After a loud "bang" sound, the gurgling clear stream finally surged out from the bottom of the gravel.

The militia and Western soldiers showed excited smiles on their faces.

A large military man, speaking in a northwest accent, shouted loudly: "From the water out of water——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The moonlight in Qingjian City tonight was particularly good. After using a new well drilling machine and blasting powder, the water came out in three days. Even the old man could not cover the smile on his face.

Zhong Shiheng looked at the well drilling machine in front of him, and then looked at the blasting powder that was proportioned next to him. A thought suddenly arose in his mind: "If this blasting powder is used in combination with some mechanism for combat, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Thinking of this, he held the explosion powder in his hand and looked at it carefully. The Lord Fang, the official of the Secret Spy Department, appeared in his heart.

"Li Qi," Zhong Shiheng called out his deputy general Li Qi.

Li Qi came in response and bowed to wait for Zhong Shiheng's order.

"Li Qi, do you know who Lord Fang Zhongyong? Or, ask who is in the general's sect or in the Western Army? Transfer him to Yanzhou."

"This?" Li Qi was a little confused, but he still accepted the order: "Yes."

...

When Fang Zhongyong returned to Fang's mansion, his home was very lively.

Chai Lin, Ma Erya, and Zhang Xi gathered at home, and the fat monk who cheated on drinking imperial wine and stole the wine glass was also sitting in the hall.

When Prince Yue saw Fang Zhongyong stepping into the door, she looked like a general amnesty and suddenly supported her head and said, "I am sleepy. I will go to the chassis tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first."

As she said that, she helped Yannong, walked past Fang Zhongyong, and handed him a sympathetic look.

"What's the situation? This person is--" Fang Zhongyong looked at Chai Lin in confusion.

"This is a potato with flowers in hairpins, our female writer in Yuewen Study School." Chai Lin introduced it very naturally.

The fat monk without scars stood up, swayed towards Fang Zhongyong, and bowed:

"Master Fang worked hard on the night and should not be disturbed, but the manuscript of the six-year-old manuscript was destroyed by this woman tonight. I still need to ask for an explanation. Since this woman is Master Fang's person, will the compensation be paid by Master Fang?"

The hairpin potato pointed his finger straight at Ma Erya without hesitation.

Fang Zhongyong looked at the potatoes with flowers on her hair, then at Ma Erya, and thought to himself:

Is this the legendary literati's leniency? It shouldn't be. After all, the leniency between literati is always open and secret. Ma Erya's leniency is so unconcealed and unpretentious literati's leniency is very difficult for Fang Zhongyong to do.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Chai Lin and asked with a very modest attitude of inquiry, saying, "What is the situation in this matter? What do Boss Chai think about it?"

Chai Lin was on the side, covering his bloody lips that had been accidentally injured, and glared at Ma Erya fiercely. The other party said, "What else can you think? Pay him the money for the manuscripts such as hairpin flower potatoes, and then find other manuscripts to top it first."

Fang Zhongyong turned to the hairpin potatoes and looked polite: "Is this possible?"

"It's almost the same-" Seeing that Fang Zhongyong was so humble as an official, Tudou, the anger in his heart had faded a lot, but he still pointed at Ma Erya and said, "But I want her to apologize to me."

"You think beautifully. You said bad things about Brother Zhongyong first!" Ma Erya became angry again.

Fang Zhongyong suddenly understood Wang Ziyue's sympathetic look just now.

...

Zhe Yiran got up at night, but saw Liu Yue'e and Di Qing standing side by side under the bright moonlight.

Liu Yue'e's side face was slightly hazy under the moonlight, and the moonlight outlined a beautiful smile on her lips.

Di Qing changed his usual seriousness, holding a wintersweet in his hand, and was very romantic in his actions.

Zhe Yiran was a little stunned by this scene, rubbed his eyes, pinched himself, and after confirming that it was not a dream, he tiptoed back to his room.

Maybe, they just couldn't sleep, so they chat under the moon?

Zhe Yiran untied her coat, and only wore underwear and underwear to retract her into the quilt, staring at the ceiling, and began to think about her best friend's future.

According to his woman's intuition, it seems that there is a good impression between Di Qing and Liu Yue'e. And according to a rational attitude of watching, Liu Yue'e and Di Qing will be much happier than being with Chen Ji.

However, Yu Li is not in line.

Liu Yue'e was born into a general and was married. Chen Jichang was a civil servant of a high grade, and Di Qing was just a thief-mate military instructor. Yu Li said that this was a difficult and difficult situation.

Damn ethics. Zhe still cursed the unreasonable ethics in his heart with an unscrupulous rebellion.

For some reason, Fang Zhongyong's figure appeared before him again.

Zhe still stretched out his slender jade hand from the quilt, took the jade pendant that Fang Zhongyong gave him, put it on his chest, and used his body temperature to warm the jade pendant, and then fell asleep in a daze before he knew it.

...

When the spring breeze blows across the imperial city's palace walls, the government affairs operation in the new year begins to be carried out in the political affairs hall again.

From the day Fan Zhongyan entered the Political Affairs Hall, he was accompanied by a large number of scholars and officials from the Pavilion and the Qingliu officials who did not know how to keep a low profile, and Lu Yijian's deep and friendly eyes.

As the minister, Lu Yijian still presided over the daily government affairs work. The day before yesterday, Zhao Zhen explained a memorial from his Ministry of Revenue, requiring high standards to tap a thing called "personal income tax" for senior government officials who did not need to pay taxes.

In order to please Zhao Zhen and win the holy heart, Lu Yijian had to take the lead in expressing his willingness to implement this matter and organize discussions.

But in my heart, Lu Yijian looked down on such petty things:

My Song Dynasty was rich, so he cared about the money of officials? Emperor Taizu said that the Song Dynasty was a way for the emperor and the scholars to rule the world together. Now he was going to collect taxes from the scholars and officials in the world. It was a joke, something that lost the hearts of the people.

Thinking of the word "people's heart", Lu Yijian couldn't help but smile. Where did the "people's heart" come from? It's just the heart of the people in the writings of the literati. What's unhappy about the literati? Do you expect the writing of the history books to win the hearts of the people?

Therefore, although this is the case, the magistrates still have to discuss it together. It is best to find a reason to let Fan Zhongyan carry out this matter that offended the scholars and officials of the world.

Lu Yijian made a decision in his mind, and then he tried hard to guide the entire agenda and walked in the direction he expected.
Chapter completed!