Pang Ji didn't think about it, and replied directly: "This is a good policy." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The official bowed his head: "Well, Yi Yongtang's performance is very agreeable." ”

Pang Ji asked, "So, what is allowed to be played?" ”

This question, in fact, is just a formality.

But the official did not answer.

The afternoon of Wende Hall was quiet and silent.

The ginkgo biloba leaves in the courtyard are windless and automatic, and the leaves rub against each other, which sounds similar to human speech.

In the imperial study, Pang Ji sat beside the official.

Across the coffee table in the middle, the side faces of the official family are close at hand.

The fragrance of tea is faint.

In this situation, the two seem to be chatting after tea and drinking, more than serious discussions between monarchs and ministers.

There are so many people in the DPRK and China, only he has this privilege.

A hundred officials with flowing water, and a prime minister with iron.

The rosewood Taishi chair under him was ordered by the official family a year ago to be customized for him.

The backrest and armrests are connected to form a five-leaf screen. The backrest, armrests and chair surfaces are at right angles, with a solemn and rigorous appearance, heavy materials, wide and exaggerated, and elaborate decorations.

Along with this chair arrived, there was also an edict appointing Pang Ji as the crown prince and prince.

Although it is customary for the prime minister to concurrently serve as the prince, it is also the highest honor given by the official family.

"Since it is made for Prime Minister He's new Taishi, why don't you change it to the 'Taishi Chair'?"

At the time, the official family said so.

This is the only chair named after an official position since ancient times.

For the honor and prominence symbolized behind it, people of the time followed suit. All the eunuchs and the homes of the powerful are equipped with "Taishi chairs". This kind of exquisite chair full of wealth is all the rage.

However, the back of the chair is too straight, which is not comfortable to sit for a long time.

Pang Ji moved a few times without a trace, adjusting his sitting posture.

seemed to have been prepared, and the official handed him a note.

-- "What the right counselor Yi said, the minister could not agree. ”

That's the opening sentence.

After that, he freely listed the disadvantages of the salt tax reform.

It is reasonable, and the words are conclusive.

Pang Ji read it carefully and secretly wondered: he had seen this trace, but he couldn't remember whose handwriting it was. The wording of the article is also very familiar, but I can't tell whose style it is.

With all the doubts in his heart, he frowned lightly and turned to the last page of the recital.

- "The minister Pang is respectful. ”

Pang Ji's hand stood up as if he had been electrocuted, and said solemnly: "The official is a clear guide, the old minister agrees with what Yi Yongtang said, and he has never written such a recital...... Moreover, the ...... on this fold It's not the handwriting of the old minister. ”

"I know."

After the official finished these three words leisurely, he turned his head to look at him and smiled slightly.

Pang Ji didn't know how to describe this smile.

It was obviously a harmless smile for humans and animals, but he felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

"So, please copy it again for me."

The official seems to be ordering a trivial matter.

When Pang Ji heard this, he woke up like a dream.

No wonder the handwriting looks familiar, it is the handwriting of the official. It's just that this trace has always been written in vermilion, and he can't recognize it for a while.

It's no wonder that the words and sentences of the article are familiar, and it is clearly his own style. It's just that he can't remember it for a while when he appears on the unfamiliar fold.

The official imitated his style and wrote such a recital.

Pang Ji's heart was so confused that he couldn't get the point: "Official, the minister agrees with what Yi Yongtang said." ”

The official picked up the cup, took a sip slowly, and then put the porcelain cup on the table, and turned it around with his fingertips along the rim of the cup.

"I don't care if the prime minister agrees with it or not."

He said.

Smart people talk to smart people and never use superfluous nonsense.

With just one sentence, Pang Ji suddenly clarified the antecedents.

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