Wen Zhong looked like "I'll leave even if there are thousands of people", but several young officials from the war sect screamed at the same time:

"Brother Wen can't!"

Prince Wen is the spiritual leader and backbone of the war pro-sect.

Wen Zhong is now the biggest rookie in the main battle faction and the future.

For the Great Zhou pro-war faction, both of them cannot afford to sacrifice at present!

"Please stop persuading you."

Wen Zhong bowed and paid tribute to the people around him:

"If you cannot dissuade the emperor at this time, this Great Zhou..."

He smiled bitterly and changed his mouth and said:

"If the emperor cannot stop the unreasonable request from the Tartars this time, what else can we show us in the future?"

"I have decided, and I will make a desperate advice tomorrow!"

"Brother!"

"Brother Wen!"

"Brother Wen!"

Including Wen Zhong's younger brother, a group of young war-first officials looked at Wen Zhong with respect.

Even Mr. Wen sighed indifferently.

Emperor Jianxing was not stupid. After ascending the throne, he practiced ruthlessness, even if he did not get close to women, he would not build a building.

But he was too timid. In other words, the emperor of the Great Zhou was already scared by the Jin people.

It is said that the current business is inside, and the palace servants dare not even mention the word "jin" because they are afraid of disturbing the emperor.

This made him overly favor the Lord and sent those villains and slandered ministers, so that after the Great Zhou moved south, he was defeated repeatedly, and gave a large number of people to the Jin people with both hands, and even accepted humiliation conditions such as sanctioning and being canonized.

If thousands of craftsmen were given away this time, even the loyal ministers who regarded themselves as war-first faction would not know what was necessary for this Great Zhou.

"Since you've made up your mind, go, kid."

Wen Xianggong had two lines of tears on his face, and he said sadly:

"The lifelong aspiration of our Wen family is to revitalize the Great Zhou. If you cannot do this, then you will show your ambition with death! I will serve you tomorrow as a wine for you!"

"Yes! Father!"

"master!!!"

Sudden!

A scream came from outside the door, and the sharp voice instantly shattered the solemn and solemn atmosphere in the hall.

Mr. Wen shouted loudly: "Who is making noise here!"

"Not good, Master!!!"

The housekeeper who was responsible for circulating at the gate of Wen's house arrived with the sound and rolled and crawled into the hall. He didn't look at the road and almost bumped into Wen's arms.

"Irregular! Go and get twenty boards by yourself!"

"No, Master!" The housekeeper didn't care how Mr. Wen punished him, but just knelt on the ground and repeated a word loudly:

"Outside the door! Outside the door! Outside the door!"

"What's outside the door?" Wen Zhong, who always showed himself as a humble gentleman, asked in a low voice: "Don't worry, just talk."

"There are Tartars outside the door!!!"

Even Wen Zhong couldn't help frowning when the sound of the roof was shining.

"Just just now, a Tartar soldier knocked on the door of our house. When the villain opened the door, he saw that it was not good, so he had to ask someone to hold the door and then rushed over to inform the master!"

The housekeeper cried:

"Master, eldest, second young master, think of a solution!"

"Nothing!" Mr. Wen was so angry that his whole body trembled.

"The villain didn't lie, sir!"

"Even if there are Tartars outside, how can you scare you like this!" Wen Xianggong scolded: "You are also an old man from the Wen family! If everyone around me is afraid of Tartars like tigers, what is the meaning of everything we call for!"

"roll!"

Mr. Wen kicked the butler aside with a grudge against the iron.

Then he slightly tidied his collar and said to the young war-torn officials, including his two sons:

"Let's go, let's meet the Tartars at the door, and see what they want to do to me, the old man who retired!"

"Dare not obeying!"

These literati who claimed to be noble character bowed to Mr. Wen together, then followed the core of the war faction with his head held high and his chest straight to the gate of the Wen family.

After a moment, the closed door of Wen's house opened again.

Mr. Wen took the lead and was the first to cross his own threshold.

The old man with white beard looked around for a while but could not find the Tartars in the butler's mouth.

He saw two young men wearing green collars standing respectfully in front of his house with their heads down.

There are often such young people who come to visit the door of Mr. Wen’s house. After all, he has been the prime minister and has the possibility of resurrection. Many young people are willing to vote under his disciples.

Moreover, his husband's name is extremely famous and is known as one of the great masters of the world. He also opened a college in Lin'an to cultivate the future of the Great Zhou.

Some wealthy gentry or businessmen in Jiangnan regarded studying in Wen Xianggong's academy as a kind of ladder.

On weekdays, there are endless carriages and horses in front of Wen's house. Young people who come to give gifts and study or fame can stand all over the open space in the square in front of Wen's house.

But today, for some reason, Mr. Wen only saw these two young people at first sight, and he couldn't even see the bustling crowds waiting in front of the door before, let alone the Tartars.

Oh, by the way, there were two girls holding gifts standing beside the young man, and there was a kneeling behind the girl..., uh..., Xianggong Wen found the Tartar the butler mentioned.

My husband Wen took a closer look.

That's right, this is indeed a fake Tartar.

He was wearing cheap burlap clothes, strong and strong, with a tiger's back and bear's waist. Even if he didn't look at his face, he could feel a sense of barbarity from him.

But the Tartar was kneeling on his knees at the gate of Wen's house, with his hands on the ground, his bare head buried deep on the ground, revealing only a ridiculous rat tail.

No matter how fierce a person appears in front of him in this way, it is difficult for people to feel threatened, right?

Although Mr. Wen claimed that he was not afraid of the Tartars, he did not think that his reputation could make the Tartars so respectful.

So the problem must be with the two young people at the door.

By the way, Mr. Wen also understood why his house was so deserted today - I'm afraid they were scared away by the Tartars?

The real protagonist of the trip to Jiangnan, Xu Shiliu, who is ranked fifth in the Xu family, stepped forward, bowed deeply to Mr. Wen, and asked:

"I wonder if this is Mr. Wen's residence?"

Prince Wen looked at the young man carefully: he was wearing a green collar, had a hair tie, a lazy scarf on his forehead, and a standard maid dress.

He is tall and not as tall as the student who has not yet stepped forward behind him, but he is definitely much taller than ordinary people.

He has dark skin and obviously works on his own, not the kind of hard study that doesn't distinguish between grains.

The face is clearly angular and a hint of pride and confidence.

Especially this kind of self-confidence, Mr. Wen hasn't seen it on the faces of Han people for more than ten years.

The first impression this young man gave Wen Xianggong was very good, and it vaguely reminded the old man of his youth, and the great Zhou Dynasty was still at its peak.

"I am Wen Jiefu."

Mr. Wen stroked his long, gray beard and asked curiously:
Chapter completed!