Fang Zhongyong, who was being targeted at the moment, was thinking about another person in his heart, thinking about his little friend Wang Anshi:

It's a pity that Wang Anshi, this subject, if he can be won with Wang Anshi, it will be a lot of excitement for Fang Zhongyong, but it's a pity, it seems that many things destined by heaven will not be easily changed because of Fang Zhongyong's small, crossover butterfly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Later generations have seen a lot of people who only read literature and history and don't know anything about the economy, and Wang Anshi is too radical; I have also seen many well-known figures, such as Liang Qichao, who also wants to change the law and innovate, and praised Wang Anshi.

Whether it's the Blower King or the Black King, you can find a room full of books and papers.

But Fang Zhongyong has never been a second-hand fan or black fan who reads and forwards the second-hand documents, and makes easy conclusions about historical figures.

He was born in a college family, his father is a finance professor, and his mother is a gynecologist, so Fang Zhongyong, a little transparent student, has a more rational and scientific attitude towards things

-- I admire and sigh to a great extent Wang Anshi, a capable minister who knew how to engage in finance in an agrarian society and in the feudal era, and who had a certain economic acumen for later generations.

It can be said that although Wang Anshi's new policy is not flawless, it is by no means for his personal benefit, but for the sake of accumulating wealth for the country.

Wang Anshi's new policy has no selfishness, if there is, then his selfishness is just the political desire of "going down in history and reviving the Great Song Dynasty". Such selfishness, as an official, a little more, is the blessing of the people of the country.

On the contrary, those who oppose the New Deal and keep saying that the implementation of the New Deal will be out of shape, and that the New Deal will bring disaster to the country and the people, all of them do not want the New Deal to carve out benefits from their fat pockets to the country and the people.

As for the various slanders and brainless sprays that brought Wang Anshi out of the sky, saying that people don't take a bath, saying that people are withdrawn, saying that people are playing tricks, etc., it is purely a personal attack, for the sake of the fact that everything will not deviate from its origin, or the huge interests that they have already obtained.

Therefore, being in the same department as Sima Guang, Fang Zhongyong is never proud, but being in the same department as Wang Anshi is what Fang Zhongyong wants.

Regret, regret, deep regret.

Just when Fang Zhongyong wanted to enter the wrong place, outside the Jiying Palace, an official from the Ministry of Rites came out and summoned his name. Fang Zhongyong followed the etiquette he had been taught, bowed slightly, and stepped into the Jiying Hall without touching the threshold.

The morning light is as dense as a curtain, spreading out from the outside of the temple gate, if a huge light veil hangs down from the ceiling, through this light veil of sunlight, looking at the young man who has come, it looks even more solemn and solemn, and there is a trace of mystery.

Fang Zhongyong walked in step by step, and the closer he got to Zhao Zhen, the more deeply he felt a funny color that could not be serious.

Comrade Zhao Zhen, this appearance, it looks really-too tmd-like a little Shenyang...... I really want to try to use the Northeast dialect to pay deep respect and greetings to the emperor.

Zhao Zhen, a natural two-person turner with a happy appearance, didn't the ministers of the Northern Song Dynasty find out at all?

Of course, these almost boring inner dramas were not revealed in the slightest on Fang Zhongyong's perfect, harmless little white face.

He reverently and politely completed a full set of designated etiquette actions, one by one, a Confucian minister, full of demeanor.

"You are Fang Zhongyong." Zhao Zhen opened his mouth, his voice was clear, and even a bit of an aria-style broadcast cavity, without the slightest Northeast accent, which was in stark contrast to his appearance.

"Wechen exactly." From the moment they entered the small Chuanlu, they had to call themselves "Weichen", because this is where they are about to take off.

"Journey to the West is very well written." Zhao Zhen originally wanted to say a cliché to encourage His Royal Highness, a young and handsome new courtier, but for some reason, Xu was too impressed by "Journey to the West", so this sentence rushed out of his mouth.

Fortunately, Fang Zhongyong did not have the slightest hint of banter on his face, he adhered to the requirements of the Confucian scholars, smiled, and even smiled when he held back his internal injuries, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty praises falsely, the game is a work, and I dare not take it seriously." ”

"Why don't you dare?" Zhao Zhen smiled, revealing a classic smile like a little Shenyang that made Fang Zhongyong play instantly, "If you can lift weights lightly, why lift them lightly?" Entertaining and educating others, benefiting others and benefiting oneself is a great good, so why bother to make a fuss? ”

There is no dismount, no voice, no emperor's shelf, Zhao Zhen is worthy of the temple name of "Renzong" given to him by later generations.

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Ma Erya took a pair of golden begonia flowers and longevity tea plates, and ran into Wang Ziyue's room with a smile in a half-step posture.

Wang Ziyue's body has gradually improved recently, this morning and evening, she has been leaning on the edge of the bed to read a book, and when she saw Ma Erya coming in, she hurriedly asked Yannong to beckon her to sit down.

Ma Erya was not in a hurry to sit down, she looked left and right, and finally decided to put the two large tea trays in her hands on Wang Ziyue's desk.

Then, Xing Chong clapped his hands, nodded with satisfaction, and smiled at Wang Ziyue complacently, with a full expression: How is it, not bad? Praise me for your voice.

Wang Ziyue saw that she was enthusiastic, and kept moving some things to her side all day long, placing them everywhere, on the one hand, it was difficult to resist, and on the other hand, she was really stunned by Ma Erya's aesthetic taste and furnishings.

"As the saying goes, 'East Bottle West Mirror'. Er Ya thought about it, in the future, my sister will put bottles in the east yard, and in my west yard, there will be mirrors, sister, you say, okay? Ma Erya was elated with a plan while asking Wang Ziyue's opinion.

Wang Ziyue felt deeply embarrassed. This girl with no malice has always treated her very well, but she really doesn't like to pile so many ornaments in the room.

When he was hesitating, he felt that the house seemed to receive some blow, the two walls swayed, and a pair of jade Guanyin statues placed by Ma Erya by the windowsill fell from the windowsill at once and shattered.

Shaking and shaking, the whole room was very restless for a while, and then slowly seemed to rest. Ma Erya looked at the fragments on the ground in a daze, her eyes turned red, and she began to cry again.

Wang Ziyue comforted Ma Erya, and hurriedly sent Yannong out to ask, is there an earthquake somewhere? Then he sent Mo Xiang out to ask the family who followed Fang Zhongyong to Xiao Chuanyu in the morning, what was the situation over there, and asked back and forth, so relieved.

Ma Erya sobbed on Wang Ziyue's lap, crying, and said: "Those things are so expensive, I don't know how many they have broken, ah, ah, ah, ah-"

Wang Ziyue took a look at the things in the room, roughly estimated the price, and comforted Ma Erya again:

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters are inevitable, maybe there is an earthquake around, fortunately, the house is fine, let people clean it first, wrap some valuable things safely, put them in the backyard warehouse, don't leave too much furnishings, generally after the earthquake, there will be aftershocks, carefully hit again, isn't it a pity?"

Ma Erya listened to the reason, and hurriedly wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief, and arranged it if her feet did not touch the ground.