Li Linfu was thinking about whether to open a new canal.

"That's all, let's talk about it after the prisoner dedication ceremony."

Li Linfu felt powerless.

Everyone has the desire to seize power, which is called ambition at best and desire for control at worst. Li Linfu wanted to seize power, but he also knew that power alone was useless. He had to be able to solve the real problems of the court.

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Now he has an idea, that is, whether to open a channel to solve the problem of food and grass for troops in the northwest, and what kind of benefits he can get from this matter.

The country's affairs must be handled, and one's own affairs must also be handled. This is Li Linfu's belief.

"It's better to cast stones first and ask for directions."

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On the day of the celebration banquet, Zheng Shuqing ordered someone to send Fang Chongyong a set of Tang brocade robes, navy blue, solemn and classy.

When Fang Chongyong wears it, his whole temperament is completely different. No one would doubt that he is a member of the clan.

"Mr. Lang, this dress is so beautiful. It probably costs several thousand yuan."

Fang Laique said with an envious look.

Several thousand liters?

That’s the manual fee!

Fabrics like Tang brocade are not available on the market now, and can only be found if they are specially approved by the saints.

Wearing it on the body is a symbol of status, which money cannot buy. And not everyone can wear it.

This was the strict and unexplainable hierarchy of society in the Tang Dynasty.

Fang Laique, a fool, knows so much that Fang Chongyong doesn't even bother to scold him.

"After attending today's banquet, this robe will be given to you."

Fang Chongyong said angrily.

"Really, Mr. Lang? Wouldn't this be good?"

Fang Laique asked sheepishly, looking at Fang Chongyong with bright eyes.

"Still still! It's embarrassing!"

Fang Dafu slapped Fang Laique on the head, and said to Fang Zhongyong with a worried look on his face: "Langjun, Langjun should not go to such an occasion."

"I know it too, but this time the saint is going to confer an official title on my father, and I have to go. Isn't this banquet just because my father defeated the Khitan in Youzhou?"

Fang Chongyong sighed, this Hongmen Banquet is not something you can just go to if you don't want to go. Gao Lishi also sent an invitation later, which means that Fang Chongyong now has two invitations in his hand!

This is a celebration banquet related to his father Fang Youde. It’s fine if I can’t go on official business in Youzhou, but my son in Chang’an doesn’t have to go either?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I just want to slap the saint in the face, but that’s not how I did it.

"In this case, I will send you husband to the outside of the pear garden."

Fang Dafu sighed. What Fang Youde was most worried about was that his son would be involved in the political whirlpool.

Contrary to expectations, Fang Chongyong seems to be getting closer and closer to the political center.

When the group arrived at the Liyuan, they were immediately taken in by Wei Qing, who was waiting outside. Today he was the official responsible for guiding the guests to their seats.

Wei Qing had several identities. He was not only a scholar who failed the imperial examination, but also a vocalist. He was also a manager of a troupe and a close confidant of Li Longji.

Or General Jinwuwei, although this official position is of little use for the time being.

While there was no one around, Wei Qing came over to Fang Chongyong and said, "The saint is very satisfied with those Tang brocade clothes you made."

Satisfied? He doesn’t even know what he looks like. He’s so satisfied! Shouldn’t it be kept secret at the moment?

Fang Chongyong looked at Wei Qing with a confused expression and said nothing for a long time.

"The sage personally ordered to make a set of brocade clothes for Mr. Yang... using Tang brocade. Today, the sage will order Li Guinian to play the song "Nancy Clothes and Feather Clothes" here, and Mr. Yang will be responsible for accompanying the dancers. That set of brocade clothes is what he wore during the dance."

"The saint is very satisfied with the clothes, but he is very dissatisfied with Zheng Shuqing's attitude. Do you want to embarrass the saint by giving such beautiful clothes to Gongsun's apprentice but not to Yang Guiren?

Zheng Shuqing is in great danger, please stay away from him."

Wei Qing warned in a stern voice.

Li Longji, who is riding a horse, never forgets to please Yang Yuhuan!

Fang Chongyong cursed in his heart, but nodded calmly on his face.

I'm afraid it will be difficult for Lao Zheng to get out of the trap this time. It couldn't be easier for the emperor to find trouble for the officials.

It doesn't matter if the things are well made, if you don't give them to your concubine, you won't give her face!

Fang Chongyong suddenly saw the brocade clothes on his body, and Wei Qing seemed to have come to his senses at this time.

He sighed and said, "Just take care of yourself."

"Is it too late to go back and change clothes now?"

Fang Chongyong grabbed Wei Qing's sleeve and asked.

"What do you think?"
Chapter completed!