A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Xuan Yi always felt that he was a person favored by God.

He became a Taoist priest at a very young age. As he grew up, he witnessed the prosperity of the secular world every day, looked at the power, the wealth...

Gradually, he yearned for the outside world until he became friends with an official.

When foreigners make friends with powerful officials, they will usually use the name of exchanging music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and articles, which makes them appear elegant.

But this is actually a process of everyone getting what they need.

When outsiders interact with powerful people, they want reputation and benefits.

With a powerful person as a friend, outsiders can gain countless benefits no matter what aspect.

The dignitary's friendship with foreigners is meant to be refined and give a message to the outside world: In fact, the difference between a certain person and foreigners is only an ultimatum, and it is embarrassing to be indifferent to fame and fortune.

Xuan Yi had an immortal appearance, and his free and easy manners made the powerful people happy to see him, so he gained countless friends.

This time he organized some monks and Taoists to see what Shen An was up to. If possible, he was ready to give Shen An a blow in terms of public opinion.

He almost succeeded, but at this moment, two people came from nowhere and beat the monks he had summoned to the ground.

"Why?"

The eagle's claws attacked, but the little drill was one step faster.

"He is Zhang Ba8!"

The small hammer pierced Xuan Yi's thigh, and he knelt down on one knee, just in time to avoid Zhang Ba8an's claw.

Is he Zhang Ba8?

In an instant everything became clear.

"The official got angry just because of this matter... He really is... a tyrant!"

He was kneeling there on one knee, and as soon as he raised his head, he heard the small seed roaring towards him. The person was in the air, holding Xuan Yi's cheeks with both hands, and using the momentum of his body to move forward, he turned slightly to exert force.

Click!

Xuan Yi immediately saw what was behind him.

Zhang Baibian had stopped and turned around, looking here coldly.

The few monks who escaped ran back again.

Not far away, the cavalry came with a bang, the long swords in their hands flashing.

That...tyrant!

Wen Xiaozhong stopped and raised his head slightly.

"You're good."

Zhang lost in eight years. He did not lose on strength, but on chance.

"You are very straightforward in the front." He stared at Wen Xiaozhong, "You are good at eagle claws, and discarding the stick is instinctive. But what about you? Why did you throw away the stick? Do you want to make You careless? Then you succeeded, and You just became I didn't expect your little drill, so I was careless."

He felt that Wen Xiaozhong had used tricks.

"I never meant to make you careless."

Wen Xiaozhong turned around and took away the little drill, wiped the blood on Xuan Yi's clothes, and said: "Master asked me to come, then I will do my best. If I want to win you...it's hard for us to win in a fight." However, if you want to see who kills Xuan Yi first, you are not as good as..."

As he spoke, a burst of confidence overflowed.

"Yes, you are an assassin!" Zhang Baizhong thought of Wen Xiaozhong's various weird methods and couldn't help but sneered: "You are the one who takes action, while a certain person with the Imperial City Division is the guard, one attack and one defense .Then why don’t you use those assassins’ methods?”

The most basic ability of an assassin is to kill his target in the crowd, but today Wen Xiaozhong was like a warrior charging into the battle, charging out step by step.

This is not in line with the assassin's thinking.

"No." Wen Xiaozhong said: "I want to use the fastest way to kill Xuan Yi, but Lang Jun asked someone to take the lead and let me try what I have learned..."

"What did you learn?" Zhang Baba felt that he might have underestimated this former assassin.

"Lang Jun has been asking me to learn how to fight in battle. I went into battle several times. I felt that I was pretty good, so I will use this method to compete with you today. But in the end, I still unconsciously used a small drill. That's all. Looking back, I Keep practicing hard.”

He nodded slightly and walked under the dirt bag.

"I don't need your humility!"

Zhang Baba frowned and said: "Someone is good at catching opponents and fighting, but you have more means of fighting in battle formations. If someone is not as good as you, I will practice again later. Let's compete again next time."

Wen Xiaozhong said: "Langjun will definitely not allow it."

He wanted to find a good opponent to practice with, and Zhang Ba8en was the best candidate.

But he knew what Shen An meant, probably because he didn't want to expose all his confidence.

And he heard that Xiaozhong's strength was one of the Shen family's confidence.

"When did he trust someone so much?"

Wen Xiaozhong was a little surprised. After he entered the Shen family, Shen An was helpful to him, but he was wary and wary.

But now he actually regards himself as one of the Shen family's pillars. What does this mean?

"Why doesn't Shen An allow it? If not..." Zhang Baba hesitated for a moment, but still said the words of solicitation, "Are you willing to come to the Imperial City Division? As long as you come to the Imperial City Division, you will be put to use. And... do you want to be an official? You can make a career in the Imperial City within a few years."

Wen Xiaozhong, who had already reached the edge, turned around and smiled.

This man's smile turned out to be very gentle.

"Thank you Zhang Douzhi, I don't want to go to the Imperial City Department."

He turned around and went downhill. Zhang Baibian felt that it was a pity for such a person to work as a nurse in the Shen family, so he said, "Why? Is being a nurse a powerful person in the imperial city?"

Wen Xiaozhong stopped. Just when Zhang Baba felt that he could successfully poach Shen An, he heard him say: "Of course, it would be better to be a nurse."

Zhang Baibian looked up speechlessly, and for the first time, confusion appeared in his deep-set eyes.

There are people who would rather be a nursing home?

Wen Xiaozhong walked all the way into the city and found that Bianliang City was very lively today, especially the wine shops, which were almost full.

A man stood at the door of the wine shop, holding a wine cup and shouting: "The official is the right man!"

"That's right!"

There were more sounds coming from inside the wine shop.

"Today, a divine dragon ascended to heaven in the palace, twice. What is this if he is not the right one?"

"The Song Dynasty has been passed down for hundreds of years, and finally a true emperor has emerged, who is as close to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty as Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. This Song Dynasty is about to flourish."

"That is, Han Wu drove out the Xiongnu, and Tang Taizong defeated the Turks. What about the Song Dynasty?"

The wine shop cheered, "The Song Dynasty will defeat the Liao people, defeat them!"

"For the official family!"

"For the official family!"

The men in the wine shop were raising their bowls to celebrate, and the atmosphere was lively.

There were celebrations everywhere in Bianliang City. Wen Xiaozhong didn't understand this emotion. After returning home, he went to ask Shen An for advice.

Shen An was drinking tea comfortably, with Huahua lying at his feet.

"Ever since there was an emperor, the people have been longing for a wise king. They have pinned all their hopes and hopes for a better life on a wise king."

Shen An took a sip of tea and couldn't help but smile when he remembered what Bao Zheng said earlier.

——This hot air balloon needs to be sealed and not used again for the time being.

Innovation requires a strong emperor, and it is urgent to build momentum for Zhao Shu.

But no matter how much momentum you build, it won't be as big as this time, right?

"It was said outside that the dragon ascended to heaven, and the people felt confident that this was a wise king... This is a good thing."

"Mingjun?"

Wen Xiaozhong was puzzled. He had been practicing assassination since he was a child and had no favorable impression or impression of the so-called emperor at all.

You can still live like this with an emperor, but you can still live like this without an emperor.

"Yes, Mingjun."

Shen An felt really comfortable, "After this, Mr. Bao has completely established himself in the Political Hall, great!"

It is generally accepted that Bao Zheng and Shen An are one and the same, and Zhao Shu kind of acquiesces.

This is an alliance of young and old that benefits both from success and loss. This time Shen An has made great achievements and Bao Zheng has indirectly benefited. No one in the political hall dares to underestimate his qualifications.

In the context of reform, what qualifications and qualifications are better than building momentum for officials?

And this is the momentum created by Mr. Right, invincible!

Shen An was extremely excited, but Wen Xiaozhong didn't understand this emotion.

"Brother, Baa is sick."

Guoguo came in a hurry, her hands full of grass juice and her eyes filled with tears.

Shen An thought something was wrong with her hand, so he grabbed it and looked at it. When he found it was grass juice, he asked, "What's wrong with me?"

This sister is also very domineering in naming her pet. Bah ah, isn't this the sound of a sheep braying?

Seeing that Guoguo was sad, Wen Xiaozhong immediately said: "Don't worry, little lady, I will go and invite the doctor right away."

Guoguo's eyes filled with tears, looking extremely pitiful, "But...but isn't the doctor treating people?"

Wen Xiaozhong's eyes became colder, "Don't worry, little lady, he will treat me."

If you don’t give it, I’ll chop you off!

"Don't be impulsive!" Shen An was troubled by Xiaozhong's condition. After rubbing his face with his hands, he said, "Go, go, don't be violent!"

Later, Wen Xiaozhong brought an old doctor, who was said to be a famous doctor from Bianliang.

Shen An also came after hearing the news. After greeting the old doctor, he was very troubled and said: "I'm sorry, sir."

The old man took a breath, and the bellows-like sound made people worry that he would collapse at any time.

"Where is the patient?"

The old doctor thought Shen An was a patient, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Reach out."

This is to take the pulse.

You have to do whatever the doctor tells you to do. This is the rule of later generations, so Shen An subconsciously reached out.

The old doctor glanced at Shen An and said, "UU read a book www.uukanshu." net This was what Wang Wenwen asked about. Then he simply omitted the question, sniffed, and said: "Young man, don't dwell on bed matters, that's not good... You look blue, I'm afraid it's kidney fluid." Already injured?"

Shen An touched his face and said speechlessly: "Sir, this is grass juice."

My kidneys are not weak!

"Grass juice?"

The old doctor leaned over and took a look, and said, "Young people are naughty. Who is the patient? Take me to see him!"

Shen An was speechless, and then said: "I invited Mr. here because... I have a head in my family... and my family-like sheep is sick..."

"Do you treat sheep?"

The old doctor was furious and stood up and said: "Absurd! Ridiculous! Is Mr. Shen trying to humiliate me? If word of today's incident spreads, the Shen family will become the public enemy of the Bianliang doctors! This is tolerable, but what can't be tolerated? I am really Can't bear it..."

Guoguo is cute, the whole family likes her, and the servants standing outside are a little sad.

It's over now. If Bieme dies, Guoguo will probably be sad, maybe for a long time.

what to do?

Wen Xiaozhong's eyes became colder and he said, "Do you want to die quietly at night? I guarantee that nothing wrong will be found."

This is a basic method for assassins, but Shen An doesn't use it. The only one who is interested in it is Wang Yu.

This was a very real threat. The old doctor stood up suddenly, puffed out his chest and said: "Come on, I am seventy-two years old this year. I should have died a long time ago... Also, ask, if those powerful people were holding swords at the On my neck, have I ever been afraid? No!"

He took a step forward and said resolutely: "I have lived for more than seventy years and have never lowered my head to others. You can try it today. If I am afraid, you will die."

Suddenly the room was filled with solemnity.

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