Wu Sansi was named King of Liang, so there were naturally many officials set up by the court in the palace, but as Princess Taiping said, these people were just decorations in Wu Sansi's eyes. What could be used by him was the kind of managers at all levels who had clan relatives.

As the saying goes, the seventh-rank official of the Prime Minister. Although Wu Sansi is not a prime minister, as his nephew who is very favored by the emperor and has been named a king in Kaifu, his power is not worse than that of the ministers of the Zhengshi Hall. As the number one confidant of such a magnificent figure, Wu Hui's identity cannot be underestimated even if he is not a rank official. No wonder he can use such a arrogant reputation...

"Just meet the guests in the flower hall, Yuzhu, and I will send someone to invite my elder brother to welcome him." After Tang Song gave Yuzhu instructions, Xiang Taiping raised the name of the thorn in his hand, "It's better to come here as a coincidence. Why don't the princess meet this person with me?"

"Just rely on him?" Taiping smiled "sneered", with disdain on his face.

After laughing, Taiping looked at Tang Song, "Send someone to the mansion to greet him? Why, can you not go there?"

After moving his hands and feet, he felt the faint pain of his injuries. Tang Song smiled faintly, "I feel uncomfortable, how can I welcome you?"

Hearing this, Taiping looked at Tang Song carefully, then pursed his lips and smiled, which was particularly charming.

Although I don’t know why, Taiping clearly saw from Tang Song’s attitude at this time that he was unwilling to approach the Liang Prince’s Mansion. Taiping was too happy for this, but she refused to expose her hidden thoughts and smiled charmingly: “That’s right. Wu Hui is just a slave, and although he is not old, his status in the poetry world is really not low. If he is injured, he still goes to meet such a slave. It’s really bad to spread it. It would be a big deal for scholars all over the world to look at Shen Quanqi and Song Zhiwen.”

Before Song Zhiwen had nothing bad, and Shen Quanqi were both famous literary masters in the world, but because the two were too fame and fortune, they used all the best methods to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy people. Therefore, although their poetry is famous all over the world, their reputation in the scholars is really not very good, which seriously affected their influence among the world's readers. Taiping's words all come from this.

"Shen Yunqing has just been released from prison, and at least he has accumulated some ethics." Shen Quanqi was imprisoned for taking bribes and was recently released from prison and restored to his post. Tang Song said this.

Although Taiping was laughing, the deep meaning in his words was that he was implying that Tang Song began to cherish his feathers at a young age. He was indisputable about this, and he really didn't expect this. It was just because he had a bad impression of Wu Sansi, and the real murderer of the assassination case had not yet understood it. At this time, Wu Sansi came to the door himself, and Tang Song didn't want to go to greet him, let alone just a slave head under his command.

The two of them talked for a few more times, and calculated that Wu Hui was about to go to the backyard. Taiping then closed his smile and said seriously: "Don't just talk to me, otherwise..." Taiping didn't say anything afterwards. After a smile, a girl led her through the side door.

If Wu Hui was inconvenient to see Taiping at this time, Taiping would never see him. Tang Song wanted to get all these things, so it was no surprise that she took the initiative to leave at this moment.

Taiping's figure had just disappeared from the corner in the distance. At the moon gate of the backyard, Shangguan Jin, who had suffered a serious injury on his arm for a few days, walked in with Wu Hui.

Wu Hui was about 40 years old. He was wearing a royal blue shirt, with a slightly fat body, a white face and slightly bearded, and his pace was very fast when walking. It was better to be considered as good as the appearance. But seeing that he didn't hide his face or the coldness he didn't want to hide at all, this person's demeanor was far inferior to that of selling.

Tang Song ignored the coldness on his face, walked down the steps with a faint smile, and walked towards the moon gate, "I am injured and I can't meet you from afar."

Wu Hui, who stood still, smiled when he heard this, "I think Tang Dushi is leaving now, haha, it's a joke."

Wu Hui was usually used to being praised outside, so he had a lot of opinions about Tang Song, a seventh-rank official who didn't come to the door to greet him. He said it was a joke, but the knocking inside was very obvious.

This is the so-called Haonu's face. Tang Song really looked down on such a guy, and he no longer had the intention to greet him. He walked into the flower hall with him with a faint smile on his face.

After entering the hall, Wu Hui sat down without waiting for Tang Song, the owner to speak. Seeing that he was like this, Tang Song had no intention of speaking at all. He sat down and waited for him to speak, and finished speaking early and saw off the guests.

"My King Liang's love for the talents of his later generations has long been known to everyone in the world. He regretted the young rookie who failed to get along with the Tang Du. Some time ago, there were rumors of the assassination case of the Tang Du Du, and my highness was also quite concerned. Now I heard that the capital has returned to the house and ordered someone to come here to inquire." These words were not bad, but Wu Hui's arrogant tone when he spoke destroyed the whole meaning, especially his flattery that he would bow to the distance whenever he talked, which was really a bit eye-catching.

This is the treatment that only emperors in later generations can enjoy. As for the King of Liang, what about it!

After Wu Hui finished speaking, he clapped his hands in a casual manner. The two servants in brocade clothes who came with him came in with him. Each of them held a brocade box in his hand, containing four ginseng in total. Two were white ginseng from Maru and two red ginseng from Silla. It seems that they have been more than a hundred years since then.

As Tang Song was from the seventh-grade upper-level Shangdushi, it was indeed a generous gift for Liang Wang Wusi to take the initiative to make this statement. Therefore, after Wu Hui showed off his own initiative to open the brocade box, the arrogant look on his face became stronger and stronger. "These ginsengs are all good things to nourish the qi of the Yuan and replenish the qi, and can be used for Tang Dushi to nourish the body."

Tang Song didn't look at the brocade box, and smiled faintly in response to Tang Hui's eyes: "I really don't dare to take such a generous gift."

Seeing that Tang Song was still calm when facing King Liang's kindness, Wu Hui looked up to him a little, and waved his hand boldly and said, "I, Wang Aicai, don't say these polite words."

After saying this, he picked up the tea and took a sip, Wu Hui talked about some new things in the imperial city officialdom as if chatting. In a short period of time, the names of officials he mentioned were probably less than thirty or forty, and all of these thirty or forty were middle-level officials who were young and strong. Tang Songcai, the names of two of them, had been seen in those dozen archives.

Speaking of this, how could Tang Song not understand his meaning?

This is again for the official positions vacated by the four families.

After understanding Wu Hui's meaning, Tang Song frowned slightly. The task Lu Yuanfang assigned this time was becoming more and more hot.

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Song felt aroused his heart. He turned around and ordered his servant to invite Shui Jing. When Shui Jing came in, he had already brought his pen, ink, paper and ink.

"These officials are very interesting. I'll bother Mr. Wu to say it again, so I can write it down so that I can get to know you in the future."

After all, Wu Hui had seen the world. Although the crystal's beauty made him stunned, he did not lose his composure. He heard Tang Song's words again and then burst into laughter. "Tang Capital can hear the string songs and know the meaning of elegance, and he also has the heart to make friends. With these two things alone, the future will be limitless in the future."

He mentioned the names just now again. After seeing Shui Jing write down one by one, Wu Hui's smile became stronger. After that, he chatted with Tang Song for a while. While talking about these gossips, his arrogance and the coldness on his face disappeared without a trace. When he talked about some extremely casual topics, he felt a little like a spring breeze.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wu Hui completed a face change, and his whole demeanor was completely different from when he first met.

Seeing him like this, although Tang Song responded to all changes with his unchanging expression and smile, he felt that he had seen this person too simple after all.

With Wu Hui's age, he could have achieved his current status in the Liang Palace. How could he be a person who is so disgusting at first glance. The reason why he used such a strong slave before was clearly that he deliberately used his power to suppress people and lay the foundation for the later talk about the important things. After the important things were finished, he would come back and forth like a spring breeze. The cold and hot things showed all the skills and abilities to rub people.

Although he is just a housekeeper, Wu Hui cannot be underestimated. Thinking of his master Wu Sansi, he is really a difficult master.

After talking for a while with a three-point close relationship, Wu Hui stood up and said goodbye. Tang Song got up and wanted to give it away. Wu Hui stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder first, and said with a smile: "Young Brother Tang is injured, so these common etiquettes will be spared. This is not uncomfortable, and I am also at ease. After the injury is healed another day, I will be close to you and say goodbye to you at the Songwu Shengping Tower."

After saying that, he went straight with his hands on his back, and even Shangguan Jin did not ask for more gifts.

After watching Wu Hui's back disappear into the moon gate, Shangguan Jin yelled, "This person is a bit interesting."

Tang Song nodded, walked to Shuijing, picked up the list she had just recorded and read it, and handed over the list that Taiping had given him before, "You should pay more attention to these people in the future. If you have any new news about them in the future, you need to write and supplement it."

Crystal nodded, and after placing the names of Wu Sansi and Li Lingyue on two sheets of paper, Zheng Erzhi closed the two lists.

This day is destined to be unrestless. That night, when Tang Song continued to read the archives in the room after dinner, another guest came to pay his respects.

Tang Song looked up at the crescent moon rising outside the window. It was already dark. There was still someone coming here at night. The purpose was self-evident.

This time, it was an acquaintance. Fang Shanqi was still in the rosy clothes, and the moonlight of the crescent moon shone on him, and there was a faint smell of being out of the world.

Seeing this familiar scene, Tang Song couldn't help but meet him for the first time in the Lumen Moon Night at the beginning of time travel.

Fang Shanqi is really considered to be Tang Song's "old friend". He is different from others. This time it was the first time he met after more than a year of separation. Intimacy is naturally indispensable.

Tang Song was also very casual in front of him. After a warm greeting, he handed over a bottle of wine and asked directly: "Men Fang Shan, shouldn't he have a list waiting for me?"

"Oh, have you received a lot?" Fang Shanqi asked with a laugh. Isn't the one handed in his hand just a list?

After taking the list, looking at the densely packed names of no less than thirty or forty people, Tang Song couldn't say anything except a wry smile.

"You can rest assured. Although these people are loyal people who care about Li Tang, their Li Party is not very popular and outsiders can't see anything. Even if they are promoted this time, they have no intention of letting them do anything in a short period of time, as it will not affect them."

After Fang Shanqi said this, Tang Song understood. Before Wu Zetian ascended the throne, he had slaughtered and purged a group of Li Party royal families and loyal ministers who were loyal to Li Tang and refused to support him, causing the Li Party's strength to suffer heavy losses at least in the central court. After Wu Zetian ascended the throne, the cultivation of the Li Party's power was even more difficult, and he was also hit by the demotion of eight gentlemen such as Di Renjie, the "rebellion case" last year. To this day, the Li Party's strength has indeed declined greatly.

Under such circumstances, accumulating strength to wait for the future will become something that the Li Party has to do. Since we want to do such a thing, how can we give up the god-given opportunity for the large-scale collapse of officials of the four-family family? However, Fang Shanqi also made it clear that these people were trained as reserves and would not be exposed at any time. If Tang Song was really willing to help, this would be an excellent cover for him.

After listening to Fang Shanqi's words, Tang Song sighed for a long time, "Fangshan people are good friends in my heart, so I will tell the truth to you. Since Lu Ze Chong handed over this matter to me, I cannot let it go. I can't guarantee anything about this list of Je. I can only say that I can do my best. If the final result fails to be as Fang Shan people wishes, I hope you don't blame it for this."

Fang Shanqi smiled, "What you are connected with is a hot potato, how can you not know? Don't say anything, but the four words "do your best" are enough."

Tang Song raised the wine bottle in his hand and the two drank it all in one go.

It was already dark, so Fang Shanqi did not leave any more. After sending him to the gate to witness his departure, Tang Song returned to his room.

On the way, looking at the crescent moon like a hook, and the quiet slanting moonlight under your feet, Tang Song sighed quietly: "What a quiet night when the storm is about to come and the wind fills the building."
Chapter completed!