Gu Siyi smiled and said, "I am a woman, what can I have to do with you?" He said that, looking at Xu Wei.

Xu Wei's face was cold and said, "It's very easy to do Xu. As long as everyone does their own things, don't do anything, just live a stable life." Gu Siyi said, "How can that be?" Xu Wei said, "Why can't he be the one who has gone to seventy years old, but you are in your youth, and you are afraid that you can't stand his old bones," Liang Bolong said, "We sincerely ask for advice, but I'll use us to have fun."

Chang Sihao knew that Xu Wei was as clear as a mirror, and Gu Siyi's little thoughts could not be hidden from him. At that time, Hu Zongxian was Xu Jie's one-handed attack on him. Xu Wei, as Hu's old subordinate and old friend, was implicated. After so many crimes, how could he not want to repay him quickly? If he didn't want to fight Xu Jie, he wouldn't even ignore mourning and followed Gu Siyi to the capital. However, this person was strange and awkward. He really couldn't treat him with routine. He laughed: "Mr. Qingteng said that this method is really wonderful. It can both defeat Xu and not hurt his vitality. To be honest, although I don't have many opportunities to meet Xu Jie, I feel at a disadvantage every time I compete. Alas, even Yan Song was beaten by him. Looking at the inside and outside of the court, if you want to play with power and political struggles, I'm afraid no one is his opponent."

After hearing this, Xu Wei showed a slightly disapproving look on his face and said, "Xu Jie is good at weaving traps and making bad things in the dark. His nature must be suspicious. And because he waited for the last ten years to fight Yan Song, he must have distrust the people around him. Although he has been the prime minister over the years, he has installed many of his own people, but few of them can really reassure him. Everything he has now is just a sand castle. No matter how grand and brilliant the atmosphere is, how can he withstand the blow of the wind and waves?"

Chang Sihao said solemnly: "To be honest, now the court is corrupt, foreign tribes are eyeing each other, and chaos is everywhere. Rebellion soldiers are emerging in various places, regardless of coastal and inland, the lives of the people are in dire straits. If you don't rectify it well, you will be afraid that you will be not far from the country and the family will be destroyed. Mr. Xu's control of the court's principles and conservative and stubbornness is the biggest obstacle to the implementation of the new policy. Chang Sihao is a martial artist, with limited talent. Since you know him so well, you must have a trick in your heart. I hope that the gentleman can be open and honest and give him advice," he said, "After saying that he is avoiding the seat and hunching down.

Xu Wei looked at him coldly, and snorted softly in his nostrils: "First arouse, then please speak generously. It seems that the Marquis is worthy of being a storied figure,"

Chang Sihao said: "I hope you will think of the people of the world as your thoughts,"

"Civil," Xu Wei laughed at the desk: "Just, joke, marquis, I don't think we have to go around in circles. You are to avenge Cheng Yunfeng, and I am to vent my anger on Mr. Hu. Everyone understands their thoughts. How many people in the world have seen, and how many people have recognized you? There is no need to carry them out to fight this tiger-skinned flag." He smiled very smoothly and coldly. Although there were two coughs in the middle, it was still like thunder and lightning in the rain, and it was neat and fierce.

Chang Sihao heard it very differently and intended to talk about Jianjia's ideas with him. However, he did want to avenge Cheng Yunfeng at first, and it would be useless to explain more. So he learned from Liao Gushi and simply did not care. He smiled and said, "Sir, speak frankly, which is heartbreaking."

Xu Wei's eyes were covered with bags, his nose was cold, and he snorted, as if it meant: "Stop talking," Chang Sihao smiled again, and immediately explained the information and situation he had. Xu Wei laughed after hearing this and said, "I want to deal with Xu Jie with his two sons, but I don't understand him. Xu Jie is so arrogant and can be cruel. He should give up his two sons. It's not very useful to us in our hands. This person is meticulous and does things well, and everything around him is well organized. If you want to beat him, you must first disrupt his rhythm, then defeat his heart and lose his fighting spirit, so that he can lay a foundation for the victory."

Chang Sihao recalled that when Xu Jie had physical contact with him, his wrist pulse was indeed rapid for a period of time. This physiological reaction was uncontrollable. Perhaps this is what is called "disrupting the rhythm". He asked: "Mr. I mean, I want me to have more physical contact with him."

Xu Wei seemed to be mocking him for being ignorant, and actually laughed rare: "Since it is a shocking thing, why not just hit Huanglong? Master Liang, how is your voice now?" Liang Bolong said: "Recovering is not wrong, why don't you need me?" Xu Wei said: "If you want to start a big show, how can you not use your big horn?" Liang Bolong laughed: "Okay, if you are willing to edit it, I will be willing to sing, so that you can avoid this whining, full of passion, and nowhere to put it,"

Xu Jie was not suffering from the cold, and was covered with thick clothes in a hot day and sweated. He ate a cup of ginger, green onion, garlic wine for no reason, and drank a large bowl of mutton soup. It was all warm and spicy and hot. He didn't realize it that night, but he felt angry the next day, and his teeth were dull and painful, and some mouth sores appeared on his cheeks. Regardless of herbal tea and hot rice, he would hurt when he put it in his mouth, and he couldn't help feeling upset.

He ate some cold fruits and vegetables for a few days. After four or five days, his toothache gradually subsided and his sore gradually subsided. His mind returned to reality from the pain, but instead felt even more upset. He sat idle and went to the study to watch the calligraphy and paintings he collected.

The officialdom is turbid. In his spare time, he gathers together to discuss poetry and Taoism, and count black and yellow. This can not only give him temporary relief from elegance, but also an important way to communicate. Xu Jie has been an official for many years and has purchased it himself. He has countless fine calligraphy and paintings given by others. At this time, he opened the large cabinet behind the table and faced the scroll in a set of gear, and felt at a loss.

After hesitating for a long time, he took the two axes he saw most, closed the cabinet door, turned around and gently placed the two reels on the table, pulled over the chair and sat down, and slowly unfolded one of them.

The scroll is slightly yellow and slightly green, which is caused by adding green moss when making paper and mixing pulp. The dark fine lines on the paper look like grass dyeing the deserted city, and it is a vibrant old trace.

This is the original Wanghai Tower of Mi Yuanzhang of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is written: The iron urn is close to the blue sky among the clouds, the misty flying tower is hundreds of feet long, the sound of the Three Gorges River flows under the pen, the shadow of sails in the Six Dynasties falls in front of the cup, the corners of the paintings urge the red sun, there is nothing wrong, white smoke rises in Cangzhou, and suddenly remembers where is the appreciation? The spring breeze and autumn moon are confused.

Xu Jie focused his mind and read the poems, and sometimes appreciated the characters. The poem was majestic and delicate, and the atmosphere was striking. However, the fonts were mostly skewed, and the momentum was not well-made, and the structure was less solemn. After reading for a long time, he closed his eyes and a faint regret flowed out of his expression. He took a break and spread another picture. The one on it was mounted was a letter with the title of a birthday of Yan Gong. This was the work of the birthday of Yan Song when Hu Zongxian ordered Xu Wei to write a letter on behalf of him. After Yan was turned down, he was found out from the mansion and became one of the evidences of the crime of identifying Hu as Yan Party.

The letter is gorgeous, praises and praises, and is very good at praising it. The font is close to Mi Yuanzhang, but it is closed with dignity and dignity. Especially at the turning point, it is powerful and shows amazing courage and changes, making people feel that people with such writing must be arrogant and independent, and they will never be able to write such stingy words. However, it falls like iron and is truly true. From the perspective, there is a kind of hero who is bent down under the eaves and beats his eyebrows, but secretly bites his teeth and becomes angry.

Xu Jie understood that although Xu Wei was in harmony with Hu Zongxian, he hated Yan Song deeply. Yan Song was powerful back then and could not protect himself without relying on his disciples. Hu Zongxian had no choice but to make friends. Xu Wei had to do this for his friend, but his mood remained between the lines. This letter looked like a golden and jade hall, magnificent, but when you look closely, every word was strong and shore, like a rough and arrogant piece of blue rock. The kind of depression and anger was unreliable, and the choking and grief in Wang Youjun's chaotic post was the same. It can even be said that the heights of the two can be equally matched.

While reading the letter, he used his fingers to paint it, feeling the strength and momentum. When his mind was deep, he felt itchy inside. He immediately ordered someone to grind ink and spread paper, got up and picked up the pen to copy it.

After the filming, the bead curtain was raised. Xu Ying walked in. Seeing his father writing intently, he approached quietly. He studied under his father's supervision since he was a child and was quite knowledgeable about calligraphy. At this moment, he looked at the words on the paper and smiled and said, "Dad, I always thought your words had been done long ago, but I didn't want them to be changed. There was always progress." Xu Jie picked up the pen and looked at it. Although the structure of these words was good, the pen seemed deep and cramped. The changes, agility and atmosphere were far less than Xu Wei's original body, but he didn't explain to his son, and asked lightly: "What's the news outside these days?"

Xu Ying smiled and said, "Hi, I think you are worried for nothing. The Chang surnamed Chang was so idle that he had nothing to do. He found the actors Liang Bolong, today, the East Factory, and tomorrow the Hou Mansion will hold a church meeting, and recruited a group of people to drink and have fun, that's all,"

Xu Jie had been through the wind for many years and was extremely sensitive. He immediately asked, "Who are they invited?"

Xu Ying smiled and said, "There are mostly small officials under the fifth rank. You don't have to be nervous. Their foundation is so deep. I think it's just because of Duke Guo's face."

Guo Shuronghua's face can be used by the other party, but his son has this expression. Xu Jie almost wanted to reach out to give him a mouth and said in anger: "Chang Sihao talked to them at the meeting," Xu Ying said: "I didn't say anything, what can I say. There are also ours among the officials invited. When they came back, they just watched the show and chatted. In addition, they also hired many celebrities such as calligraphy and painting. Dad, I think Chang Sihao is a rough man. This move is just a villain who is eager to expand his circle of friends and put a gild on his face after he succeeds. Don't you also say that he has no other skills?"

Xu Jie looked silent. After the other party's strong provocation, he should have hidden a trick next time. He definitely did not turn around to have fun. Could it be that he retreated when he saw that he was calm and unstimulated? I was afraid that it was unlikely that he asked again: "What kind of play Liang Bolong and the others sang? Is there any sarcasm and suggestion?"

Xu Ying shook her head: "No, they sang new plays, most of which are talented men and beautiful women. I heard that it was written by someone who is Tian Shuiyue, which is quite elegant."
Chapter completed!