Xuanxia

Chapter 745 Officialdom...

Pushing open the door, Fu Qingzhou saw the old site of the Wulin Alliance silent in the middle of the night... Of course, it should now be called the Xuanmeng Headquarters.

"Sir, you just woke up, do you want to rest first..." The secret envoy behind him whispered to persuade.

But halfway through his words, Fu Qingzhou turned around and smiled at him: "I slept for three days, I have rested enough."

The emissary smiled and said, "Yes."

"Is there anything special that needs to be reported in the past three days? Tell me now."

Fu Qingzhou said as he sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.

The secret envoy also sat down and said, "There is news from the capital that Lord Ning of the Secret Sword Tower has recovered a little and will also come to Luoyi."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned: "Ning Wuwang? He's here too... Okay, what else?"

"Also, the second young lady will be here soon."

The emissary said, "She sent a message saying that she would transfer a few people from the Northern Frontier Army to help."

"Ha, that couldn't be better." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile.

Next, the secret envoy reported a few more things, but none of them were big deals.

For example, Qiu Chan had already set off for the capital as he requested.

For example, Zhao Hao, who had set out from Shudu at the same time, had been taken to the capital's prison and was being fed and drunk.

However, it is said that this guy made an angry accusation from the prison.

"Even if I starve to death, I won't eat a bite of pickles or steamed buns!"

In this regard, the special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion made an important instruction - "Then starve him to death. Mingjian Pavilion is short of money now, and it's good that we didn't ask him for food expenses."

Apart from these insignificant little things, there are three relatively important things.

The first thing is... to call people!
Perhaps it was the battle on the official road that really pissed off several Dongtian seniors - they started to frantically call for people in the past three days!
Fu Qingzhou now has some background and reputation in the martial arts world, but how long has he been in the martial arts world? How can he compare with these old martial arts masters?
Does he know how many hermit masters there are in those mountain valleys?
Does he know how many ancestors and great masters are hidden in some old sects?

Of course he didn't know and didn't understand.

But these old hands know!
They can also get the people that Fu Qingzhou can get; they can also get the people that Fu Qingzhou cannot get!
That's one thing.

In addition, because Fu Qingzhou, Zhao Xia and Lan Jingsong had said that they would use the Xuanmeng Ceremony to formally present the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way, the two of them strongly suggested that the Xuanmeng Ceremony be brought forward during these three days.

"Can't wait?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Why rush? It will only take half a month. Friends from other martial arts sects will come here. Don't they need time? Let them wait."

Now I am going to give you the magic sword. I am not in a hurry. Do you still want to rush me?
You'll be so happy.

What happened to King Xishuo? What happened to the owner of Qianfang Baixiao Tower?

Still waiting!

"The third thing..." The emissary scratched his head: "Wen Renjun, the governor of Luoyi, has always wanted to meet you. He has prepared many gifts, even for our other brothers, but we dare not accept them."

"Now...he should still be waiting in the meeting room."

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows.

The prefect of Luoyi?

You don’t even know him?

At this time, the secret envoy lowered his voice and reminded: "This person used to have a very good relationship with Jiang Baichuan. Previously, when the commander came here to encircle and suppress Jiang Baichuan, this person was also very attentive..."

Fu Qingzhou suddenly realized.

This is because he is worried about his career.

Then what’s the point of looking for yourself?
"Let's go and meet him." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile.

"Now?"

The emissary was slightly startled: "In fact, given your status, it would not be a big deal even if you ask him to wait until tomorrow morning."

"Everyone will be awake tomorrow morning. I have slept for so long, and everyone must have their own things to deal with." Fu Qingzhou stood up and said, "Today's work will be done today. Go and make arrangements."

The secret envoy stopped persuading him, clasped his fists in response, and left quickly.

After he left, Fu Qingzhou finally grasped the hilt of the German sword.

"Brother Hua, have you looked for me these days?"

He asked secretly in his heart.

De Jian conveyed a calm emotion, obviously no.

Not even three days... Fu Qingzhou frowned.

I don’t know what has happened over there, but I hope Brother Hua is safe. Now that things have come to this, there’s no point in worrying anymore.

As for Huijue's location...

Fu Qingzhou held the Kuhai Lantern Bell.

Just like before, after closing my eyes, I could glimpse a faint light in the endless darkness, but it was much farther away than before.

"Master Huikong's methods are still powerful. I wonder if he will come to this Xuanmeng Conference?"

Before leaving the capital, Fu Qingzhou of course went to Jinchan Temple to invite Huikong, but the other party did not respond.

The situation is different now. I wonder if he will come... If he comes, the position of the leader of the Xuan League will be a foregone conclusion.

Fu Qingzhou put away the Ku Hai Lantern, let out a long breath, and walked towards the conference room.

As for that dream...

Let’s talk about it later.

……

"Master Fu! Master Fu!"

As soon as Fu Qingzhou opened the door of the meeting room, he saw a man with arms outstretched, howling and rushing towards him. He was startled and took a step back. The secret envoy of Mingjian Pavilion beside him was quick to stop the man.

"Prefect Wen."

The emissary said in a deep voice: "Speak slowly."

The person who was stopped was naturally Luoyi prefect Wen Renjun.

But the reason why he was able to scare Fu Qingzhou was naturally because... he didn't look like a prefect at all.

He was not wearing official clothes, and his clothes gave off a sour smell. He looked very sloppy, with messy and uncombed hair, a dry and tangled beard, and two deep dark circles under his eyes.

"You are……"

Fu Qingzhou frowned: "Prefect Wen?"

"It's me..." Wen Renjun took two steps back, his tone sad, and bowed deeply to Fu Qingzhou: "Master Fu, please save me!"

Fu Qingzhou blinked and looked at the secret envoy beside him.

"Lord Wen will be demoted to county magistrate in a month, fined three years' salary, and publicly reprimanded in the court." The secret envoy lowered his head and said.

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wen Renjun who looked miserable: "That's not bad."

Although he didn't quite understand the official system, he could indeed hear it, which was nothing.

Wen Renjun had a good relationship with Jiang Baichuan before. Now that Jiang Baichuan was in trouble, he, the prefect Wen, had not been implicated before... The reason he was punished this time was probably because he hastily invited Li Jingzhe and others, which led to a large number of casualties.

Of course, is there any responsibility on his part in this matter? Not much.

But there is definitely responsibility.

As the prefect, Jiang Baichuan was hiding under your jurisdiction, and before inviting Mingjian Pavilion and the Imperial Guards, you did not get the intelligence in advance, and you hastily made a plan, which led to such a big loophole. There is no way the court will not punish you.

But it’s just a demotion and a salary fine, how big of a deal is that?

"No, Master Fu!"

Prefect Wen said with a sad face: "I will be punished to be sent to a small town on the northern border to be a county magistrate!"

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows again.

Ah... then this is a bit like exile.

"Prefect Wen."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I am neither your superior nor your friend, why should I save you?"

"Your Majesty..."

Wen Renjun pursed his lips and said, "I know that you are very concerned about the Xuanmeng Ceremony, so I can help you in this Xuanmeng Ceremony!"

"Oh?" Fu Qingzhou asked again, "What can the prefect do to help?"

"...I have accumulated some wealth over the years."

Wen Renjun gritted his teeth and said, "As long as Master Fu needs it, everything is possible..."

"Stop!"

Fu Qingzhou glared at him: "Are you trying to bribe me?"

"I dare not! I dare not!" Wen Renjun lowered his head even lower: "What I mean is, if you want to use the power of the martial arts world to encircle and suppress Jiang Baichuan, you must at least give some prizes, right? I am willing to... add icing on the cake."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I have prepared these things a long time ago, so I am not short of them."

"Nature! Natural!"

Wen Renjun quickly said: "I have something else too!"

His expression tensed and he glanced secretly at the secret envoy beside him.

Fu Qingzhou also smiled at the secret envoy.

The secret envoy understood and said no more. After bowing, he left quickly, not forgetting to close the door.

It was only then that Wen Renjun lowered his voice and whispered, "Master Fu, I heard that you and Master Yue Heng are like brothers, right?"

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

How did this matter involve Yue Heng?
"Now, Lord Yue is highly valued by His Majesty, and this is known to everyone." Wen Renjun said softly: "This matter is a bit mysterious - everyone knows that he is from the Yuan family, and everyone knows that he is a popular person around His Majesty, but at the same time, everyone knows that His Majesty has had some minor frictions with the aristocratic families recently..."

"Not long ago, Lord Yue and Lord Bai of the Privy Council teamed up to report on Ye Maojie of the Ministry of Personnel, exposing the corruption of this former vice minister and asking His Majesty to dismiss him from his post and punish him."

"But everyone knows that Ye Maojie is also from the Yuan family."

"After this incident, although Lord Yuan didn't say anything, Lord Yue must have..."

Fu Qingzhou's head swelled up after hearing this, and he frowned and interrupted him: "Prefect Wen, what do you want to say?"

"Hey, hey, hey."

Wen Renjun smiled awkwardly and said, "Master Fu, in fact, I am also attached to the Yuan family..."

Fu Qingzhou's pupils paused.

"But this time, because I caused such a big mess, they no longer care about me."

Wen Renjun's smirk turned into a bitter smile: "I have heard a little about the incident in Wuli Village. Lord Fu said that he wanted to use the Xuanmeng Ceremony to encircle and suppress Jiang Baichuan, but more importantly, it is actually the person behind Jiang Baichuan, right?"

Fu Qingzhou's expression calmed down.

He smiled and said, "Go on."

Wen Renjun's eyes lit up, knowing that he had grasped the key point, and hurriedly said: "The Yuan family and the Lan family are of the same blood. They are both aristocratic families that have existed longer than Dayan. The power behind Jiang Baichuan is monstrous. Even if it is not one of their two families, it is related to them!"

"Master Fu, if you want to deal with them, you can't just use fistfights. You have to do what you should do in the officialdom, before you can..."

He put his hands together: "It's like a sandwich!"

(End of this chapter)