Pingzhi was in a daze, silently counting the days when she left the palace - at the end of the year, she would be able to leave the palace. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, at the end of last year, she was supposed to leave the palace, but the emperor insisted on speaking and stayed for another year.

The emperor gave her generously, and gave her an extra gift of great value, in exchange for the gadgets that Concubine Niangniang had rewarded her with back then.

Compared to the emperor's reward, those gadgets are worth nothing at all.

But Pingzhi is still a little melancholy, and the traces left by Concubine Niangniang in her life are finally gone.

The palace is chaotic and waiting for the concubine - from the time I saw the mother in Chuxiu Palace, I went to the mother, it was like a dream.

But everything in the room, the empty east room, the books on the shelves, and the manuscripts on the desk, told her that this was not a dream.

Lian Zeyu looked at the table.

The ink on the inkstone on it was dry, and a pen was still on the pen holder, which had not been cleaned and had long since dried hard.

A book was half-spread out, with an openwork silver bookmark in it, and under the book were several pages of manuscripts, the contents of which he did not need to read, and he already knew by heart.

""The Dream of Trust" is folded, there are many points to discern, this dream is the dream of Shichiro? Or is it the dream of Su Wu? Or is it Li Ling's dream? There is also a play that this is not a dream, but a hermit in the mountains. Su and Li are particularly controversial, but Yang Yang has the same sound, and the old man seen in the dream here is Mu ......"

When we got here, it came to an abrupt end.

He vaguely recalled that night, when he came here late at night, and she put down the pen - he didn't want to recall what happened later, but it became more and more real, real like a circle of iron hoops, binding him tightly.

Every word he had asked Shang Xuesleeve was like a sharp thorn on an iron hoop, and now it finally made his blood flow.

He pressed his forehead.

Under his eyes, in addition to the things left over from Shang Xue's sleeves writing on the desk that night, there were also two folds on the table.

He placed it here, not to be known.

One is a joint excerpt of Xiao Qian's joint excerpt from thousands of miles away and hundreds of people.

There is also a book, but it is Xiao Qian's private fold, and there is a gold medal in it.

It was a gold medal for avoiding death that the first emperor had given to the Marquis of Huaiyuan.

The private fold and the gold medal were handed over by Old Marquis Xiao, and there were not many words in them.

"Once the criminal minister was demoted and exiled to Xisai, he was finally able to compete with the servant Guanyin without distinction between high and low, and without the heavenly trench of the nobleman's play, he was able to marry, and bow to the east to thank the grace of heaven."

"The minister knows that he is guilty, and the crime is the heaviest in the minister's heart for more than 20 years."

"The sin is in the minister, without the king and without the father."

"The sin is in the minister's opinion, since Shang Xuesleeve is born for Ming Opera, he should die for Ming Drama."

"The sin lies in the courtiers, who dare to use the king as bait to lure them into emotion."

"As a man, Ranchen has to be accompanied by a single person, and he has no regrets when he dies. There is no way to bow to the past, and it is the reason to defile people and self-defile innocence and pray for life. ”

"The sinner knows that the holy candle shines alone, but the candle can illuminate a room, and it is difficult to illuminate an inch under the candle."

"The criminal ministers wept blood and bowed down, just asking for the gold medal of the Huaiyuan Marquis Mansion to avoid death in exchange for the peace of Shang Xue's sleeves."

Lian Zeyu had forgotten when these were sent to him.

Xiao Qian's excerpts, every word has a deep meaning.

He remembers...... At that time, he was just rushed by a wave of jealousy, hatred, sadness and unwillingness, and said to Huaiyuan Hou, who was trembling on the ground and no longer had a trace of Hou Ye's temperament: "Crying blood and kneeling, it is really affectionate, and I am willing to exchange this only life-saving straw from the mansion for the life of my sweetheart!" ”

At that time, Shang Xuesleeve was still in this world.

He never thought of asking for Shang Xuesleeve's life, but he was still willing to take back this death-free gold medal rewarded by the emperor logically.

It's just that even Xiao Qian knows that it is difficult to shine an inch under the candle, but he thinks that the dark and deserted corner on that side will be safe......

Now, he finally understood the deep meaning of this private fold, but there was no Shang Xue sleeve coming out.

This room...... He could only stay in the study, and he couldn't even stay in the bedroom for a moment.

And it was getting dark, and at night, he didn't dare to be here.

He stayed overnight, and that night, the words on the fold, as well as the words that Xiao Qian had said in the prison, suddenly rang in his ears, and what he had forgotten reminded him of it...... Keep talking...... And those days and nights that linger on death...... The delicate face is like a flower, and then it turns into a pinch of white bones......

Lian Zeyu lifted the bead curtain, looked back again, and then walked out of the door.

Pingzhi outside the room was frozen, just quietly wiped her nose, saw the door curtain move slightly, hurriedly opened the curtain, and saw that the emperor's face was still as calm as ever, so he didn't say much and followed behind.

After a while, the two of them had already arrived at the gate of the garden, and the guards skillfully locked it again after he came out, and Lian Zeyu saw that his father-in-law's face was flushed, and there were a few blood marks, and he frowned slightly: "What's the matter?" ”

"Back to the emperor, Concubine Quan wants to enter Changchun Garden."

But in the end, he didn't come in, and the father-in-law who blocked the way was just beaten.

Concubine Quan was originally the grandson daughter of the tiger of Jiangmen, this time, it was really a very affordable slap, but the father-in-law would rather be next to each other, and really let Concubine Quan in, in case the emperor's cherished and important objects left by the concubine Niangniang were damaged, and his little life may have to be explained.

Lian Zeyu said: "You did a great job, write it down yourself, and go back to receive the reward." I don't need you to wait for this, go find some ointment for yourself. ”

turned around and said to Pingzhi: "Go and pass the word, please teach the queen the rules of the concubine, this is the harem, not the back garden of the old general." ”

This was said very seriously, and Pingzhi had a layer of fine goosebumps on her back, and she quickly turned her head to run an errand.

Lian Zeyu threw up his sleeves and went straight to Liquan Palace, the prince is about to be two years old, and in another year, he should be literate...... Today's deliberation is to draw up a list of candidates recommended by the ministers.

He left the side of the Empress Dowager Xiao at the age of two, and the current prince should not be longer than a woman.

Since it is this point to summon people to discuss matters, and there is no intention to discuss it for a long time, Lian Zeyu ordered two Jinshi of this department, who was originally employed in the Hanlin Academy, and he tasted it for a short period of time, all of them are straightforward and atmospheric, flexible and flexible in dealing with people without losing scale, and he is also handsome and has a clear voice.

He put down his pen and said: "These two people are supplemented, and you have to pick an old and serious person to think of as a master." ”

Qian Jun said: "The minister thinks Wen Youqing is feasible. ”

Gu Jiayan said: "Although Wen Youqing has great talents, he has losses in his private business. The minister thinks that he should not be a teacher. ”

Lian Zeyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? ”

"Wen Youqing has a close relationship with the servants." Gu Jiayan said: "I heard that he also took the lead in pulling a group of literati to form a literary club to write plays and play dramas, which is really unorthodox. ”

The worm does not grow old

Today's second update~~ Hmm...... (thoughtful...... Actually, my mind is blank)