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Chapter 192
Dangerous building, it's midnight again.

Under the oil lamp, three men were sitting opposite each other, all reading a book.

A bear was lying on the bed, Hanhan fell asleep.

It is a good habit Jia Liu has developed in this era that he must read a book before falling asleep every day.

Today he didn't read the old man's poetry collection, but Xiao Xiaosheng's works.

Yang Yuchun was reading "Spring and Autumn", Mr. Jia got him a sixth-rank Sichuan green camp official compilation, but he wanted to take the martial arts exam, so he had to read more books.

Yang Zhi was reading "One Leaf of Qingzhai Spirit" by Qian Jun, the chief minister of Sichuan.

This is a political task.

According to Chairman Li's feedback, Qian Buzheng relied on his relationship with Governor Fu, and he was a bit disrespectful to Chairman Li, the Futai master.

The contradiction lies in the fact that President Li promoted the No. [-] position directly from the third in command, skipping over the No. [-] incumbent Qian Buzheng.

Although it was Qianlong who did it, Qian Buzheng, who was not promoted to the provincial government, obviously put the blame on President Li.

As the second-in-command in Sichuan Province, it is obviously not in the interests of the Gongjin Association if Qian Buzheng is not on the right track, but this person was specially transferred from Shaanxi by Governor Fu. Look at the face of the Buddha, if you don't get rid of this person, many things can't be implemented.

For example, the resettlement of women and children of Jinchuan survivors requires the cooperation of the chief envoy who actually presides over civil affairs.

Moreover, this Buzheng Qian also has a group of party members. If he is not overthrown, these party members cannot be eliminated together.

Jia Liu said that this matter should be handed over to him, and then handed over to Yang Zhi.

As long as the surname Qian writes, there is no fear that he will not rebel.

In addition to the "Yiye Qingzhailu" written by Qian himself, a bunch of official documents for Qian's transfers to Beijing and other places in the past have also been collected.

There must be solid evidence, so that the surname Qian will not be able to reverse the case in the next life.

Why did little Jinchuan spend countless money and food for 30 years, and the army couldn’t be defeated? Isn’t it because there are officials who have a gang of thoughtful officials secretly collaborating with the enemy.

Qian Yun is the second Zhang Guangsi.

As soon as he heard that he was going to punish him, Yang Zhi got excited and worked hard very seriously. From time to time, he took a brush to circle around in other people's poetry collections, and the effect was remarkable.

In a short time, he listed seven charges of Qian Buzheng's intentional rebellion against the Qing Dynasty, or his old conscience, or his dissatisfaction with the emperor.

A line of poetry, a line of writing, looks ordinary on the surface, but actually contains something wrong.

Jia Liu is very satisfied.

After Second Miss Gu left, it began to rain in Xiaozhai.

I don't know if the little girl was screaming.

But what Jia Liu said was the truth, this little girl is just like Lao Bo's daughter, she really can't be given a name.

A concubine cannot take concubines.

I can only be a baby first, and see if I can seal it later.

The raindrops of "Thunderbola" hit the forest, and at the same time, it relieved the summer heat, and at the same time, it also made the mountains a little more cool in autumn.

It is said that the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful in the misty rain, and the early mid-autumn period in Shu is even more beautiful.

The oil lamp flickered on and off.

Goudan, who was sleeping on Jialiu's bed, turned over from time to time, with his limbs facing the sky, which was very comfortable.

The corners of his mouth were slightly opened, wondering if he had dreamed about the glorious days of his ancestors.

After flicking the wick, the flame grew taller, and the sight was brightened again.

Keep reading.

I have to say that Xiao Xiaosheng's writing is really good. If he is alive, Jia Liu will definitely reward him with a leader and ask him to write more extras. Even if he is shy, he has to vote for a few monthly tickets.

Seeing the emotional part, the papered window was blown open by a gust of wind, and the window frame was rattled by the fan, which also turned the pages of the book in front of Jia Liu.

Jia Liu was so angry that he cursed: "Qingfeng can't read, why is he flipping through books!"

As soon as the words fell, Shuan Zhu on the opposite side was shocked, staring straight at the young master and reminding: "Young master, this sentence is inappropriate."

"Ok?"

Jia Liu was startled, then nodded immediately, "Yaofeng, Yaofeng."

Shuanzhu didn't need to explain, he also understood the fatality of these two sentences.

"Why is it wrong?"

Yang Yuchun was surprised, Mr. Jia's two poems are very good.

"You do not understand."

Shuan Zhu didn't explain it to the children.

Jia Liu was quite depressed when he saw that the emotional part was turned over.

The wind blows into the house, and the coolness bursts, and the oil lamp is blown to the sides.

I got up and put on my clothes and walked to the window sill to close the window, but the rain outside was beautiful, and the lanterns hanging on the stilted building were blown against the wall by the wind.

In a trance, Jia Liu couldn't help coming to Shixing, and chanted a few lines: "The wind blows the eggs. The wind blows the woods and they still move, and the rain beats the lanterns to make them dark again."

The skill has obviously increased, which is much better than being really fucking bad.

Sure enough, with the rise of the official position, the talents of the people will naturally rise.

This is probably the so-called superior.

"Good poetry, my lord."

Yang Yuchun admired him from the bottom of his heart, Mr. Jia was capable of writing and martial arts, he was really a role model for him to learn from.

"Where is it good, bad, very bad!"

Yang Zhi stood up angrily, looked at the young master with hatred, and said anxiously: "Young master, what are you thinking about all day long!"

Jia Liu was taken aback: "What's wrong with these two sentences?"

"Darkness restores light, darkness restores light, darkness restores light, what do you say!"

Yang Zhi was really worried about the young master. Fortunately, he heard these poems, and if outsiders heard them, something might happen.

Well.
Yep.

Jia Liuyi slapped his head, realizing that he had committed a political problem again, and quickly apologized sincerely: "Okay, okay, I won't write poems in the future."

"It's best not to write it. If you write it, let me read it first."

Shuan Zhu was worried.

Jia Liu nodded repeatedly and sat down.

Poetry is really impossible to write anymore, it is easy to make mistakes, and I have lost the interest to continue reading, so I simply wrote a sentence on the wall with a pen.

Ten words - "The heart of a courtier for thousands of years, the sun, the moon and the sky."

After writing, I am very satisfied. This is Mingzhi.

Since ancient times, loyal ministers and good generals have shown their ambitions.

Unexpectedly, Shuan Zhu saw the problem again.

Walking up to the young master angrily, pointing to the young master's "ambition", said angrily: "The combination of the sun and the moon is a clear word, young master, you can keep your disloyalty to the court in your heart, why do you have to write it out?" What! Are you afraid that the emperor will not know that you want to sit in his seat!"

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Jia Liu couldn't bear it anymore, threw the brush on the ground, went to the bed and pushed the sleeping dog inside, and fell asleep.

Uneducated people are terrible.

Go to bed early and get up early, and tomorrow I have to meet my prospective father-in-law.

It's not that I have to take advantage of others, but that I have no choice in this matter.

There is a lack of trust on both sides, there must be a bond.

The rain stopped the next day, and the mountains and plains seemed to have been painted with green paint. At a glance, the lush greenery and the fresh smell of the air made people want to recite a poem.

After thinking about it, I still held back and ordered to go down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Anbu and a group of Sauron's soldiers have prepared their horses.

Jia Liu nodded and got on his horse. The meeting place with Gu Zhengdao was at Jiming Station. This meeting was of great significance to both parties.

Whether in-depth cooperation can be reached depends on whether the two parties can enhance understanding and conduct cordial and friendly conversations on the premise of mutual respect.

　Thanks to Xiaofeng 1999, Xiaobawang Farewell Chicken, znpmmm, Hubugui, Miaowangxingxing, Yeyinfengwf, pseudo-name, erh, big fool, zhinian5, Huizhou No. 20210301105360233948 affectionate, Hanzu Wang Maidong, Ghost knife opens Jiang Li, Pretty boy's moon, Suxiang, book friend [-], Little Red Riding Hood who wants to eat the big bad wolf, Tungsten Hydrogen, Years in Disrepair nn, Ruthless Little Langjun and other book friends for their support!

　　
　
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