"Brother Chen, who is Wang Bohou mentioned by Mr. Xijian?"

Zhao Qi asked Chen Ji beside him softly. Although his voice was small, everyone could hear it clearly.

The silent and sad Wu Qian and Ye Mengding both looked up at Zhao Qi, and Chen Ji said softly with a little restrained attitude: "Wang Bohou is a Grand Secretary of Yin County, his real name is Wang Yinglin, and he is a professor of the Imperial Academy!"

"Wang Yinglin, it's him!" Zhao Qi suddenly realized.

"Do Zhao Dalang actually knows Wang Bohou too?" Seeing Zhao Qi's face, Wu Qian couldn't help asking curiously.

"Haha, I don't know you, but I heard that he wrote a book called "Three Character Classic", which the primary school children in our village can recite." Zhao Qi smiled dryly and covered up.

"So that's it. Wang Bohou is knowledgeable and talented. He is a master of Neo-Confucianism and a famous scholar in Yin County. The Three Character Classic is indeed what he did. It's not surprising that you have heard of it!" Ye Mengding said with a smile.

Zhao Qi's question broke the silence of the attic. Wu Qian and Ye Mengding also came back to their senses from the depression and loneliness just now. While drinking tea, they asked about Zhao Qi and Chen Ji's family affairs. After chatting, they talked about Xiaolongwan Harbor. Zhao Qi also briefly told his plans. After listening to Ye Mengding, he was naturally interested and said that he would go to Yanggong Town to see this project in his spare time.

"Mengding Ding is about to be idle. I'm calculating that it's already three years for you, and maybe you will be summoned back to the capital soon!" Wu Qian said with a smile.

"Duke Chongguo didn't need to comfort me. Now the court is in a mess. It's better to live in seclusion in Sanjiangkou, drinking tea, reading, and writing poems every day!" Ye Mengding shook his head.

"How can Mr. Xijian be so decadent? You are the pride of our Qingyuan Mansion. Hundreds of thousands of people in the Qingyuan Mansion still think that you can take charge of the center to seek benefits for the people of the Song Dynasty. How can you retreat? No matter how chaotic the court is, it will not continue to be in chaos. There are always upright and wise people who make trouble. Once Ding Daquan falls, you and Duke Chong will definitely enter the center to take charge of the two palaces. At that time, you will naturally be able to show your ambitions!" Zhao Qi said with a smile.

Ye Mengding and Wu Qianjin were both stunned. After looking at each other for a few seconds, they looked even more surprised.

Chen Ji couldn't help but gently pull Zhao Qi's arm under the table.

"Hahahaha, Xijian, what? I just said that this is not an ordinary young man. Just by saying this, it's not in vain to invite you to have this cup of tea today!" After a moment, Wu Qian laughed happily.

"You...you really haven't read a book?" Ye Mengding also came to his senses and asked with a strange expression.

"I have never read a book, but my grandmother in my family read a lot when she was young. I occasionally taught me some of it. She admired Fan Wenzheng and Su Dashi the most. Both of them are great writers who serve the country and the people. They are role models in the world. Fan Wenzheng was young and poor, and worked hard to study and be honest and honest. He was ups and downs throughout his life and never felt self-pity. Grand Master Su was even more displaced throughout his life. Not only was he demoted several times, but he was imprisoned in the Wutai poetry case. However, he never had any grief and anger. Renzong once produced many famous scholars, and the official struggles were more intense than the present. The Jingyou party struggle involved hundreds of people. Fan Wenzheng wrote Wuling Fu, and would rather die without silence. Although the boy was young, he also wanted to learn Fan Wenzheng to be open-minded in his life. He must do something vigorous in the future!"

Zhao Qi's words were neither humble nor arrogant, but only stunned Wu Qian, Ye Mengding and Chen Ji, especially Ye Mengding, staring at Zhao Qi like an alien, and his hands were tightly clutched.

"Okay, okay, I really deserve this accident today, it's really a pleasure!" Wu Qian stood up and laughed.

"Since you want to do something exciting, why don't you study? Mr. Fan Wenzheng studied hard when he was young, and he was admitted to the center after he passed the imperial examination. Now you are doing this business as a merchant. How will it be exciting in the future? Is it just this mouth?" Ye Mengding woke up from his surprise and asked.

"If you live in a high temple, you worry about your king; if you live in a far-reaching world, you worry about your people. It is not necessary to be an official. What you do now is to accumulate wealth for the country, which is much better than those who have a corpse and corpse. If half of the broken mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty are allowed to control the government and continue to be in chaos, it will not be far from the destruction of the country. Once the Mongolian army is over, there will be no end to the collapse of the nest. If you don't know how Mr. Xijian will escape the world at that time. Should you surrender to the Mongols' iron hooves?" Zhao Qi did not give the future prime minister of the Song Dynasty any face.

"You..." Ye Mengding stood up suddenly, looking at Zhao Qi with a trembling face, "No matter how clever you are, you are just an illiterate young man in the mountains. How can you say such a big talk? You are just doing business as a merchant, just to make money, how can you dare to speak out about the country's affairs?"

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. How can a boy not speak freely about the country's affairs? Mr. Xijian is well-read in poetry and books and does not want to enter the court to show his knowledge for the country and the people. Why do he accuse me of a mountain boy? Is this not a reduction of his own value?" Zhao Qi answered with a teacup without being humble and arrogant.

"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country..." Wu Qiannian muttered these two sentences, and his snow-white bearded and eyebrows were shaking violently. After a moment, he suddenly shouted, "Xiaoqing, is the water boiling? Come and get the tea!"

"Grandpa wait, you'll be here soon!" A clear and gentle girl's voice came downstairs.

"Ye Xijian, how, hahaha, how, is Zhao Dalang a strange person?" Looking at Ye Mengding's lips trembling and tongue-breaking, Wu Qian and Youda ate a piece of ice watermelon in a hot day and sat down and laughed happily.

"Does Mr. Xijian know that the six gentlemen of the Imperial College in the capital were sent to the court to ask for the dismissal of Ding Daquan in March?" Zhao Qi asked slowly.

"Of course I know!" Ye Mengding's face looked a little ugly and nodded slowly or with a sense of consciousness.

"The students who have no official position, no power, no power, and are not afraid of power and passionately fighting against Ding Daquan. Mr. Xijian is now very old, but he is afraid of his head and tail, which is really a shame for the boy!"

Ye Mengding was so angry that he almost spurted out an old blood, and pointed his fingers at Zhao Qi's nose, "You... you... I... I won't fight with you, a mountain boy!"

Zhao Qi curled his lips.

It is said that literati are very good at quarrels, and Ye Mengding surrendered and surrendered, which made him feel bored, so he smiled and picked up the teacup and said, "Mr. Xijian is magnanimous, it's better not to say it, but what the boy said just now is not nonsense. Listening to some northern merchants and tourists in the harbor, the Mongols should have really fought. Now, maybe the troops have already invaded Bashu, but the news has not been confirmed yet, so there is no court report in the court. The Mongols invaded will inevitably massacre the people of our Song Dynasty and the soldiers of the border. But this time it is also a good opportunity to move to Ding Daquan. Mr. Xijian is full of knowledge and wants to live in seclusion. However, there are still many patriotic people and righteous people in the world. I am afraid that the capital will undergo a huge change soon, and Mr. Wu will enter the Shu Mansion again soon!"

"You... don't talk nonsense. Ding Daquan is now in power. How can anyone bring him down?"

Zhao Qi said this. Not only Ye Mengding looked like a sculpture, but even Wu Qian was petrified. When he woke up, he couldn't help but scold him loudly.

"Haha, Mr. Wu doesn't believe it, even if you watch it, Yan Martin will die, Ding Daquan, Ma Tianji, Concubine Yan, Dong Songchen and other traitors will not fall, and the Song Dynasty will be in danger. Some things will always be done. As the saying goes, the higher you climb, the heavier you fall, the more good and bad you fall, and good fortune will depend on each other. If you are the best, you will often be the most proud and fall. It is also the time to fall. The boy only hopes that after Mr. Wu and Mr. Xijian enter the court, they will make the court more prosperous. If you are short of money at that time, as long as you have the ability, you will definitely spare no effort to support it!" Zhao Qi said calmly.
Chapter completed!