darkness."

"You must know that the annual salary of a governor, even a governor of a high state, is only two hundred taels of silver. But those governors of high states spend their days in debauchery and wine. If you say they are not corrupt, you don't believe it, and Lord Di certainly won't believe it either."

Di Renjie next to him remained silent.

How could he not know?

Unless the governor of a prefecture is extremely honest, if he can afford good food and wine and save a lot of money, he has accepted bribes.

This kind of thing can never be completely eradicated. Di Renjie wanted to rectify the administration of officials, but he couldn't make everyone honest and upright.

Can even Di Renjie himself be said to be absolutely honest and incorruptible?

Maybe he can do it, but the people in his family will definitely not be honest and upright.

If they were truly honest and incorruptible, who gave them the money that Li Cunxi left in the Di Mansion, a mansion as big as Di Mansion? Could it have fallen from the sky?

"What I mean is that others can be greedy, but you, the Councillor, absolutely cannot be greedy. You will certainly have to give gifts on a daily basis, but bribery is something that must never happen to you."

Li Huaiyuan persuaded earnestly.

"Your future is bright. Over time, you will surely become a pillar of the country. As long as you don't let those treacherous officials find any evidence against you, it will be easy for you to kill them."

"By then, you will be able to control the court..."

Li Huaiyuan was still exposed. He couldn't help but speak out his true thoughts.

He quickly shut his mouth, pretending he had never said it, but the phrase "covering the sky with one hand" still made Li Cunxi frown.

This old man said that he could cover the sky with one hand. So what if he really did cover the sky with one hand after many years?

According to the old man's thinking, if Li Cunxi really had the power to cover the sky with one hand and was so powerful that he was the only powerful official in the whole country, Li Cunxi would definitely not be able to resist and restore the Li Tang dynasty.

Even if Li Cunxi himself became the emperor, it would be much better than Wu Zetian passing the throne to the Wu family.

"You are drunk." Li Cunxi said word by word, "I didn't hear what you said today. I, Li Cunxi, am loyal to Your Majesty."

Li Huaiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and bowed, saying, "I am really drunk today, Lord Di, Councillor, I will not bother you any more. Bye."

Di Renjie exchanged some pleasantries, then took Li Cunxi with him to send Li Huaiyuan out of Di's mansion.

Watching Li Huai go away, Di Renjie said calmly:

"Originally, I didn't intend to ask you about this matter, but since Li Huaiyuan brought it up, I have no reason not to ask. I don't care what consensus you and the King of Wei have reached, I just want to know where your heart is."

Li Cunxi rolled up his sleeves, exhaled, and did not look at Di Renjie. Instead, he thought seriously for a while, and then answered solemnly:

"He will ascend to a high position, help the crown prince to succeed to the throne, and restore the Li Tang dynasty."

Di Renjie asked again: "What if it fails?"

"Help Prince Li Dan succeed to the throne and restore the Li Tang dynasty."

"What if it still doesn't work?"

"Master, you have been crowned as the emperor. I will loyally assist you."

"If Your Majesty appoints Wu Sansi as the new ruler, what should you do?"

"If it really comes to this, my uncle will definitely do his best to persuade Your Majesty to change his mind."

"If I were dead now, what would happen?" Di Renjie turned to Li Cunxi and asked with a smile.

"My nephew is willing to go to Cuiping Mountain alone to find the treasure of King Yue and call on the remaining descendants of the Li family in the world to purge the emperor's side!" Li Cunxi said in a low voice.

"Okay!" Di Renjie looked at Li Cunxi deeply and said, "Let's go back home. There is one thing I forgot to tell you. His Majesty has bought a house for you in Luoyang. The capital will be moved next year. After we arrive in Luoyang, you and I will live separately. But it will be more convenient that way. You can do whatever you want."

"I don't want to do anything but stay with my uncle."

"That's a lie. You have successfully grown up. You have learned what I can teach you. Every word you said just now is true, but most of it is not true. I often use this trick to deal with His Majesty, and you have learned the essence of it."

Di Renjie stopped and suddenly sighed, "I don't think I have anything to teach you anymore, Cunxi, you are now a qualified minister in the court."