After a night of rain and dew infiltrated in Beijing, the Bianliang Imperial Palace ushered in a new morning glow. Pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info the top of the palace is full of yellow glazed tiles, inlaid with green trimming, purple pillars and golden beams, under the bright color glow, the golden glazed tile heavy eaves of the palace top, it looks particularly brilliant.

The white marble paved ground shines with a warm light, there seems to be a curling mist shrouding the unreal palace in the distance, the phoenix on the eaves carved from sandalwood spreads its wings, the floating windows carved from green tiles, the wall panels piled up with jade, and in the gray early morning, the palace maid walks in front of the cold and majestic palace with lanterns.

"Retreat."

Emperor Wen of Jin dissipated into the air under an order, and the hundred officials and ministers who bowed down in front of the cold floor raised their heads. Chen Anzhi, who had just taken office as the right servant of Shangshu, raised his head, only to see that on the golden dragon chair, the young and young son of the Xu family shrugged his head, looking drowsy, while the nine-thousand-year-old Huang Shiliang, who was standing on the side of the hall, looked arrogant and had no one in his eyes.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Chen Anzhi lowered his head in fear, and removed the idea of great rebellion and disrespect from his mind.

Fortunately, the Chen family contributed to the coup d'état and avoided the danger of being implicated.

Chen Anzhi looked absent-minded when he exited the palace, and almost hit the temple pillars, he raised his head and saw that the two pillars were connected by a carved dragon, the dragon head poked out of the eaves, and the dragon tail went straight into the hall, which perfectly combined practicality and decoration into one, increasing the imperial spirit of the palace.

It also adds a shadow to the heart.

"Brother."

The rain and dew in the early morning were slightly cool, and a shout behind him made him shiver subconsciously, and the stereotype and seriousness of the nine thousand years old's face flashed in his mind.

Chen Chunqiu quickly chased after him from behind and walked side by side with his brother. Since Chen Anzhi was promoted to the right servant of Shangshu, he also naturally sat in the position of Shangshu of the Ministry of Households, replacing the guy who was unlucky because of the coup d'état. The Chen family is now stable in the court, one is a celebrity who is the prime minister of the court, and the other is a henchman of the Sable Temple, so there is no need to be as worried as others and walk on thin ice.

"Zhongxu went to Bianliang today, and I have already arranged for someone to pick him up at the pier ferry. Brother don't worry, although the household department has been temporarily arranged to fill the vacancy, but if the operation is smooth, he will soon be able to climb to the position of Zuo Cao Shilang. ”

"Chunqiu, what my brother cares about is not Zhongxu, but the next situation in Bianliang officialdom, you should also know the gossip in the court, right?"

Chen Chunqiu stopped and looked at Chen Anzhi beside him. A deep sorrow condensed on his face and lingered. In the vermilion purple official robes that talked and laughed and went to the imperial gate, there was a cluster of water and grass in the stream.

Wavering.

Chen Chunqiu asked tentatively, "Ye Guozhu's entry into the court?" ”

"yes."

Chen Anzhi sighed, slowly walked out of the palace gate with his hands on his back, and looked back at the Bianliang Imperial Capital before leaving, this majestic palace city was like a huge shackle, locking the fate of his Chen family. Even the occasional familiar face passing by nodded absentmindedly and said hello.

"Ye Guozhu entered the court, and today's saints can no longer tolerate the nine-thousand-year-old arrogant, and after the death of Li Dangxian's gang of orphans, nine thousand-year-old one person is bigger, he naturally wants to take advantage of the situation, Ye Guozhu is the only remaining lonely minister of the first dynasty, and a role model for scholars in the world. Move him out to hold down the nine thousand years old...... Driving the tiger and chasing the wolf......"

Chen Chunqiu's heart chuckled, now the Chen family is clinging to the nine-thousand-year-old power, and once he loses, he will lose all his net worth.

"Nine thousand years old is a high power, even if Ye Huangchao wants to bring him down, it will take time, but the Chen family had better take precautions, otherwise I am afraid that there will be no more years. Recently, Song Guanzi, who has had no last resort, also left Bianliang to go to Hangzhou, and it is time to call Zhong Qing back. After the pacification division of Jiangnan and North Road was arrested, Song Guanzi went to Liangzhejiang Road, and now the saint is going to fight back, the water in Hangzhou is even deeper than I imagined, Zhong Qing continues to stay there, I am afraid that there will be an accident. ”

Chen Anzhi sighed, he didn't know everything that happened in Bianliang City at this time, walked to the carriage, and said to Chen Chunqiu, who was following behind, "Chunqiu, come to my house tonight and wash the dust for Zhongxu." ”

"Okay."

The vague mist dissipated in the morning glow.

The crowd in Zichen Hall has dissipated, but Fan Xiwen did not retreat, saying that the companion is like a tiger, but there is not only one tiger sitting next to him, no matter what he does, it is thrilling step by step.

Nine thousand years old who covers the sky with one hand, the heart is unwilling to be a saint today.

Fan Xiwen, who is caught in the middle, chooses the wrong step, and he will be beheaded.

Xu Yuan sat in the imperial study, casually flipping through the words of the sage on the table, and sighed when he saw the "early dynasty Yan to tell the soldiers" in "Lü's Spring and Autumn Period".

Diligent people listen to the government, what about food and clothing? Xu Yuan didn't want to be like his father, creating a miracle of the Yonghui Spring of Guotai and Min'an, Tuo Guchen, nine thousand years old, one stubble after another people blocked him and couldn't move.

He didn't look back, just opened his mouth to speak, which could make Fan Xiwen behind him tremble.

"With the help of the Cardinal Division, I took the Jiangnan North Road Pacification Division, and I ate a nine-thousand-year-old son. Sent Song Guanzi to Liangzhejiang Road, in order to cut off the sable temple's chess pieces on Liangzhejiang Road, this game of chess not only had to eat its second son, but also his army. Prime Minister Fan, what do you think of this game? ”

Fan Xiwen lowered his head and didn't dare to speak casually.

He did not have the courage to preside over the court, at most he was an auxiliary minister. Sable Temple took a fancy to his weakness, so he took out his hand to be a puppet of control.

Xu Yuan sighed, the coup d'état of the Shangyuan Festival seemed to have transformed the young man in front of him into a gloomy high-ranking person overnight, and after many people died, he realized that if he wanted not to be mermaids, he was a son of the Xu family, and there were still many things to do. That day, when the letter asked himself what was the best way to wait for the edict, Song Qingzhao only whispered ten words.

The amount is small, not a gentleman, non-toxic and not a husband.

Xu Yuan continued to take care of himself and said, "Song Guanzi is playing chess with the entire Liangzhejiang Road as a chessboard, Guangling Water Division, Haoqiang nobles are his chess pieces, sometimes I feel that the Manchu Dynasty civil and military officials, and there is not even a chess chess of the deceased ministers of the old country to be taken advantage of." Nine thousand years old thought that he had sent away the thorn in the eye of the court, but he never thought that this thorn in the eye would slaughter him a big dragon. ”

Fan Xiwen couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, is the Liangzhejiang Road more important than the Jin-Liao War that may occur at any time in the future?" ”

Xu Yuan stared at "Zheng Boke Duan Yu Yan" in the first part of the Spring and Autumn Zuo Biography, his eyes focused on the sentence that many injustices will kill him, and quietly clenched his fists.

Instead of answering the question, he asked another.

"Prime Minister Fan, I am now playing chess with two hands, do you know what is the difference between the game in Northern Liao and the game in Jiangnan?"

Fan Xiwen opened his mouth and whispered, "Weichen doesn't know. ”

"The sixteen states of Yanyun are the same bureau, and we need to fill them with human lives. The bureau of Liangzhejiang Road is a rapidly changing bureau, and Song Guanzi is ready, and he needs those people to exchange their lives. Why is it only you who have been summoned to the study today? ”

"The plot that is destined to cause a storm when I say it just now, I tell you, can you know the reason?"

Fan Xiwen was in a cold sweat, a wrong word in this kind of question is the end of the head moving. Although he is weak by nature, it does not mean that his brain is not good, and after these words, he will either die or follow the current saint.

Xu Yuan's tone was cold, and his eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Don't think that I don't know that you are Ye Huangchao's idle chess, no one expected that in the end it was you who climbed to the position of prime minister. Prime Minister Fan, you came from a clear background, but you were promoted by the eunuch party, and it was not someone else who finally gave you a chance, it was me. ”

With a plop, the prime minister who was admired by the whole dynasty knelt in front of the emperor, without saying a word, kowtowing and pounding garlic.

Song Guanzi is gone, he still needs an eagle dog that can be controlled by himself, and Fan Xiwen is the most suitable person, more of the secrets hidden in this person. Xu Yuan slowly picked up the Go black, turned his head to face the prime minister who was prostrate on the ground behind him, trembling.

The corners of his mouth finally showed a satisfied smile, and after listening to the sage teachings of the prince and the prince, he finally heard the unique imperial technique from the mouth of Song Guanzi.

"Be my dog, I can make you rich and powerful."

"It's about 9,000 years old."