In the middle of the night on this day, the sound of partridges gradually sounded outside, far away and low, and in the corner of the wall under the window, there was the sound of autumn insects taking advantage of the winter future, very close to the last bit of strength. The dew under the moonlight condensed on the leaves of the bamboo forest, gradually lowering the bamboo leaves, and slipping from the tips of the leaves.

At this moment, there was silence in the room, and Yan Weizhang flipped through the book of "Drawing Water" in annoyance, only feeling that there was nothing worth reading except for those literati who chewed on the words and sold the words of the high wind and bright festival.

Yan Weizhang really felt that he couldn't understand the meaning of His Royal Highness the Nine.

Are you really old?

The sudden sound of the curtain ringing, seeing the person walking in, Yan Weizhang's eyes lit up, he took off the hot towel on his forehead, and when he was about to get up, Yan Houzhao hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and said with great concern: "What's wrong with my father?

"Well, it doesn't matter. ”

Yan Weizhang waved his hand, then pointed to the brocade beside him and sat down, only waiting for the reported subordinate to go out, then handed out the book pressed in his hand, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "This is sent by His Royal Highness Jiu, saying that it was written by Huguang Xuezheng, so that my father can take a good look, I called you here, and I also taught you to take a look." ”

When Yan Houzhao heard the words "Nine Emperor Princes", his originally inexplicable eyes became a little more meaningful, and he immediately took the book and opened it.

There was silence all around, and seeing his son looking at the anthology in his hand quite seriously, Yan Weizhang didn't say a word and waited quietly on the side.

I hope his son can see it.

"Good, good!"

Yan Houzhao's suddenly excited eyes made Yan Weizhang slightly stunned, and then nervously pressed Yan Houzhao's hand, Yan Houzhao immediately lowered his voice knowingly, almost unable to hide his joy.

"You see that?"

Hearing his father's question, Yan Houzhao almost firmly pinched the book in his hand, moved closer a little, and the corners of his lips hooked up with undisguised pleasure and killing intent.

"The Nine Emperors handed us a knife to get rid of the Zhang family's traitorous party. ”

When Yan Weizhang's pupils shrank, Yan Houzhao's last words came from his ears.

"Father, Zhang Huaizong will definitely die this time!"

……

The days gradually passed, but more than half a month, good news came from Liaodong, and Guo Shenzong's prestige once again resounded throughout Daxing, becoming a god-like figure in the eyes of the people. And under the sealing again and again, when Guo Shenzong had no official to add, the emperor made an exception to make an exception to make him the "General of the Pillar State", and the glory of the Guo family has jumped above all the prestigious families in Daxing, and now there is only one royal Xiao family.

At this time, it has been a month since the departure of the former first assistant Zhang Huaizong, and now Zhang Huaizong is already a person from the outside world who has retired in the old house in the countryside, and the cabinet is still headed by Yan Weizhang, and there seems to be no change.

And in this seemingly peaceful period, everyone was waiting for the New Year with the joy of the end of the year, and the arrival of Yan Weizhang's parent, Yan Houzhao, seemed to have opened another bloody storm.

"It's the first snow—"

Looking at the fluttering snow, the palace people in the palace were all happy, and several young palace ladies crowded under the corridor in groups to look at everything wrapped in silver, and there was a trace of yearning in their simple eyes.

"Crunch, squeak—"

The thick-soled deerskin boots made a slight sound when stepping on the snow, and Feng Wei, who was dressed in mink-faced fox fur, walked slowly towards the Qianqing Palace, and the little waiter wrapped in winter clothes beside him was carefully holding an umbrella for him, following step by step, and his hands and feet were extremely clever.

Feng Wei warmed his hands in the mink tube wrapped in the hand stove, but he didn't expect that in just one night, the snow on the ground would accumulate such a thick layer.

When Feng Weixing came to the Qianqing Palace, Lingbao, who was originally waiting under the eaves, immediately smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, and didn't even use an umbrella, so he hurried over.

"Apprentice, please be safe from the old man, Master. ”

Looking at the clever ghost in front of him, Feng Wei patted Lingbao's head with a smile, and Lingbao slowly walked towards the hall with Lingbao's support.

"Your Majesty, how can you serve you?"

Lingbao said with a smile when he heard this: "Master rest assured, Your Majesty will bring the dragon well before the rain boiled with snow water on the bamboo leaves, seven points of hot, just right, Your Majesty drank it and said Okay, and said Master, you have trained us all into essence." ”

Feng Wei saw the living treasure in front of him, where was it still like the person who couldn't see the scene and had weak legs when something happened, so he smiled in his eyes and said: "Listening to you say this, Your Majesty's Sacred Heart is happy today." (Note, Lingbao is Chapter 121, Han Zhen entered the palace overnight, and he urgently reported to Feng Wei's chamberlain.) ）

When he walked up to the platform, Lingbao carefully supported Feng Wei, for fear of slipping, when the waiter behind him collected the umbrella, Lingbao said in a low voice: "I received good news from Liaodong this morning, and Your Majesty's mouth has not been closed." ”

Feng Wei nodded when he heard this, and then let the inner servant lift the soft curtain, step into the threshold, and let Lingbao unload the crane for him, blocking Lingbao shook the snow, and when the crane was set up, Feng Wei had already straightened out the clothes inside, and went in respectfully.

Emperor Jianheng, who was lying on the kang in his spare time and was looking at the book, saw Feng Wei who came in, looked at it slightly, and then said loudly: "It's here." ”

Seeing this, Feng Wei hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Slave maid to Your Majesty to say goodbye." ”

Emperor Jianheng tilted his head slightly when he heard the voice, put down the book in his hand, and pillowed his head with his right hand and said: "Now that I have made palm prints for so long, why are you still so cautious, and I don't have the demeanor of the first eunuch of our Daxing Si Rite Supervisor." ”

Feng Wei raised his head with a smile when he heard this: "Your Majesty laughed at the slave maid, the seal in the slave maid's hand belongs to His Majesty, the slave maid is just a gatekeeper, and the slave and maid are used to it, so Your Majesty dislikes it." ”

When Emperor Jianheng heard this, he continued to look at the book in his hand and said: "That's it, the nature is difficult to change, and it is difficult for me to teach you, get up." ”

Feng Wei breathed a sigh of relief almost imperceptibly, and then stood up carefully, but he quickly saw a flash of satisfaction in the emperor's eyes.

After all, the emperor only likes obedient people, and this is the biggest difference between him and Wei An.

There was silence in the hall, the emperor looked at the book comfortably, Feng Wei quietly sorted out the notes on the case for the emperor with his hands and feet, and ordered someone to quietly come in and move the notes that had been approved red.

At this moment, the waiter outside walked in, hunched his waist and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Yan, the head of the household department, is here." ”

The original Yan Weizhang was originally a secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and his son Yan Houzhao became a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and later Xu Yan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, went to Yan Weizhang, and Yan Weizhang took Xu Yan's position, and his son Yan Houzhao followed and was transferred.

Feng Wei's hand moved slightly, but for a moment, he continued to do his own thing, the emperor turned over slightly, looked at the waiter, and then said, "Call in." ”

As soon as the words fell, the emperor was about to get up, Feng Wei, who was busy on the side, looked at it, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the emperor up, and when Emperor Jianheng sat up, he looked at Feng Wei beside him, but suddenly sighed: "You, it's a pity." ”

Feng Wei was slightly stunned when he heard this, and gradually heard the sound of footsteps, immediately stood up straight, silent, and the next moment, Yan Houzhao, who was dressed in court clothes, walked in with a body of wind and snow particles, looking at the snow on his eyebrows that had not yet had time to melt, and looked like a dusty man all the way.

It can be seen that something big has happened.