The snow outside fluttered and fell on the golden glazed tiles, covered with a layer of white frost and snow, and at a glance, it couldn't help but be a little dazzling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Along the top of the eaves, the shiny icicles condensed there, hanging under the eaves, the crystal snow water melted from the top and fell down the icicles, condensed at the top of the pillars drop by drop onto the platform, covering the ground to form a thin layer of ice.

The inside of the East Warm Pavilion is extraordinarily quiet, and the cloisonné pixiu incense burner on the case is surrounded by the smell of ambergris, and the warmth of the earth dragon is hot in the room. Emperor Jianheng was wearing a golden Panlong regular dress with a plate collar and narrow sleeves, his hair was neatly tied, and he was wearing a golden silk dragon winged crown, and he was staring down at the last few folds at the end of the year.

Originally, according to the FA rules, every Chinese New Year's Eve, the emperor would hold a "pen sealing" ceremony, and he could not open the pen again until the eighth day of the first lunar month to continue to deal with the affairs of the court. Looking at the two thin copies on hand, according to the temperament of Emperor Jianheng, who has never liked to delay, he naturally wants to finish the legacy of these years before the "sealing pen" ceremony, which can be regarded as a good luck.

The door of the East Warm Pavilion was gently pushed open, Emperor Jianheng did not raise his head when he heard the sound, his expression was still focused on the music in front of the case, and the sound of footsteps sounded slightly and cautiously, and a cleanly dressed imperial attendant was bowing his waist and serving a tray up, carefully taking away the Longjing before the rain that was already a little cold from the front of the case, and then changed a hot tea and gently rested it in front of the desk. Only then did he put the tray aside, and then softly lifted the lid of the incense burner, added a small piece of ambergris cake, and slightly flicked it with a gilt fire chopstick, and waited for the fragrance to rise lightly, and then carefully closed the lid of the incense burner.

The action is always, the waiter's hands are calm and quiet, leaving no sound, Emperor Jianheng is also satisfied, when all the service is completed, Emperor Jianheng looked up, and saw the back of the waiter, and the waiter next to him is completely different, although the waiter in front of him is also cautious, but it is rare to reveal a few traces of elegance and temperament.

Emperor Jianheng looked at it, then lightly lowered his eyes, looked at the music in front of him, and said in a deep voice as if talking to himself: "Where did the music of Lanzhou Lingxun be put a few days ago. ”

After the words fell, the waiter who was about to walk to the door paused slightly, seemed to hesitate, and finally carefully turned to put the tray in his hand on the desk next to him, and then cautiously turned back, put his hands in front of him, his head hung slightly, and said tentatively in a very respectful and humble tone: "Your Majesty, let the little one find it for you." ”

Emperor Jianheng, who was originally flipping through the chapters, raised his eyes when he heard this, glanced at the humble and cautious figure in front of him, and looked at it, there was silence in the room, which made the people standing under the dragon case can't help but fall into tension, and their hands can't help but clench their hands involuntarily, but they still force themselves to calm down.

"Hmm. ”

The waiter didn't know how long he had been standing, and he seemed to be nervous and numb in his hands and feet, and finally heard the indifferent sound of consent left above, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he had already walked up calmly and calmly under his feet, and stood carefully beside the dragon case, and naturally pulled out the seventh letter from the third stack of chapters in front of Emperor Jianheng, and softly unfolded it to glance at it, and then respectfully handed it to his eyebrows and offered it with both hands.

"Your Majesty. ”

Emperor Jianheng glanced at the person in front of him again, took the letter without seeing his expression, opened it and lowered his eyes lightly, but he paused slightly, and then turned to look at the person beside him respectfully burying his head.

"You've read books. ”

Hearing Emperor Jianheng's voice, although he didn't express it, the chamberlain knew that he was asking himself, so he replied very decently: "Back to Your Majesty, I read a little bit before." ”

"I don't think you look like an old man in front of the emperor, where did you go on an errand in the past. ”

Emperor Jianheng glanced at the man unintentionally, then held up the teacup, brushed the tea foam slightly, and took a sip, whether it was the color of the tea soup, the heat of the tea, or the taste of the tea, it was exactly in line with his preferences.

Wei An is not in the palace today, except for him, the tea brewed by the imperial servant next to him has never been so wishful, Emperor Jianheng rubbed the blue and white porcelain pattern on the tea cup, and groaned slightly.

"Xiao Yuan worked as a secretary in the Seal Ribbon Prison, and was transferred to the Imperial Front on an errand about half a month ago. ”

Emperor Jianheng nodded indifferently when he heard this, he could be a secretary in the seal and ribbon prison, it seems that he does have some talent, thinking of this, Emperor Jianheng casually put the teacup in front of the case and said: "Your tea-making skills are the same as Wei An's." ”

When the chamberlain heard this, he was immediately flattered and replied honestly: "The little one doesn't dare to hide it from Your Majesty, Your Majesty's preferences are all taught by Wei Changgong himself, today Wei Changgong went to the Dingguo Mansion to announce the decree, worried that he was not there, and it was not good to serve His Majesty, so he specially instructed the small ones a few times, so he was relieved." ”

Emperor Jianheng nodded appreciatively when he heard this, and said casually: "If you talk about the person who knows my heart the most, it is none other than Wei Changgong, he is indeed loyal." ”

The chamberlain lowered his head when he heard this, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, these words were indeed praising Wei An, but whether the Son of Heaven in charge of Daxing in front of him thought so in his heart, it was not certain.

Coming back from outside the palace at this moment, Wei An, who was about to return, had already heard the movement in the house, so he quietly waited outside the gate, listening to everything in the house with bated breath.

Originally, I thought that there was a boy who didn't know whether to live or die dared to cling to the Sacred Heart when he was away, and when he was secretly writing it down, he heard that the little inner supervisor was very clever, although he was making up nonsense, but he still knew that he would take credit for him in front of the saint, but from a distance, he didn't know much.

It seems that he is just a newcomer who is not worth mentioning.

At this moment, hearing Emperor Jianheng praise him like this, Wei An's treacherous and cunning eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible pride.

Emperor Jianheng originally just asked casually, but when he heard the chamberlain in front of him say that Wei An actually knew every one of his preferences, disgust gradually grew in his originally suspicious heart.

This Wei An looked at himself more and more, and his words seemed to be a Wei An, and his dignified son of heaven couldn't do without him.

Indeed, Wei An has been by his side for too long and knows too much, precisely because he understands himself, he can silently solve many things for him that he is not good to solve personally, and can recite some words for him that the Son of Heaven should not recite, and he has never asked Wei An about all kinds of bad things over the years. (Note: In fact, Wei An is a typical "empathetic" person who takes the initiative to take the blame for the emperor, and understands the sacred heart, so as to gain the emperor's favor and put it into greed and desire.) ）

Doesn't ask, doesn't mean acquiescing.

The human heart is greedy, but there should be a limit to greed.

The man of the world can only be a puppet in his hands, and he controls all the threads with one hand, and no one can be allowed to break away from it in vain.

Not to mention, Wei An, the eunuch who was raised by him.

"You put your head up. ”

The chamberlain paused slightly when he heard this, and then raised his head, and Emperor Jianheng saw the person in front of him clearly, and he couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

It seems that the person in front of him has upright and handsome eyebrows, as if he should be a handsome man of seven feet, wearing court clothes, standing proudly above the court, but now he is standing here.

"What's your name. ”

The person in front of him pondered for a long moment, and then lowered his head and said respectfully: "The little one's name is Feng Wei." ”

"Feng Wei—"

Emperor Jianheng groaned in his words, and then nodded and said, "Stand down." ”

When Feng Wei in front of him bowed his head respectfully and withdrew, Emperor Jianheng's originally lowered head was raised slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of unpredictability.