As soon as the words came out, Pang Ji was stunned to find that this was a pleading tone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He begged the officials for their dignity without dignity.

The official turned his head sideways, looked at him playfully, and smiled lazily.

"Prime Minister,"

He said: "A dignified person will not do such a thing as framing a blame. ”

Pang Ji's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

It's cold, it's painful, and it's even sadder.

The official unconsciously turned the jade wrench on his thumb and said, "In the same way, a dignified person will not do anything to blackmail others. ”

The tone is faint, as if chatting about something inconsequential.

Pang Ji didn't know the essentials, and looked at the official family blankly.

"Prime Minister, I'm not a dignified person."

In his smile, there was disdain that he couldn't hide and didn't want to hide.

Disdain for such a thing as "dignity".

"I don't even have something, but the prime minister asked me to leave a little for you, isn't this a little confused?"

The official asked.

Outside the window, the fresh green of the birch and elm trees shone in the reflection of the setting sun.

Sour berry grass and copper coin grass are clustered here and there, and they are luxuriant.

The aroma of trees and grass calmed down a little.

"The official is right......

He didn't even have the strength to sigh, and muttered, "It's really the old minister who is confused." ”

The official picked up the teacup and motioned for Pang Ji to clink glasses.

"Prime Minister."

"The minister is here."

The corners of the official's mouth hooked up with an indescribable smile.

Pang Ji could only see the sarcasm in his smile, he raised his glass, touched and drank it all. When I blinked my eyes, I missed the helplessness and bitterness in the eyes of the officials.

"The prime minister and I are really the same people."

At that time, Pang Ji only thought that the official family was laughing at him, or was he laughing at himself...... It wasn't until a long, long time later that he understood the meaning of these words.

……

The moonlight was blue and faint, as if it was falling from the sky.

On the streets of Xishi, under the lush old banyan tree, Old Man Li was packing up Ji Qin and preparing to close the stall and return home.

A dark shadow came behind him.

Old man Li suddenly turned around, and an old man in an official uniform stood in front of him.

It didn't rain.

But the old official's face was dark and gloomy as if he had been drenched in the water-colored moonlight.

"Uncle, I want to listen to music."

Old man Li was about to refuse politely, but he looked up and saw the man handing him a piece of gold.

It is worth two or thirty taels of silver.

"What kind of music do the officials listen to?"

Old man Li hurriedly responded earnestly, re-erected Ji Qin, and asked again: "Do you listen to "Flat Sand and Falling Geese", "Fisherman's Q&A", or "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats"?" ”

Most of the officials liked elegant and quiet tunes. Old man Li usually plays some minor tunes in the market, and the more elegant ones he only knows these three.

Unexpectedly, the old official hummed in a daze: "'I'm like...... The Caged Bird...... It's hard to spread your wings......'"

"Oh, it's "Sitting in the Palace Courtyard and Sighing to Yourself"!"

He sat back on the stool, took the bow, and fiddled with the piano: "Good! Official, you really know how to do it, this song is a tune written by Le Gong himself, and he wrote it himself. ”

With that, gently pull up the prelude.

Ji Qin's timbre is thick and heavy, and there is a kind of vicissitudes like crying.

Singing with the chords, Old Man Li sang leisurely: "Today I'm sitting in the palace courtyard, thinking to myself and sighing-"

"Suddenly looking back--all these years--It's really not miserable-"

As he sang, he secretly looked at the person in front of him.

Look at his clothes, he should be a person who is not rich or noble, and he is pampered, why does he love to listen to such miserable songs?

I saw that the old official listened and listened, and suddenly turned around. Old man Li thought he was leaving, but he didn't expect him to turn his back to him and stand still.

"I'm like -- the caged bird, with wings that can't spread—"

"I'm like -- the tiger left the mountain, and was lonely—"

Was it his delusion? Old man Li saw the old official's shoulders swaying, and under the pressure of curiosity and puzzlement, he continued to sing:

"I'm like a goose from the south, lost and scattered-"

As he sang and sang, he heard the old official's sobbing sound.

"I'm more like that shallow water dragon -- trapped on the beach-"

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Under the banyan tree, the sound of the piano, the melodious chanting, and the low crying of the old officials from time to time interweave a sad movement.

"Ason, Ason...... Repent for the teacher...... I regret it......"

Old man Li vaguely heard this.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was, let alone who "Ah Song" was.

He was extremely curious about what priceless treasures this old official had lost, so that he would regret not doing so much in such a cool night.

Old man Li had no way to comfort him, so he had to sing the "Sitting in the Palace and Sighing to Yourself" again.

- "I'm like -- the caged bird, with wings that are hard to spread-"

"I feel like - the shallow water dragon - trapped in the beach......"

"I seem to ...... Wild Goose ...... from the South"

……

The inner courtyard of the Babao Tea House, in front of the Zhulan Banqiao.

The sky is peculiarly gloomy on the eve of rain and snow.

The sky was full of thick gray clouds.

- "When the time comes, you who use means as a stratagem will sooner or later reap the consequences!" ”

"Lelang" said this sentence, the speaker may not be intentional, but the listener is intentional.

Pang's long-standing memory was suddenly awakened.

Means?

Strategy?

It was precisely because he confused the two that he thought wrong and took the wrong step.

It is difficult to ride a tiger, and it has fallen to this day.

- "Since Guan Yixing's deduction of military pay is conclusive evidence and sufficient to punish the crime, why should Shao Bao have to be involved in that matter?" Plain dirty hands ......"

If he was willing to listen to Le Song's advice.

- "Shaobao, unscrupulous means are different from strategizing! ”

It was too late to repent.

It's hard to return from hating mistakes.

Pang Ji's right hand, which was holding the food plate, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Teacher?"

Yao Hongyi noticed that his expression was inappropriate, and called softly.

He shook his head slowly.

Over there, "Le Lang" and Ge Mincai, Wen Yanbo and others were still arguing loudly.

- "Ahem! ”

Pang Ji coughed heavily, the sound of strife gradually stopped, and everyone looked at him puzzled.

"Everyone, listen to the old man."

The crowd waited silently for his next step.

But he stopped talking several times.

Finally, Pang Ji looked at "Le Lang" with deep meaning and said: "Unscrupulous means are completely different from strategizing. ”

Le Lin didn't know what the meaning of his words was when he quoted him, and exchanged an inquiring look with Chai Jue.

Chai Jue couldn't guess either, so he had to shake his head gently.

Over there, Pang Ji said again: "As long as it is for the sake of the overall situation, as long as it is beneficial to the society and the common people, it is not too much to use any means." ”

At the beginning, when he made up his mind to frame Guan Yixing, he repeatedly said this sentence to himself.

He is for the imperial court to eliminate traitors, and he made this decision for the sake of the people of the Great Song Dynasty.

But...... Is that really the case?

As soon as Pang's words came out, Ge Mincai, Wen Yanbo and others immediately showed joy.

However......

"No," Pang Ji changed his words: "Everyone, it's not like that. ”

……