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What is the sound?

Under the reflection of the fireworks, the shadows of the trees are sparse.

Yao Hongyi heard the sound of cracking, which spread continuously, gradually.

- "'Report the king's intention on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king', Ah Yi, come, read to Daddy. ”

- "Repay the king's gold...... Gold ......"

――"'Golden Terrace', 'Repay the King's Golden Terrace'......"

In the cold wind, he inexplicably recalled a scene from his childhood.

It was the first poem he studied.

Children from other families, when they go to school, the first capital of learning is "the bright moonlight in front of the bed", or "the afternoon of hoeing day", but his father taught him Li He's "Yanmen Tai Shou Xing".

- "Daddy, what is the Golden Terrace, and are there a lot of gold?"

- "Golden Terrace, ......"

In the memory, his father stroked his head and patiently explained: "In the Warring States, King Yanzhao once built a platform to put a thousand gold on it to recruit talents, and the ancients said: 'The king treats me as a national soldier, and I will repay the national soldier', so people with lofty ideals can hold a sword and fight to repay the king's appreciation." ”

"Ah...... That's right. ”

"Ah Yi studied hard, and in the future, he will carry the sword to fight for the official family, okay?"

Yao Hongyi still remembers that he replied like this at that time: "Sword...... That's supposed to be martial arts, why does Daddy want his children to study hard?"

"The literati use the pen as a sword, and they can also settle the world. ”

He seems to understand whether he understands or not.

But in ignorance, the seeds of loyalty to the country were quietly sown.

……

His thoughts suddenly became messy, and Yao Hongyi opened his mouth to speak, but found that his throat was hoarse and thirsty.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Official...... It's Mingjun. The king's appreciation is as heavy as a mountain and as deep as the sea, and how can a courtier repay him with resentment?"

Pang Ji smiled strangely, although it was expected, he was also relieved.

He knew that Yao Hongyi had been shaken.

"Labor...... Guess who's in the hands of the book?" Coldly, Pang Ji asked.

Yao Hongyi couldn't answer for a while.

How would he know who was in the hands of the book?

Actually, it's not hard to guess. Pang asked and answered himself.

"Huh?"

"All you need to know is what is written in the first volume. ”

Yao Hongyi even felt that Pang Ji was teasing him: "The teacher said that he was laughing, since the whereabouts of the next volume are unknown, how can I know the contents?"

Pang Ji smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and his demeanor was calm: "The title of this book is "Hengshu", and those who "weigh" are also "checks and balances". ”

"Checks and balances ......"

"What is written in the second volume is the art of balancing the power of kings. ”

Yao Hongyi felt a stirring in his heart, and muttered: "Then, the first volume ......"

"What is written in the above volume is naturally the king's method of balancing and balancing his ministers. ”

Pang Ji said firmly.

Yao Hongyi's eyes widened in surprise, his face changed suddenly, and he blurted out: "The last volume is at the official's house!"

It's not a question, it's an affirmative sentence.

No wonder......

No wonder!

Recalling a series of measures taken by the official family since he ascended the throne, he has gone from being a lonely man who was constrained by his relatives and civil servants to ......

- "Over the years, I still haven't reminded myself for a moment that I can't refuse that person's advice. ”

In front of the Peony Pavilion that day, Pang Ji said this.

Even the prime ministers who have gone through three dynasties and the ministers appointed by the first emperor have to scruple about this.

……

"The first volume is the ...... that was given out in the year the book was written"

Yao Hongyi suddenly remembered what the shopkeeper said, and couldn't help asking, "Teacher, when was this book written?"

Pang Ji took the book out of his arms and turned to the last page.

In the lower left place, the words "Spring of the Twentieth Year of Chunzhao of the Great Song Dynasty" are written.

Twenty years of Chunzhao?

Yao Hongyi recalled and pondered carefully, frowned, and said: "The great victory of Hejian Mansion personally conquered by the official family is the second year of Chunzhao's second year......"

"Hmm. ”

"This is not conclusive evidence. ”

Pang Ji's eyes didn't even blink: "If someone else gets the first volume of this book, it won't be his turn to be the official." ”

Yao Hongyi's underwear under thick clothing was soaked with cold sweat.

If this word spreads, the nine clans will be sentenced lightly.

But the most conclusive evidence, Pang Ji can't say.

In the twenty-first year of Chunzhao, he imitated Guan Yixing's handwriting to write letters, and planted stakes to blame. At that time, Chai Nan had already secretly laid out. At that time, he had already taken control of the Imperial City Division.

If he is Chunzhao in the twentieth year of his reign and obtains the first volume of "Hengshu......

The time is just right.

This can explain why the ordinary King Yue is the one who has the last laugh.

It's not that he looks away.

……

The night was dark.

Gradually, the snowflakes fell.

A petal fell on Pang Ji's forehead, and the sudden coolness made him come back to his senses.

"Shop, shop!"

He shouted.

The shopkeeper was probably waiting, and they hurried to hear the sound.

"Huge man, what do you command?"

Pang Ji took out a silver ingot from his bosom and handed it to the shopkeeper: "Tomorrow, you go to find two strong men and cut down this tree for the old man." ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the magnolia tree beside him.

It was the one he used to chat with Le Song under it.

Yao Hongyi was incredulous: "Chopped?"

"Well, cut it. ”

"Why?"

"Let's go. ”

Pang Ji didn't answer him, and just walked leisurely in the direction of the carriage outside the door.

……

"Is it stewed with skin?"

In the stove room of the Babao Teahouse, Chai Jue asked in disbelief.

Le Lin was making condiments quickly, and took time to look at Chai Jue. I saw that he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and he didn't dare to start.

"yes, stewed with skin. ”

"Are you sure you don't have to peel?"

Chai Jue asked repeatedly with confirmation.

Le Lin sighed, walked to the cutting board, and snatched the kitchen knife: "I'll do it anyway." ”

With the knife in hand, the pork belly with skin is cut into dozens of equal rectangular pieces.

"Do you really eat it with the skin?"

Le Lin didn't answer him, just smiled lightly, blinked her eyelashes, and called, "Eh, Chai Jue." ”

"Huh?"

"Would you like to try a different hairstyle?"

Chai Jue couldn't catch the essentials for a while: "Why?" He touched the bun on his head, and said suspiciously: "Isn't the hosta bad?"

"Not good. ”

"Wouldn't it be more handsome to wear a scarf?" he really thought "he" was talking about hair accessories.

Le Lin put the pork belly into the casserole, looked at him sideways, and smiled, "I think ...... it."

"What do you think?"

"I think a bun or a bun would be the best fit. ”

"Ah, you!" Chai Jue realized that "he" was ridiculing his mother-in-law.

Le Lin looked at his unconvinced and unrefutable look, and laughed loudly.

"You're still laughing!"

Chai Jue was annoyed and angry.

"Okay, stop laughing at you. Le Lin put the sliced pork belly in a pot under cold water, I don't know what she thought, she suddenly stopped moving, for a long time, or for a moment, she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Eh, I want to ask you a question." ”

"Knowing everything, saying everything. Chai Jue said with a smile.

"If I ......" Le Lin secretly pinched her palm, and asked in one breath: "If you don't go back to the palace and stay with us to watch the fireworks, will you agree?"

……