After reading the last file in front of him, Fan Sheng stretched his waist long and felt tired as if he was tide. He stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtain with a loud bang, and the dazzling light suddenly shone in through the window, making him squint his eyes involuntarily.

It was already bright and the sun was so high.

Looking back, seeing two sleeping clerks, Fan Sheng took a deep breath of fresh air, turned around, walked to the edge of the desk, and breathed the glass lamp that had been burning all night.

I have to say that the glass lamp sold from Texas is easy to use. It is much better than the oil lamp I used to use. It has bright light and less oil smoke. I used to work overnight, and there was always some black smoke powder on my face and nostrils, but since I used the glass lamp, it has been much better.

More importantly, he felt that his eyes had never felt particularly tired any more during this period.

But, this light is a bit too expensive.

Special lamp oil is even less expensive. In short, the annual lamp oil is enough to buy a few such beautiful and exquisite glass lamps.

Those people in the north are too good at doing business, and they are too good at doing business.

Fan Sheng has always been in charge of the intelligence agencies on Daliang, so he knows much more about these things than ordinary people. Most of the goods coming from the north are mainly novel and enjoyable luxury goods, which are extremely expensive, but they are in good business. Whenever the goods arrive at the port, they are snatched away.

However, the goods sold to the south of Daliang are mainly means of production, but the prices are always unavailable.

Once in and out, the wealth on the edge of the beam flows continuously to the north without realizing it. This kind of thing can't be seen in a short period of time, but over time, it will turn into a major event.

Jing Xiang, the first person in the Secretariat, once suggested to Emperor Zhu Wen that the goods from the north should be subject to heavy taxation. However, as soon as the suggestion was released, Jing Xiang was besieged in the court, and the matter could only be left alone.

To put it bluntly, those who can get these goods from the north are basically some powerful people in Daliang, or some local tycoons who support Zhu Wen. If they are subject to heavy taxes, they will be unprofitable. Now, they are making a fortune on this.

Thinking about how hundreds of kilograms of grain could be exchanged for such a lamp, Fan Sheng felt a little bitter. It is forbidden to conduct large-scale grain transactions with the north side, because Daliang, especially in the Chang'an area, grain itself is a shortcoming, but it cannot withstand those with power, take advantage of loopholes and even take risks.

Smuggling is rampant. If it is smuggling, it is much lower to exchange food for these things in the north than the price on the market, which also makes more people tend to smuggle.

The information that Fan Sheng had just thrown aside was a piece of information about the smuggling of Daliang and the north. The evidence was conclusive, but Fan Sheng threw him aside directly because the backer behind this smuggling was the prince. How could he continue to investigate this? What results could he get if he continues to investigate?

In the end, it was just a matter of setting yourself on the fire and roasting it.

After searching and catching, it’s just a slutty shoe. What role can it play? A real big guy can never catch it.

Fan Sheng was a little sad.

Not only for Daliang, but also for yourself.

Now he is extremely embarrassed in the court. The matter in Hezhong was planned by Jing Xiang himself and he personally implemented it, but he also compensated himself. Later, Jing Xiang took the initiative and replaced himself.

As a prisoner of war, he was replaced by a gray-headed man, and his voice in his mouth was already softened by three points. No matter who stared at him with big eyes and eyes, he would feel guilty.

He scooped the cold water from the basin with his hands and rubbed his stiff face to make him more awake. Although he didn't sleep all night, he was afraid he wouldn't have time to take a nap during the day. Gao Xiangsheng's movements have become increasingly intense recently. If he can't give him a head-on blow, he is afraid he will really ride on his head and stool and pee.

This is a very powerful opponent.

Only by catching this guy can you wash away the shame of the past and be a human being with your head held high and your chest held high again.

There were rapid footsteps outside the door.

Fan Sheng's heart sank.

He doesn't like this scene very much, because such scenes will only have two situations: one is great joy and the other is great sorrow. Recently, his years of life are not favorable, and the possibility of great sorrow is far greater than the possibility of great joy.

He wouldn't fantasize his subordinates rushed in and told him that Gao Xiangsheng had been caught by them.

"The battle between the chief officer and Ansui is completely over, and Li Ze wins a complete victory." The subordinate presented the information in his hands to Fan Sheng.

He sighed in his heart, and there was indeed no good news. Li Ze defeated Tocharo and stabilized the northwestern border. What he would do next can even think of with his butt.

Now the Northeast has stopped and even started to do business with Li Ze. The envoys from both sides are in love and affection. It seems that the two families who have killed each other in the past few years are not the two of them. Can Zhang Zhongwu really stand this tone? Or have he really convinced Li Ze? Anyway, no matter what, Li Ze got out of it.

Now the northwest is over again. The great Tubo Empire, with a army of 200,000, why did it lose so quickly? Even if you can't win, it would be great to drag it for three or five years!

After reading the information in one glance, his face was as heavy as water. He put the information in his arms and then left.

Today, Jing Xiang was not in the General Office, but was resting at home. Fan Sheng, who was a little surprised, simply headed straight to Jing Xiang's house. Like Fan Sheng, Jing Xiang is also a workaholic. It is rare to see such days that he did not do business in the General Office all day.

Jingxiang's house was the home of Tian Lingzi, the Shizhong of the Tang Dynasty. In Chang'an, it was a first-class configuration. Zhu Wen's respect and belief in Jingxiang and far exceeds the trust of an emperor in his ministers. Zhu Wen usually accepts all Jingxiang's actions in government affairs. Even if Jingxiang's actions caused a big rebound, Zhu Wen never punished Jingxiang. Instead, he was in the middle and mixed up. His love for Jingxiang made all the ministers in Daliang look at him.

Of course, this is not because they have any kind of love, but because Zhu Wen deeply knows that Jingxiang is a real person who can give up everything for him, Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen was not stupid. Although he violated the strategy formulated by Jing Xiang when he was away, it was his always dream. Even if he had to pay the price, he would admit it.

Of course, the emperor was the one who became the one, and the price he paid for and the difficulty he is now also made Zhu Wen pay more attention to Jing Xiang's judgment and planning that day. This is a person who truly considers him, so even if such a person is not tolerated by the court, he must protect him.

Those people follow themselves, who doesn’t have their own little one in their hearts? There is only one Jingxiang and has little selfishness. If there is, it means that this person is determined to become a priest who has been famous in history.

This has no conflict with myself.

Therefore, Jing Xiang’s position in Daliang is extremely important, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as powerful.

If there wasn't such a person, Fan Sheng, who had lost his sand in the river, wouldn't have returned to Chang'an. How many people were aiming at his position?

After all, once their people sit in this position, the wealth will naturally be within reach. Now that Fan Sheng is controlled, it is very inconvenient. The key is that this person is determined to follow Jing Xiang and cannot even buy it.

"The prime minister is drinking and watching singing and dancing in the backyard!" When Fan Sheng heard the words of Jing Xiang's family, he couldn't believe that something big happened, Jing Xiang was still in the mood to drink and watch singing and dancing?

Facts outweigh words.

Fan Sheng stood under the moon door, looking at Jingxiang, who was lying on the soft couch, holding a wine glass in his hand. The bright red wine in the glass reflected a crystal clear light under the sunlight. He couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

"Fan Sheng is here, come here quickly." Jing Xiang, who was on the soft couch, saw Fan Sheng and waved to him with a smile.

Fan Sheng strode away, took out the file from his arms with both hands, but Jing Xiang waved his hand and said, "Is it news about the battle between Ansui Tubo and Zhenzhou?"

"Yes, Tubo was defeated." Fan Sheng nodded.

"I already know." Jing Xiang took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "It's not just a big defeat, but a complete defeat. At least a few decades ago, Tubo was no longer able to launch a large-scale war."

"Then prime minister, are you still so happy?"

"Why aren't you happy?" Jing Xiang smiled and said, "For hundreds of years, the threats from the Tubo people to us have been eliminated, especially in recent decades, we have been pressing us to fight. The Tubo people not only threatened Ansui, but also our large number of territory is under their military fronts. This time, not only can Li Ze have a good sleep, but we can also have a good sleep. Haha, we can celebrate with each other, and celebrate with each other!"

"Prince, this is not a good thing for us, right?" Fan Sheng said a little depressedly, as if Jing Xiang was thinking a little differently from him.
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