However, the landscape is elegant, the layout is beautiful, and the mountains and rivers are contained in it.

Especially the canals dug in the manor are connected by bamboo and wood, with flowing water and ticking sounds day and night.

The clear and cold river water soaks the plants and trees of the manor.

Flowers flourish and trees form forests.

Walking in it makes people feel at ease, even in midsummer, there is no sultry at all.

On the contrary, the breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, making people feel both physically and mentally lighter.

This is because the water in this villa is directed from Qionglin Garden, and the water in Qionglin Garden comes from the Jinshui River.

Jinshui River is the cleanest, clear and even sweet river in Bianjing City.

Because it is the royal drinking water river.

The Jinshui River is the best river water protected by the Song Dynasty.

In the city of Bianjing and outside the city, the channels are all "porcelain with walls and fragrant trees".

Officials in Kaifeng Prefecture will regularly inspect, repair and protect.

Naturally, the water source is clean and refreshing.

Even in midsummer, it can be as clear and sweet as mountain spring water.

In Bianjing City, families who can drink the water of the Jinshui River are all powerful families.

Ordinary ministers who are to be controlled are not qualified!

Wen Yanbo walked around in it, but there was not much leisure and elegance, and he admired the scenery of the garden.

Instead, the worries in my heart gradually arise.

This can be seen from the direction he looked at the Bianjing from time to time.

"grown ups……"

Wen Yanbo was in the garden and after walking for half an hour, he finally heard the sound that made him wait for a long time.

It was his son Wen Yiqing, who had the title of "Hemen Tongshishe" in the capital.

Wen Yanbo turned around and looked at Wen Yiqing, who was exhausted and exhausted: "You are not on duty in the palace, why are you back without authorization?"

"Sir!" Wen Yiqing knelt down and bowed: "I am hereby the oral order of the official family to invite the Lord to the palace."

Wen Yanbo nodded. Although he was ecstatic, his face remained calm and knew nothing about everything: "Why should the official summon the old minister?"

Wen Yiqing stood up and avoided the side, bowed to the direction of the imperial city and said, "The official's oral order: Please ask the Grand Master to enter the palace, and there is a state affairs to discuss with you."

Wen Yanbo bowed to the Funing Hall in the imperial city and bowed again: "Since it is a state affairs, how dare the old minister refuse to obey the order?"

So he asked his family to prepare for him immediately.

Wen Yiqing stopped Wen Yanbo from returning to the court immediately and said, "The official reminded that now the heat is hot, and the Grand Master should return to the court tomorrow at the fifth day of tomorrow."

"The official also reminded him to raise his shoulders and send the generals and escorts of the Divine Guards to guide the Grand Tutor."

Wen Yanbo listened, his face was moved, and his eyes turned red: "Why are you happy, I love you so much?"

"Do your best to do your best!"

As he said that, he sighed: "The true saint emperor!"

The official did the respect for the prime minister and the minister in detail.

The most important thing is that everyone knows that things like the emperor treating good deeds and meeting elders with kindness are destined to be written into national history.

Therefore, this can satisfy the old ministers' intention of leaving their names in history.

This alone surpasses the officials of all dynasties - even the Ren Temple, they only "rewards and favors" to the ministers.

However, he did not have the intention, nor did he have the patience to help the ministers leave their names in history.

Therefore, many people can only rely on strife and take the initiative to gain reputation.

But in this way, the effect is much worse and there are risks.

Not like now, the small officials took the initiative to help the ministers gain reputation.

...

At five o'clock the next day.

Wen Yanbo rode his carriage on time, and set off from his summer resort under the escort of a team of generals of the Divine Guards, and set out on the way back to the city.

Wen Yanbo is old and naturally he will inevitably be sleepy.

So after riding on the carriage, he quickly fell asleep on the carriage.

He served his children and quickly covered him with a blanket to prevent the morning mist and cause him to catch a cold.

When Wen Yanbo woke up, he had already seen the palace wall of Jingling Palace.

At this time, the sun has risen and the morning mist is dissipating.

The streets of Bianjing City began to flourish.

But, surprisingly, there is no confusion.

On the contrary, pedestrians, livestock, and vehicles all walk on their own ways.

Pedestrians are on the left, vehicles are on the middle, and livestock are on the right, and they are moving in an orderly manner.

Wen Yanbo was surprised.

He remembered that Bianjing was not like this before he left the city last month.

At that time, there were endless noises in the north and south of the sky.

Pedestrians, vehicles, and livestock compete with each other, and they often fight together in a ball when they have disagreements.

But now, this is not the case.

Pedestrians, vehicles, livestock, each has its own path, and it looks like water from the wells does not interfere with the river.

This is so strange!

When did the people of Bianjing abide so by the rules?

Soon, Wen Yanbo discovered the source of all this.

But on the bridge on the Bian River, a group of officials were shouting loudly with sticks.

On the open space on both sides of the Zhou Bridge, there were several scattered carts enclosed among the red lacquer branches.

An official wearing a scarlet public uniform and a silverfish bag was standing outside the four-foot-high vermilion lacquer pieces. He was holding a stick in his hand, as if he was hitting someone.

It’s not a fake fight, it’s a real fight!

The man and wolf cried and kept begging for mercy.

"You are so bad sheep's head, how dare you talk back to me in front of me?"

"Double the fine!"

The official's scolding came to his ears.

Wen Yanbo sat upright and looked at the official.

Scarlet clothes, silver fish bag...

This is a configuration that is to be set.

But the official had a very handsome face and looked young, and he looked only forty.

"Who is that?" Wen Yanbo called Wen Yiqing to him and asked.

A civil servant who personally went to the streets to enforce the law with a stick?

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, there has been no such example.

Not only did this person go out to the street to enforce the law with a stick, but he could also scold and scold the street without any scruples.

This is not the ordinary person.

This shows that this person is very cruel!

It also shows that he doesn't care about Shilin public opinion or outsider evaluation at all.

It also shows that his backer is very strong.

He was so hard that he was not afraid of the impeachment of the Censorate!

Wen Yiqing whispered: "Sir, that's Jia Zongmin, the official's streets around Jia's street."

"Jia Zongmin?" Wen Yanbo frowned, thought for a while, and then asked suspiciously: "What is his relationship with Jia Wenyuan (Jia Changchao)?"

"It's his grandson." Wen Yiqing replied.

Wen Yanbo narrowed his eyes and sighed: "I didn't expect that there are still talents in Jia Wenyuan's family!"

Jia Changchao was his political enemy in the Jiayou era.
To be continued...