Just as Dong Ping and Mu Hong were driving their horses to Shanzhou, Wei Fuliang, who was the target of their trip, was still living his usual life.

Although the name Wei Fuliang seems to be so unknown in the world, but in the area of Shanzhou, the name of the famous Wei Fuliang has long been spread, not to mention that the rich businessmen and giants in Shanzhou are all vying to be the first to pay huge sums of money to invite him to be the seat in the palace, that is, Lu Shaohe, who is the governor of Shanzhou, has also sent people to invite many times, hoping that he can enter the staff to assist in political affairs.

As an ordinary person, in the face of so many invitations, I am afraid that I would have picked and picked the best one a long time ago, or I chose the best one and lived a worry-free life early, but I didn't want Wei Fuliang to refuse all the invitations, and only took care of his own private school, which was too small to be small, teaching and teaching, although the life was also hard, but he was hot in it.

On this day, as usual, he opened the private school in the morning, taught and taught, arranged homework, watched the students sit in their places, shaking their heads and reciting the grand ceremony of the sages, he would always unconsciously ** his not too long black beard, smiling silently, it can be said that this is the most relaxing and comfortable moment of his day.

In the afternoon, after all the students left from class, there would always be an unnatural smile on his face, because every time at this time, there would be a line of wealthy merchants and magistrates in the city waiting to invite him to a banquet, day after day, as long as he did not make a choice for a day, the banquet would continue until he belonged.

Sure enough, after the last student bowed to him and said goodbye, the housekeepers who had been waiting outside his private school suddenly rushed out, and they introduced to him which chef he had invited in the house today, or which famous actor he had invited, which disturbed him so much that his face was not so much laughing as crying, but after dealing with the work at hand, he casually got into the carriage of the family and went to the mansion to drink and feast.

If ordinary people can go to the rich businessman is Zhizhou Mansion to drink and feast, I am afraid that they will be so happy that they will not be able to find the north, so they will burn incense and pray, thank God and their ancestors, and even more, they will bathe and change clothes, and wear good clothes that they are reluctant to wear for the rest of their lives, but Wei Fuliang has long been immune to all this, and in his opinion, if he can not go, he will burn incense to thank God.

Although the banquet was quite sumptuous, and the opera was also very exciting, Wei Fuliang was not interested at all, and it was easy to get to the end, and when he returned to his home, he was already tired, and gently beat his waist and legs, but he was not half sleepy, and slowly walked to his study, lit the oil lamp, and looked at the posture, which was clearly to read at night.

It's just that he had just picked up a volume of "The Analects" and had only read three lines when he heard a rapid knock outside the door, and his face suddenly showed a look of surprise, "It's so late, who will come to me?" He had the heart not to open the door, but the people outside the door seemed to be sure that he was in the house, and the thunderous knocking on the door kept sounding, and looking at the posture, it felt like knocking on the door.

Wei Fuliang is not a person who likes to be noisy and lively, and it is already hard work to deal with those banquets on weekdays, so he pointed to being able to read quietly at night, and he didn't want to be disturbed, so in desperation, he could only sigh, put down the scroll in his hand, put on his coat and went to open the door.

Wei Fuliang walked to the door, took a deep breath, and asked, "Who is knocking on the door so late at night?" ”

The person outside the door did not answer him, but knocked on the door even louder, Wei Fuliang was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of a possibility in his heart, and quickly reached out and took out a stick from behind the door and held it in his hand, and then took the door latch down with trembling hands.

The person outside the door didn't seem to expect him to take the latch down, and still knocked on the door vigorously, under this knock, he immediately knocked on a void, and the person also stumbled in, Wei Fuliang saw a figure rushing in, his heart couldn't help beating wildly, and he didn't know where the courage came from, he raised his stick and hit the person hard.

The man also seemed to sense something, and hurriedly jumped back, raised his hands in front of him, and shouted repeatedly: "Brother Wei, it's me, don't hit the wrong person!" ”

Wei Fuliang only felt that this was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, so he walked forward suspiciously to take a look, and was suddenly startled, and hurriedly threw the stick in his hand aside, holding the man's hands, and shouted with a little disgust: "Oh, it turned out to be Brother Dong Ping, the younger brother asked you like that, why didn't you just not answer, so that the little brother almost hit the wrong person!" Come on, come on, hurry up and follow the little brother into the house to talk! Without waiting for Dong Ping to speak, he dragged him into the house.

Entering the house, the two of them inevitably talked about it for a while, Dong Ping was not a patient person, and the little patience he had was slowly worn out in such nonsense, and when he was about to explain his intention to Wei Fuliang, he heard Wei Fuliang ask: "The last time I heard about my brother's whereabouts was three years ago, when I heard that my brother was serving in the Western Army, the younger brother was really happy for his brother for a while, with his brother's martial arts, he will definitely be able to shine there, but I don't know that my brother is here today, But for what? ”

Dong Ping heard him ask this, but he was in the middle of it, and couldn't help but get up and pretend to look inside and outside the house, and looked at Wei Fuliang inexplicably, so he sighed leisurely, and told Wei Fuliang what happened after he went to the Western Army, and everything that happened after he arrived in Dongping Mansion, and at the end, he didn't forget to tell him, "Brother Song Gongming is really a man of great talent and strategy, with a splendid mind, I don't know how many times better than those traitorous ministers in the court who are jealous of the virtuous and powerful, and now he only needs a chance, The opportunity to make the court pay attention, once Zhao'an, it must have a bright future, whether it is a brother or with me, to help Brother Gongming. ”

Dong Ping said it impassionedly, even after he finished speaking, he was still immersed in the bright prospects he described, and he didn't notice that Wei Fuliang was already dumbfounded at this time, and Wei Fuliang didn't expect that his good brother was actually here to persuade him to serve Song Jiang, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only open his mouth wide and be stunned there.

After a long time, Wei Fuliang closed his mouth that had already dried up, moistened his tongue hard, and said in a still hoarse voice: "Brother's good intentions, the younger brother understands it, but the younger brother can't do it, even if he carries a few books, he has to breathe for a long time, even if he takes refuge in King Song, I'm afraid it's just an extra mouth, so the younger brother can only thank Bumin and say sorry!" ”

Dong Ping seemed to have expected Wei Fuliang to say this, and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Virtuous brother, don't be humble, how can a foolish brother not know that you are familiar with military books and war strategies, and you have a beautiful plan in your chest, if you vote for Brother Gongming, you will definitely not be buried!" ”

Wei Fuliang saw that Dong Ping's oil and salt did not enter, as if he had to take himself away, he couldn't help but be secretly anxious, and when he was about to say more, he heard a "bang" sound, and the window on the wall was kicked up, and he saw Mu Hong holding a cold big knife and jumping in through the gap.

Mu Hong couldn't help but say, he directly put the big knife on Wei Fuliang's neck, and roared in a rough and vicious voice: "My brother Gongming can afford you, so he asked you to be a military advisor, I don't want you to be ignorant of things, just push and push, in this case, instead of keeping you to go to the traitor in the future, it is better for grandpa to cut you here!" With a roar, he raised the big knife and slashed it at Wei Fuliang's neck.

This move made Wei Fuliang's soul scattered, his face turned pale, and he screamed miserably, "My life is over!" He closed his eyes in despair.

It's just that he waited for a long time and didn't wait for the sharp pain to come, he was a little surprised in his heart, squinted his eyes, and saw Dong Ping stretching out his hand to support Mu Hong's big knife, looking at himself eagerly, "Brother, you hurry up and agree, don't you really want to send your life here?" ”

Wei Fuliang glanced at Mu Hong, who was angry at him, and then at Dong Ping, who was full of eagerness, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, as if he had lost his support all of a sudden, and said in despair: "Okay... Well, I... I... Promise... You... You... Is! ”

Wei Fuliang looked like this, he didn't notice it, and when Dong Ping and Mu Hong heard this, a knowing smile appeared on their faces at the same time.