The Mansion of the Ministry of Officials.

The sedan chair carried by several wind people slowly fell in front of the mansion, the sedan curtain was gently lifted, and a middle-aged man in a crimson official robe poked his head out of the sedan chair.

The streets were lit up and there were few pedestrians, and the occasional beatings and screams pierced the silence of the evening. Ji Qingyun bowed and was about to get off the sedan chair, following the sound and couldn't help but look up, and soon, the scimitar in Fengren's hand seemed to be slowly appearing in his afterglow.

Ji Qingyun only felt a chill behind him, and he could feel that at this moment, the eyes of those wind people who were hiding in the shadows or guarding next to him must be focused on him. After a pause for two seconds, Ji Qingyun stepped down from the sedan chair, sighed an imperceptible cold breath in his mouth, and then went straight into the mansion.

On weekdays, when he entered the house, he would habitually nod and smile at the guards inside and out, comforting them for their hard work of the day, but after everything was wrong these days, he just took a fast step and walked to the study of the Green Bamboo Courtyard without changing his eyebrows. The study room in the Green Bamboo Courtyard was the only place where he could take a serious breath these days. Simply because there, the wind man has less sight.

The door of the study was gently opened by the little servant Ah Cheng, and Ji Qingyun looked at Ah Cheng from a distance and his expression seemed to be a little wrong, so he sped up and rushed into the study.

"Lord Ji." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bai Bait stepped out of the picture screen and saw a familiar face.

Ji Qingyun took off his official hat, and the figure that appeared in front of the painting screen made him pause for a few seconds, only to see that this person was dressed in jet-black men's clothes, with three thousand long hair coiled high, bound by a wooden hairpin.

"My lord, this is the white girl of the Water Pavilion Getai, have you forgotten?" Ah Cheng took the official hat in Ji Qingyun's hand and continued to explain, "The white girl has been waiting here for a day. ”

After a while, Ji Qingyun saw clearly that it was the old man who came. On weekdays, there are many affairs between the DPRK and China, and Ji Qingyun always goes to the Water Pavilion to listen to Bai Bait sing small songs, and Bai Bait's singing voice seems to understand his heart, and over time, the two often sing about wine together and talk about the beauty of the orchestra. Over the years, Bai Bait has also been one of Ji Qingyun's few confidants.

"It's the first time I've taken the liberty to come to the door, please forgive me for the trouble, but now the situation is urgent, Xiaobait is in trouble, I beg the adults to help," Bai Bait knelt on the ground, and his voice was a little low, "Lord Ji, Qin Huai has suffered an accident, several members of the Bai family have died tragically in the hands of the wind people, and the sister has escaped death, and she has disappeared, and now only adults can help me find the whereabouts of my sister." Please also remember the feelings in the past and give a helping hand, Xiaoer hereby thanked you for your great kindness. ”

During the day, in order to escape the white cage of the Fengren in Qinhuai, Bai Bait had to take off the hairpin ring and disguise himself as a man, so that he could enter Suzaku Street. In the early years, she was quite good friends with Ji Qingyun, the secretary of the ministry, and the entire security of Vermilion Street was in charge of Ji Qingyun, if she wanted to find Xiao Taotao as quickly as possible, only Ji Qingyun could help her. So she found Shangshu Mansion and took an adventure.

Ji Qingyun saw the old man in front of him so embarrassed, and his heart suddenly felt compassion, and he picked up the white bait: "The white girl doesn't need to be like this, please get up quickly." ”

He remembered that he had promised Bai Bait that if he encountered any trouble on Suzaku Street, he would come to Shangshu Mansion to find him. Ji Qingyun has always been this character, he is an honest official, diligent and loves the people. If it had been placed in the past, he would have stepped in to help anyone who could. During the day, countless relatives came to visit Shangshu Mansion, and everyone was in great trouble, but in the current situation, all those people were rejected by Ah Cheng. Those who ate the closed door all scolded and scolded some vulgar words that turned their faces and did not recognize people. It is difficult to be a good person, and it is difficult to be a good person for a lifetime. Among those who are accustomed to favors, there are a few people who know Ji Qingyun's own difficulties.

And the difficulties in this and the unspeakable words in Ji Qingyun's heart, Ah Cheng saw them all, and his heart was like a mirror. Ah Cheng has been with him for most of his life,

Flattering, asking for help, sloping and patting horses, all kinds of people, he can take turns to meet several times a day, these people, of course, he has to turn away. But only Bai Bait is different from them, Bai Bait is the person who sincerely talks to Ji Qingyun, her words have always come from the heart, even if she is good friends with Ji Qingyun, she has never thought that with this unattainable relationship between many people, what luxury can be asked for from Ji Qingyun, fame or fortune, in her eyes, it is like a passing cloud.

Being in a place of right and wrong, and as a singer, these things are precious. Ji Qingyun can see it clearly, and Ah Cheng can naturally see it clearly. Bai Bait is coming, he is a rare guest, he will never refuse to leave like others, even if the wind people in Shangshu Mansion keep an eye on him, he will find a way to let her meet Ji Qingyun.

"Ah Cheng," Ji Qingyun called, and then took off a piece of gold from his waist, there was nothing else on it, only the word "wind" was particularly conspicuous. Ji Qingyun turned around and handed the golden order to Ah Cheng, and ordered: "Take my golden order, quickly go to the criminal department to check the person, remember, don't let the wind people be suspicious!" ”

Bai Bait stood aside, looking at the golden order that Ah Cheng had taken over, the words on it were close to her panicked eyes, could it be that Ji Qingyun was doing things for Fengren now? Assist the Asahuna for the wind people? Everything he does is controlled by the wind man? No, it won't. She knows very well what kind of person Ji Qingyun is, and not only she knows, I am afraid that Ji Shangshu's reputation for being diligent in government and loving the people and being brave and loyal has long been a household name in Qin Huai.

Ji Qingyun didn't want to hear the words of thanks, after all, he was not completely sure of this matter, not to mention, he was already used to hearing those true and false words.

simply let it be stillborn, and as soon as Bai Bait opened his lips, Ji Qingyun invited Bai Bait to sit down. When he looked at Bai Bai's familiar face again, there seemed to be a spring breeze blowing between his eyebrows, and a long-lost comfort arose in his heart. He remembered countless scenes like now, where the two sat opposite each other, talking and laughing, from simple orchestral rhythms to poetic rhythms. Gradually, he did not shy away from the affairs of the court, because every time the troubles of the court were poured out in Bai Bait, he could always get some inspiration from Bai Bait, which had the effect of enlightenment.

"Since the last time I said goodbye to the Water Pavilion Song Stage, I didn't expect to meet the white girl again, and I was here. Baiyun Canggou, time has changed, alas, Ji feels a sense of having passed a thousand sails. Ji Qingyun sighed, and in front of him, it seemed that spring, summer, autumn and winter had passed negligently.

"Things are people, and everything is resting, and tears flow first if you want to speak." Bai Bait lifted the teacup, and the sound in his ears was even more deserted, "The current situation is chaotic, after a thousand sails have passed, can Lord Ji still see the original traces?" ”

Ji Qingyun looked at the tea handed over by Bai Bait, and shrugged his brows: "What kind of traces are there, Ji Mou's eyes are tired of seeing." Fortunately, in front of the deceased, he can personally serve a cup of tea to Ji," Ji Qingyun lifted the tea and took a deep sip, "Fortunately, this tea is still the original tea, it has not changed, and it will not change." Ji Qingyun's tone was full of pure joy.

"Although the tea is still the original tea, but the state of mind of tasting tea, will it still be the same?" Bai Bait said with a smile, the tea has not changed, and it will not change, so what she hopes for, will it change?

The tea cup stopped in Ji Qingyun's hand for a moment, and he seemed to have known that the drunkard did not mean to drink. In his impression, Bai Bait had always been outspoken in front of him, and the words in her mouth had never been as tortuous and meandering as they were now.

"Recently, the white girl stayed in my house, waiting for good news. It's a long time coming, it's still early, and the two of us can still talk about poetry for a night. Very good. Ji Qingyun pretended to be happy and nodded, and looked at Bai Bait, as if waiting for a look that calmed his heart enough.

Bai Bait casually picked up a book of poems on the case, and said leisurely: "If you want to talk about poetry, I don't know if Master Ji wants to talk to me about 'Cheng is both brave and martial, and finally strong and invincible' in "Nine Songs", or Chen Lin's 'A man would rather die in combat, how can he build the Great Wall in melancholy', or in "White Horse Chapter".

What about 'donating one's life to go to the country, and seeing death as if it were home'? ”

Ji Qingyun subconsciously looked away, and every word and sentence in his ears was like an eyeless needle, piercing his wavering heart over and over again. After all, she wanted to ask for clarification, but not everything could be explained, everything was like a thousand sails passing by, how could she still see the original traces.

Ji Qingyun didn't dare to look at Bai Bait again, and straightened up: "Ji suddenly remembered that there were still some official documents to deal with, and we will talk about it another day......"

"The heart of the minister is bright and the moon can be bright, and this life has stepped into the clouds!" Bai Bait swore an oath, got up and faced Ji Qingyun who was about to leave, "The minister of Li Sang, the secretary of the ministry, Ji Qingyun, have you forgotten?" ”

The minister's heart is bright and the moon is bright, and this life has stepped into the clouds. The poem came out of his hand, did he forget?

Three years ago, there was a broken boat moored in the Water Pavilion Getai, and a down-and-out scholar came down from the boat, and the scholar boarded the Water Pavilion Getai and asked for a pot of the most expensive wine, which almost spent all his coils.

The scholar was half-drunk and half-awake until dawn, and his mouth was full of nonsense: "What's the use of being full of economy, what's the use of serving the country with blood, everything is just flowing water and falling flowers in spring, it's better to have a pillow of yellow sorghum, and drink a drunk dream of death." With that, the scholar poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

"It's not a thousand sails, and the slanting veins are long. How bleak is it? Talking to him was the singer who was famous at that time, that is, Bai Bait, who walked over with a smile, "The reason why the bleakness is bleak is because there is always an unknown vitality hidden in the bleakness." As far as the eye can see, there is only one big river that can be boated in front of you, since thousands of sails can't work, why not sail against the current? The reason why mortals are mortals is because they have always followed the tide, and the reason why saints are saints is because they understand what I say. "Bai Bait has seen countless kings and grandsons in the Water Pavilion Getai, and this is the first time I have seen this kind of down-and-out scholar.

The scholar's eyes were slightly drunk, and he smiled bitterly at Bai Bait, and continued to carry the pot, ready to get drunk. The more Bai Bait looked at it, the more angry he became, so he simply snatched his wine and asked loudly: "Tell me, what you want to do in the past, what you want to do in the future, you just have to say it boldly!" ”

"The minister's heart is bright and the moon is bright, and this life has stepped into the clouds. I, Ji Qingyun, have been dedicated to this life, and I just want to be a good official, support the community, and benefit the people. It's ridiculous that the sky is fooled, and it is repeated over and over again, and for seven years, all of them are famous and sunny, and it is difficult to achieve great ambitions. Ji Qingyun fell on the table, laughing at himself endlessly.

At that time, the scientific research situation was often won by those who knew the overall situation, and the real political situation at that time was very familiar to Bai Bait. Since she became a singer, she has been in contact with all kinds of dignitaries and dignitaries, from the ministers of the court to the princes and grandchildren, and she has heard about the political affairs or conspiring plans they talked about in the water pavilion, and even some secrets about them.

It is precisely because she has seen too many dumb officials and gentlemen, but whenever she meets someone who really wants to do something for the people, she will try to believe it. And Ji Qingyun is the person she chooses to believe. She said to him on the spot: "If I can help you get on the list, but please don't forget what you said today, be a good official, help the community, and benefit the people!" ”

A desperate person, some people are willing to listen to him, and some people believe what he says, which is tantamount to a dark room with a lamp and a boat. Ji Qingyun believed in a singer. Since then, he has often come to the Water Pavilion to talk about poetry and literature with Bai Bait, and Bai Bait will tell him little by little about the current political situation. In the second year, Ji Qingyun really lived up to his trust and took the lead.

Later, in just one year, he became an official scholar. He did not break his promise, and became a good official praised by people.

The minister's heart is bright and the moon is bright, and this life has stepped into the clouds. The familiar words sounded in the ears of the two again, and at the same time, they also reminded them of the first encounter a little bit.

"It's not what it used to be, it's not as strong as before, and my memory is declining, and I don't remember a lot of what Ji said." Ji Qingyun blushed, shook his head helplessly, and said lightly.