"How can this kind of thing be hasty, it has to be contacted through various relationships. In addition, I have some words that I don't spit out and don't feel unhappy. Peng Jingrong looked directly at Liu Ziguang and said.

"You have been doing things too much lately, making trouble with the beauties, looting the court officials, participating in the palace coup, and now robbing the palace at night. Yes, I know your kung fu is good, but have you thought about it, you still have your five hundred brothers behind you, and 100,000 iron factory people, you are now the deputy general of the iron factory, and your every move is closely related to the iron factory, the complicated situation in the capital is not as simple as you think, and the east factory and Jinyiwei are not as idiots as you think, why can Daddy and Grandpa Guo survive for so many years after the failure of the palace seizure? Low profile! Be sure to keep a low profile! The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit, are you voting under the little emperor for the sake of the world? It's not the same as my father back then, for the sake of profit and power. If you really want to worship the marquis and create a foundation, I will try my best to help you, but the premise is that you must no longer act recklessly, everything cannot be solved by fists alone, and the best strategy is to surrender without a fight. ”

After listening to the eldest lady's heartfelt advice, Liu Ziguang felt that his face was a little feverish, since he had a super body, he was indeed a little carried away, and he only knew reckless brutality when he encountered something unpleasant. As a young man in the 21st century who has received modern higher education, three represents, and a harmonious society, he should make proper use of his own resources, arrange resources reasonably, and use wisdom and strategy to achieve his goals.

Being able to face up to one's mistakes is progress, and other little girls have said it so clearly, and they will try their best to help him make contributions, what does this mean? Behind every successful man is a great woman, and Peng Jingrong is now hinting at her willingness to be this woman.

"I knew that I was wrong, the eldest lady's words were like an enlightenment, and Liu was taught. From now on, you will be my advisor, so that you can consult sooner or later. Liu Ziguang got up and gave Peng Jingrong a serious salute and bowed to the end.

Peng Jingrong's pretty face flushed, Liu Ziguang's attitude of knowing that mistakes can be changed made her very happy, and the person in front of her seemed to be the humble young man who was talking about double-entry bookkeeping in the study. What kind of strategist, ask for advice sooner or later, isn't that going to be inseparable? Both of them have something to say, but they don't break the layer of window paper.

"Hurry up, I can't do it." She stretched out her hand to help Liu Ziguang, the hands of the two touched together, they were a little shy, they didn't dare to look at each other, a magpie fell on the window lattice and chirped, the spring sun shined into the house through the willow branches that pulled out the green shoots, and the two suddenly raised their heads at the same time and opened their mouths: "We ......"

"Let's go watch the Good Boy Contest!" With the shout, the second lady pushed the door and ran in. "Sister, I knew you were here, I was not ashamed, lonely men and widows live in the same room and hold hands." Peng Jingwei scratched her nose and shamed her sister.

"See I don't tear your mouth! will talk nonsense. "The two sisters were fighting together.

Liu Ziguang, who was hit by a good thing again, said angrily: "What kind of good boy competition, is there a super girl?" ”

Peng Jingwei was fended off by her sister's attack, and said breathlessly: "The Good Boy Contest is the original poetry meeting held every year in Beijing, and in the past two years, it has evolved into a place for celebrities from all over the world to show their talents in poetry and songs, such as sword dancing, chanting poetry, singing, acting, everything." What is Supergirl? Haven't heard of it. ”

"I have heard of this competition, also called the Mochou Lake Conference, is the place where the talents and the so-called celebrities and gentlemen fight out of the position, the location is on the lake pavilion of Mochou Lake, every time the competition, the dignitaries in the city, the wife of the rich man and the outsider, have hired a fishing boat in the lake, built a pergola, hung a lamp, a see the dawn before the end of the field, see the wonderful, these people put sweat towels, sachets, fruits, flowers thrown to the stage to cheer, several famous talents in the south of the Yangtze River, celebrities as judges, selected the top ten of the annual competition, It is also known as the champion, the eye of the list, and the flower exploration, and the people on the list have their own old officials of the court to meet each other, even if they walk on the street, they will provoke the women to scream and watch. After all, Peng Jingrong is only an eighteen-year-old girl, and she just said a big truth about the old-fashioned, and now she has also expressed a strong interest in this boring vassal elegance.

"I'm not interested, there are so many things to do, who has the time to watch those sour shows to complain. You'd better go on your own. Liu Zi's bald head shook like a rattle, and he wanted to drive the second lady of the light bulb away as soon as possible.

"You go first, we still have something to talk about." is really smart, Peng Jingrong also drove her sister outside.

"Hmph, if you don't go, I'll go with Xiyuan." Peng Jingwei left angrily.

"Well, what are we going to talk about, let's talk about personal issues." No one bothered, and Liu Ziguang provoked an ambiguous topic.

"I'm talking about the Good Boy Contest. My sister's words reminded me of one thing. The eldest lady replied dryly.

This girl, I'm really interested in that thing, it's not enough to have a macho man like me, Liu Ziguang was depressed and had nothing to say.

"The envoys of the Song Kingdom live by the Mochou Lake, there are many people in the competition today, it is a good opportunity to take advantage of the chaos to contact them, I will send people to contact their eyeliner, and make an appointment to meet the deputy history, you take the opportunity to give them two small sections of the "Sketch of Rare Birds", one to let them know that the goods in our hands are real, and the other is to show our sincerity." It turned out that this was the case, and it was like a spy joint, and the eldest lady really had the potential to engage in espionage.

"Clever plan, you are really a female Zhuge in the middle!" Liu Ziguang couldn't help but admire, the father of the Peng family must have cultivated his eldest daughter as a son.

Peng Jingrong smiled shyly, like a begonia blooming, Liu Ziguang couldn't help but be stunned, and when he came to his senses, the person was gone.

The most lively time period of the Good Boy Contest is in the evening, Liu Ziguang and the eldest lady rented a canopy boat to swing in Mochou Lake, the original twelve paragraphs of "Sketch of Rare Birds" were carefully divided into a small part and rolled into a thin scroll and hidden in the cave flute, so that the envoys of the Song Dynasty could distinguish the authenticity, and the code of the joint had been set in advance through the contact.

There is a group of people on the Lian Feng who are specifically responsible for secret work, three religions and nine streams, there are ways for the underworld and the white way, the words have been handed over, the theft of the palace is not a paper can contain the fire, the well-informed Lu Song, Manchu Qing, Western Xia, and Taiwan's Zheng family are afraid that they already know the list of lost items, and the envoys of the Song Dynasty will not let go of the opportunity to recover the ancestral Mobao.

Let's watch the Good Boy Contest for a while while the other party hasn't come yet. Looking from afar, a young man dressed as a scribe is reciting his own poems on the lake pavilion, the celebrities on the shore are shaking their heads and commenting, the ladies and girls in the boat on the lake only look at whether the people in the pavilion are handsome and elegant, so they don't care what poetry and songs, if there are weak and handsome scholars appear, the warblers and warblers who are relatively close to the boat stand at the bow of the boat and throw the sachets and sweat towels over, feeling like throwing hydrangeas. If it was an old and rotten Confucian, the girls shrank in the cabin and ignored it, and most of the virtuous men who watched the excitement on the shore came to see the women, and when they saw this, they applauded and knocked the man down, and the whole beauty contest was chosen, and it was a beautiful man.

The judges are still very serious, each contestant is scored by five judges, as the basis for the selection of rankings, the appearance is peculiar, the bones of the players are often brushed down in the preliminary round, although there is no age limit on the field, but at least to ensure that the facial features are correct.

At this meeting, several talented people came up to perform one after another, there were martial arts who drew their swords and danced, sang "Man Jianghong", and sour Xiucai recited the long poems he made hoarsely, and there were calligraphers who splashed ink in public, and the funniest thing is that there was actually an oil seller with a gourd and a scoop copper coin to perform the stunt of pouring oil through the money eye, and it actually won a round of applause, in short, it was varied, strange, and the interests of the people of the Ming Dynasty were still very extensive.

There were more and more boats, and gradually the distance between the boats was much closer, and the boats were next to each other, and the ladies and dependents of the flowers and branches were chattering and pointing to the good men who were performing on the stage

Suddenly there was a soft chant from the boat next to him:

"The green mountains are hidden in the water, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach to blow Xiao

Turning her head to look, it was a girl in a goose-yellow bibi armor who was looking at them with a smile, and her eyes fell on the hole flute in the eldest lady's hand.

The girl beat the turquoise lake with the newly broken willow branch in her hand, and said to Peng Jingrong with a smile: "This sister is so Yaxing, and she brought musical instruments to watch the game." “

Peng Jingrong also read a poem out:

"Ye Han's thick dew is like crying eyes, and Ye Han's breeze is like dancing waist. The little tree can't help but climb and suffer, and the beggar leaves two or three branches."

"This sister, the willow tree is still sprouting, if it is all folded like you, then this Mochou Lake will be bald."

The girl smiled embarrassedly: "Little sister knows, my sister's hole flute is quite chic, isn't it from the hands of a famous artist, can you borrow it from my little sister to take a look?" "Let's take it and see it." Peng Jingrong handed the dong flute over.

The girl fiddled with it and returned it: "Sure enough, it is the fine work of the master of the Ni family in the third archway." Tomorrow, the little sister will also go to buy a branch. Then he left them with a charming smile and told the boatman to swing forward again, the distance between the two boats was a little farther, Peng Jingrong whispered: "It's done, you can go." ”

"This person is the deputy history of the Song State Mission? What a beautiful man. Liu Ziguang responded in a low voice.

"How do you know?" Peng Jingrong said curiously.

"Although he deliberately covered it up, I still saw his Adam's apple, and the speed of taking the painting was very fast and clever, and I couldn't find it if I didn't look carefully, it seems that he is a veteran of espionage." Liu Ziguang's eyes are still very poisonous.

"Let's go too." Peng Jingrong proposed.

"Wait, what's in the hands of that guy in the stand?" Liu Ziguang's eyes were attracted by the new player on stage in the lake pavilion.

The man was holding a shiny light bulb.

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The next episode previews the protagonist to subdue the inventor Addison, reserve his own technical strength, and all the foreshadowing is for the brewing of a big action, and the form of the coup is preliminarily set to parachute in the middle of the night.

Tanks, submarines, and hot air balloons are all going to appear, don't worry, do you want the protagonist to go back and pull 500 people to rebel now? Timing, technology, and all aspects of the conditions are not mature, and the enemy boss has not yet come forward, and the next step is to start the conflict. There are constant conflicts, and I will consider any good suggestions that everyone can put forward