The official family is also a talker on paper, what can be done to bring such a civilian official to such a place, a kind of entourage, secret spy, and official who follow behind him, with such a look on his face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Indeed, Fang Zhong has never reached the weak crown, and his life is very white, except for those clear and incomprehensible eyes, in other aspects, he is completely a handsome Confucian son.

Walking to the end of the middle of the black goo, standing in front of a deserted cell, the guard opened the doorway, and Fang Zhongyong raised his feet and stepped in.

This season has gradually reached the warm spring, there is still sunshine outside, but it is still bitterly cold in the prison. The walls of the cell were cracked and there was a small window in the ceiling, but the height was impossible for a man to climb.

The air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh, the smell of blood, the smell of rat corpses.

It's disgusting indeed.

Fang Zhongyong is a person who loves cleanliness very much, but he understands in his heart that if today's game is done well, it is Liwei's success, and if it is not done well, it will be completely looked down upon.

His face was calm enough, and he turned indifferently to the person behind him, and said softly: "Leave it to me here, please go out and wait for good news." ”

Han Qi heard this, and then looked at Fang Zhongyong's face with the slightest unfazed look, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart, but since Fang Zhongyong said so, he naturally didn't say much, just explained a few words that this prisoner was very dangerous, let Fang Zhongyong be careful, and led everyone to turn around and go out.

When those people gradually walked away, Fang Zhongyong looked at the bloody hairpin potato lying in the firewood and straw pile, which was similar to the last time they met, and was still talking about the hairpin potato that Ma Erya destroyed his manuscript.

Fang Zhongyong thought about it, and simply sat down in front of the hairpin potato.

Hairpin Potato raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the person who came in, but didn't say anything, just lowered his eyelids again.

"You can make Yue Wenzhai miserable, because you are alone, Yue Wenzhai will be closed for half a year for rectification." Fang Zhongyong said very calmly and homely, and he didn't come to interrogate hairpins and potatoes at all:

"Speaking of which, Chai Lin is really good to you, because of you, even Ma Erya has been left behind, but what about you? Hey, anyway, it seems a bit extravagant to talk about the character of repaying virtue with virtue with a murderous party member. ”

Silence, long silence.

Finally, the hairpin potato suddenly smiled on his lips and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

His smile carried a sincere apology for Yue Wenzhai, and also a kind of hideousness that would rather die than give in.

"Come in and suffer a lot of sin, but still don't you open your mouth?" Fang Zhongyong continued to say very casually, "Your family is in Western Xia, how are you doing?" ”

Fang Zhongyong's mind was spinning at high speed, and one by one the scripts of hairpin potatoes floated through his mind.

He was making a bold assumption about how to bet on this game.

……

In Bianjing City, Chai Lin is in front of Lao Bao at the moment, making an ideological report and a rectification report.

Fang Zhongyong left Beijing, and the gunners became Wang Anshi and Wang Ziyue in this large-scale splendid article.

In this life, Chai Lin has not memorized so many moral articles, and this time, he can be regarded as having memorized them all.

Occasionally, when he couldn't remember what to carry, Chai Lin took a look at the back hall of Kaifeng Mansion and the Bao Zheng study:

There are celadon flower jars on both sides of the natural mahogany table, respectively inserted with peacock feathers, the purple gold beast head tripod exudes a simple aroma, and the tables and chairs for the guests to drink and feast are placed below, and the four treasures of the study room are placed on the special small oil nan table on the side.

As he was deserting, he bumped into the serious, united, lively, and serious face of Gongsun Ce, who was in charge of supervising him.

Chai Lin's heart, when will this kind of ideological education work come to an end, it is better to directly fine money.

And Bao Zheng, who was sitting there making tea lightly, seemed to see through his thoughts, and said indifferently:

"The money is to be punished, and the ideological work must also be done, these things, everyone can look at them, and the old man will also protect you not too much. If this had been put on someone else, it would have been closed a long time ago, and it would have been so light to treat you Yue Wenzhai well. ”

Gongsun Ce mended the knife behind him: "What the adults said is very true, Boss Chai, please include a lot and cooperate with the students." ”

Chai Lin's face was black.

……

On the side of the waste wood carrier pigeon express, Fan Zhongyan looked at the falcon master, and gradually released the tea falcon that collected information in a team.

Those tea falcons flew mightily into the blue sky, seemingly with a lot of expectations and hopes.

Today's Great Song Dynasty, the tide of war has come to an end, and the arrow is on the string, which is already an inevitable trend.

Fan Zhongyan's hand gently held the notebook handed over by Fang Zhongyong and Wu Yu, hoping to impose economic sanctions first, drag down the economy of Western Xia, and then fight again, and gave a lot of feasible suggestions.

However, when the court met in the morning, there was no way to arouse greater approval.

Even Fan Zhongyan himself felt faintly confused, I don't know if it was right or wrong to deal with it like this?

On the way back, Fan Zhongyan walked back slowly, because of the location of the waste wood carrier pigeon express, he walked to the outermost layer of the inner city, looking at the mottled city wall, stained with traces of time.

The inner city is outside the palace city, inside the outer city, it was originally the Bianzhou city built by Li Mian of the Tang Xuanwu Army, and the Song Dynasty repaired it again, the north and south opened three gates, and the east and west each have two gates, which is the essence of Bianjing City, and every inch of land is gold.

In addition to the central administrative offices and the government offices of Kaifeng Prefecture, shops, wine shops, temples, and residences are also lined up.

The commercial market in Bianjing has broken through the layout of the previous dynasties to set up a market in a specific location, and scattered the whole city, along the street or along the river to arrange the bustling and lively, Panlou Street, Mahang Street, both sides of the Royal Street and the Great Xiangguo Temple.

More than 160 commercial houses and more than 6,440 shops are mixed, there are many pearls, cloths, silk and spice shops in Panlou South Street, and Jieshen Lane is a place where gold, silver and colored silk are traded, and the Panlou Street Hotel is close to buying and selling calligraphy, paintings, treasures and clothes......

As Fan Zhongyan walked, he unfolded the volume of "Bianjing Commercial Map" that Fang Zhongyong gave him before leaving, which was full of dazzling colors, and even the "Tushizi" and "Bamboo Pole Market" at the intersection of Panlou Street and Mashi Street were marked very clearly.

There are also many medical halls and pharmacies in the north of Mahang Street, many wine shops and tea shops in the area of Fanlou Street, the east and west lanes are Dashan goods stores and handicraft workshops, and the brothel lane of Ji'er Lane is a bustling amusement area......

Fang Zhongyong is indeed a great talent who can do things. Fan Zhongyan walked and watched, while comparing the "Bianjing Business Map" at hand.

Under the "Bianjing Business Map", in addition to Fang Zhongyong's signature, there is also a name written - Wang Anshi.

Wang Anshi? Fan Zhongyan gently read the name in his mouth.