Young Master Fang was scolded by the emperor in the imperial study, which seemed to be common. However, Fang Zheng believed that he was inappropriate in this incident, so he lowered his head and said nothing, allowing the emperor to curse.

In fact, he was quite strange. He looked at the memorial carefully, but how could he think of replying? And he replied with nonsense like panacea and there was no technical content at all. If he had something to say, the emperor would not have gotten such a big temper?

This proves that there is still a difference between reading memorials and reading posts. At least you have to be upright and not to be fucked. The emperor has been reading memorials for decades, but he has never seen him reply to a sentence on the memorial: "Good post, everyone, please!" and other nonsense.

The emperor was surprised when he saw Fang Zheng's rare slickness and slickness, and he was a little surprised. He originally planned to scold him for only one incense stick, but later he became more and more satisfied. He cursed him for half an hour. From Fang Zheng's personality criticism to his personality, his dressing taste, and even his walking posture, he was scolded everywhere.

Fang Zheng became more and more depressed as he heard it. It seemed that the old emperor was complaining about this young master.

A cup of tea was served on the side of the desk, and Fang Zheng handed it to the emperor, with a flattering smile on his face: "Your Majesty, sit down and continue to scold, don't get tired of the dragon's body, come, drink a sip of tea to moisten your throat first, Weichen continues to listen to the sacred teachings with a heavy face..."

The emperor took the tea and drank it. He glared at him with a serious face, snorted angrily, and sat down.

"I'm too lazy to scold you. Today I'll call you here. In addition to the Jiangnan Tax Bank, I also want to introduce several generals to you. You can select personnel and develop institutions in the army they command..."

Fang Zheng interrupted the emperor and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, let's give this institution a loud name, otherwise we would always call it, and others would think we would open a chicken farm."

The emperor nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, you should choose a name. According to you, what is the best name?"

"Eliminate the traitor!" Fang Zheng said without hesitation. The secret agency that is destined to be infamous for thousands of years, let's give it a special justice name and disgusting historians.

When the emperor heard this, he frowned. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with this loud and righteous name, and shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate, change it."

Fang Zheng spread his hands helplessly, "Then we have to call it al-Qaeda..." Good or bad must be enough. Since we can't be too righteous, we should move closer to the evil direction.

The emperor was obviously even more dissatisfied with the name, "It's inappropriate, inexplicable."

"Heaven and Earth Meeting?"

"Information Agency?"

"Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

“…Love is deep and rainy?”

"Remembering the years?"

"Look at the moon's face?"

“…………”

Seeing that the emperor's head was shaking like a rattle, Fang Zheng sighed and looked at the emperor helplessly, as if he was watching a child who was not able to get candy and rolling on the ground and cheating: "What do you mean?"

The Iron Blood School is not good, and the literary style is not good. Wouldn't it be a broken name? Why is it so troublesome?

The emperor stroked his long beard and said in a calm state: "This institution cannot see the light, and it is better to call it - 'shadow'?"

"thump!"

"What's wrong with you?" the emperor said unhappy.

"Ah... nothing is nothing. Haha..." Fang Zheng stood up and smiled dryly.

Shadow, this old man's literary talent and creativity are more than one level worse than this young master...

Therefore, under the strong oppression of the emperor, the first spy agency in the Hua Dynasty had its name - a shadow, a rustic and vulgar name, just like the names of people like "dog supreme", "big pillar", and "second widow", suitable for both young and old,... catchy?

Fang Zheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and suppressed the chill in his heart. He was wondering whether to resign from the position of "shadow leader" to the emperor. The other spy chiefs are so powerful. What kind of factory governors or governors, they exuded a domineering, bloody and gloomy terrifying atmosphere when they heard it. What is it his turn? Shadow leader, Shadow boss, or Shadow head for short? No matter how he called it, he felt like a despicable person, leading a group of mobs to do everything he wanted, and he was the kind of person who dared to collect merchant protection fees and grab children's lollipops...

The emperor was quite satisfied with the name he gave. He half-closed his eyes and was intoxicated for a while, then opened his eyes and made a decision: "Well, it's right, it's just the shadow!"

Fang Zheng wiped his sweat again, thinking to himself, don't bother with the older man, shadows are just shadows, they are better than those like buns, ducks, kilns, etc.... Fang Zheng accepted this fact that he had to accept with a sad face. He will become the shadow leader in the future, alas!

When Fang Zheng sighed, the emperor Xuan came to three generals in the army, one of whom was an old acquaintance, Feng Qiudao, who was the general of the Longwu Army, and two others, one was Liu Changsheng and the other was Zhao Hu, and the two were the generals of the Shence Army and the Shenwu Army.

Fang Zheng and the two generals had seen liturgy and smiled at Feng Qiudao again. Feng Qiudao gently pulled the corners of his cold and tough mouth, which was considered a greeting.

General Liu of the Shence Army was a man who seemed to be more elegant, in his forties. Judging from his appearance alone, no one believed that this person was a general who led tens of thousands of troops. General Zhao Hu of the Shenwu Army was like his name, powerful and domineering. He was also in his forties and was a tall and burly northern man.

The emperor's eyes were filled with a faint smile and said, "Three generals, Fang Aiqing, have followed my will to form a new institution called 'Shadow'."

The three generals were shocked at the same time. Just by listening to this name, you can probably know what kind of institution the so-called "shadow" is. Why did the emperor set up such an institution? Although the three generals were leaders, they still had a certain sensitivity to politics. They could even imagine what kind of storm there would be in the court with the establishment of this institution, and what kind of re-arrangement and reshuffle between the various factions and parties in the court. The emperor's intention was self-evident.

The emperor took all the expressions of everyone, smiled slightly, and said, "Shadow is a secret institution. You are the commanding generals I trust, so I don't want to tell you. Today I call you here, mainly to let you know Fang Aiqing. I want to select loyal and refined people from each army to join Shadow. Fang Aiqing will preside over this matter. I hope the three generals will assist you."

Only then did Fang Zheng realize that the emperor summoned them to tell them that I was going to your territory to poach the enemy. No matter who I chose, you would have to let them go.

But isn’t the emperor doing this a bit too much? Just give them an imperial edict directly, why do you call them here in person?

Feng Qiudao stood up first and saluted without hesitation: "I will obey the order!"

The two generals also quickly stood up and expressed their full assistance.

Fang Zheng looked at them with a smile and found that Zhao Hu had no expression on his face, and his eyes were looking straight ahead with regular eyes. Fang Zheng didn't even look at him. Liu Changsheng nodded slightly at Fang Zheng, but a bit of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the performance of these two generals, they are not like simple characters. Of course, it is definitely not easy to be a general who commands tens of thousands of soldiers in his forties.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I thank you for your help. We are all working for the emperor and are loyal. If you have any trouble, I hope the two generals will be forgiven."

Liu Changsheng bowed and smiled, "It's okay to say it, Lord Fang will choose the candidates in our army, and I will definitely help you with all your strength."

Zhao Huze bowed his hand in a hurry and said "um" lightly. He never looked at Fang Zheng from beginning to end, as if he had some prejudice against him.

Fang Zheng was unhappy. I have never offended you. Who should I show this bad face to show?

Feng Qiudao said without waiting for Fang Zheng to be polite, "Sir Fang, there is no need to say anything between you and me. Just speak if you have any help."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Of course, I didn't plan to be polite to you, but don't be like a persimmon vendor, just put the soft in front of me and let me choose..."

Feng Qiudao made a rare joke: "Then you can't pick only persimmons left in our army..."

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After leaving the palace, Fang Zheng was about to board the carriage and go back to the house, but suddenly he felt his sleeves being pulled. Fang Zheng turned around and saw that it was Wen Sen.

Fang Zheng looked around and found that except for the imperial guards guarding the gate, the square in front of the palace was empty and there was no one. Where did this guy come out?

Wen Sen bowed and smiled, "Mr. Fang, my subordinates have been waiting for you outside the palace gate. You...uh, Lord. Fang, what are you looking for? Is the thing missing?"

Fang Zheng ignored him and unwilling to give up the blue bricks laid on the square piece by piece. It's really puzzling. Where is this guy hiding? Could it be that he used the earth escape technique or flying with a sword? Why do he appear in an incredible way every time?

Having really couldn't find a clue, Fang Zheng gave up, grabbed Wensen's shoulder, and said solemnly: "No matter what, you have to tell me today, where did you come out? Why is your position always erratic?"

Wensen said, "Mr. Fang, those who do things like us are nothing more than asking for a concealment. This is a must-learn skill. But Mr. Fang, you are an important official in the court, don't know so clearly..."

Fang Zheng said seriously: "No, I have to learn! I have to learn even if I don't eat or sleep! I have never been so serious in my life to learn things."

"But...why are you learning this?"

"It's very important! If I learn it, the boudoir of those good girls and women is as easy as visiting their own backyard. Hahahahaha... teach me quickly!"

“…………”

Wen Sen repeatedly told Fang Zheng sincerely that it was just a trick to come out of thin air. Fang Zheng had to give up his erotic plan to sneak into the boudoir of a woman compatriot in the middle of the night.

"When you appear in front of me in the future, you should be more normal in performance. Will it scare people to know if you come out of thin air?" I was forced to give up the plan just out of thin air, and Lord Fang was in a bad mood.

Wensen said it was only true.

"What are you looking for me?"

Wensen smiled flatteringly and said, "Mr. Fang, you forgot that you have not seen your dozens of subordinates since you took office. Seeing that the emperor was urging you to meet them? If you have time, how about the subordinates take you to see them?"

Fang Zheng slapped his forehead, yes! Young Master, I have people now. I have been in office for several days and haven’t seen them yet. How could I be the boss like this?

Wensen hurriedly invited Fang Zheng to an inconspicuous carriage. The coachman whipped the flowers crisply, and the carriage slowly drove towards the west of the city.

The carriage was a little old and kept shaking, and the axle made a sour crunch, which was much worse than Fang Zheng’s private luxury carriage.

Wen Sen saw Fang Zheng frowned tightly and hurriedly said, "Don't blame me, Lord Fang, the emperor allocated limited funds every year, so he could only make do with this, which made Lord Fang wronged."

Fang Zheng finally couldn't help but cover his cheeks and said, "Forget it if you break a little bit old, I said you are too lazy, won't you put some oil on the axle? You heard that your teeth were falling down when you heard this crunch."

Wensen smiled and said nothing in disappointment.

After two incense sticks, the carriage turned into a secluded alley and stopped.

Wensen first jumped out of the carriage, and then respectfully helped Fang Zheng out.

Fang Zheng looked around and said, "Wow, I'm in a slum."

As you can see, there is a mottled and dilapidated house with moss on the outside walls, the road is narrow and muddy, the middle of the road is overgrown, and there are few people everywhere. It seems that this place has been forgotten by the people in the capital.

Wherever Fang Zheng stood, he was facing a shaking door. He looked at Wensen in confusion. Wensen smiled and said, "Sir Fang, brothers are waiting for you inside."

"You all live here?" Fang Zheng couldn't believe it. This is the emperor's eyes and ears that spread the world. How important is it? How could they make them live in such a place like beggars?

Wensen smiled and said, "It's more convenient here, and it's quite cheap to buy this house, so it's not easy to be noticed..."

"Is the emperor allocated very little money?" This old man is stingy enough.

Wensen quickly said: "The emperor is not weak to his subordinates, but the national treasury is not much left now, and money is needed everywhere. The subordinates are very considerate of the emperor's difficulties."

So kind. If Fang Zheng himself had changed, he might have been walking to the palace gate to protest, or he would have just given up his pick. If the horse wants to run, he has to eat grass.

Fang Zheng sighed. It seemed that the group of brothers under him were all content. He had to quickly bring their benefits up, otherwise those who did their jobs suddenly figured out one day and felt that their treatment was low, and he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and simply changed his job and changed his boss, and played with the enemy and treason, which would cause much trouble to the country!

Under the respectful leadership of Wensen, Fang Zheng stepped into the door where the wind power exceeded level 6 and would fall to the ground.

What caught my eye were more than thirty people with very ordinary figures and appearances, among them, there were elderly people in their forties and fifties, children in their twenties and thirties, and more were young people in their twenties and thirties.

These people wear ordinary black short suits and look concise, but their temperaments are different. Some of them are like market pawns, with vicissitudes and aging due to the pressure of life, while others are like a failed scholar. They feel that this person is very lonely at first sight, and they are the kind of hopelessness in their entire lives. Some are like a sleek and sophisticated businessman, with a false but enthusiastic smile when they see people...

Fang Zheng blinked, what kind of people are they? He had no doubt that if he moved some essential props in and put them in, and then the group of people in front of him played their respective roles, he could create a lively market atmosphere in this dilapidated courtyard.
To be continued...