Chapter Ninety-Two: Approval

The hall was silent, and in the copper furnace, burning incense wafted out of the hole.

After Han Zhong finished the last sentence, he fell silent, and just shot at He Shizhong with a burning gaze, waiting for He Shizhong to make up his mind.

He Shizhong sat tightly on the chair, a pair of jet-black leather boots on the pedals, two hands grasped the armrests on both sides of the chair, his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were closed. It seems to be making a painful choice.

Suddenly, He Shizhong opened his eyes, Huo Ran stood up, looked directly at Han Zhong's scorching gaze that could almost burn, and said in a deep voice: "For the sake of you doing things for my father for ten years, I didn't say what you said today." ”

Han Zhong's scorching gaze dimmed as He Shizhong finished saying this in a deep voice, and then it became dim and dull. Apparently, he was a little lost.

He Shizhong couldn't make up his mind to assassinate He Fangxiong after all, but he had to admit that when Han Zhong said that he wanted to assassinate He Fangxiong, he was moved. He didn't hate He Fangxiong, he hated He Tengxiao. In all fairness, he is not the kind of general, although the combat power of the Tengbao Battalion is not as dazzling as the Xiaocai Battalion, but the Tengbao Battalion is also one of the best elite battalions of the He family, and its combat power is second only to the Xiaocai Battalion.

He Shizhong hated He Tengxiao's sudden rise like a dazzling meteor across the land of Liaodong, covering up the light that belonged to him. In all fairness, He Shizhong is no worse than others, when He Shijie was alive, Zuo Shijie's light covered his light, and now He Tengxiao, who was born out of nowhere, covered his light. Could it be that he could only be subservient to others in this life?

What Han Zhong said was not unreasonable, killed He Fangxiong, helped his father He Shibao to ascend to the throne, He Shibao became the head of the family, He Tengxiao is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others?

"Let's go." He Shizhong threw his sleeves and turned his back and gave the order to evict the guests.

Han Zhong was slightly stunned, sighed softly helplessly, chuckled, and arched his hand towards He Shizhong's back: "Little farewell!" Do you know me?12"

Immediately, Han Zhong left He Tengxiao's mansion in a fluttering manner.

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Peng Chaodong spoke highly of He Tengxiao, which also made He Fangxiong feel that there was light on his face, although He Tengxiao had been turned into a long time by the He family. No matter how you say it, she is also a child of the He family, Peng Chaodong praised He Tengxiao, why didn't he indirectly praise the He family?

The Qin army was mainly stationed in the Yingzhou area of Jinzhou, and the Qin army, as a guest army, was stationed on the territory of the Huang family, and the Huang family inevitably complained about the Qin army. On weekdays, the Qin army and the Huang family's private soldiers quarreled and fought in Jinzhou City from time to time, Peng Chaodong and Huang Yongtao turned a blind eye to each other, turning big things into small things, and talking about small things. But the soldiers on both sides harbored a resentment against each other. Peng Chaodong is helpless about this, every time there is a war, the contradiction between the main army and the guest army has always been a headache.

The Huang family had a deeper prejudice with the Qin army, while the relationship between the Qin army of the He family was more harmonious. Peng Chaodong's center of gravity in the eastern Liaodong was in the western Liaoning corridor, and he did not intervene much in the He family on the southeastern peninsula of Liaoning, but only symbolically stationed a battalion of troops to disperse the three major state cities stationed in the He family. Cooperate with the He family to resist the southern invasion of the Liao. Therefore, since the Qin army left the customs and Liao, the Qin army and the Huang family have been in constant trouble, but the relationship with the He family has always been relatively harmonious.

After sending Peng Chaodong away, He Fangxiong returned to the living place of He Tengxiao, the rear yaman of the Pingshan Fort General's Mansion.

He Fangxiong bumped into Yuan Zhengyu and Xie Yunxin in the back office. He Fangxiong just teased He Teng Xiao's golden house and didn't say much. People who have a little status and money in the world will try to raise a few beautiful maids to serve them. He Tengxiao is also a person with official status, and it is understandable to raise two beautiful maids.

He Tengxiao and He Shihu both walked behind He Fangxiong, and seeing that the old man had an extraordinary bearing, Yuan Zhengyu, who was smart in ice and snow, knew that the old man in front of him was He Fangxiong, the head of the He family, without a doubt. He Shihu followed behind this old man, this old man, besides He Fangxiong, who else could there be?

Yuan Zhengyu saw He Fangxiong and his party walking towards the back office, and did not deliberately avoid it, and pulled Xie Yunxin generously, said a blessing to He Fangxiong, and said hello.

He Tengxiao sent Yuan Zhengyu to cook tea for He Fangxiong.

He Teng has been up and down all his life, reading countless people, and his vision is not bad. Yuan Zhengyu and Xie Yunxin were born in a scholarly family, and the other was born in a declining official family. The temperament of the two girls was not bad, which made He Fangxiong a little surprised.

He Fangxiong walked straight to He Tengxiao's study and looked at He Tengxiao's living room with great interest. He Tengxiao's living room is simple and simple, clean and tidy, and He Fangxiong is quite satisfied. From a person's residence, you can also get a general idea of a person. A lazy person will inevitably be messy and sloppy in his actions, while a relatively diligent person will most of the time clean up his home.

He Fangxiong's eyes swept over He Tengxiao's bookcase, and there were cabinets full of books neatly stacked on the bookcase, most of which were military books and history books. He Tengxiao inherited the original memory of the host, and the host's cognition of the history of the Great Zhao Empire only stayed at the level of a grassroots military attaché, and his cognition was extremely limited. Therefore, He Tengxiao collected some historical books to read in his spare time to deepen his understanding of this time and space.

The books have obvious signs of being read, and He Fangxiong calls himself a Confucian general, who likes to read and collect books. Whether these books are for possibility, or reading can be seen at a glance.

"Do you understand all these books?" He Fangxiong casually picked up a copy of "Guochao Tongjian" on the table, this book He Fangxiong read more than ten years ago, and it was a history book written by Zhao Wenhua in the Ministry of Rites during the reign of Shenzong. It mainly narrates the history of Great Zhao from the beginning of Zhao Taizu's army to the early years of the Shenzong Dynasty, because Zhao Wenhua wrote the history of the dynasty, Zhao Wenhua wrote extremely carefully, and there was no commentary in the whole book, basically describing the history of the Great Zhao Empire for more than 200 years in a narrative way. So it's a bit boring to read. Although it is flawed, "The General Guide to the National Dynasty" is still the most effective history book known to He Tengxiao to understand the history of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

"When I was a child, I went to the He family for two or three years, and I barely recognized some words, not just a blind man with my eyes open."

"The blind man who opened his eyes." He Fangxiong smiled and nodded, "This metaphor is a metaphor. ”

He Fangxiong hastily flipped through He Tengxiao's notes left in the book, out of the habit of later generations, He Tengxiao's notes were very small, He Fangxiong was old, his old eyes were dizzy, and he couldn't see the words of He Tengxiao's notes like ants. can only take a rough look at He Tengxiao's self, He Tengxiao's handwriting has no artistry at all, but the handwriting is clear, the strokes are clear, not fancy, and it echoes the style of a martial artist.

He Fangxiong put down the book, his eyes fell on the two delicate copper plates on the table, pointed to the two delicate copper plates on the table and asked He Tengxiao: "What are these two copper plates?" ”