The autumn wind and falling leaves, broken willows and residual lotuses, these originally imagined scenes, coupled with the sorrow of going to the country and the joy of surviving in danger, are the best poetry materials for literati. But the moment he stepped into Lin'an Mansion, Liu Yue, the host and guest secretary of the Ministry of Rites, lost his long-brewing interest, and he couldn't imagine that the strong neighbors in the north had already sharpened their knives and Huo Huo was almost ready to make a move, and the Jingshi was still a beautiful scene of flowers and a comfortable appearance.

He was the third-ranking official in the mission to the north, second only to Liu Yu and Lu Shimeng, the chief and deputy envoys, and he was also older than the rest of the group, and there were old and young people at home waiting to be fed, so the qualification of the first person to return to Beijing fell on his head. Almost as soon as the mission stepped into the capital, he didn't even stay in the post house for a day, and he didn't see the appearance of the enemy capital clearly, so he took the two accompanying halls and turned straight back, which was really a passing scene, but he didn't feel that he was being entertained in his heart, only indescribable gratitude.

Because every way to the north, the situation they saw was shocking, the Yuan people were blatantly preparing for war, such a large scale to be said to be for prevention, only afraid that the ghosts would not believe it, so what is the future of their line, the two chief and deputy envoys don't know, the small officials under them are all talking about it, and they are sent back in a grand way, I don't know how many colleagues are secretly envying them.

"Liu Yuanwai, when you get here, even if the envoys of the brothers are done, I will go to the palace to restore my life, if you want to go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, you can still go the same way." Seeing that the city gate was in sight, one of the attendants was on the horse, and he bowed his hand and said.

"Labor two Yu Hou sent each other, Liu is grateful, but there are still some private matters to do, so I won't delay the two of them to do an errand, it's better to just live here, he has to be free to drink and drink with the two, please!" Liu Yue returned the salute, the road ahead was different, the other party was on business, he avoided the road and made a polite gesture.

The path of civil and military affairs has almost become a trend of fire and water in the Great Song Dynasty, but after the southern crossing, the state has become increasingly tense, and the status of military generals has gradually improved. Running back and forth for tens of thousands of miles, there is some meaning of life and death, Liu Yue naturally will not put any literati in front of them, the two palaces are on a mission, and they are not polite, and they said "There will be a period later" and rode away first.

The ministry and his own home are in front of him, but Liu Yue is going to take another road (5)⊥dǐng(5)⊥diǎn(5)⊥小(5)⊥ said,.2☆3.≮os_(); , he did not enter from the nearest Yuhang Gate in front of him, but chose not to go around the city. All the way down, through the Zhaoqing Temple under the gem mountain, the towering city tower eaves on the Qiantang Gate are already in sight.

"Your sister is getting more and more clear, is it because your appetite is not good and she can't tolerate the heat?" Tingchao didn't say anything, just smiled.

In the main room in the backyard of Liu Mansion in Xingqingfang, a girl of about the same age looked at Jing Niang next to her, and said with some emotion, although she was talking in her mouth, the movements in her hands did not stop, with the beat of the music, straightening, elongating, and bending, sometimes stopping in front of her chest, sometimes in the back of her head~, there are diǎn like extremely slow dance movements.

When she was going to help another girl, the people had already jumped up by themselves, rushed to bring a basin of water she had prepared to the shelf, and took a handful of cotton towels, which were useless but handed them directly to Jing Niang, and snatched the work that should have been done.

"Sister Yun, you are a lady of a prince's family, how dare I ask you?" Jing Niang took it with a smile, and couldn't help but tease her when she looked at her low eyebrows.

"What kind of prince's house, the hollow radish is rotten, those people in the family, I don't know what the hell they are thinking, I don't know, I don't like to worry about them. It's easy to ask your father to come to you to hide Qingjing, you little conscienceless and teasing me, the one in your belly is blessed by the Bodhisattva, who is born with a broken mouth, and annoys you as a mother's headache, that's good. Xie Yun pointed to her abdomen and playfully returned the favor.

Of course, things are not as simple as Xie Yun said, her father's mind is all on the trade route in the south, I heard that there are rumors recently that the saint intends to add him to the two mansions, that is, the well-known ruling minister, is there a bargaining chip behind her in exchange? Xie Yun also faintly heard some rumors, originally thinking of going to the palace to complain to the saint, but he didn't expect Xie to send her here directly under the pretext of being unwell.

In fact, her friendship with Jing Niang is not close, and what she really befriends is Ye Yingji's daughter-in-law, Ye Niang, the eldest man of Ye Mansion, the two are quite old and in the same situation, both of them have reached the age of talking about marriage, and they both have a girl's dream for the future. And the one in front of her, although she is about the same age, she has long been a wife, and she is still married to a young upstart born in this dynasty, what do you say to her? Envy, jealousy, or hatred.

If you want to say that there are really some jealousies, what makes the saint worry about before leaving the palace is not her niece and granddaughter, but an irrelevant person with a foreign surname, Yun Niang's heart will inevitably be a little tasteful, but from a big family, this diǎn cultivation kung fu is still there, how can it be seriously revealed.

Jing Niang didn't have time to guess her intentions, except for waiting for her husband to come back wholeheartedly, she had to raise the little life in her womb in peace. Of course, according to her husband's arrangement, she will also learn to understand some outside things, such as the court bureau, it is rumored that Wang Entropy, who is more than seventy-five years old, Wang Pingzhang, has been getting worse and worse recently, and he will be sick at both ends in three days, and almost all the burdens of the two mansions are pressed on the shoulders of the two ministers on the left and right. I don't want to enter the DPRK to wade this troubled water.

Looking at the bright girl in front of her who is about to become the daughter of the ruler, there are some small psychology of gains and losses, Jing Niang can't help but think of herself that day, even if she is the princess of the emperor, she will be upset when she encounters this kind of lifelong event, but fortunately, she has only taken the initiative once in her life, which has brought her unexpected gains, otherwise Yun Niang's today may be herself.

"The wild goose goes south to the twilight cloud to harvest, who asks, the brocade book is difficult to send, and the autumn is frightened overnight." Yun Niang muttered with a piece of paper and read, it was just Jing Niang's pen practice, not that she intended to hurt the spring and autumn.

"He's been there for more than two months, right?"

As the saying goes, 'poetry is based on words', and with this sentence, Jing Niang already knows what this smart girl has guessed. Since half a month ago, she has some heart palpitations inexplicably, and often wakes up from her dreams, Yun Niang remembers it well, more than two months have passed, her husband has no news, not a word, if it is not for the child in the womb to support, people are afraid that they have fallen.

Listening to the tide of worry is written on the face, the words of persuasion are repeated many times, the effect will get worse and worse, fortunately, Jing Niang's will is still strong, the night is not enough to make up for the day, in order to achieve a good sleep state, she does not hesitate to use a lot of exercise to make herself tired, originally this will be after the exercise to take a bath and sleep, but there is an uninvited guest.

"Big lady, there is a guest in the front yard who wants to see you." Peach's little face appeared behind the curtain, but it saved Jing Niang's tongue, she didn't want to tell others that she remembered every hour she was separated from her husband.

"What kind of guest, did you say that the lady wants to recuperate and don't see outsiders?" Listening to the tide's words was a pun, but Yun Niang was unheard.

"The old housekeeper said, it's Lang Jun's colleague who has just entered the city, and the eldest lady is still" Before Peach's words fell, an exclamation sounded in the house, Jing Niang turned her head and looked at her in surprise, the news of her husband, what are you doing with it?

Yun Niang smiled and picked up the piece of paper, walked over and whispered in her ear, "Hong Yan is here." ", and then made a look at her, and called the maid who was waiting outside without waiting to stay, Jing Niang hurriedly put on her coat, and when she stopped dressing, Yun Niang just changed into a hat and sent the guest out.

"Don't bother me, one last word of advice, the sage said, let you have time to enter the palace." Jing Niang diǎndiǎn head, sent her out through the side door, and watched her get into the carriage of Xie Mansion before turning around and walking to the front yard, and at this moment her mood has fluctuated a little, is it really that the husband sent someone to bring a letter back from the north?

The Imperial City Division was built at the beginning of the founding of the country, and it was called the 'Wude Division' when Taizu was in Taizong, and it was changed to the Imperial City Division in the sixth year of Taizong's Taiping Rejuvenation of the Kingdom. After the southern crossing, it was once abandoned, after the establishment of the camp armies, and set up a guard post in it, in the first year of Shaoxing, it was renamed 'the line in the Imperial City Division', and the people of the Beijing Division still called it the Imperial City Division.

No matter how these titles change, as the eyes and ears of the Son of Heaven, the functions of detectives from all over the court and the capital have not changed much, and the rules of serving as military attachés in the inner chamberlain have also been preserved, and most of the time they are temporary dispatches, such as this time the mission to the north.

In fact, the entire escort team headed by Yang Lei is all suspended in the Imperial City Division, and even if it is a mission when he returns to Beijing, according to the level of his position, like an ordinary palace is naturally responsible for the judge, and the ministers of the three yas like Yang Lei are directly sent by the saints, and they can't control it.

"That's all? You Marquis Yu have other instructions. ”

The large inner area of Lin'an City roughly includes the entire Wu Mountain, and the Imperial City Division, a small official with only seven nominal grades, is located in a house at the foot of Wu Mountain, which is not only very narrow compared to other places, but also far inferior in numbers, where it looks like a terrifying spy agency.

In the main room, an inner attendant checked the waist cards of the two, looked at the documents they brought, frowned and asked, this document is too general, basically a running water account all the way north, when to start, where to sharpen, what happened along the way, how long a certain envoy stayed somewhere, etc., the text is dry and the content is lackluster, and there is nothing eye-catching.

"If you go back to the capital, this is the first batch of us, we just arrived in the capital of the Yuan people when we set off, how can we know what they did later, Yu Hou will not send me to send it here even if there is news, I know how to forget." One of the halls bowed straight down, and his height was much taller than that of the chamberlain, so that the two sides could look at eye level.

"Alas, that's right, you don't say that the miscellaneous family has forgotten, it's okay to hand over this Laoshzi to us, you work hard all the way back to rest for two days, the matter on duty is not in a hurry, and you can wait for the empty miscellaneous family to arrange it for you." The chamberlain smiled, waved them out, and casually put the paper on the shelf behind him.

The whole room, except for the bookcase in front of him, is all this kind of wooden shelf more than one person high, on which similar documents are placed in different categories, and the basis of classification is not a subset of scriptures and histories, nor the origin of personnel, but the year, month and day, and the dǐng on the shelf is pasted with the words "September 13 of the first year of Deyou".