Xiao Huaiyuan's face looked ugly.

He felt that he had been plotted by Fang Zheng again. Since he met Fang Zheng, he seemed to have never taken advantage of it. That guy was always able to stand from the perspective of a victim, get the benefits he wanted to the greatest extent, and do everything possible to let others take the blame for him. What's even more crazy is that he never seemed to feel ashamed of it, as if it was natural to do so.

Xiao Huaiyuan deeply felt that before he reached the shameless state of Fang Zheng, it would be better to keep a distance from him, otherwise he would always suffer, which may affect his loss of confidence in the beautiful side of human nature in everything he does in the future. - There shouldn't be many people like Fang Zheng in this world, right? Fortunately, there are not many.

Xiao Huaiyuan, who had been searching in the cellar for a long time but had nothing to gain, bowed to Fang Zheng with a look of slightness and left. As for the century-old wine that was tightly held in Fang Zheng's arms, Xiao Huaiyuan didn't even look at it. It was not that he was not interested, but that he knew that the things that Fang Zheng liked would definitely have no share in his possession, and it would be better to be clean without seeing it.

Fang Zheng was very satisfied with Xiao Huaiyuan's savvyness and separation.

To be honest, he didn't plan to share this jar of good wine with Xiao Huaiyuan at all. Although the two worked together as thieves, everyone had different purposes. He didn't find what he wanted, but he found it himself. There was no reason to share what he liked with him. What does "thief have a way" mean? It depends on how he understood this sentence. Fang Zheng believed that the word means to tell those who are thieves who have partnered with thieves first, and then draw a few traces. No one wants to touch what I want. You can take what I don't want. This is called "thief has a way". Without rules, you can't make a square.

Fang Zheng has always been proud of his super comprehension ability. He feels that he is gifted and a very wise person.

After Xiao Huaiyuan left, Fang Zheng found two water-filled skin bags in the cellar, carefully poured the wine from the jar in, then lifted up the coat and tied the skin bag carefully around his waist.

As for the other treasures in the cellar, Fang Zheng looked at them reluctantly and finally decided to give up.

You should not do things that are too good to take advantage of. You should pay attention to your own qualities. You should not have both fish and bear's paws. It is difficult for mature women and loli to fly together...

After patting the skin on his waist, Fang Zheng felt very fulfilled. After coming out of the cellar, he did not say hello to the prince. Shi Shiran left the gate of Yihongyuan. He planned to go back. The silly literati inside shook his head and recited poems and made a couple. Fang Zheng did not intend to get involved with them. It would be better to be low-key. He memorized so many classic and wonderful Tang and Song lyrics in his previous life. He could recite a few of them. Will those literati still survive?

As for the noble Prince's reaction when he found that the century-old wine he used to show off to his guests disappeared...

Well, I am very busy and have no time to pay attention to such trivial matters. Besides, Xiao Huaiyuan did this matter, what does it have to do with me?

After getting on the carriage, Fang Zheng quickly ordered the coachman to catch the carriage, and the carriage quickly left Yihongyuan.

Fang Zheng was smiling happily in the carriage. A little fox who stole a chicken but was not caught by a hunter must be in a very happy mood at this time.

"Master Fang, can you slow down? I'm sick with a motion sickness..." Without warning, Wen Sen's extremely ordinary face stretched from the back of the carriage to Fang Zheng, with a discomfort and a painful expression.

"Wow—" Fang Zheng screamed in horror, and the carriage gradually drifted away with Fang Zheng's screams.

"Bang!"

“………”

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Pan Shangshu Mansion.

Zhao Hu fell on one knee and knelt in front of Pan Shangshu, just like a believer kneeling down to worship the god he believed in, pious and dedicated.

Pan Shangshu stretched out his dry hand like orange peel and gently pressed it on Zhao Hu's shoulder, his voice hoarse and dry: "Zhao Hu, you shouldn't come here..."

Zhao Hu is the leader of the Shenwu Army. He has a unique resolute face for soldiers. Like all soldiers, he is calm, cruel, persevering and obedient. He has the temperament that soldiers should have, and it is more prominent.

Zhao Hu said respectfully: "My lord, the time is very high, so I must come and see you."

Zhao Hu was actually adopted by Shangshu Pan, but outsiders have never known this great secret. No matter on any occasion, Zhao Hu called Shangshu Pan the eldest son and called himself the last general.

Shangshu Pan sighed and said, "Now there are panic outside and there are many eyeliners. If you come to our house to attract attention, it will be detrimental to our major events."

Zhao Hu smiled calmly: "Please rest assured, Mr. Wang, the last general came in and did not attract anyone's attention. Zhao Hu led his troops for many years, and he still had this ability."

Pan Shang gradually smiled a little on his face, and his eyes looked at Zhao Hu were full of love and gratitude. He had a moment of kindness at the beginning, but he didn't expect God to give such a generous reward. The Shenwu Army in Zhao Hu's hands, totaling nearly 50,000 people, were all under his command. If he had not adopted him and helped him win the martial arts and enter the army, and today he won the world, how could he have such a powerful help? God treats me well.

"You are very good, you have always been very good. If my two sons can have three points of your ability, why would they have no successor today?" Pan Shangshu sighed. It has always been a heart disease in his heart.

Zhao Hu lowered his head, gently tugged the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of sarcasm.

The two sons of the old man are all wastes. They only know how to drink, gambling and play with women all day long, and they can't even compare to one of their own little fingers. If the old man's big things are accomplished, he will be the 195th century. In a hundred years, will he have to hand over this great country to these two wastes? Are they capable of managing this country well? Speaking of which, he is also the adopted son of the old man. He has been familiar with military books since he was a child, and has a strong military formation, and has the power of military power in his hands. How can those two wastes compare? If I don't fight, how can I be worthy of myself in the future? I can't say that on the day of the uprising, I will find an opportunity to defeat them...

Thinking of this, a ruthless light flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, which was fleeting. The only one who was kind to me was the old man, and his son had nothing to do with me. Zhao Hu knew the difference between grudges and grudges, and was terriblely rational.

After lowering his voice, Zhao Hu said respectfully: "Sir, please forgive me for being arrogant. I will ask you boldly, how confident is the elder brother?"

Pan Shangshu smiled faintly and said, "Success or failure is always about 55, and you can make every decision. Then we will do our best."

As he said that, a little hatred appeared on his face: "...If it weren't, if it weren't for him repeatedly and hard, how could I have reached this point today?"

Looking at Zhao Hu's calm face, Pan Shangshu suddenly asked, "Zhao Hu, don't you regret it? I did it, but it's a mess. Are you not afraid that the people in the world will curse you in the future?"

Zhao Hu smiled coldly, "The ruler and the subject? What is the ruler and the ruler? To survive, thirty years ago, in order to survive, he digs grass roots, chews tree bark, or even eats human flesh. When he was so hungry that he was only left with a breath, where was the superior emperor? Have he ever been dealing with his life and death? What qualifications do he have to ask himself to follow this ridiculous ruler and the ruler and the ruler to follow this ridiculous ruler and the ruler and the ruler?

Zhao Hu did not answer Pan Shangshu's words, but the sneer on his face gave Pan Shangshu the answer. Pan Shangshu leaned on the back of the chair with satisfaction. He was already old. If he stood or sat for a while, he would feel very tired. But as soon as he thought of the crazy dragon throne in the Golden Palace, he would fall into an excited state. His days were not long. Even if he could sit on the dragon throne for a day, or even an hour, his life would be worth it.

Pan Shangshu half closed his eyes, his voice full of fatigue: "Zhao Hu, I watched you grow up, you are the person I trust the most. I will tell you here. Before yesterday, there were already a leading general from the four armies who swore allegiance to me, so you don't have to worry about fighting alone. I have been in the court for decades. If I don't have the 80% confidence, how dare I do this to destroy the nine clans? How are you prepared in your Shenwu Army?"

"The confidant generals under the General Mo have gradually taken control of the entire army. The stubborn person has been secretly removed from military power by General Mo and has been monitored. Just wait for the day of the uprising, General Mo will kill them to sacrifice the flag. Please rest assured, Lord."

"Where are the soldiers? Will they all follow you?"

Zhao Hu smiled calmly and said, "The soldiers are fine. They only care about who gives them food and who gives them money. As for the court disputes and who becomes the emperor, it doesn't matter to them."

After a pause, Zhao Hu looked at the old-fashioned Shangshu Pan, who was in his twilight years, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, I wonder if the date of the matter has been decided?"

Pan Shangshu's eyes looked out the window, his voice was far away and unpredictable: "It's coming soon, maybe in these few days... the day when the dragon goes out to sea is the time for us to start a business."

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The carriage kept shaking due to the bumpy road.

In the carriage, Wensen sat opposite Fang Zheng with a expressionless face, everything was as usual - except for a new bruise added to his left eye socket.

Fang Zheng looked at Wen Sen with a hint of guilt. When Wen Sen curled the corners of his lips, like a child who was wronged, Fang Zheng's guilt became deeper and deeper.

"Ahem..." The atmosphere was awkward, and Fang Zheng had no choice but to break the silence in the car.

"Did you know you're wrong?" Although she felt guilty, turning around has become Fang Zheng's habit, and pushing bad things to others was a subconscious reaction to Fang Zheng.

"I understand." Wensen accepted it, as gentle as a young wife who had just passed the door.

"Where are you wrong?"

"I shouldn't have appeared in front of the adults in this scary way..." The bruise in my left eye socket told Wen Sen that the seemingly weak Lord Fang in front of me was very amazing after being frightened. When Fang Zheng was scared by Wen Sen's sudden appearance, he screamed, and didn't even see who the other party was. Without saying a word, he "strokes directly into the Huanglong" and hit Wen Sen's eye socket hard. This was a very painful lesson for Wen Sen.

After humming, Fang Zheng raised his face and scolded, "It's good to know that you're wrong. I told you before that when you appear in front of me, you must use the most normal way. You are so good. Every time you scare me, can you blame me for beating you? Do you think your punch is wronged?"

"I don't understand. Are all the virtues of those who do you have this kind of business? Our shadow is an official legal organization certified by the court. We didn't steal or rob, and we are not a civil cult. Do you have to be so sneaky? To put it nicely, you are called alert, but not nicely, you look like a traitor. After all, you are the number two figure in the shadow. It's said that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. If our shadows learn from you, okay, a bunch of traitors will lead you outside and walk around like a group of despicable parades in the streets. Will the people laugh and lose their teeth? Is it embarrassing?"

The more Fang Zheng said, the more he felt that the punch was right just now, and he was too indulging his subordinates. He suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, scaring himself to death. Who will pay for his life?

Wensen also buried his head lower and lower, and the grievances of being beaten for nothing were wiped out. He felt more and more that Lord Fang's punch was right, and he deserved it. If Lord Gong doesn't beat this punch, God will not allow it.

"Why are you looking for me?" After scolding, Fang Zheng felt refreshed and then asked the main point.

Wensen smiled flatteringly and said, "Sir, I'm here to send you information..."

"What information?"

"I have already made some mistakes about the rebellion of Shangshu Pan. My subordinates inquire day and night. After confirming that two armies have not been very calm recently..." Wen Sen leaned into Fang Zheng's ear and said in detail.

"Wow, you have found out all this, you are very capable." Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he had a deeper understanding of Shadow's abilities. No wonder the prince wanted to make Shadow's idea. The group of people under his command are indeed talents. Speaking of such a tightly guarded place in the army, how did they find the information?

"For the blessing of lord, this is all the skills of our subordinates to eat. Haha, it's still unsatisfactory." Wen Sen smiled modestly.

"Not bad, very good! Old Wen, you did a good job. I will help you remember your credit. In the future, you must follow me, get promoted, make a fortune, and embrace women, and you must not miss it!"

"I have passed my order and found this brothers who have found this information will write their merits on the merit book, and each person will be rewarded with one thousand taels of silver as a reward."

Wensen was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you for the reward."

"Have you reported this to the emperor?"

"Not yet, sir, you are the Shangguan of your subordinates. If you have anything, you will definitely be the first to report to you." Wensen, who had been beaten, is more obedient and sensible than before.

Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction. Old Wen is a good man, he knows the general and does not compete with his boss for credit. Of course, I have to report such important information to the emperor in person.

"Old Wen, I will reward you with one thousand taels of silver alone. I will maintain your unpride and impatient state in the future. I will pay attention to you..."

Wen Sen smiled when he heard this. The bruises in his left eye socket made the whole smiling face look very inconsistent, like a fly snatching a white bun, which doesn't like it no matter how you look at it.

"...Old Wen, I'll apply a hot towel to my eyes when I got home. Before the bruises disappeared, try not to laugh, it's quite ugly." Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth out of consideration of the overall image of the shadow.

“………”

In the imperial study room.

The emperor frowned tightly, looked at Fang Zheng who was smiling beside him and said in a deep voice: "What you said is true?"

Fang Zheng quickly bowed, "It's true, absolutely true! If I have any false words, I would rather wash the emperor's dragon underwear for half a year..."

"What is 'dragon underwear'?"

"The underwear worn by the True Dragon Emperor is of course the dragon underwear."

"Oh? There is also this statement?" The emperor smiled and said, "What's your name in it?"

"When I go back to the emperor, I usually don't wear underwear, haha, ventilate..."

“………”

After pondering for a while, the emperor shook his head and said, "No, he must be more than these two armies. Besides, these two armies are on the frontier. If you want to lead the army to attack the capital, you will be destroyed by me halfway, and there will definitely be no time."

"Uh... maybe more than that, but I have ordered the shadow to find out quickly. Wait for a few more days, and there will be news."

The emperor sighed and said, "How many more days do you think he will ask you to wait for? I'm afraid that he will take action in just a few days."

Fang Zheng was very anxious when he heard this. The old man named Pan was so old, why was he so anxious? Wait a few more days before rebelling? His side was ready, and we didn't even understand his background. How could we fight this battle?

"Your Majesty, what should I do? Shadow is still training manpower. Now all the old brothers sent out are all old men, and there is not enough manpower."

The emperor said lightly: "You do your best, I have my own opinions." As he said that, the emperor smiled coldly, and a gleam shot out of his eyes: "I have been ordered by heaven to control the world for decades. Can a mere rebellion be easily overthrown? Humph! Pan Ni has known me for decades and thinks that he understands me, which is too natural!"

The emperor's tone was full of arrogance, looking down on the world, looking at the heroes, and the momentum of being in the upper throne for a long time emanated, making Fang Zheng tremble involuntarily. This is the real aura of domineering power, right?

As a minister, you must say a few words, and cooperate with this rare tyrannical aura, so that Long Yan can be happy.

Fang Zheng scratched his ears and his face turned red, and finally made him say two unique flatteries: "Emperor... The emperor is invincible and defeats all the battles, and immortal blessings will last forever, and longevity will be with the heavens!"

Hearing these two extremely clumsy flatteries, the emperor's aura disappeared without a trace, and he said with amusement and tears: "You...you are really my good minister!"

Fang Zheng looked unscrupulous and smiled flatteringly: "That's right, Weichen is famous for his loyalty..."

I touched my waist and the wine stolen from the prince was still there. Otherwise, I might as well pull the emperor into the water. In this way, even if the prince finds me on the head in the future, there will naturally be the emperor who will help me take the blame. Well, this idea is really good...

"Your Majesty, I recently got a jar of peerless wine. Are you interested in giving it a try?" Fang Zheng smiled like a kind angel.

"Oh? It's hard for you to be so kind to me. Haha, my sons are not as good as you." The emperor sighed softly, wondering if he was feeling something.

"Weichen is about to be your son-in-law. If the family doesn't speak two families, it is natural for the son-in-law to respect his father-in-law..."

The emperor immediately ordered Xiaohuangmen to set up a wine cup and a few side dishes, and then retreated the eunuch of the Imperial Food Prison who was about to come forward to test the poison first. The king and his ministers started drinking in the imperial study. Fang Zheng looked at the horrified expression in his eyes when he left, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Fang Zheng didn't know that the emperor had never set a precedent for drinking with his ministers in the study. This was not as simple as in his previous life, if you want to drink wine, you just need to call a few buddies to come out. This was in ancient times, there was a strict boundary between classes. Taking a little step was to challenge the rules set by the ruling class.

The emperor was willing to drink with him in the study, which shows how profound his favor was.

After a small cup of wine, the emperor closed his eyes and savored it carefully for a while. After a while, he stroked his long beard and laughed: "Good wine! I haven't drunk such a good wine for many years!"

Fang Zheng poured the emperor again and said with a smile: "Although this wine is light, drinking too much can harm your body. Your Majesty should not drink too much. Pay attention to the dragon body. Otherwise, Changping would not scold the Wei minister to death in the future."

The emperor raised his head and drank another cup, laughed and said, "It's okay, I have a proper sense."

After looking at Fang Zheng, the emperor felt full of joy. Although this young man was a little slick and despicable, he was still very good to him. And he did all the errands assigned to him very well. Changping married him as his wife and found a good home. He also got a good son-in-law. He had been practicing in the court for a few more years. He must have been calmer, and he might be a virtuous minister in the future.

The father-in-law looked at his son-in-law and became more and more happy. At this time, the emperor had already forgotten how Fang Zheng made him angry in the past. He forgot that every time he talked to him, he ended up having a bad time and forgot how he tried to take advantage of himself in the court. Perhaps because of the intoxicating drunkenness, Fang Zheng now looked like a piece of natural uncensored jade, and after a little carving, he would be priceless.

Fang Zheng seemed a little uncomfortable under the eyes of the emperor. The emperor's eyes were so weird. Could it be that he was trying to beat me up on this jar of wine? He can't blame him for judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart. After all, this jar of wine was obtained by himself. If the emperor wanted it, it would be okay to give it half of it. He was afraid that he would want to eat it all. I still want to leave something to drink by myself. If he really wanted it, would he give it or not?

"Fang Zheng, your wine tastes good, it's been a year, right?" The emperor tried to chat with him as an elder.

As expected, this is true! This young master made complete plans, and I guessed it as soon as he guessed it. The emperor wanted to be evil.

"Your Majesty, this wine has a history of 100 years. Strictly speaking, it is not wine, it is an antique."

"Oh? There is a hundred years of wine in the world. I have never heard of it. Where did you get it?" The emperor began to be interested in this wine.

Fang Zheng was stunned for a while and said embarrassedly: "... Today, His Highness the Crown Prince held a flower viewing party. The empress stolen it from His Highness the Crown Prince's cellar..."

"Puff——" The emperor sipped the wine in his mouth far away.

"Wow——The Emperor's Divine Martial Arts! Have you practiced internal skills?" Fang Zheng's eyes were dazzled, and he expressed his admiration for the Emperor's squirting skills at the right time.

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Sorry, it was a little late. In fact, I could send it at around 6 o'clock, but when I was about to send it, the power suddenly stopped. Five minutes later, I called again. I turned on the computer but found that all the words I had previously coded were gone. Wei Chen had no choice but to start over...

For the sake of Weichen's unluckyness, please give me a few tickets. Monthly tickets and recommended tickets are fine. Weichen is not picky about food...
Chapter completed!