Fang Zhongyong was busy for most of the night, and when he stepped into his house again, the whole Fang Mansion was already in a quiet state of sleep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since coming to this world, Fang Zhongyong has never felt so cold and lonely for a moment.

Back in his room, Fang Zhongyong took out the spicy wine distilled from his own distillery, took an upside-down teacup on the table at random, turned it over, and didn't bother to pay attention to anything, so he poured himself and drank it.

Wine is the most powerful thing that can amplify people's emotions, and the so-called "borrowing wine to pour sorrow and sorrow" and "Li Baidou's 100 poems about wine" are all portrayals of the role of wine in amplifying thoughts and emotions.

Fold is still missing? How did it go missing? Could it be that she has traveled to another era? …… Fang Zhongyong opened his mind in a cranky thought, and was unwilling to face the two words that were more terrible than disappearance - "death".

Thinking of this, Fang Zhongyong felt that the wine was surging up, he staggered to his desk, took out a fountain pen, and took out a stack of hard card paper used for the special printing of Yue Shuzhai, and began to doodle after drinking.

Military generals can "pick up the lamp and look at the sword when they are drunk, and dream of blowing the horn and the battalion", and the scholar can only send love poems and paintings.

Fang Zhongyong poured a cup of spicy wine with no low concentration, and kept graffiti to depict the story of his encounter with Zhe until he fell asleep.

The next day, when Ma Erya pushed open Fang Zhongyong's door, a strong smell of alcohol made her sneeze.

She waved her handkerchief around, then pushed the window behind Fang Zhongyong open.

The sunlight poured in from the window, spreading on the ground in a grid, reflecting the outline of the window lattice, and also outlining the bulging Adam's apple after Fang Zhongyong's development, and the angular handsome face, and the ink stains that were unintentionally stained under the face, and the graffiti works below.

"How much did you drink when you slept so deeply?" Ma Erya stepped forward, gently lifted Fang Zhongyong's head, and gently wiped the ink stains on his face with a handkerchief.

"I've drawn so much-" Ma Erya casually put away the graffiti under Fang Zhongyong's hands, and the pages in front of her seemed to be a story, like a very outstanding comic book, there were not many words, but looking at them one by one, there were several pages of the grid picture in which there was a story.

Ma Erya watched it, and forgot that he had come to ask Fang Zhongyong to go to breakfast, so he took those pieces of paper and painted them vigorously.

Wang Ziyue instructed the servants to prepare breakfast, but they couldn't see anyone on the left or right, so they had to go to Fang Zhongyong's place to find someone in person with Yan Nong.

When he arrived in Fang Zhongyong's room, he saw Fang Zhongyong, who had not woken up from a hangover, sleeping on the table like a lizard. Next to him, Ma Erya, who was sitting in a very coquettish posture with Erlang's legs crossed, was holding a stack of paper notes in his hand, and he was fascinated by the pages.

"Go, get some warm water for Fang Gongzi to wash. Green salt tooth powder and bristle toothbrushes were also taken. ”

When Wang Ziyue gave instructions to Yan Nong, Ma Erya had already seen Wang Ziyue come in, and a slightly embarrassed look flashed on her face, and then took on a salivating posture, and rushed to Fang Zhongyong's side like a rabbit, and said to Fang Zhongyong's ear:

"Let's go—water—"

Fang Zhongyong was dreaming back to the clouds and fog drinking tea with Zhou Gong, when such a sentence suddenly sounded in his ears, he immediately opened his eyes, probed his brain and said, "Where?" Where did you go to the water? ”

Wang Ziyue looked at the two tricks in front of her helplessly, and calmly instructed the servants to bring toiletries, let Fang Zhongyong wash first, and then go to the front hall for breakfast. After the confession, he turned around and went back first.

Ma Erya waited for Fang Zhongyong to finish washing and changed into official robes, and then handed the pile of comic-book-like things to Fang Zhongyong, and said with a look of adoration: "Brother Zhongyong, what is this, Erya likes it very much." ”

Fang Zhongyong was calm, and when he saw the pile of graffiti in Ma Erya's hand, he said in his heart, isn't this the cartoon he drew by hand last night, which is used to express his lovesickness?

Thinking that he was going to enter the palace today to ask Zhao Zhen for a holiday, go to Gyeongju to find someone, and think of the "disappearance" of Zhe Zhen, Fang Zhongyong's heart sank again.

He smiled meaningfully at Ma Erya, and then didn't go to dinner, sat down at the desk first, and wrote a letter that needed to be taken off.

Wang Ziyue saw that they didn't come for a long time, so she had to let Mo Xiang bring her little white cat to tease there, holding a few strands of chicken feathers made for her by Fang Zhongyong, a few strands of chicken feathers in the front, and a long pole in the back, something called "cat teasing stick", which made the little white cat keep jumping up and down to catch the "cat teasing stick".

Wang Ziyue was also bored, and said to the little white cat vigorously: "Xiaobai Xiaobai, the front is the hands and hands, and the back is the feet, as a human beloved meow, you have to learn to walk upright——"

Yan Nong next to him smiled dotingly at the young lady who was becoming more and more cheerful and lively, and was more and more taken by Fang Zhongyong and Ma Erya.

While he was talking, the housekeeper outside suddenly hurriedly delivered a letter, saying that it was from the northwest.

Wang Ziyue took the letter, thinking if there was anything important, and hurriedly ordered Yan Nong to urge Fang Zhongyong to come to breakfast and read the letter.

Wang Ziyue took the envelope and looked at it gently, this time the letter, the font on it was Mrs. Wei's hairpin, delicate and elegant, with a romantic posture, and at a glance, she knew that it was the handwriting of her daughter's family.

Before he could think about it, Fang Zhongyong over there had already rushed over in a hurry.

Wang Ziyue handed the letter to Fang Zhongyong, Fang Zhongyong looked at the letter cover, and the big stone in his heart had already been put down a little, and then opened the letter, read it at a glance and ten lines, and the body that had been tense since yesterday suddenly relaxed. A stomach churned with the urge to feast.

After I stopped being nervous, I suddenly felt hungry. It's human nature.

"Hahaha, it's Wangcai, Wangcai saved it." Fang Zhongyong sat on the stool in one step, picked up a bowl of shredded porridge with mushrooms and shredded meat in front of him, and drank it with a slurp.

"Wangcai? He's gone to Gyeongju? Ma Erya jumped up and down, but just took a piece of cake and stood next to it to eat.

Although Fang Zhongyong emphasized many times that there are no rules in this family, Ma Erya is always not used to eating together at the table, and she has to treat herself as a servant, which makes Fang Zhongyong want to enlighten her again for a while.

……

In the political hall, Lu Yijian was in a daze in front of Fang Zhongyong's hope that the imperial court would purchase and organize the production of "Chen's mines" in bulk to defend against the long national border of the Great Song Dynasty:

What kind of thoughts did the official family have in mind when they asked the officials to hand over this fold to the officials of the political affairs hall for discussion? In the hearts of the officials, do they affirm or reject this proposal?

In the coming year, Fan Zhongyan will once again pay official visits to the governor, and in this political hall, it is no longer a good time for his Lu Yijian family to be dominant, in this case, the sacred heart has become the first magic weapon for Lu Yijian to stand tall.

Qingliushi doctors like Fan Zhongyan don't consider the emperor's feelings at all, and regard Jiangshan Sheji as the first priority all day long, and the emperor uses them, but he doesn't like them much. (To be continued.) )