The warm sun in late autumn was not like winter or midsummer. It brought a slight breeze and made people feel extremely comfortable.
A carriage slowly drove out from Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The carriage shook gently, and the bell hanging beside the curtain made a crisp and pleasant sound, echoing in the alleys of Chang 'an.
The commoners all looked at him with admiration and took the initiative to avoid him.
This sound was unique in Chang 'an.
Everyone knew that it was the carriage of the current prime minister, Lord Fang.
"Cough cough cough…"
Inside the carriage, a skinny old man with a pale face was holding onto a square table and coughing violently.
His breathing was like an old bellow, grinding against one's ears.
"Keming, did you drink again last night?”
Fang Xuanling frowned and asked worriedly.
Du Ruhui paused for a moment before raising his head and waving his hand."It's nothing. It's just that the autumn has been cold these few days and I've caught a cold.”
"Sometimes I have some wine late at night. It's fine, it's fine.”
"If there are too many matters in the Ministry of Revenue, you can give some of them to them." Fang Xuanling sighed.”
"There are some things that obviously require the Ministry of Central Affairs to check carefully. You don't have to check them at the Ministry of Revenue.”
"However, don't touch this wine. Lin Shuai has reminded you again and again that your thirst can't be cured, it can only be controlled.”
"The current Imperial Court is completely under the control of the two of us, so there hasn't been any trouble.”
"You can't fall at this time.”
"The Great Tang has obtained its prosperity with great difficulty.”
Fang Xuanling's eyes reddened. Looking out of the window at the prosperous Chang 'an City, he felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Du Ruhui shook his head. Ever since Lin Chuan left, most of the officials in the court had retired. The people from the Zhangsun Clan were of little use and had no great talents.
In the past few years, he and Fang Xuanling had no choice but to personally handle many matters.
It was common to stay up all night.
He had a lot of work to do in the Ministry of Revenue, but Du Ruhui's work in the Ministry of Central Affairs was even more onerous than his official duties.
How could he add to the burden of his old friend?
The two of them looked at each other in silence. The fatigue on the faces of the two old men who were over fifty years old could be seen with the naked eye.
Leaning against the swaying carriage, he actually slowly fell asleep.
……
……
"Milord, we have arrived at the Supreme Court."
The carriage stopped, and the coachman lifted the curtain and called out.
Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui rubbed their sleepy eyes and quickly hid the fatigue on their faces.
Xiao Yu, Duke of Song, was already waiting at the door.
His fair and chubby body, coupled with his honest face, made him look quite comical.
When he saw Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, he said in surprise,""The two of you are finally here."
"Are you going to take Wei Renjing away today?”
Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui were busy with official matters. As long as they did not have to appear, they would not even attend the morning court session.
There was only one thing that was worth solving in the Court of Judicial Review.
It was Wei Zheng, who had been locked up in prison for a month!
"It seems that State Duke Song is quite dissatisfied with Lord Wei." Fang Xuanling smiled.”
"Where is he now?"
Xiao Yu thought to himself,'How is it dissatisfaction? I'm about to be tortured to death by this old man.”
"You're so carefree, completely treating the Supreme Court as your own home.”
"Ahem…"
Xiao Yu coughed dryly and said in a strange tone,"Lord Wei is brewing tea in the courtyard."
Fang Xuanling looked at Xiao Yu in surprise."Shouldn't he be in the Heaven Prison? Why is he in the courtyard?”
Xiao Yu sighed helplessly."It's a long story. Milords, please follow me first.”
He really couldn't say anything. At first, Wei Zheng was still quite obedient. He relied on his good relationship with him to drink wine and eat meat in the prison.
Usually, when the weather was good, they would let him out to bask in the sun.
Xiao Yu also knew that it was common for Wei Zheng to go to prison. He wouldn't stay for long, so he followed him.
However, who would have thought that Wei Zheng would stay here for a month this time? He had the intention of settling down here.
As time passed, Wei Zheng started to take advantage of them.
He would throw a tantrum and do anything.
The ability of the meat was even better than Cheng Yaojin.
The three of them quickly walked into the Supreme Court.
After passing through a few corridors, they arrived at an elegant courtyard deep within the government office.
The courtyard was neither too big nor too small. There was a small bamboo forest with a lotus pond in the middle. Most of the lotus flowers had already withered.
Only a few flowers were left above the water, facing the warm autumn sun, looking unusually bright.
A skinny old man was sitting not far away from the pond. There was a small stove in front of him and a square table on his left. He was lying on a long bench, basking in the sun and enjoying himself.
"Xuancheng-"
Fang Xuanling called out and strode over.
Wei Zheng's ears twitched and he got up from the recliner.
He clapped his hands and laughed.
"Aiya, Xuanling, Keming, I knew you two would come today.”
"Hahaha, come, come, try my newly brewed tea.”
Wei Zheng was enthusiastic as he pulled Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui into the courtyard.
Fang and Du did not know whether to laugh or cry. They were arranged to sit by Wei Zheng. The people who were originally in prison were now on vacation.
The four of them took a sip of tea and exchanged a few pleasantries.
Taking advantage of the gentle breeze and warm sun, he was able to relax.
After a while, Fang Xuanling finally got to the point.
"Brother Wei, do you really plan to spend the rest of your life here?”
Wei Zheng leaned back on the recliner, his eyes half-closed. The Xie Zhi crown on his head was thrown aside.
The water surface of the pond in the courtyard was blown by the wind, sparkling and rippling with warmth.
Wei Zheng raised his hand above his head and looked into the distance as he said faintly.
"Wei Zheng was originally a prisoner, so there's nothing wrong with going wherever he came from.”
"Moreover, this place is quiet."
"Le, don't miss Shu!"
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