The hundredth round

Qin Ying came to the sect and went straight to the sect's envoy's room, took the fish talisman and asked the deputy standing at the door to pass it on. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After seeing the envoy of the teaching workshop, Qin Ying didn't say too much to greet, and asked straight to the point, in addition to a few commonly used tunes in the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet, can the newly compiled tunes this year be used.

When the envoy heard this, he knew that Qin Ying was going to be the copywriter for the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, but then he became puzzled: "There are still seven days before the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet, and Lord Qin's copywriting has not yet passed?" So what did I receive the other day? ”

Qin Ying took a closer look at the silk book brought by the teaching envoy, gasped and said in surprise: "How is it possible." "The silk book is clearly printed with the chapter of the Ministry of Rites, and the song "Qing Shang Ling" is still selected.

She remembers "Qing Shang Ling" very well. A year ago, Qin Ying worked as a small servant in Zhonglu Pavilion in Pingkangfang, and Mei Xuan entered the teaching workshop, and played "Qing Shang Trick" with the girls of the teaching workshop on the third day of the third month of March. During that time, Mei Sanniang was rehearsing in the workshop, and Qin Ying accompanied her all the time.

The face of the teacher workshop analyzed solemnly: "Some people use the chapter of the Ministry of Rites to make silk books. He's either targeting your Rite Shrine or my Workshop. Have you offended anyone in the DPRK and China lately? He felt that Qin Ying's personality was easier to get angry than himself.

Qin Ying shook his head again and again: "No." ”

He was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about a way out, and clasped his hands together faintly: "This song "Qing Shang Ling" has been lined up for four or five days, and it is ready to be presented at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, so don't change it when Lord Qin is going to write the copy. ”

"Okay." Qin Ying responded, but her brows furrowed even deeper. If the pretentious ones are targeting the church, then the proposal of the workshop envoy can indeed avoid disaster. I'm afraid that the person who is pretentious is targeting himself......

Her copywriting has to echo the handover of many official offices, if as early as four or five days ago, someone sent a ghost to take the chapter of the Ministry of Rites and write a silk book and distribute it to various official offices, Qin Ying would be in great trouble.

The content of the silk book is correct. Once there is a problem of impropriety, isn't she, a copywriter, taking the blame?

Thinking about it like this, her back was drenched in cold sweat, and she immediately couldn't sit still. She got up with her temples throbbing and said, "This matter is not trivial, but the workshop envoy does not have to worry about it for the time being. I'll definitely figure out who's behind it. ”

The sect envoy looked at Qin Ying's thin figure that was only more than five feet tall when he stood up, and sighed: "There is Lord Lao Qin." ”

Now Qin Ying's top priority is to contact various government offices and ask if she has received the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet silk book issued by the Ministry of Rites.

She endured a headache and went to the government office three times, and found that they had indeed received the silk book. It's just that although the above content is a little different from the previous palace banquet standards, it doesn't exceed the etiquette system, and it seems that it was done by people in the Ministry of Rites.

Qin Ying sat in the carriage with his forehead against his forehead and sneered, locking the biggest suspicion in his heart on the ancestral hall Langzhong.

His meek and humble behavior when he was under his hands in the past made her relax her vigilance, and she calmly asked for leave to go to Zhongnan Mountain to meet another person in the world with the same name, surname, or even the same face. When he returned to the palace, he was replaced by an adjutant who harbored evil intentions.

- Isn't he satisfied now that he has become an ancestral hall? Do you have to do something to demote me from the Ministry of Rites to be comfortable?

Qin Ying grinded his teeth and thought secretly, feeling that he was struggling to walk on this official path. Whether you're doing well or badly, you're always watched by someone who is watching your actions, and Beneath Sven's thick exterior is a completely different heart.

At this time, she also knew why her copywriting couldn't pass. If Ancestral Langzhong didn't press her copywriting, how could he do it in private.

Qin Ying thought of a possibility: he drafted the copywriting instead of himself and handed it in, and then let the Ministry of Rites review it. Silk books with seals were distributed to various government offices.

The logic is very smooth and smooth, but Qin Ying is stuck on why he wants to overstep his bounds. Could it be that he has a remote and twisted personality and likes to do things for Qin Ying while embarrassing Qin Ying?

- No, most of the time he did this because he had some kind of trick to deal with him.

However, the process of the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet was wrongly regulated, and His Majesty wanted to blame it, and it was not only Qin Ying who was punished, but also the ancestral hall and the Ministry of Rites.

With a snap, Qin Ying's thoughts were ruthlessly blocked again.

Fortunately, Qin Ying read a few silk letters received by the official office, and had a preliminary calculation of how to write the copy.

Back at the official office of the Ministry of Rites, Qin Ying studied some pine smoke and ink, and put down his desk to write hard. She wants to make a draft of the copy while she can still bear the headache.

It took a small piece of ink to be used up for some time, Qin Ying threw the brush into the pen wash, shook her sore wrist, and she was so tired that she leaned against the wall behind her, showing an unsightly state of leaning up and resting.

After losing her cultivation, her stamina was no longer comparable to what she used to be. Leaning against the cold wall for a moment, Qin Ying exhaled a breath, feeling that his hands and feet were no longer so stiff, he sorted out his wrinkled and scattered robes, and got up on the paulownia floor, preparing to go back to the house to sleep first, and then sort out the official copy from these drafts.

However, Qin Ying was running around too much in the morning, and her physical strength was overdrawn, and when she walked out of the Ministry of Rites at this time, her eyes began to turn black. She didn't dare to say that she couldn't see the way forward, so she relied on her impression to go to the palace gate. Unknowingly, she bumped into someone, she bowed her head and apologized, and tried to walk away sideways but was caught by the wrist.

Qin Ying staggered and fell on top of the man, her last consciousness was that the man was as tall as herself, because her head was just right on the crook of the man's neck.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a golden embroidered tent. Qin Ying was very familiar with this embroidered tent in his previous life, although he had only seen it in the main hall of Donggong Li. At this time, Qin Ying shouted in his heart that he had collided with the prince and was very unlucky, and then turned his head and pretended to be frightened and called to Li Chengqian: "...... Your Highness? ”

Li Chengqian sat outside the tent and snorted in a nasal voice: "I haven't seen you these days, why is Lord Qin so weak?" ”

Qin Ying was stuffed into a quilt sheet and wrapped into a zongzi by him, only one head was exposed at this time, and the corners of her mouth forcibly pulled out a smile: "I didn't eat breakfast in order to rush to the court meeting." ”

He looked at her unnatural expression coldly and said, "You just try to trick me." ”

Hearing this, she swallowed and foamed, trying her best to hide her weakness of heart and shortness of breath: "How dare Qin deceive the future monarch." ”

Li Chengqian knew that Qin Ying was sometimes a scoundrel like hob meat, and there was no way to take her, so he had to change the topic knowingly: "The ball of straw paper in your sleeve is paste, and you need to repair it quickly." You read it, I'll write it. ”

Qin Ying coughed and said, "How can this kind of thing done by a little clerk with a pen be done by His Highness." ”

"Are you afraid that I won't be able to be a scribe?" The cold light in his eyes rested on Qin Ying's body through the heavy embroidered tent, and Qin Ying had goosebumps all over his body.

“…… Qin didn't dare. "She hit a spirit.

(To be continued.) )