In the Nanxun Palace, the lingering benzos rose faintly.

Fang Zhongyong stood quietly in front of Zhao Zhen and remarked to Zhao Zhen: "Your Majesty, I have some gifts to offer, but before presenting these items, Dr. Xu Xizhen needs to be present."

"Oh?" Zhao Zhen encountered such a strange way of offering gifts for the first time, and immediately became interested. He curled his lips and smiled. Hanhan ordered the eunuch beside him: "Go to the Imperial Physician Bureau and bring Doctor Xu to the Imperial Physician Xuan."

Not long after, Xu Xizhen came slowly with an official robe and carrying a medicine box.

Zhao Zhen looked at Fang Zhongyong, put down the book in his hand, and smiled and said, "What treasure do you want to offer? Doctor Xu still needs to be here."

Only then did Fang Zhongyong open the bag he carried with him, took out the special underwear for pregnant women, and took out the items from the Victoria's Secret Angel Underwear House designed with the increase of the month, and handed them out to Xu Xizhen one by one.

Fang Zhongyong bowed to the official family and said to Xu Xizhen: "I'm sorry, Doctor Xu will check it out. Are these objects safe for pregnant women?"

Xu Xizhen was stunned at first, and saw Zhao Zhen nodding slightly, then took the objects one by one, checking them, and sighing that these things are really wonderful and are very considerate of women's physiology.

After the test, Xu Xizhen bowed and reported to Zhao Zhen: "These are completely harmless to pregnant women, and have a good effect of strengthening the fetus and adjusting the comfort level during pregnancy."

"Oh?" Zhao Zhen narrowed his eyes and smiled knowingly: "Does Fang Aiqing give these to me and let me give them to the pregnant concubines in the harem?"

"That's right, this is the new pregnant women's underwear in the Victoria's Secret Angel Underwear House and some peripheral products. I'd like to offer them to the ladies." Fang Zhongyong said every word was very calm.

As he said that, Fang Zhongyong looked at Xu Xizhen and added: "Many knowledge related to women's menstrual cycles, Weichen learned from one of the female disciples of Doctor Xu, Wang. Doctor Xu is worthy of the national master."

Zhao Zhen took the exquisitely made underwear and looked at it. He was very moved by Fang Zhongyong's thoughtfulness. He looked at Xu Xizhen first and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, I still have something to say to Fang Aiqing."

Xu Xizhen naturally understood the meaning, so she bowed and left.

Zhao Zhen shut down the eunuchs on both sides and left, and then he whispered to Fang Zhongyong in a manner of speaking with his own heart: "Fang Aiqing is intent."

As he said that, Zhao Zhen sighed slightly, as if he was looking at a distant place, and said quietly to Fang Zhongyong:

"I know that my dear suddenly offered these things because I am asking me for it. If you don't say it, I understand roughly what you are doing?

Although you secretly gave me the idea of ​​personal income tax collection, it is me who is concerned about the official of the Ministry of Revenue to submit a memorandum. I will not blame you for any problems during the implementation."

Fang Zhongyong listened to the first half of the sentence, thinking that Zhao Zhen was still in tune with each other, but the second half was distorted, and he couldn't help but bow and report: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't have talked too much about this matter,"

But now, Xianggong Fan and the rich man have all become the target of public criticism. Wei Chen hid behind His Majesty, but he was very uneasy. Wei Chen wanted to do his best to find out what the whole story of the case was."

Zhao Zhen's eyes were closed and turned to Fang Zhongyong. After a long time, he sighed slowly: "Your dear, I think there is something wrong with this matter?"

Fang Zhongyong was neither humble nor arrogant, and replied peacefully: "I need to check whether there is or not, before I know. If Your Majesty trusts me, can the marriage of the wife of Xu Qingchuan, the Ministry of Works, be handled by me and the state treasury will be paid by the government?"

"I should have been given a pension," Zhao Zhen came to his senses and picked up the memorial beside him: "It's just that you are responsible for it. The official title cannot show the importance of the court. Why don't you do this? I hand it over to Bao Zheng to handle this matter with you. What do you think?"

"Your Majesty's wiseness."

...

This day is the public memorial day of Miss Xu Qingchuan.

The wife of the Xu family has been killed for nine days without being humiliated and committed suicide. She comes to pay condolences every day or fan the flames in the name of condolences.

The Wazi Street where Xu Mansion is located is not spacious, but now it has been filled with pendants, soul-summoning banners, paper men, paper horses and other underworld objects.

The weather in Bianjing has been surprisingly good for a few days. During the day, the sky is blue and the sky is blue at night is full of stars. It is completely different from the rain falling like a chicken when Mr. Jian was having funeral a few days ago.

Because the official gave the public memorial service, the plain paper and flowers had long piled up a piece of mourning on the long street. During his lifetime, the poor woman who had not received any good titles because her husband was not at a high level and had not received any good titles, but after his death, she got a large number of first-rank officials in the court, and then came to worship with her feet on her feet.

A dozen greetings were heard, and Yishui stood in front of the door, staggered and scheming, reporting the official ranks and condolences of each visitor.

After each noun, the deafening sorrow and the earth-shaking crying woman howls, the deafening sound of the crying woman, will sound to the sky.

Fang Zhongyong followed Bao Zheng and sat together in the back hall of the mourning shed. Fang Zhongyong occasionally talked to Bao Zheng about the case of Mr. Jian’s accident a few days ago, and occasionally said something.

"About Mr. Jian's affairs are 80% unrelated to the Western thief barbarians. I have sent someone to the site of the incident and asked in detail if there were witnesses. I have recently been searching for suspicious people." Bao Zheng took a sip of tea and said softly.

"Sir, wise." Fang Zhongyong also replied in a very low voice. The officials coming and going around him passed by from time to time, some turned a blind eye, and some exchanged greetings.

"For today's matter, Lu Yijian sent Gao Ruone. Have you arranged a solution?" Bao Zheng looked at a servant in front of the door where the wreath was tied, and asked inadvertently again.

"Don't worry, sir." Fang Zhongyong's face showed calmness and peace beyond his age, as if everything was in mind.

Although this public memorial was initiated by the court and presided over by Bao Zheng, due to Lu Yijian's intention, Lu San and Gao Ruonai were arranged in a row. Lu San was naturally very happy for his master Lu Yijian.

Originally, Lu Yijian's party was at a disadvantage in the collection of personal income tax for senior officials, but the fact that Xu Qingchuan's wife was forced by the tax officials to do suddenly turned them into victory. The collection of personal income tax implemented by the Ministry of Revenue has already shown signs that it will be ruined.

All the Lu Party, even the non-Lu Party officials who are not very honest, are proud of themselves.

After all, the method of collecting personal income tax for officials is that a bamboo pole overturns a boat of people and almost offends all officials.

As the saying goes, fish have a way of fish, shrimp have a way of shrimp. When it comes to the ability to accumulate money, even in the Song Dynasty, where high salaries and integrity were raised, most officials were in the officialdom where greed became popular. How many people were Fan Zhongyan and Bao Zheng?
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