Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 509 Where to sit

"Don't drive, fight!"

"Fight!"

I don't know who started it, but there was booing all over the place.

Fan Zheng put down the half-shaved pork leg and poked it around with his finger: "Everyone is heartless, I will bring you out to practice for you to eat and drink, and you want to see me make a fool of yourself so much?"

The old eight yelled the most vigorously: "Uncle, come one!"

The booing sound was like a tide: "Uncle, come one!"

After shouting, the officials above realized that something was wrong. Why did I become a generation shorter for nothing?
Zhang Anan laughed.

He was generally aware of the relationship between Chen Zuchang and Fan Zheng, and there was no problem.

The appointment of officials is said to be different from father to son, but it is not absolute.

Take Guo Xiaoke who died in battle as an example, his eldest son, Guo Daizhao, would he live with him in the Anxi Governor's Mansion, father and son died together?

But most of the time, you still have to pay attention to it. For example, Taichang Qing Li Daozong did not place Li Jingheng in Taichang Temple.

As for uncle, there is nothing to be taboo about.

After washing his hands in the pottery basin and drying them with a sweat towel, Fan Zheng took over the unsharpened horizontal knife with a smirk: "I feel a little embarrassed thinking about being an uncle to so many people."

Amidst the boos, Fan Zheng came on stage and faced Li Shushen, the black face.

It's really only at the level of Zhizhong that he can compete with Fan Zheng, the rank is not much different, and the pressure of practice is not so great.

People who can completely ignore the difference in rank are either extremely close or extremely hateful.

Fan Zheng's sloppy martial arts, actually fought back and forth with Li Shushen, I dare not say it was wonderful, at least it was not a shame.

Zhang Anan nodded.

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that Li Shushen was leading Fan Zheng to practice the saber.

Most of the people who came out of the war-torn era were able to save their lives.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Fan Zheng was sweating profusely, even more tired than when he was scolded by Xiangli.

Put away the knife and hand over.

Fan Zheng handed out the knife, and sat down on the mat, panting like a cow.

Tired, so tired!

The government soldiers fought for a long time on the battlefield, wouldn't that be fatal?

"color!"

The officials of Yongzhou booed.

Fan Zheng scolded with a smile: "What's the prize? It's me in the middle of the battle! It's really a fight. It's too much to say that one sword is too much, and three swords can win the battle. It's not like you can't see it."

Li Shushen chuckled: "Don't be ridiculous."

Shangguan can see his good intentions, so he won't be cast in the dark.

Although Fan Zheng has no right to promote Li Shushen to the rank of Li Shushen, he can decide whether he will sit in the Yongzhou government.

Qi Guanzhi said with a smile: "No matter how high or low you are, don't be so straightforward all the time."

These words are for the officials of Yongzhou.

This Shangguan generally has no bad intentions towards officials, so don't be stupid and stand opposite Biejia.

Zhang Anan gloated and drank the green ant wine with a smile: "Today's battle, Huarong Jianguo County Hou Dehao was in pain for a few days, quack."

Pain is unavoidable, and it usually takes a day or two to fully recover after overloaded exercise.

Fan Zheng smiled wryly and remained silent, Lei Qi and Lei Jiu beside him were just silent.

What Li Shushen did was only good for Fan Zheng, and they were happy to see it succeed.

In their identities, it is inconvenient to force Fan Zheng to practice martial arts.

"It's almost dusk, and the officials of Yongzhou are going to spend the night in Hongmenbao." Fan Zheng happily arranged.

Not to mention that it was too late to return to Chang'an City, even if he could, Fan Zheng couldn't ride a horse with his body sore.

Zhang Anan waved his hand, Baiqi's five tents were placed in the open space, and each of them rested.

Forty people used four tents, and Zhang Anan lived alone in one tent.

With a deformed body, it is somewhat inconvenient to go out.

Fan Zheng smiled without saying a word.

Obviously, Zhang Anan's mission was to bring Fan Zheng back to Chang'an City to prevent the situation from expanding.

God knows if one of the guards is not strong, Fan Zheng will sneak away to teach Xinfeng the warden.
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A hundred miles away, Fan Zheng had to wait for three hours before returning to Chang'an City, and entered Mingde Gate surrounded by hundreds of riders (escorted).

As for the unyielding officials of Yongzhou, they left Anhuamen long ago and went back to their homes.

Lei Qi and Lei Jiu, who were used to seeing all kinds of strange things about Fan Zheng, calmly stepped forward to clear the way.

In the Hall of Liangyi, the emperor, the crown prince, Zaifu, and generals were all gathered together, and Li Shimin stared at Fan Zheng like a tiger.

"Have I ever told you that the court will deal with the dispute between Yongzhou and Sinong Temple?"

Fan Zheng sat steadily, with a pleasant smile: "Your Majesty has been killed unjustly as a minister. From the day before yesterday, the minister informed the officials in Yongzhou that they were going to practice, and even asked them to carry unsharp horizontal knives."

"The Marquis of Wenjiang County witnessed that the minister did not go to the vicinity of the Xinfeng Tunjian, but went to Hongmen Fort in the southwest of Xinfeng City, and let the officials practice and practice martial arts with the Hongmen Banquet. Even the minister ended up fighting for a quarter of an hour."

Changsun Wuji said abruptly: "Which position did Huarong Jianguo County Marquis sit at that time? Overlord of Western Chu or Han Gaozu?"

A trace of anger flashed in Cheng Yaojin's eyes.

Is this about to start hurting people?
According to this calculation, will all the people in the world who have performed the role of emperor be executed?
Fan Zheng didn't show any trace of fear, and his smile didn't change: "Situ's inquiry, if it's an official's own account, I'm afraid it won't be reliable, and the Marquis of Wenjiang County should confirm it."

As soon as this remark came out, the embarrassing thing was that Emperor Zhenguan couldn't help covering his face with a dry cough.

He also wanted to know the answer, but Fan Zheng's words made it look like the court was framing him.

Zhang Anan glanced at the emperor, and said cautiously: "The minister came to Hongmen Castle, and saw Hou Ji of Jianguo County, Huarong, sitting... in the seat of Fan Kuai, cutting off pork legs with a knife and eating."

Is it true that Fan Zheng's deliberate caution is nonsense?
"Hahaha!" Cheng Yaojin, Wu Heitai, and Liang Jianfang laughed wantonly to vent their recent depression.

The emperor is old, and some powers are gradually transferred to the eldest grandson Wuji. Everyone understands, Uncle Lang.

When the crown prince ascends the throne, you can go one step further and become Uncle Yuan.

However, this is not your reason to suppress dissidents!

In the court hall, there was gradually a situation where all horses were silent, and whenever the eldest grandson Wuji spoke, there was bound to be a dead silence.

Fan Zheng's raking made Changsun Wuji feel quite uncomfortable, so he could only grunt and remained silent.

Li Zhi said lightly: "Actually, Yongzhou has made two-handed preparations, right? If the court ignores it, you don't mind attacking the Xinfeng prison, right?"

This is heartbreaking.

"According to what His Highness said, the whole court is full of rebels, and all the nine clans should be punished. Anyway, there is no need to talk about evidence. Whatever Your Highness says is what it is."

Fan Zheng snapped back unceremoniously.

Not to mention the crown prince, even if Emperor Zhenguan wanted to put a hat on Fan Zheng's head, Fan Zheng would have to jump.

It's unreasonable to be unreasonable before enthronement, but after enthronement?
Li Shimin coughed lightly: "The prince has made a slip of the tongue."

Third-rank officials, you are not allowed to convict at will, even if you say something, you have to be justified.

Maybe, a character like Wei Zheng can jump out and scold the emperor.

Being an emperor, especially wanting to be a Mingjun, is like wearing a pair of shackles on your body, and you cannot do things as you want.

Li Zhi was kind and polite, and saluted Fan Zheng: "It's Gu's inappropriate words, please don't blame Huarong Jianguo County."

(End of this chapter)