and horizontal rows.there are rules for all this. At the end of the day, only the main entrance of the palace can be nine meters wide, and only the palace can use a total of 81 doornails with nine ho...Chapter 1671 A middle-aged scribe who specializes in

said, "this method can actually be used in many places. Frankly speaking, not only am I, but even the prince admires that the prince is really a genius who hasn't been around for a hundred years."

"from soap to sweet potatoes, and from political reform to this so-called national debt, all these things have one thing in common. Have you noticed, Mr. Zhang"

Zhang Biwu said quietly: "it is inconspicuous at first sight, but after a period of fermentation, we will be able to feel their power. All of them are ways to strengthen the original."

the middle-aged scribe stroked his hand and said with a smile, "Lord Zhang, it is really like watching the fire."

Zhang Biwu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Don't flatter me any more. I'm just an abandoned son in a political struggle, and now I'm even more of a lost dog."

the middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "Lord Zhang should not improperly belittle himself. Wang Ye said that if you get Lord Zhang, it is comparable to a hundred thousand troops."

even though Zhang Biwu knew that there must be some water in this remark, he could not help but cheer up a little.

"does Wang Ye have any advice on the follow-up" Zhang Biwu asked.

the middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "No."

"in fact, the meaning is the same as that of Wang Ye. A fire is enough as long as it is lit. How it burns, how long it lasts, and where it goes, even those who start the fire cannot interfere."

Zhang Biwu said thoughtfully, "in front of the fire, the only one who can put out the fire nearby is to put out the fire."

the middle-aged scribe chuckled, got up and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's time to go."

"Let's say goodbye today and get together again the other day." Zhang Biwu gave it away.

"just stay with Mr. Zhang."

the middle-aged scribe saluted and turned away, his figure drifting away.

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looked at the figure of the middle-aged scribe leaving and meditated for a moment. Zhang Biwu looked down at the chess game on the chessboard. After such a long time, it had been covered with a thin layer of snow by snowflakes that did not know when to fall again.

when Zhang Biwu suddenly became poetic, he opened his mouth and said in a loud voice, "the pillow is cold, and you can see the window again." I know very well at night that the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of folded bamboo. "

"Yanshan snowflakes are like big mats, blowing down Xuanyuan platform." If you want to borrow three thousand soldiers from heaven, the sky will clear up. "

Li Chen picked up the pen and dropped the last word, picked up the long scroll in his hand, turned to Wu Jingcang and smiled and said, "how about Wu Shuai"

Wu Jingcang looked at Li Chen's forehead when the Liao army attacked the day before, the wound injured by the arrow had not yet fully healed, but the heroic at this time was more heroic than in the past, saying: "majestic atmosphere, people admire."

"the level of flattery is not high."

Li Chen waved his hand and heaved a sigh of fog and said, "the Liao army swept past, and our army was under great pressure, but it also gradually achieved the goal of luring the enemy deeper. Now the Liao army chased me deep into Gansu and Shaanxi, and a little further, we came to the burial ground we prepared for the Liao army. Wu Shuai played an important role in this battle."

this pursuit was an eye-opener to Li Chen.

Wu Jingcang is indeed the successor of the army god at that time, and his command art completely played out the war in the cold weapon era.

with absolutely weak forces and weapons and equipment, he has struggled with hundreds of thousands of Liao troops so far.

frankly speaking, if Li Chen had gone on by himself, he would either have been caught by Yelu Shenxuan, or he could only slip away and the whole strategic plan would have failed.

he specializes in art, and Wu Jingcang's ability is indeed inferior to that of Li Chen.

"this poem is given to Wu Shuai."ow how much soap sells in the folk"Wan Jiaojiao wanted to explain that she didn't go out very often, but she replied honestly, "well, now Ling Yuexuan, oh, the shop opened by Liu Jiakai, they have fol...