Zhong’s family has a place in the capital, and Zhong Yan is drinking at his own place at this moment.

He looked at the map while drinking.

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in."

Zhong Yan did not look up, and pointed his finger at Xijing Road on the right, saying regretfully: "As soon as the Western thief is destroyed, Hedong Road will have no opponent in the northwest, and will devote his efforts to deal with the Liao people. Xijing Road is right under their noses, and it is too far to the state. It's a pity!"

He really wanted to give the Liao people a trail from the side, but the distance from Chaozhou was too far to catch up.

"Mr. Lang!"

Zhong Ping sat down and made a glass of wine for himself. After three drinks, he smiled and said, "The test failed."

Zhong Yan glanced at him, raised his glass and took a sip of wine, "If you use the means, you can't play with Chen An, so your temptation will only bring shame to yourself."

"He didn't take the hand that Zhong family reached out seriously and called it back." Zong Ping put down the wine glass, reached out to take a piece of mutton and chewed it.

"When I was traveling around, jerky meat was life-saving food. If this thing was gone, I would have died somewhere long ago."

The food of Zhongping was greedy and ate it, and then it slowed down, and then it regained its elegant demeanor. "But why did Chen An look at the family with different eyes?"

Zhong Yan looked up and said with some regret: "I came to Bianliang back then and wanted to give Zhe Kexing a warning, so I broke my arm under my command. After that, Chen An was very cold and even disgusted with me."

"Those thieves... were wrong." Zhong Ping patted his forehead, "Those soldiers were cleaned up. Could it be that he would not take action to govern the army?"

"He rarely does it."

Zhong Yan picked up the wine glass, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhong Ping, and suddenly raised his head.

The wine flowed down his beard, and Zhong Yan suddenly threw out the wine glass.

Bang!

The wine glass hit the wall and shattered, and a soldier came in outside, "Langjun!"

The sergeant looked around and Zhong Yan scolded, "Get out!"

The sergeant bowed and closed the door.

Zhong Yan's breathing was a little rapid. He pressed his temple with his hands and grinned.

"Chen An's methods are really great. The Zhong family and the Zhe family have been in the northwest for many years. But who can do such freehand paintings when fighting against the Western thieves?"

Zhongping reached out and brushed off a piece of broken porcelain that fell on his arm, "I hope to hear it clearly."

"You have traveled around before, but you don't know Chen An's means!" Zhong Yan reached out and picked up the wine pot. "The first time the army attacked, he led the middle army. The Western thieves who fought all the way had no power to fight back. At that time, he and Zhe Jizu were in the right army. The journey was already very fast, but Chen An was faster, as fast as lightning.

Do you know that he took away many horseless cavalry at the beginning."

"Why is this?" Zhong Ping suddenly frowned, "Is it because he is confident to seize the war horse? Is he so confident?"

"Yes." Zhong Yan smiled and said, "Confidence? He was indeed confident. Later, when the army gathered at Lingzhou City, all of his command had war horses."

hiss!

Zhong Ping said in surprise: "It's really amazing."

"The second time you know, he sneaked into Xingqing Mansion with more than ten people and hooked up with Liang's family. Then he commanded the Liang family's command to suppress the rebellion in the city. At the same time, he arranged for Wang Shao to defeat the rebellious army of the Western thieves in one battle... Do you have these methods?"

Zhong Ping shook his head, "If someone enters Xingqing Mansion, at most he will make a promise to coax a few major future members to be an insider. However, it is very likely that his head will fall off before he can convince him."

"He also had a good relationship with the king, Bao Xiang was his caretaker, and Wang Anshi's son had a close relationship with him... Su Shi, whose literary name spreads all over the world, was also a close friend of him, and the Zhe family was his ally... For such a person, even if the Zhong family could not become his friend, he could not be his opponent, otherwise he would not be able to stop him. Perhaps the ancestors of that year could do it."

The so-called ancestor refers to the great scholars of this lineage.

"Hey!" Zhong Ping sighed: "It's a pity for Chen An and others. If he lived a hundred years ago, he would definitely be a founding meritorious service."

Zhong Yan took a sip in the wine pot and sneered: "When the founding of the country, whether it was Emperor Taizu or Emperor Taizong, he could have a dilemma! He would either leave his military power and be a rich man, or wait to be killed for a reason."

From Zhao Kuangyin to Zhao Kuangyi, the two brothers' vigilance towards warriors is in line with each other. If there are such an invincible general, they can only be the two possibilities mentioned by Zhong Yan, and there is no third way to go.

Zhong Ping smiled and said, "That's true. But today's officials can... "

He reached out and waved his hand, and his eyebrows were full of coldness.

Zhong Yan shook his head, "The late emperor may have left him idle, but the current government family does not. The government family has a bad temperament, but is very good to the meritorious ministers. Think about how long has the prime ministers not moved? If it were the late emperor, there would have been a few batches."

"If such an official family is not good, the Song Dynasty will really reappear in his hands!"

Zhong Yan raised the wine pot with a firm look, "Zhong family is Zhong family, but at this moment he is just a warrior, for the sake of the Song Dynasty!"

Zhong Ping raised his glass, "For the Song Dynasty!"

...

"For the Song Dynasty!"

Bao Shou stood on the roof with his head held high, but the Shen family below sat around preparing for dinner.

He lowered his head and shouted, "Sister, look at someone!"

Guoguo looked up and said listlessly: "Last time, Mr. Bao said he wanted to hang you and beat you up, aren't you still afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!" Bao Shou said proudly: "Dad just can scare people, but in fact he never wants to do anything."

Yang Zhuoxue whispered: "Didn't you invite Mr. Bao today?"

"Don't tell that boy." Chen An said with a wicked smile.

"A bad beast!"

Bao Zheng's roar came as scheduled. When Bao Shou was tied with a rope and hung under the eaves, he was so peaceful and happy that he couldn't do it.

Don’t talk about corporal punishment, look at Bao Shou, begging for mercy while winking at Guoguo, signaling her to leave some barbecue for herself.

This is the hob meat.

"The Goryeo messenger wanted to ask for the official family, but was rejected."

Bao Zheng can't let go of barbecue now, otherwise his stomach would not be able to bear it. He took a sip of wine, "The official family is hanging him, and in the end he still wants Goryeo to stand on the side of the Song Dynasty, but Goryeo people are afraid they will not submit easily!"

"Goryeo? I thought I was going to take it down."

Chen An always remembered the trouble that Goryeo caused to the Central Plains. In the early Ming Dynasty, he even wanted to attack the Ming Dynasty and prepared to grab some territory.

"It depends on the meaning of the officials... I'm afraid I want to borrow Goryeo." Bao Zheng shook his head, "I'll talk about this matter if the court agreed."

Agreed?

There is nothing to say when you agree.

Chen An took a sip of wine and his eyes were faint.

The next morning, before Chen An got up, he heard someone making a fuss outside.

"Ah...Is it that hard to sleep in?"

Chen An was angry.

Someone outside whispered: "Mr.

"What's the matter?"

It was Zhao Wuwu, and Chen An sat up.

"Mr. Langjun, dozens of people came outside, saying that they were officials from the Three Divisions. Now there is no way out, so let our family support them."

Damn!

Chen An wants to kill someone!

"They are all handy and well-behaved, and they were given compensation. If they can't do it, they can still become officials in the northwest. Why is it so... like a disabled person?"

Chen An sat on the bed and thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. He got up and washed up, and then went to the front yard.

"Langjun."

Zeng Ermei ran over with two steamed buns, "Mr. Langjun, I only get energetic after eating mutton steamed buns."

"When did you see your husband quarrel with someone?"

Chen An took the steamed bun and took a mouthful of half. The mutton filling inside actually had soup, which made Chen An so refreshing that he couldn't speak.

Very happy!

"Open the door."

Chen An burped, and was like a landlord who was in charge of the servants opening the door.

Look, Wen Xiaozhong's right hand hangs down, and it is obvious that he has prepared a hidden weapon.

Chen Luo was holding a stick in his hand and a grim smile on his face... Since this guy married Ermei, he had more and more flesh on his face. It can be seen that a woman's cooking skills are too good, and it is difficult for a man to not think of Maitreya Buddha.

Zeng Ermei was holding a kitchen knife and looked indifferent.

Aunt Chen and Zhou Tui worked together to carry a thick wooden stick. Is this the meaning of a couple who are planning to sweep across Yulin Lane?

Chen An walked out surrounded by like this.

There were sixty or seventy men standing outside, with all kinds of looks.

"Chen An, you slandered me and I will lose my post. If you don't give me an explanation today, I will never give up!"
To be continued...