What about the shared firepower?

Yes, I didn't even say. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but my official is bigger than you, so you should take the initiative to carry the black pot. Don't you understand the rules of officialdom?

If there is merit, of course, it is the first time for the officials to show themselves; when there is a fire, of course, the big officials will go first; and after the fact, it is the time for the junior officials to perform.

I don't understand this, so I'm most annoyed by you lucky ministers. It's too easy to be an official, and I don't understand anything without being trained.

Of course, this is not Zheng Qingzhi's thoughts, because he doesn't have to think about it, because for thousands of years, even in later generations, being an official is like this. This is already a rule, no one needs to talk about it, everyone follows it.

Not to mention the rules, Zheng Qingzhi is now angry that Gu Fan lost him and ran away by himself, not thinking about the friendship of colleagues at all.

However, this matter, in essence, is still what was said above. It's just that the essence is not easy to say directly.

Zheng Qingzhi looked at the room, looked at the old eunuch who was drinking tea, and said angrily: "You didn't go to greet the sixth prince, but you hid here to drink tea with the palace people?"

"Old Slave ......"

Seeing Zheng Qingzhi come in, Huang Sheng got up and wanted to continue to play his house slave, but Gu Fan asked him to sit down and said, "Master, you sit." ”

"Lord Zheng, why don't you come too. Gu Fan poured a cup of tea and invited Zheng Qingzhi.

"You, you, hello! I'll submit a copy to the official, and you just wait for impeachment!"

The angry Zheng Qingzhi took out his biggest weapon and started to play the Holy Lord. There was no other way for him. Even if he is a big official, Gu Fan is not an official under him, if he really doesn't give him face, he can't help it.

Zheng Qingzhi left in a huff, he never thought that he and Gu Fan met for the first time was not bad, why did he get on the bar? Could it really be a high-tempered person?

Zheng Qingzhi left with anger and puzzlement, and Huang Sheng sighed and said, "Disciple, why are you doing this? Lord Zheng is a good official. ”

Huang Sheng was very happy that his apprentice gave him face, but he didn't want Gu Fan to fall out with the ministers of the DPRK and China because of his face.

"The little woman, thank you for the real person who solved the siege. At this time, Feng Yu came out from behind the screen and bowed to Gu Fan Yingying.

"Thank me, thank me, thank you?" asked Gu Fan with a wink.

Feng Yu looked at Gu Fan, she felt that Gu Fan was pretending to be stupid. But when she saw that Huang Yaoshi didn't understand, she had to explain: "This room is only ten feet square, if it weren't for the real people who walked them, the little girl and the pharmacist would not be spared." ”

With her explanation, the rest of the people suddenly realized, and Huang Yaoshi immediately hugged his fists and thanked him, extremely sincere.

Huang Yaoshi is just a strange character, not a person who is good or bad.

Seeing that he was so sincere, Gu Fan scratched his scalp and said, "Actually, I'm angry." It's because they, as Song officials, don't save the people after the accident, just for the joy of making friends!"

Gu Fan looked out the window.

Feng Yu's assassination was not successful, but there were many casualties.

In addition to some of the Jin soldiers, more of them are the people of Lin'an.

A phrase "protect the prince". It's very simple to say, but the onlookers, those who do business near the city gate, how many dead and wounded, how many senseless disasters.

"This ...... I'm sorry, real person! It's the little woman's mistake. ”

Seeing the injured and dead Song people outside, Feng Yu felt very uncomfortable. She felt she was wrong and that she deserved revenge.

"No! it's not your fault. It is the country, the society, and the officials who are at fault. In the Song Dynasty, they pulled back in various ways and smeared the soldiers and heroes who resisted foreign aggression.

In particular, Wen Yanbo and Ouyang Xiu are simply amazing.

For the sake of political struggle, the fate and survival of the country are used as bargaining chips.

Even the game!

And on the eve of the demise of the Song Dynasty, the performances of these scum are even more breathtaking. ”

Looking at the scene outside, even Gu Fan, who was dedicated to practicing martial arts, couldn't help but be angry.

"What the hell is wrong with this country?

Monks from outside are good at chanting, and that's it. Why is it a lot of disallowed to his own people? Even if the state is incapable of administering justice, private individuals are not allowed to seek justice for themselves.

This goes on like this for a long time, Han people, or people?"

This topic is very big, and the others look at each other, unable to answer, and cannot answer, otherwise the river crab god will come.

In the face of Gu Fan's questioning, Huang Shang, an official-faced person, had to be avoided, and before recusing, he had to persuade Gu Fan to let him be with the light and dust, or be a real seeker.

Gu Fan thought for a while and said to Huang Yaoshi, "Senior Brother Yao." It's not safe here, let's go and live in my house. ”

Gu Fan has a house here, and Zhao Gou gave it to him.

"This ...... Not very good!" Huang Yaoshi didn't want to trouble Gu Fan, especially after Huang Sheng spoke.

"What's so bad. Anyway, now that the whole city is in a big rope, you have nowhere to go. ”

Gu Fan informed the Taihu Lake bandits to send two pieces of clothing.

To be honest, Gu Fan couldn't get used to Huang Yaoshi's Xiao Li pretending. Although green is good for eyesight, if you wear it, it will be beneficial to others!

Moreover, the special meaning of green, with Huang Yaoshi's talent, will he not understand?

Even if you're proud of yourself and think that no one can touch your girl. But...... It's really uncomfortable!

Under the pretext of disguise, Huang Yaoshi finally took off his green suit. Obviously, he also understands that with his green skin, as soon as he shows up, he will be exposed immediately, which is too eye-catching.

"Just like I did. ”

Gu Fan didn't listen to himself, Huang Sheng didn't say anything, only left such a comment, and left.

Zhao Gou rewarded Gu Fan's house very large, definitely not like the 21st century, 60 square meters, "home", 200 square meters, "villa".

Gu Fan's house has three entrances and two exits, and it is based on acres, so the Taihu Lake water bandits, and Huang Yaoshi, all live down.

Moreover, although Gu Fan doesn't live here, the servants and maids are all there, and they are cleaned every day, and it is absolutely people who come to live. Food or something, someone also made it and sent it.

It can be said that Gu Fan doesn't have to do anything.

However, in the middle of the moon, the light lamp (21st century charging product, source: a certain treasure) is transparent, and a person is writing at the desk.

Gu Fan not only did not rest, he was also very busy.

The pen writes and draws on paper, and is always not satisfied. Write and discard, discard and write.

What is this doing? Writing poetry?

The excessively bright lights attracted Huang Yaoshi and Feng Yu.

When they came to the window, they saw Gu Fan write, frowned, and lost it again.

Huang Yaoshi picked up one of the discarded pieces of paper and unfolded it, only to see that it read:

After the assassination of Yan Honglie, he did not make a move, saving the lives of the two - splitting the empty palm.

Stop the Song army from rounding up - flick your fingers (the bar is off), and change it to the Ying sword technique.

There was no official in the quiet room - the whirlwind swept the leaf legs.

Sabotage officials search for - blue sea tide song.

......

If you look at the other papers, they are all the same. It's just that some of them are written on food - acupuncture, medicine, healing, music, pen and ink, poetry, Qimen Dunjia, and so on.

Some are not written.