Fang Zhongyong sighed and sprinkled a handful of incense ash into the charcoal basin. The faint benzoin was accompanied by a calm and calming effect. A wisp of blue smoke slowly flowed and lingered in the house.

"The most important difficulty in Wang Ziyue's affairs is that Wang and Zhang families are a match-up and are more suitable in all aspects. Since they have made a marriage, even if the eldest son Zhang Jie, due to his age, failed to reach a marriage contract, the priority of the second son Zhang Xi must be."

"Let Yue'er marry a fat man?" Before Fang Zhongyong could finish speaking, Chai Lin had already bulged his cheeks and said with anger: "No!"

"Don't worry, I'm not, I'm analyzing it for you. Now, in order to care about her father's health, Wang Ziyue delayed the marriage, and almost broke the marriage with Zhang Jie. This is your opportunity.

But if Wang Anren is completely allowed to make such an old-fashioned elder brother, Wang Ziyue, the Zhang family will still be given priority." Fang Zhongyong slowly analyzed to Chai Lin.

"What should I do? Can I mess with a girl so that the fat man falls in love with that girl first, and then the fat man doesn't want to marry Wang Ziyue?" Chai Lin baked his hands on the edge of the charcoal basin and asked.

Fang Zhongyong walked to the dining table and continued, while eating, "This is not difficult, but the problem is that Fatty's own marriage is not entirely his own decision. Are you planning to let Fatty be trapped by love like you, like this?"

"This is not good, that is not good, so what should I do?" Chai Lin also walked from the brazier to the dining table, cleaned his hands, and asked the internet celebrity maids to retreat first, before he continued to chat with Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhongyong pushed Chai Lin's bowl of wonton soup cakes to him, and chewed his own bowl, saying, "Your method is from the fat man, you can try it. But you have to settle your mind on Prince Yue. After all, feelings are not a one-sided thing."

While the two were talking, the housekeeper came in from the outside and handed a post to Fang Zhongyong. Fang Zhongyong took out the letter and read it, with a smile on his face: "We will slowly think about your business and make a long-term plan."

As he said that, he popped the letter paper in his hand and continued, "Mr. Fan sent a letter saying that Jian Jiao and Mr. Jian were detained by Fan Xianggong. It's time for us to go on stage and talk about the price."

...

In the Nanxun Hall, Zhao Zhen sat on his magnificent Nine Dragon Chair. In his left hand, he held the "Picture of Hundred Officials" presented by Fan Zhongyan, Fu Bi, Ouyang Xiu and others, and in his right hand, he held the "On the Party" discussed by Lu Yijian, Gao Ruonne, Xia Shu and others, and in his heart, millions of grass and mud horses galloped and neighed, sweeping the world.

The court officials are targeting each other and have balanced power. For the officials, it is not a bad thing. Power itself is a technique of checks and balances. However, the court officials form party members, join forces, pull up a large number of people, and fight each other, which is nothing wrong.

Thinking of these court officials who were once dealt with by their adoptive mother, Empress Dowager Liu E, now under her own rule, they are so openly fighting and treating government resources as a joke. Zhao Zhen is really angry.

Meiren Zhang slowly walked out from behind the screen, looked at the memorials scattered all over the floor, and did not dare to say anything. She just directed the eunuch to clean up and sent the palace maids to stew some fire-relieving supplements. She was silently with her side and added charcoal to a small hand stove.

In her low-rise pants, there was a very unique strapless underwear with a unique curve in the middle, which was exquisite, highlighting the cute and upright curves.

"The strapless clothes inside you are unique and novel." Zhao Zhen smiled at Beauty Zhang.

Meiren Zhang is a lively person. When she saw Zhao Zhen’s face was kind, she followed and said, “It was all given by the official family. Fang Zhongyong from Yuewen’s study, in the playbook written by the underwear worn by the slaves, you can learn how to make it. Your Majesty.”

As she spoke, beauty Zhang untied her strap off. The back of the strap was not tied with a cloth strap, but used two very delicate buckles. Once she pulled it, she quickly opened it.

Zhao Zhen's eyes were deeply attracted by the beauty Zhang who had her strapless. He threw away the book and took the one. When he touched it, he had some rings and sponge structures, with a bad squinting eyes and smiled:

"Fang Zhongyong has the most wrong ideas. How could he think of this? He broke his intestines? Don't say it, it looks really good."

Zhao Zhen did not pay much attention to this beauty on weekdays, but she looked at her at this moment, but she had a unique charm. His eyes couldn't help but look at her face from her figure, and from her face to her figure:

With an oval face, charming eyes, pink face, a small family with jasper, and a white stripe and skirt, she has a clear figure, long legs are as beautiful as jade, and her buttocks are curled upwards, which is very arrogant. It's really good, it's my own cabbage.

After Zhao Zhen finished the identification, his attention gradually shifted to this beauty. It was a good thing. In short, it was the day for beauty Zhang to sleep. No wonder she appeared at this time.

"Everything must be a glass of wine, don't be a worry for the daughter of the world." Zhao Zhen sighed while whispering, and reached out his hand to Mei Ren Zhang and launched an attack like a wolf or a tiger.

Various shy and erotic scenes are suspected to be indescribable here, and a few words are omitted.

The affairs of men and women can relieve the worries. Zhao Zhen finished his joy and finally took a deep nap.

On the afternoon full of snow, a different kind of emotion spreads in the imperial city.

...

Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin arrived at Kaifeng Prefecture and saw at a glance:

The well-dressed and serious husband Fan Zhongyan and his wife stood among a group of blue-haired and swollen prison strokes.

"What's the situation?" Chai Lin muttered in a low voice.

"What do you think?" Fang Zhongyong replied to him angrily.

"These people were beaten to arrest Jian Jiao and the Jian family's father, right?" Chai Lin used up his only IQ and expressed a possibility.

"What about it? The IQ is touching..."

"What is Mr. Fan going to do?"

"What do you think?"

"We won't be asked to reimburse these prisoners' work injuries, right? Is it a quarrel? Lord Fan will do it?"

On the road in front of the government office with a short section of wind and snow, Chai Lin and Fang Zhongyong kept walking and talking while walking.

Seeing that they were coming, Fan Zhongyan asked the jailers to disperse first, waiting for Chai Lin and Fang Zhongyong to enter and block the door again.

Chai and Fang bowed to Fan Zhongyan.

Fan Zhongyan then called all the prisoners in, and while letting Chai Lin and Fang Zhongyong see it, he said:

"Look, before sending out to arrest people, you didn't tell me clearly. Look, look at them all, they were all caught by Jian Jiao and beaten them."

Fang Zhongyong looked carefully and saw that he had claw marks on his face, panda eyes, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and all kinds of weird shapes that were beaten can collect seven achievements to summon the dragon.

Chai Lin, as always, was whispering there, holding back his laughter, and laughing again.

"Okay, just laugh if you want to laugh. I'll finish laughing. You can pay for this group of people's injuries." Fan Zhongyan said seriously.

"Okay, please leave it to us. Sir, when can we go and see the Jian family father and daughter?" Fang Zhongyong continued to smile apologized.

By the way, he glared at Chai Lin, a meaning of "You must have gone out to wash your face today and washed your eyes off" was deeply contained in Fang Zhongyong's bright eyes.

"That's a criminal in the court, how could he meet him at any time?" Fan Zhongyan looked impatient and reached out to combed his beard, put his beard in a net cover that was wet with wind and snow, then stretched out his big hand and stretched out his five fingers.

"We will give it to us for the lawsuit." Chai Lin hurriedly agreed, and the little abacus in his eyes made a crackling sound.

The jailer beside Fan Zhongyan had already lost his patience and said loudly:
Chapter completed!