Thousands of miles away in the Qin Palace of Chang'an City, the sage woke up from a nap and opened the tent to look out, the snow outside the window was blowing, and the little eunuch changed his winter clothes and stood in front of the window to watch the snow with a purple gold hand stove. The slave passed by the garden, and happened to see that the red plum blossomed like rouge, and showed a little more and more grace in the snow, and the slave thought that the snow was big at this time, and His Majesty would not be able to go out, so he broke the best branch and inserted a bottle for His Majesty to enjoy. ”

"It's a slippery thing. The sage couldn't help laughing and scolding when he heard the ironing in his heart, and ordered the little eunuch to open the treasury and find the green jade bamboo open bottle offered by the Xiao family the year before last, filled it with water and inserted the red plum in it and placed it in front of the case.

"Your Majesty, the slave came from the garden, and happened to meet Zhou Langjun, he was accompanied by a handsome Langjun, saying that he had something to discuss with His Majesty!" Zhang Wenshui stood aside and saw him enjoying for a while, and he was busy laughing and groaning, "The slave looked at the heavy snow in the sky, and he was afraid that Zhou Langjun would freeze and destroy him, so he didn't have time to return to His Majesty, so he first asked Lang Jiang and the young Langjun to wait under the corridor." ”

"Yo, Lingyun has also entered the palace today?" The sage was originally happy when he saw the red plum blossoms, but when he heard Zhang Wen mention Zhou Jian, his face showed a little anger, "He only recommended the Ji family to me when he entered the palace before, who would have expected that he would join the Ji family in the court for a few days, and now he is still forbidden by me to order someone to track down the truth!" But what about him yesterday, I thought that he had an old relationship with Ji Rin of the Ji family, if the Ji family was innocent, he would go to the door for fear that the two would get along awkwardly in the future;

"How can this uncle's nephew have any overnight enmity?" Zhang Wen was not in a hurry when he heard this, but the smile on his face became softer and softer, "The slave remembers that Zhou Lang will not be eighteen until the end of this month, and he is still a little Langjun, what is not thoughtful, Your Majesty will teach it slowly, not to mention that the slave looks at Zhou Lang's heart for His Majesty, it is ten out of ten, the weather is cold and hot, if Lang will meet a slave, he must ask the slave to serve His Majesty with more heart." ”

"There is no one in this palace who is more meticulous than you. When the saint heard him say this, the anger in his heart was like a breeze blowing away the clouds, and even the last bit of unhappiness dissipated cleanly, and for a moment he returned to the garden and knelt down, "Call them in, for it is such a cold day, and I don't know what is wrong with the child, so he braved the snow and entered the palace." If the snow stops, set up a table in the Yuxue Pavilion, and invite them to eat the game before going back. ”

"Wow. Zhang Wen retreated and walked to the door before turning around and going out.

"Your Majesty has summoned you to meet you. Out of the door, Zhang Wen walked out along the corridor, and saw that Zhou Jian and the young Langjun were still wearing robes and clogs, holding hats in their hands, and hurriedly called the little eunuch to come over to sort out the clothes and accessories for the two.

"The ministers (grass people) knock to your majesty. Zhou Jian and Pingling Yu came in together, and the two of them knelt down and bowed to the saint, and said in unison.

"Let's all be flat. The saint waved his hand to signal the two to get up, and the three of them knelt down as the host and guest.

"Tell me what's the matter, so that you have to brave the heavy snow to come to see me?" the saint raised his eyelids slightly.

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister's entry into the palace in the snow is a rebellion against Jinju. Zhou Jian paused and said in a deep voice.

"Jinju rebellion?" the sage stretched out his hand to support the case, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the case, and his tone was full of deep doubt.

"I also ask your Majesty's permission for Mr. Pingling to inform you of the details. Zhou Jian arched his hand and bowed violently.

"I didn't know that this matter was only submitted to the court yesterday for trial by the Criminal Department, the Military Department, and the Imperial Historical Observatory, but you knew the result first?" The sage stretched out his hand and slapped it on the table, and said angrily, "Isn't it that I was deceived by those clever words, it's just that I will see what tricks you can come up with!"

"Your Majesty, please listen to the grass people. Pingling Yu was not nervous when he saw him angry, the smile on his face became more and more gentle, and his tone was indescribably soothing, "Caomin was originally a native of Qingzhou, and he was young and sluggish, and he fled to Shuzhou a few years ago, and reluctantly settled down with the identity of Xiucai. ”

"In this case, why don't you write a few words and take a look?" Dong Qin has a very good impression of the reader from top to bottom, and the sage can't help but laugh when he hears him like this, the "silver hook body" created in his life is quite respected by the people of the time, and he himself is also very self-satisfied.

"It's so ugly. Pingling Yu smiled and did not shirk, a group of people got up and walked to the front of the bookcase, the sage practiced words all the year round, with a side of the mud inkstone, and the ink is the shape of a beauty, leaning on the Taihu Lake stone, hugging Ruan and plucking, condensing water for ice in winter, so there is a small two boys playing in the smoke cage next to the Chengni inkstone, the saint is interested in personally grinding ink for Pingling Yu at this time.

"A wisp of spring leek green, ten miles of rice flowers.

There is no hunger in the prosperous world, so why be busy with farming and weaving. ”

Pingling Yu selected a Yanghao Lake pen on the pen holder, dipped it in ink, pondered for a moment and waved, the sage and Zhou Jian went up to take a look, but saw a small hand of elegant and delicate, sparse and beautiful, the sage was happy to see it, and couldn't help laughing: "You have to write very well, it seems that there is no such level of hard work for thirty or forty years, it must have been hard work, and this point is compared to half of the courtiers in the court." ”

"It's Your Majesty's love. Pingling put the pen away, and said humbly with a slight arch.

"Since you have such talent, how did you come to Chang'an?"

The saint has a bit of frankness, and he believes that the word is like his saying, and at this time, he saw the joy of Pingling Yu's hand, and his heart was happy, and he naturally became a little curious about Pingling Yusheng.

"Although the grass people are a little older, they are a little stronger, but after all, they are not suitable for labor cases, and the grass people are not familiar with farming, so they can only think of sitting in the museum to support themselves as teachers and teachers, and they can also educate the people. Pingling Yu smiled slightly.

"Qing is a talented person who can't enter the office, and he can educate the people between the mulberries, and it is also a great good thing to write books and pass them on. The sage nodded when he heard the words, he originally heard that Pingling Yu was young and unkind, and felt pity, and saw that his words were outstanding, and he immediately had a good feeling, and then saw that his words were unusual, and he was very kind of the ancients who helped the world, and couldn't help but feel more and more cordial to the other party.

"Ministers met the son of the Chen family on Danyang City Road in Shuzhou, invited by the latter, accepted the son as a disciple, this year Zhongyuan Caomin took his disciples to put the river lantern, and saved General Ji in the water, his injuries were serious, and he died for a lifetime. Pingling Yu smiled slightly, and said fiercely, his tone became more and more heavy, "The grass people are scholars, and they only hate that this little body can't carry the pen on their shoulders." And the grass people also heard the name of the loyal martyrs of the Ji family army in Shuzhou, so they helped out. ”

"I also heard Ji Dayou say this verse. The saint reached out and stroked his beard.

"The grass people ate and slept with General Ji all the way, and deeply felt that his temperament was noble and loyal to the country, so he became close friends with him. Pingling Yu said here with a long sigh of relief, "This time the grass people entered the palace to get a handwritten letter from General Ji, and asked His Majesty to read it in person, and then the grass people heard that the Xiahou family and the Ji family had a feud, and the grass people also heard the name of their fish and meat township in the countryside, and the grass people privately thought that their words were not credible." ”

"How can Qing Yijie Xiucai talk about the courtiers in vain?" The sage deliberately kept a straight face, and he was still very happy to hear Pingling Yu's straightforward words.

"Why don't you make a bet with Your Majesty?" Pingling Yujian saw that the saint took the letter but didn't open it, and couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, bet on what?" the saint was really interested when he heard this.

"Please also ask Your Majesty to send Zhou Lang to lead a thousand forbidden troops to ambush around Shi Shilang's house, and the grass people heard that the witness who wrote a bloody complaint against the Ji family for rebellion lived in Shilang's mansion. Pingling Yu smiled mysteriously, "Look for the second vigorous Lang Jun to pretend to be the old man and the little lady, the grass people believe that someone will come to the door to assassinate after nightfall tonight!"

"Oh?" the saint frowned.

"The grass people firmly believe in the innocence of the Ji family, and the grass people also believe that if the people who were born in Jinzhou were not believing, they would not have traveled all the way to Chang'an to sue the court officials, so the grass people boldly speculated that what they saw was true, and the people who rebelled had malicious intentions to detain the matter on the head of the Ji family. "I don't know if Your Majesty is willing to make this bet with the grass people?" If the grass people win, please ask Your Majesty to watch Ji Da Presentation and discuss the future; if the grass people lose, the grass people will be dealt with by Your Majesty!"

"Sir!" Zhou Jian couldn't sit still anymore when he heard this, and hurriedly spoke to stop him.

"I look at you so boldly!" the sage was silent for a long time when he heard this, and said coldly, "In this case, I agreed to your bet. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" heard the words of Pingling Yu, and couldn't help but salute.

"In that case, you will rest in the palace today and wait for the news. The saint thought for a moment.

"Your Majesty, the slave came back from the dining room, there is fresh venison today, and it has been cleaned up in Yuxue Pavilion, but do you want to go over now?"

"This season, but when you eat barbecue, Lingyun, you wait with me. The saint couldn't help but rejoice in his heart when he heard Zhang Wenyi, and a smile appeared on his face, "After eating this time, you will be ordered to ambush!"

"Wow. The two looked at each other and said yes.

This head Zhang Wen hurriedly took the navy blue bucket pattern feather satin, white tiger skin lining cloak to serve the saint to put on, and ordered a few eunuchs in Tsing Yi to prepare a small bamboo sedan chair, serving the saint on the sedan chair, and he held a green silk umbrella to follow the side to shield the saint from the north wind blowing over the side and holding the snow.

And Pingling Yu and Zhou Jian walked behind together, and they arrived at Yuxue Pavilion in less than a quarter of an hour.

The Eastern Qin Dynasty has been handed down for hundreds of years, and the palace garden has been renovated several times, making it more and more magnificent, and the Huangtian Palace, where the saint lives, is even more of the best.

Yuxue Pavilion is in the big garden of the small garden coat of the Huangtian Palace, the pavilion is an octagonal cornice, and plum blossoms are planted all around. The colder the weather, the more the plum blossoms bloom, and the red plums in the garden bloom freely, and the red plums in this world as white as ice crystals are so red that they seem to be burning.

"Sit down. The sage was helped out of the soft sedan chair by Zhang Wen, and motioned for the two to follow him into the pavilion.

Pingling Yu and Zhou Jian together held the clogs on the stone steps, and the little eunuch came to pick up the snow water that leaned on the side, and the pavilion burned the earth dragon, and the translucent glass was installed on three sides, and there was a fire, which was very warm, and the saint sat slightly for a while, and Zhang Wen stepped forward to hold the cloak for him.

"I've always liked to do it myself, and I grilled it and spread the sauce on the other side, and it tasted delicious. The sage flipped the venison as he spoke, and the rice wine was hot on the stove, which tasted extremely mellow, and he reached out to grab a piece of meat for Zhou Jian and said with a smile, "You were with me when you were young, but you were like a dumpling, and you wanted to taste it when you saw me eating it, and before I even noticed, you were already drunk and lying in my arms, snoring, like a drunken cat." ”