"This ......" Hearing Bao Zheng's words, Gongsun Ce hesitated a little. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

First, Fang Zhongyong is a person close to the official family, and the proposal he dares to say must be something that the official family has in his heart, and secondly, this matter is indeed an important matter for my Great Song Dynasty

- Looking for a general, there are people involved in the army, and the other party will definitely not do a good job, but looking for someone who has no foundation in the general, and there is no way to start, so the old man was chosen.

The old man doesn't have to do anything immediately, just wait for the official to send an internal attendant to come to greet the old man's condition, and then go to the proclamation to ask and ask for a decision, which is also justified.

According to the old man, let the old man secretly investigate, there must be a clear investigation all the way, just like Fan Xianggong is now investigating officials in the open, there must be a secret investigation all the way" Bao Zheng said, looking at Gongsun Ce calmly, and once again showed a beautiful smile for himself.

……

Ma Erya hummed a small tune and took care of Fang Zhongyong's study herself. Because Fang Zhongyong does not allow others to come from time to time, Er Ya is the only person who has the key to the study except for Fang Zhongyong.

In March, the spring breeze was mild, and the charcoal pots were removed. Ma Erya cleaned up the charcoal ash in the charcoal basin of the study, and found that Fang Zhongyong had very carelessly thrown the manuscript paper of many drama books into it, but it was not completely burned.

Erya stretched out her hand, took out the half-burned manuscript paper, and laid it out one by one under the lamp.

"Queen: Guo Shi, was deposed as a clean concubine, died violently, the cause of death became a mystery, and the history is said to be related to the great eunuch Yan Wenying or the successor Empress Cao.

Successor: Cao, childless. His sister married Zhao Yunrang, the king of Pu.

Zhao Yunrang's thirteenth son, Zhao Zongshi, was adopted by Zhao Zhen because of his relationship, and was later named Tai ......"

The handwriting on the back was a little light, and Ma Erya muttered, "What's too much?" Moreover, King Pu now has more than a dozen children, yes, but he has never heard of the adoption of children by the official family? Brother Chung Yong is really erudite......"

Ma Erya threw that piece away, and looked at the next piece:

"Renzong has three sons:

The eldest son, Zhao Fang, was born in the fourth year of Jing You, died on the same day, and his mother was Concubine Yu, who was posthumously crowned King Yang. Yu also had a daughter, who also died early, and was posthumously crowned Princess Chongqing.

The second son, Zhao Xin, was born in the second year of Baoyuan, died in the third year of Qingli, was four years old, and his mother was the concubine Miao of Zhaojie, and was posthumously crowned King Yong. The Miao family has a daughter, the eldest princess of the Chen Kingdom, and her life expectancy is normal.

The third son, Zhao Xi, was born at the first month of the third year of Qingli, died on the second day of the first month, and his mother Zhu Cairen was posthumously crowned King Jing.

Judging from the longevity and maternal health, King Yong still has hope of surviving, according to the genetic analysis......"

What is it? Could it be the fate of the characters in the royal drama book written by Brother Zhongyong? Renzong, isn't it an official family? Jing Yu is now, what about Bao Yuan? What about the celebration calendar? Could it be the name of the future era?

God, Brother Zhongyong is Mr. Feng Shui, but I heard that Mr. Feng Shui will not die well because of the leakage of heavenly secrets.

Ma Erya thought of the words "not a good death", the whole person was excited, covered his lips with both hands at once, held back his frightened screams, and hurriedly threw the few pieces of manuscript paper that had not yet turned into ashes in a charcoal basin.

Then, shaking the oil lamp, he went to light the remaining scraps of manuscript paper.

Coincidentally, her gaze fell on the top handwriting again:

"Renzong has thirteen women: except for the two daughters born to Zhou Guifei and the eldest daughter of Miao Guifei, who enjoy a normal lifespan, the rest all died early under the age of four.

Zhang Guifei, who favored the three palaces and was later chased by Renzong as Empress Wencheng, gave birth to three daughters, all of whom died young, whether Zhang Guifei died at the age of thirty-one because of this, the historical data in the memory is unknown......"

When Ma Erya saw this, she already felt a little frightened, who is Brother Zhongyong? What does he want to do? In any case, these things have to be burned to ashes.

Thinking of this, Ma Erya stood quietly and nervously in front of the charcoal basin, burned all the waste manuscripts to ashes with an oil lamp, and watched the flames swallow up all the handwriting little by little, and her heart was slightly relieved.

"Brother Zhongyong is too careless? Whether it's a play book or not, how can such a rebellious thing only burn half of it. scared the second girl to death. Erya stroked her chest and looked around the study.

He stood up and sat down in his chair, his feet crossed over the edge of the chair, his mind full of things that were just scraps of paper circling around.

Gradually, these things merged with the "Legend of Zhen Huan" that Fang Zhongyong revised for her.

O my God! Ma Erya's inner feelings at this time, to describe it in one word in later generations, it is really unclear.

……

According to Fang Zhongyong's requirements, Chai Lin selected the first batch of painters who were trained to become cartoonists.

They trained and painted with a uniform charcoal pen and according to a uniform comic graffiti technique. Chai Lin rented a big mansion for them, and a group of people ate and lived together, and they were managed by a master, but they were also happy.

Just as Chai Lin was optimistic about himself and Fang Zhongyong's thriving dream of a so-called "business empire", the old housekeeper of the Chai family suddenly came to say: "Something happened to the scrap firewood carrier pigeon courier—"

Chai Lin was sure of his mind, and while walking towards the door, he sent someone to find Fang Zhongyong.

"Daddy Jane came back after drinking two cups tonight, and when he arrived at the mouth of the alley, he was stopped by the bandits and stabbed in the waist, this time we invited a doctor, but I was afraid that people would not be able to do it, so I asked the situation of the bandits, and said that I didn't see it clearly, only said that it seemed to be a monk, and I didn't know anything else......"

While talking to Chai Lin, the old housekeeper instructed the coachman to prepare the horses, and the group of people said and did it, and went in the direction of "Waste Firewood Pigeon Express".

"Have you ever complained to Kaifeng Mansion? Hurry up and send someone to inform you and see how Kaifeng Prefecture handles the censorship. At the feet of the Son of Heaven, these bandits are too rampant. Chai Lin commanded the old butler and forced himself to compose.

……

Jian Jiao faced the dying father Jane, the pain and sadness that she had never had in her life.

Once depended on each other for their lives, decades of nurturing grace, even though Father Jane did not love Jian Jiao like his own daughter, he was already the closest person to Jian Jiao in the world.

Now, Daddy Jane, who has been strong all his life, has a pale face and weak breath, Jian Jiao leaned down and flattened the two pieces on his chest in front of Daddy's chest, so that he could barely hear a few words of his weak voice.

Who is it and who is doing it? Who does Daddy have a grudge with?

……

Fang Zhongyong and Zhe were still standing upright on the highest floor of the Fan Tower, looking side by side at Bianjing City under the lights.

Fang Zhongyong's arm couldn't help but want to pull towards the slender waist of the willow that was still folded, he mechanically found the angle, and slowly lifted the arm upwards for a while, from the legs, hips, waist, closer, and then closer......

When I was about to fold it up, I suddenly heard a sound coming upstairs, and the footsteps were very familiar, with the usual recklessness.

Mo Xiang rushed over breathlessly, "Father Jane of the carrier pigeon courier was stabbed, it's almost gone, Chai Gongzi and Miss are sending people around looking for you, it turns out that you are here-"

As he was talking, Mo Xiang saw Fang Zhongyong's side and Fang Zhongyong's embarrassed arm raised halfway, suddenly widened his eyes, and said a little rudely: "You guys, what are you doing?" (To be continued.) )