After the Imperial Academy started, Fang Zhongyong learned to ride a horse half-heartedly, which came to an end for the time being.

Every day after school, Fang Zhongyong went back to the study to review the book, while Ma Erya lay on the table next to her, writing her words.

Recently, Erya has been writing this book called "The Legend of Zhen Huan".

Fang Zhongyong thought about it and wanted Ma Erya to have a deeper understanding of the dissatisfaction with the polygamy system. So, based on the "The Legend of Zhen Huan" that he had read with his mother in his previous life, he wrote this outline for Ma Erya.

Unexpectedly, after Ma Erya got this palace fighting theme, she was so excited that she was so excited that she was full of fighting spirit.

In the past few days, Erya has been immersed in the grand realm of "fighting with the sky, there will be endless joy; fighting with the earth, there will be endless joy; fighting with people, there will be endless joy; fighting with women, there will be even more joy."

With the precedent of the last "The Case of the Chopping of Beauty", Fang Zhongyong planned to no longer read the manuscript written by Ma Erya, so as not to give birth to many concerns about his physical and mental health and personal safety.

Chai Lin came in from outside the door and ran to the study with excitement. The other party said, "It's done a big deal today."

As he said that, he nodded and signaled Ma Erya to avoid it first.

Although Ma Erya was reluctant, she had no choice but to goug Chai Lin, then picked up the manuscript she was writing in her hand and went to the outside room.

Chai Lin dragged a high-legged stool over, stepped on it with one foot, proudly took out a stack of official friends from his sleeve, and a letter of appointment.

"What is this?" Fang Zhongyong asked casually.

"The largest opera troupe in Bianjing - Zhengcaozi, signed four major dramas with Yuewen Study, and got 150,000 yuan. How about it? My Young Master Chai Lin took action, and all the official, private, and various fly study schools were behind."

Chai Lin was proud and shook the two beeswax pendants on his head.

"Is the "pillow grass" who often enters the palace and acts for the royal family? 66666, you kid can--" Fang Zhongyong smiled slightly and shook Chai Lin.

Then, Fang Zhongyong first drew 70,000 official Jiaozi from Chai Lin, then took the appointment and saw the four books signed: "Tang Bohu's Autumn Fragrance", "A Dream of Visiting the Garden", "A Chinese Odyssey" and "A Record of the Chopping of Beauty".

"The Book of the Chopping of Beauty"? It's amazing that my sister. Ma Erya, this is the rhythm of being the number one female female. Fang Zhongyong couldn't help but sigh: "The tastes of the people of the Song Dynasty are also very brainstorming."

"The girl signed a body contract with me, and an iron contract, that is, she was born from my Yuewen Study School, and died from my Yuewen Study School. Therefore, if she became popular, it would be beneficial to us without any harm."

Chai Lin was thinking about another thing at this moment, that is: Fang Zhongyong, you are really stupid, you are so stupid, and Ma Erya has a lifelong ideal for you, that is, to marry Yue Wen Zhongyong and give birth to Yue Wen’s little baby Fang. In this life, life and death will be with you.

Feeling a little tired from his feet, Chai Lin finally changed his bandit-like standing posture.

Then, he approached Fang Zhongyong, up and down, and after observing him for a while, he suddenly said in a pretentious tone:

"I understand, you are afraid that she will steal your limelight. However, in your words, the market is king, and there are indeed many little girls and young women who are willing to read her book."

Fang Zhongyong was choked by his spit on the spot: "Uh——Cough——Okay.”

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The cicadas screamed, and the summer days grew day by day. In the political affairs hall, the slaughter officers who had just eaten ice watermelon officially started to work.

The first letter of Lu Yijian's subordinate, Gao Ruonai, the right secretary of the Zhijianyuan, came in gently from the outside and presented a book with Lu Yijian's eyes to infer whether Fang Zhongyong, Jie Yuanlang of Jiangnan West Road last year, participated in assisting in the fraud in the crime.

Wang Zeng took the book and was furious to read it. He was furious and was about to push the black hat on his head away.

According to the book, it even shows that Fang Zhongyong is a talented genius and a capable man. He even made ruthless impeachment against such a talent, wishing he would never be reborn, be knocked to the ground, and step on another foot.

Ruthless, too cruel.

I want to keep this person. Wang Zeng touched the two mustaches on his lips, thought about the pros and cons, and made such a happy decision:

I am usually just waiting to die. I am lying on your own, Lu Yijian's character is everywhere, and you Lu Yijian's formation of a clique for personal gain and even a big shot. I can't see Fan Zhongyan being demoted from the capital.

Now, I want to keep such a useful young man, but you, Lu Yijian, have been trying to make things difficult for me again and again. If I can't even keep such a young man, how can I be regarded as the priest? I have been the priest for so many years, and I am tired of it. Lu Yijian, play with me, haha.

Wang Zeng, a good old man who usually "does not speak without asking or shaking his head and shaking his head and not knowing it after asking", just like this, he tucked the memorial in his sleeves, and then he looked graceful and light, asking for a meeting with a saint.

Everyone looked at Wang Zeng with a confused look on their faces. No one knew what Wang Zeng was going to do.

When Zhao Zhen announced the imperial edict and ordered Wang Zeng to face the saint, Wang Zeng took out the squad and took out a clerk from his sleeve, presented it with both hands, and said in a loud voice: "The old minister impeached Prime Minister Lu Yijian, formed a clerk for personal gain, accepted bribes, slandered loyal and righteous, and attacked the common people."

Zhao Zhen looked in front of him, Wang Zeng, who never quarreled and caused trouble and had always been honest and sincere, thought about the "Picture of Hundred Officials" published by Fan Zhongyan at that time, one by one, one by one, and it is still vivid in my mind. What a Lu Yijian, I want to ask you what you said.

Zhao Zhen waved his sleeves, sat on the dragon throne angrily, and said loudly: "It is said that Lu Yijian and a group of ministers of the prime ministers are coming. I want to listen to it in person. Lu Yijian will explain the reason for this matter to me."

Wang Zeng is as steady as a mountain, and still. His fighting posture is elegant like a knight in the duel of the Middle Ages. He throws his white gloves on your face with just a light move.

At this time, Wang Zeng's heart just sighed silently: The priest has been in charge for decades, and has experienced many vicissitudes. Let himself use a talented and famous official to end his official career with this reputation. After all, history is written by the Qingliu people.

Thinking of this, a quiet and strange honey smile appeared on Wang Zeng's old face.

Lu Yijian, who came after hearing the news, had no intention of caring about Fang Zhongyong's affairs? He was furious. What a good thing Wang Zeng, who had been hiding for so many years, did a dog that could bite people and would not bark.

The Song Dynasty's priest corps had such an unwritten rule that once the people in the priest corps impeach each other and openly quarreled and sweared, they would be dismissed collectively.

Now the problem is thrown back to Lu Yijian. He was impeached by Wang Zeng, and accepting bribes is a minor matter, but the matter of forming cliques has always been a taboo for the king.

At this time, if he does not explain or argue, he would confess his guilt; if he does not explain or argue, it would inevitably be a quarrel, which would make the priest group collectively stop. For him, who is greedy for power, whether he explains or not, the removal seems to be on the string.

Yaya's Wang Zeng, who is immortal, doesn't want to do it anymore, wants to drag me down. Lu Yijian cursed countless swear words in his heart, and greeted Wang Zeng's mother and ancestors tens of thousands of times.

However, Lu Yijian's politician's skills and years of ups and downs in officialdom still quickly calmed down. He faced Wang Zeng seriously and calmly, and only said one sentence:
Chapter completed!