A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Running away from home for the first time was a bit strange for Guoguo.

She dug several pits at Bao's house and Bao Shou that were big enough to bury Bao Shou, and then the two little brats were discussing how to dig tunnels and then escape from Bao's house.

There was a lot of dirt on Bao Shou's face and body. He said excitedly: "Guo Guo, let's dig a hole to the outside. Then we can go out when we want, and come back when we want to come back."

Guo Guo said angrily: "You will be caught and my brother will break your legs."

"He can't beat my dad."

Bao Shou is a proud little kid, but Guo Guo thinks he is childish.

"you idiot!"

Guoguo is not prepared to implement this plan.

"Guoguo."

Shen An is here, walking slowly with Huahua.

Guoguo stood up and said happily: "Brother."

The thoughts of running away from home and the grievances of being killed all disappeared at this moment.

Huahua ran over, glanced at Bao Shou, then turned around and circled Guoguo.

Bao Shou felt that this was very impressive, so he waved and shouted: "Huahua, come here."

Huahua was busy making out with her little master without even raising her eyes.

"You can have curiosity, but don't risk your curiosity."

Shen An looked at her dirty sister and recalled the ten-year-old girls in her previous life. Those girls carried their schoolbags to and from school, cram schools, and interest classes every day, studying and resisting... and then being suppressed.

In comparison, Guoguo's life was much easier.

Guo Guo raised her head and said, "Okay."

Shen An lowered his hand, Guoguo held his sleeve habitually, and the brother and sister walked out.

Huahua would run ahead from time to time, then stop and look back, as if urging her to go faster.

Bao Shou behind him shouted aggrievedly: "Dad, I want to raise a dog!"

It's nothing for children to like to compare, but Bao Zheng doesn't see this.

"Have you written today's copybook?"

"Dad, didn't you say you won't write today?" Bao Shou felt that his father was becoming more forgetful.

Bao Zheng said with a straight face: "Why don't you write anymore? Go ahead and write two big articles before you can eat."

Well!

There were tears in Bao Shou's eyes, "Dad, you don't mean what you say, you are cheating."

Bao Zheng snorted coldly, "Go and write."

Bao Shou went there feeling aggrieved, and stood outside the door looking up at the sky, holding back tears, feeling that he was a good man.

"Alang, didn't you say before that I don't have to do my homework today?"

The old servant couldn't bear to see Bao Shou wronged, so he defended him.

Bao Shou was overjoyed when he heard this. He felt that he had a chance to stand up. He immediately forgot about the code of conduct of a hero and turned around and said, "Dad, you said it before."

Bao Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look at how well-behaved Guoguo is. Look at him again. It's just normal for him to go to the house to uncover the tiles. Last time, he put glutinous rice on the chair. I still felt soft when I sat down, but I can't wait until I get up again. hour……"

What does it feel like to have glutinous rice stuck to your butt?

Just look at Bao Zheng and you will know.

The anger is rising. If it were someone else's father, he would definitely ask someone to send a family law to clean up the mess.

But Lao Bao can’t bear it!

He couldn't get enough of his sixty-year-old son, so how could he be willing to do it?

Thinking of Shen An's previous words, Bao Zheng couldn't help but reflect on whether his education method was correct.

"Go ahead, you don't have to do your homework today."

Bao Zheng feels that his reputation as a father must be guaranteed, but he still has a big move...

"Daddy is so kind."

Bao Shou was overjoyed, and Bao Zheng hummed, "Starting from tomorrow, I will write one more article every day..."

Bao Shou's little face turned dark immediately.

"Daddy..."

Bao Zheng stood up and said: "My father is going to the Third Division. You are lucky to be born at home. Don't be naughty anymore, otherwise you will have to do more homework..."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, making Bao Shou wilted immediately.

In the past, he would have argued with his father, but now Bao Zheng showed his father's dignity and threatened to increase his homework, which made him wilt.

Shen An’s method is good!

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"Brother, is that Xiang Yu very powerful?"

Guoguo in the carriage kept asking questions.

Shen An walked beside the carriage and said, "He is very powerful, but he doesn't know how to use people and has a bad temper."

"What about Yu Ji?"

"Yu Ji?"

Shen An felt that this topic was not something Guo Guo should get involved in, but since such a thing happened, he needed to give his sister an opinion.

"Yu Ji married Xiang Yu, they were husband and wife, Xiang Yu was defeated by Liu Bang, and Yu Ji fell seriously ill..."

"Seriously ill? But she still danced for Xiang Yu." Guo Guo was very serious.

Shen An wanted to scold Wen Xiaozhong, "Yu Ji is good at dancing. You have to remember that they are husband and wife. Xiang Yu has a bad temper, so Yu Ji doesn't dare to say that he is sick... Don't be with people with bad tempers in the future." Playing, you know?”

Shen An did not hesitate to change history in order for his sister to forget about committing suicide.

"oh."

Guoguo feels that this ending is in line with her fantasy.

Yu Ji is sick, but she dare not say how rude Xiang Yu is!

"Xiang Yu is not good."

"Yes, Xiang Yu is not good."

Overlord, for the sake of a little girl, please feel aggrieved for a while.

After returning home, Guoguo happily teased Taro again. Zhuang Laoshi found Shen An and said, "Mr. Lang, Wen Xiaozhong has been practicing his sword."

"Practice him."

Shen An knew that Wen Xiaozhong was feeling guilty, and this was equivalent to punishment.

When Zhuang Laoshi turned back, he saw that Wen Xiaozhong was already lying down.

Chen Luo brought out his treasured medicinal wine and said proudly: "This is a medicinal wine prepared by a certain person for half a year and brewed from more than ten kinds of medicinal materials. It can be taken internally and externally to ensure that you can continue to practice swordsmanship vigorously tomorrow."

Wen Xiaozhong was only wearing his underpants. He lay on the bed and said, "Come on."

The medicinal wine was cold, and Chen Luo's technique was very rough. Every time he kneaded the muscles, there was pain like tearing.

"Did you make a mistake?"

Only Shen An and Wen Xiaozhong knew about Guo Guo. Chen Luo was curious about what happened that made Guo Guo run away to Bao Zheng's house.

Wen Xiaozhong hummed.

"But it has something to do with the little lady?"

It has to be said that Chen Luo has good association skills.

But Wen Xiaozhong stopped talking until he fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen An and Guoguo were still running at home.

Wen Xiaozhong also appeared, and he was still practicing his sword.

"Brother, he has been practicing for a long time."

When she practiced nunchaku, she couldn't stand it for a long time. How could Wen Xiaozhong persist for so long?

"Um."

Shen An knew that Wen Xiaozhong was abusing himself and was not prepared to interfere.

After breakfast, Shen An went to admire the Han sword again.

"What a sword!"

If such treasures appear in later generations, they will be priceless.

Shen An rubbed the spine of the sword, feeling the edges and corners, and remembered the Han sword of later generations.

The Han sword was originally collected by the Qing Dynasty. After the capital was captured by the allied forces, countless treasures became the trophies of the invaders. The Han sword also traveled across the ocean and became a treasure in a museum of an old empire. .

Isn't this inappropriate?

Shen An thought for a while and thought that the old empire had already been established and was in the dynasty before Plantagenet.

When will we go and see it?

Once this idea occurs, it cannot go away.

Shen An wanted to get some exotic treasures, and then build a museum in Bianliang to put those treasures in for people to see.

"This is all money!"

Shen An stroked Han Jian affectionately, feeling that it should be the heirloom of the Shen family. In the future, he should leave a will and family motto. Whoever dares to sell the heirloom will not be a descendant of the Shen family and become a member of the clan.

But depending on how rich and powerful he is, it is estimated that there will be many things that can become family heirlooms in the future, and most descendants will worry about how to preserve them.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Shen An couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.

"Anbei!"

After hearing this voice, Shen An hurriedly prepared to put away the Han Sword, but unfortunately it was too late.

As soon as Cao Yi came in, he said: "There is a meeting in the palace. The officials have to decide who will go to the north. We brothers...hey, what is that?"

Shen An awkwardly held the Han sword and said, "This..."

"The palace is about to decide who will lead the army to the north. You...you haven't given this Han sword to Han Qi yet?"

Cao Yi was filled with grief and anger, feeling that he might have been deceived.

Shen An was embarrassed to be caught on the spot, but he immediately said seriously: "The current situation is unknown, Han Qi may not be able to go."

What?

Cao Yan turned angry and rejoiced, "Brother, I trust your judgment. I will give it to whoever goes to the north."

"Yes, that's it."

Shen An vowed to hide the Han sword when he came back and not show it to anyone.

"Mr. Lang, someone is coming from the palace. I want you to come into the palace to discuss matters."

Shen An stood up suddenly, pulled out his long sword, and laughed: "Someone is going to the north, hahahaha!"

This was the first head-on confrontation between the Song and Liao people. The armies gathered together. If they were not handled well, the Song-Liao war would break out in an instant.

Shen An would vomit blood if he didn't go to such a big scene.

Cao Yan said enviously: "Anbei, my brother is waiting for your good news."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Shen An hurriedly entered the palace, just as the ministers and ministers had just arrived.

"Your Majesty, the money and food are all ready."

Bao Zheng left work, just a short sentence, but it made the emperor and his ministers feel excited. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net

Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.

Zhao Shu's eyes became more solemn, "The Liao people were provocative. They thought the Song Dynasty would continue to swallow their anger, but I want to tell Yelu Hongji that he will never see such days again!"

These words were extremely encouraging. Han Qi puffed out his chest and belly and said, "If you want Da Song to bow his head again, that's just a dream!"

When had the Song Dynasty ever been so proud? When have you ever been so bold?

Both the monarch and his ministers felt it was too sour.

"On this trip north, we must neither be humble nor arrogant. This is something we must keep in mind."

"Your Majesty is wise." Han Qi took the lead in praising the saint. He felt that these were not problems and he would definitely be able to sort them out in order.

If Yelu Hongji dares to beep, what if I have a fight with him?

At this moment, Han Qi was full of confidence, feeling that the sky could no longer cover his eyes, and this place...

"Bao Zheng!"

Zhao Shu spoke, interrupting Han Qi's reverie.

Bao Zheng left work.

Zhao Shu glanced at Han Qi and said, "Han Qing is in charge of the court. It would be inappropriate if you were not here..."

Old Han! Look at how much I value you and compare you to the one below one person and above ten thousand people. Do you feel comfortable?

Han Qi's cheeks trembled, feeling filled with grief and anger.

Bao Zheng went to the northwest last time, shouldn't I be the one to go this time?

And the one who is beneath one person and above ten thousand people...that one is the powerful minister!

Have powerful officials had good results since ancient times?

No!

At this moment, sadness turned into a river, and Han Qi became depressed.

Not only was the co-author unable to leave, but he was also labeled as something close to a powerful official?

Official, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this, right?

Han Qi seemed to see those censors staring at him maliciously, muttering the word "powerful minister" behind his back.

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