"What kind of smell is this!" Fei Zhong couldn't help frowning, retreating into the courtyard, pointing to the thatched house, "Trouble, this is what you call a master?!"

"This ...... This ...... "Listening to the inquiry, he couldn't help but sweat a layer of sweat in his head, and his face became even more red, secretly scolding this person for how to be so lazy, Fei Zhong didn't have the heart to go in, and said sharply: "What are you still doing in a daze, come here, burn this house, save the official from looking upset!"

The officers have long been accustomed to arson, after a while, they saw the thatched house from the top, a fire reflected in the sky, it was mid-autumn, the weather was dry, this fire started, it was like a flood of mountains and rivers, out of control, crackling sound endlessly!

"Ah! It's on fire! It's on fire, it's life, help!" Hearing someone shouting in the house, Fei Zhong picked the corner of his mouth, I thought it was a hard bone, I was afraid of the fire, "snapped", the beam fell, and I saw a person rushing out of the house with a panicked look, this person was unkempt, dressed in rags like a beggar, and when he came out, he was still holding a ball of gray cloth clothes in his arms, "Help, it's on fire, help!"

The man just shouted, but when he saw that no one answered, he grabbed a man by his hand: "Quickly get water, take water to put out the fire! My house is on fire, but you should move!"

The soldier just laughed on the side, where would he pay attention to this person, this person was also funny, seeing that everyone did not move, he did not carry water, but sat on the ground and cried: "My house, my house ......"

"What a master, what a master!" This person is still less than the scoundrels in the market, Fei Zhong has worked hard to come here, he is full of joy, he is not a beggar, he has been beaten alive, and he is annoyed, "Worry, you take your master, and go directly to feed the horses tomorrow!"

"My lord, my lord!" he shouted and kicked the man over, "You Hun, can you be quiet! Lord Fei is looking for someone, you should hurry up and say it!"

"House, house ......" You Hun collapsed to the ground, at this time it was already pear blossoms with rain, bothered to see it even more annoyed, and lifted it with one hand: "You Thin, I will return this broken grass house to you in the future, you say, you know this person!"

When You Hun heard that he bothered to build a house for himself, he immediately stopped crying: "Really?"

"Damn! When did Lao Tzu lie to you!" bothered to take out a painting scroll in his hand and spread it out, "Tell me, do you know this person?"

"This ......" You Hun looked at the person in the portrait, very familiar, so he hurriedly took out a yellow cloth from his arms, which was stained and took a lot of effort to spread out, "This ...... Here, yes, this is the man!"

As soon as Fei Zhong heard this, he immediately turned around and was about to pick up the yellow cloth, but was held in his arms by You Hun: "My lord, this house is ......."

"Okay, okay, someone will return you a big house!" Fei Zhongxun is looking for someone similar to Nuwa Niangniang, and he has found aesthetic fatigue, so there is news, that is, let him take more silver taels, he will also agree, You Hun heard this, so he smiled, unfolded the yellow cloth, and put it in front of everyone.

On this yellow cloth, it is only a rough outline, just a few strokes, but the appearance of the person, sketched vividly, but it is a good painting skills, Fei Zhong followed You Hun to point, this found a person, my heart was suddenly overjoyed, I found it, I finally found it!

The corners of this person's eyebrows are very similar to Nuwa Niangniang, her lips are slightly curled, and she is more soft, so she looks at this portrait and asks Fei Zhong to think about it: "Where is this woman from?"

Fei Zhong didn't ask if he was married, he only asked Ren's family, but he had already made up his mind, as long as the Son of Heaven likes it, even if you are the wife of the chaff, he will get you here, just say where it is, who cares about your marriage!

You Hun just frowned on the side, but did not speak, Fei Zhong naturally knew what he meant, and said in his heart that this person was a bachelor, and he would not die if he wanted money, so he stuffed ten taels of silver (the currency used by the Shang Dynasty was shellfish, including sea shells, bone shells, stone shells, jade shells and copper shells, and the appearance of copper shells showed that the Shang Dynasty had begun a standard of currency, and here for the sake of intuition, silver was used instead): "Don't say it quickly!"

"This woman is the daughter of the Su clan of Jizhou, as for the name, ......" You Hun said, but his mind suddenly got stuck, and he couldn't remember the name of this person, "I can't remember the name, I only know that she is the daughter of Hou Suhu of Jizhou, and she should be twenty-eight years old at this time, and she should not be married." ”

"Okay, that's good!" Fei Zhong was overjoyed, this person has finally been found, no matter what your name is, as long as you know where you are, you will dig three feet into the ground and find you, "It's just, where did you come from?"

The women of the Shang Dynasty, especially the women of the big families, did not leave the boudoir at all, even the married husband was also seen in the cave room, what kind of ability did You Hun have, there was so much secret news.

You Hun smiled, his face showed a little pride, and he drew a few strokes on the ground with a branch in his hand, and in a moment, Fei Zhong's appearance fell to the ground, his shape was lifelike, it was his demeanor, and it was also eight points similar: "The villain is not talented, he can never forget it, and he can also depict it." ”

"My cloud travel, and occasionally meet with it, you can be like this, if you ......" You Hun finished painting, but he became arrogant, and said as if he was a master in the world, Fei Zhong did not debunk it, but just said with a straight face: "In this way, now that you have no government office, you will follow me to serve, if you can come out in the future, but count the merits of the official, let the fields and wastelands, and bury the world's talents." ”

You Hun was already a thatched wooden house, and he heard that it was a "mansion" and a "world-class talent", and he was happy in his heart, and he didn't want to think about it, so he agreed, Fei Zhong naturally had his own intentions this time, although this person was lazy, but he was a good hand at drawing, and it must be useful to leave it, that is, to paint his own portrait, and he could also save a lot of silver taels......

"Niangniang, what the minister said is the truth, Your Majesty is tired, it is rare to have a happy person, if you can get it, it is not only the blessing of the Su family in Jizhou, but also to help the Son of Heaven to enjoy one or two, this matter kills two birds with one stone, and it is also the luck of the world. Fei Zhong got the news, and went to the middle palace overnight to tell the previous things together, but the things that were especially uneasy were concealed, and he only got this news after saying how hard he worked and how he searched.

The Son of Heaven has been on the throne for a long time, but in the harem, there are only three concubines, and in addition to Yang Jiu's father's new funeral, filial piety for three years is not allowed to have sex again, Huang Feiyan in the belly, so far there has been no movement, although Jiang Wenqiang has given birth to two sons, but the two were lost at the age of six, so far I don't know whether to live or die, although there is the third prince Nezha, but also the son of Li Jing of Chentangguan, not a person of the Yin family, the position is unified, and it will inevitably change in the future.

It was precisely because of this incident that Jiang Wenqiang heard about Fei Zhong's beauty pageant, so she went to visit, and now she heard the news, and her heart was also happy: "Lord Fei is hard, such a thing, I will trouble you to go to Jizhou." ”

"This ...... This is an honor for Wechen. Fei Zhong said, but his face was embarrassed, "Niangniang...... The minister is loyal to the country, then the Marquis of Jizhou after all, the marquis of Jizhou, the little manager of the imperial horse, if he goes out on this trip, I am afraid that there will be a disagreement with the ceremony, if ...... When outsiders heard about it, they also said that the Son of Heaven had no ...... So, isn't this a loss of salute?"

In ancient times, marriage and employment paid attention to a door-to-door match, if this matter is the marriage of the Son of Heaven, to mention the person, the identity can not be bad, now the son is not in the court, Wen Zhong, Bigan is temporarily in charge of the government, among the important ministers, Jiang Wenqiang only knows Huang Feihu and Jiang Wenhuan, but the matter of courtesy, where is the gift of the general.

Jiang Wenqiang thought about it for a few moments, and then said: "Since this is the case, then there is a doctor who has worked hard to go on a journey, and after the matter is completed, I will say a few words, and the Son of Heaven will naturally know." ”

Fei Zhong knew that the wind on the pillow was strong, and he knew that Jiang Wenqiang recommended him, so he was happy in his heart, so he thanked him: "Thank you Niangniang, Weichen will go to Jizhou tomorrow." ”

"That's very good. Jiang Wenqiang nodded, Fei Zhong saw this, and then retreated, on the way out of the palace, he was very happy, and he just bowed his head and walked quickly, but he didn't expect to be too anxious, and he bumped into the black shadow.

"You don't walk long...... His Majesty...... Your Majesty!" Fei Zhonggang wanted to ask, as soon as he saw this person, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted, Zhang Dixin returned in Jiuli, and he didn't want to be the first person to see this person, so he couldn't help frowning: "So flustered, what kind of system!"

"Yes, yes...... Your Majesty's lesson is ......" Fei Zhong hurriedly replied, that is, the horizontal flesh on his face became nervous, the first time the Son of Heaven was angry, he resigned himself from his official position, and the second time he blocked the old prime minister Shang Rong, if he was angry, wouldn't he want his own life.

Zhang Dixin wanted to surprise Jiang Wenqiang and other women, and he didn't want to entangle with this fat man, so he walked straight to the palace, Fei Zhong knelt for a long time, and saw that no one spoke, so he looked around, felt that there was no one on all sides, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Wenqiang sent Fei Zhong away, the matter in his heart finally had to be postponed for the time being, and he leaned on the bed rail, thinking to himself why the Son of Heaven came to the Middle Palace once for half a month, and only handed over to Wen Zhong and Bigan for such a long time......

Jiang Wenqiang thought of this, he didn't dare to think about it, he sighed alone, looked at the trembling lights, drowsy, not long after, the touching figure shook, I don't know when there was a burst of warmth behind him, hurriedly turned around, but saw that the Son of Heaven was behind him, and said urgently: "Your Majesty forgives the sin, the concubine doesn't know ......"

Jiang Wenqiang didn't finish speaking, he was imprinted by Zhang Dixin's mouth, his tongue was like a cunning little snake, swaying, and he entered the mouth of the beauty's beads, Jiang Wenqiang was at the age of maturity and abundance, and he had not been in the process for a long time, and in a moment, he was teased by the Son of Heaven and his whole body was soft, his face was red and his ears were red, and he muttered in his mouth: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty waits, concubine...... The concubine has something to say. ”

"Oh, what is the matter with Zitong (the Shang Dynasty called the main wife Zitong)?" Zhang Dixin asked, but his subordinates were not honest, slowly probing into Jiang Wenqiang's arms, along a flat river, touching two bulges, and moving slowly.

"Yang Jiu's sister's father...... My father is gone, Your Majesty...... Your Majesty ......" Jiang Wenqiang didn't finish speaking, he had an extra palm around his waist, and the palm went down, and he was panting, Zhang Dixin's heart was moved, where could he still listen to her words, and his lips were close to his ears: "Hugh is going to stir up the interest, this needs a fragrant and beautiful dream......"