When Fan Chunren dragged his tired body and almost desperate mentality to Wen Yanbo's mansion.

Wen Yanbo was meditating in the back house.

This is his secret to staying healthy and even keeping his eyes and ears sharp over the years.

"Grand Master..." Fan Chunren bowed his hands.

Wen Yanbo opened his eyes, finished his meditation, looked at Fan Chunren, smiled and said: "Yaofu is here..."

Fan Chunren came to Wen Yanbo dejectedly, bowed and saluted again, and said: "This junior comes from Sima Gong's office..."

"I see it!" Wen Yanbo nodded and asked: "How is it? Are you angry with Sima Twelve?"

Fan Chunren exhaled helplessly.

Wen Yanbo laughed: "Sima Twelve is such a person!"

"In all these years, except Mr. Fu Han, I have never met anyone who can convince him!"

"Not even Shao Yaofu!"

"Not to mention you?!"

Wen Yanbo has long been used to it.

Sima Twelve had a bad temper and was neither willing to adapt nor to be aggrieved.

Since Yuanfeng, Emperor Daxing has repeatedly sent envoys to invite him to come out of the mountain, and they have all said good things.

But Sima Twelve just refused to obey!

He even bargained with Emperor Daxing - begging for new laws!

To be honest, he, Sima Twelve, was born in the Song Dynasty.

No matter Han or Tang Dynasty, or any dynasty, ten of his heads would not be enough to lose him.

"Tell me about it..." Wen Yanbo asked curiously: "Sima Twelve, why are you so angry?"

Fan Chunren sighed and told the story exactly.

After Wen Yanbo heard this, he also sighed.

"Stubborn! Stubborn!"

"I told Fu Yanguo back then..."

"Sima Twelve and Wang Jiefu are the same kind of people!"

"Fu Yanguo still doesn't believe it!"

Speaking of Wang Jiefu, Wen Yanbo sighed again.

In fact, he also admired Wang Jiefu very much back then.

He often made Wang Jiefu famous and built momentum, but who knew that Wang Jiefu would become like that when he arrived in the capital?

Don’t listen to anyone’s advice!

I broke up with all my old friends!

Wen Yanbo knows why?

That’s for the Tao!

The way of Confucianism!

So, even if you die a hundred times, you will never regret it!

The current Sima Guang is also like this.

He also has his way, the way of never regretting it!

To be honest, Wen Yanbo was actually shaken in his heart as to whether he should go to the capital hall to support Sima Guang.

However, Wen Yanbo knew, what was the use of his support?

Apart from giving away people's lives for free, annoying the two palaces, and offending the emperor, it has no effect!

Maybe, he might even be framed by someone: the elders form a party!

Don't look at it. Nowadays, the names of the new party and the old party are very popular.

However, no one dares to form a clique blatantly!

The two palaces are also very vigilant about this!

A few days ago, we changed the three provinces and two government offices to play in two groups.

In addition to discussing matters in the capital hall, the ministers in charge of the government.

In private, no one dares to have any contact with him.

The censors at the Censorship Station are keeping an eye on everyone all the time.

Fan Chunren is not of high enough level to be able to visit everywhere.

If he reaches the waiting level, he will no longer be able to come to his mansion at will.

Fan Chunren asked: "Grand Master, what should we do now?"

"Wait!" Wen Yanbo said: "When Uncle Lu Hui comes to Beijing, there may be something we can do!"

Fan Chunren listened and could only hope that Mr. Lu, a veteran whose qualifications and popularity were no less than those of Sima Guang, would come to Beijing.

"But..." Wen Yanbo and Fan Chunren showed hope again, and couldn't help pouring cold water on him: "Even Uncle Lu Hui may not be able to persuade Sima Twelve!"

…

The Grand Canal rolls forward, and the sunset reflects on the river.

The singing of the fishermen on the fishing boat came from the distance.

Mr. Lu stood on the deck, watching the houses on both sides of the bank gradually disappear behind him.

His eldest son, Lu Xizhe, came to him and said, "Sir, we will arrive in Huaiyin tonight..."

Lu Gongzhu nodded and said: "After Huaiyin, we have to transfer the boat and go straight from Tongluo River to Bianjing!"

"When I was in Runzhou (Zhenjiang) a few days ago, I received a letter from Wen Kuanfu..."

"What does the Grand Master's letter say?" Lu Xizhe couldn't help but become curious.

"Sima Twelve is stubborn again!" Lu Gong wrote: "Wen Kuanfu asked me to go to Beijing quickly to persuade the stubborn bull!"

Lu Xizhe suddenly fell silent.

"What did Wang Jiefu say to you?" Lu Gongzhu suddenly asked.

Lu Xizhe's eyes widened: "How do you know, sir?"

"When I was in Runzhou, I knew from the sneaky look on your face that Wang Jiefu had written to you!"

Lu Xizhe lowered his head and said: "Mr. Jiefu just asked the child to go to the capital and meet the young master. Remember to write a letter and tell him about the young master... and see if it is like the legend..."

Lu Gongzhu laughed when he heard this: "Wang Jiefu, has he practiced Zen in Jiangning for so long, but he still hasn't broken through it?"

"When I retire, I will go to Banshan Garden and ask what kind of Zen he has practiced in these years?!"

Lu Xizhe lowered his head: "Mr. Jiefu will definitely welcome you!"

Mr. Lu looked at his eldest son.

He had long known that the eldest son beside him was an admirer of that guy Wang Anshi!

Right from the beginning!

Wang Jiefu's words are even more useful than his father!

At that time, Wang Jiefu advised him not to insist on taking the imperial examination, but to pursue knowledge.

He really gave up the imperial examination!

Over the years, Lu Xizhe wrote to Wang Anshi frequently.

He might even have secretly gone to Jiangning Mansion and paid a visit to Wang Jiefu without telling him.

Lu Gongzhu pretended not to know and didn't point it out.

Of course, Lu Xizhe also secretly exchanged letters with Wang Anshi, although he hid it from him.

But after all, I didn't dare to follow Lu Jia's example and ask that bastard, tell everything about his family to Wang Jiefu.

It's just asking for advice, and it's just asking the other person to comment on the poems.

Otherwise, even if Lu Xizhe has ten legs, they will be discounted by Mr. Lu!

…

Jiangning, Banshan Garden, Baoning Zen Temple.

Wang Anshi, who is sixty-four years old, holds the letter in his hand and looks far away in the direction of Bianjing.

The letter was written by his son-in-law Cai Bian.
To be continued...