Wang Zeng looked at the servants at home, coming and going, checking the New Year's goods, and on the other hand, Ouyang Xiu, who was worried, had a word, and there was no word to say. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ouyang Xiu's beard was messy, as if he hadn't combed it for a few days, and his eyes were bloodshot, not like the suave "drunkard" on weekdays. He asked in a low voice:

"Fan Xianggong saw you before he left, what is going on? I heard that Lu Yijian's charge to Fan Xianggong was 'jumping to his post, recommending friends, and dividing the monarch and ministers', what is going on? ”

Wang Zeng didn't look at him, but said lightly: "Let me ask you, Master Fan Zhongyan Fan, what was the previous dispatch?" ”

"Kaifeng Mansion Yin." Ouyang Xiu said with a blank expression.

"Then who should do the duty of supervising the hundred officials?" Wang Zeng continued to ask.

"Goshidai and the Governor's Temple." Ouyang Xiu seemed to have comprehended slightly, but he still couldn't hide the anxiety on his face.

"You know," said Wang Zeng as he walked into the hall, "So, is it true that he has crossed his duty to play something unrelated?" ”

Ouyang Xiu was silent, sighed slightly, raised his head again, and followed Wang Zeng back to the hall.

Wang Zeng invited him to sit down, ordered his servant to make tea, and continued: "Playing the "Hundred Officials Map" and impeaching the ruling minister, Prime Minister Lu Yijian, this divisive monarch and minister, although it is subjectively biased, can also be deducted.

As for recommending friends, hey, if you think about it, the power of Kaifeng Mansion is located, and there is no way to find out the involvement between the hundred officials, so the involvement between the hundred officials and Lu Yijian suddenly surfaced, whether it is the official family or Lu Yijian, can you not suspect that Fan Zhongyan has a relationship with the people in the Taiwan department of the state supervision function?

What's more, there are also two stinky boys, you and Fu Bi, who will join the discussion. ”

After Ouyang Xiu heard this, he was quiet for a long time before he hesitated slightly and said, "Then, could it be us who harmed Fan Xianggong?" ”

Wang Zeng waved his hand, motioned for him to drink tea, and said slowly: "If he is not stubborn, how can you hurt him?" His intention, perhaps originally, was just to break the net with Lu Yi Jianyu. The truth of being with the light and the dust, you guys, when do you have to fall before you can understand? ”

Ouyang Xiu was a little dazed, a little ashamed, and didn't speak again.

Wang Zeng slowly closed his eyes and recalled the scene of the conversation between the two when Fan Zhongyan was leaving:

"If you want to uproot Lu Yijian, how can you not pay the price? Wang Xianggong, with your qualifications, prestige, fame, and status in the hearts of officials and officials, if you help, this matter will definitely be promoted. Fan Zhongyan looked at himself with a hint of resentment.

And what can I say? It's just a phrase "What happens after it happens?" The husband and the ruler, the favor will be returned to himself, and the resentment will be returned? ”

Wang Zeng naturally didn't know that his words were recorded in the history books of later generations.

This sentence seems to be the answer to the question, but in fact, it has mixed feelings: "Without Lu Yijian, will the problem be solved?" Won't there be a second, a third Lu Yijian? Is it possible for a person who holds the power of the state to do only good deeds and not do bad deeds? ”

Its deeper core meaning is that Western political science, which was established hundreds of years later, and established a basic truth that has been established to this day: power and corruption are twins, and absolute power means absolute corruption.

Of course, Wang Zeng didn't know that after this sentence, the solution given by Westerners to this truth was exactly the same as the method that the ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty came up with, that is, the balance of power, and the balance and containment of each other.

Therefore, the verbal battles in the Great Song Dynasty and the common quarrels and scolding battles in Western parliaments in later generations also have considerable similarities - although they are not exactly the same.

……

Wang Ziyue sat in the courtyard, the plum blossoms had not yet fallen, and the spring flowers had gradually bloomed new shoots.

Wang Ziyue was originally a beautiful girl, but now she sits quietly under the flowers, and the afternoon sun shines on her body, outlining her beautiful posture and silhouette, which makes me feel more and more pitiful.

Wang Anshi took the marriage letter and the letter of appointment, walked over step by step, and stood quietly behind his sister. remembered what his father Wang Yi said before leaving:

"My body, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support it for too long, once I go, you will have to keep filial piety for three years. The Zhang family is a good family, I'm afraid that once you keep filial piety, it will delay your sister, it's a pity.

If you send your sister to get married, and also go to the exam, if there is any change in the family, your brothers and brothers will be considerate.

I only have such a daughter as Yue'er, since she was a child, she has been spoiled like a baby, how many of you brothers, which one doesn't love her in every way.

For her father, she doesn't ask her to marry such a rich and noble family, but only asks her future in-laws to be kind, her husband loves her, and her life is worry-free. Yue'er is filial, you don't have to mention her father's illness with her, you are a brother, you naturally understand a piece of your father's heart......"

Wang Ziyue seemed to notice Wang Anshi, turned around suddenly, saw the marriage letter and appointment letter in his hand, and called softly: "Third brother-"

Wang Anshi looked at his sister and felt infinite love in his heart:

Yue'er is a smart girl, since that day, hearing Fang Zhongyong's reaction to her marriage, and experiencing such a family change, she has become more and more calm. She doesn't cry or make trouble, she is always in a quiet daze. She sensibly agreed to allow her father to enter Beijing to get married, but it also hurt her heart.

That day, looking at the hot female sumo wrestler Jian Jiao, the beauty of an Oiran lady, so bold, when confessing to Fang Zhongyong, Wang Anshi saw that Yue'er's eyes hid such a trace of yearning.

That trace of affection is fleeting, and those thoughts that have not had time to pour out seem to be finally buried in time.

"Yue'er, later, Chai Lin and Fang Zhongyong invite us to come over for a gathering, do you think?"

"Hmm." Wang Ziyue nodded slightly.

……

At this time, Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin ushered in the first meeting with Bao Zhengbao, who is famous in history and renamed in various novels, dramas, and TV series.

Reason: "Waste wood carrier pigeon express" carrier pigeons, in the city to deliver the letter, the pigeon dung pulled to the carriage of many people in the city, and even some pedestrians accidentally "hit", so someone sued Kaifeng Mansion.

Comrade Bao Daren, who was discerning, naturally ordered the relevant person in charge, Chai Lin and others, to deal with the matter and impose a fine.

Originally, Fang Zhongyong didn't have to come to Kaifeng Mansion with him.

But out of infinite curiosity about this Lord Bao, he still accompanied Chai Lin to come together, respectfully admit his mistake, pay the fine, and go back to let Daddy Jian train the pigeon's feces and urine fixed-point problem.

Master Bao, who was sitting in Kaifeng Mansion, did not look dark, with a square face, a hooked nose, two eyebrows raised upward, deep nasolabial folds on his lips, and a small acne scar on his forehead - this is probably the source of the crescent moon, right?

Seeing Fang Zhongyong staring at himself like this, Bao Zheng sat in the hall, and felt that his thoughts were incomprehensible. Because of the gaze that came over, it was as if he was an old bag, an ancient painting of cultural relics, and it was called a posture that he couldn't wait to put his face to face and identify it inch by inch.