"Lord Lin, the Holy Lord, please go to the Qianqing Palace." The flattering attitude of deference and respect is staged from time to time in the history department where people come and go.

Even if the most popular pigtails on weekdays, the Imperial Doctor has not seen a difference between three days and two heads, but those hard bones are idle and panicked, and if they don't pick Lin Chaoge's wrong feet for a day, they will be uncomfortable, even if there is no fault, they can always take it out and fry it and add some oil to the charges of living in the harem as a man, cholera palace, serving pets and pets, etc.

There is no illusion of fried cold rice and chewing a tasteless gum at all, but every day he happily waits for Emperor Wuchang to dislike the little man who serves Israel, and then these twists and turns will become the last straw that crushes the camel's body.

"Excuse me, father-in-law, wait a moment." Lin Chaoge, who was dealing with some things in the history department, looked up and saw the little yellow door at the door with a sharp voice and looking around, looking quite thoughtful, especially the clear voice and jade-like texture, so he must have been able to do a good errand to pass the word.

Seeing Lin Chaoge raise his eyes, he hurriedly showed a flattering and shy smile; "The miscellaneous family is not in a hurry, just come out when it is convenient for Lord Lin."

The rest of the history department has long been surprised, and they continue to bow their heads and be busy with the things at hand, which is unusual once or twice, but four or five times a month, they are used to it, and if the number of times is less, they are afraid that they will still think that Lin Shangshu has fallen out of favor.

Even the weekday rewards are sent like flowing water, and everyone else is still envious of Emperor Wuchang In order to please Lin Shangshu, he deliberately transferred a few chefs from the imperial dining room to the history department to cook rice, and many others were stained, and they all ate with small faces and big bellies.

"Lord Shangshu is going to enter the palace." Zhu Shengge, who was wearing a dark blue painting peacock flying clouds and taking off the sky, walked in from the small door with a stack of newly sorted materials, just in time to hear their last conversation, and his good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly and then loosened.

"Well, I wish the squire to go with me." Lin Chaoge was finishing the matter at hand and preparing to enter the palace with the little yellow door outside the door, when she saw Zhu Shengge, who came out with her, said loudly, looking a little suspicious.

Now her reputation is completely rotten to the dust, and even the stones of the pit are much cleaner in the eyes of others.

"The lower official has something to do, and he wants to enter the palace with Lord Shangshu." Zhu Shengge casually glanced at Lin Chaoge, who painted the complement of the crane, and his eyes were faint and he no longer sighed.

At the beginning, the same group of Jinshi who entered the officialdom now I don't know how many people are grinding their qualifications in the Hanlin Academy, or they are sent to work as officials in small places, but the peach blossom lang of that year only took a short year to climb to the position of Zhengyipin. I don't know how many sarcastic jokes he has suffered openly and secretly, and even he often hears unsightly foul language, not to mention that even his current position as a squire in the history department still depends on his father's relationship.

It's not jealous, hateful, and despised in my heart, but as a literati, I can't help but feel ashamed of this person, and I rely on men to climb up step by step, and it's even disgusting. But all this is nothing more than a denial that this person has a lot of means, otherwise how could the regent turn to climb into the most noble dragon bed of the Great Zhou Dynasty after only half a month of his new funeral, and even pampered him, he sighed quietly, and no longer paid attention to what others did, and the most important thing was to do his job in front of him.

"Okay." Lin Chaoge walked in front, entered the carriage that had been prepared long ago, and when he opened the blue lotus water-colored Shu brocade curtain, he turned around and looked back at the people who still lived at the entrance of the history department; "I heard that Mrs. Zhu is pregnant, and the official hasn't had time to congratulate Zhu Shilang."

"Thank you for your concern, my wife is three months pregnant." When Zhu Shengge talked about his pregnant wife, his face was unconsciously filled with happiness from the heart.

"The official of the rite will wait to drink the 100-day wine and make up for it together." After Lin Chaoge finished speaking, he lifted the curtain and sat in the carriage, leaning back on the soft cushions, rubbing the sour solar system, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

The fair-skinned and slender fingers had a flat belly that had not been touched for a while, and the corners of the mouth pulled out a wry smile, maybe they really had no chance with the child, and they couldn't force it, so why not accompany him at the last time and leave the best memory.

But in my heart, I was unwilling, why, why did I treat her like this, just because she was a cannon fodder destined to die early.

The winter of Chang'an always comes very early, and the spring comes late, just like the summer after the winter, the summer ignores the beauty of the fragrance of the golden autumn and September, and enters the cold wind in the deep winter wax moon in one fell swoop.

The winter in Chang'an is not as wet and cold as the south, and it is not as cold as the north, and the wind blowing over seems to be able to blow off a layer of people's skin, but it is unique, with both the wet of the south and the cold knife cutting of the north.

At the end of November, there are still a few days before it officially enters December, the coldest stage of the year, I don't know how many Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

People who have practiced martial arts since childhood have a better body foundation than ordinary people, even if they only wear a cotton shirt in winter, it is enough, but this Qianqing Palace is early on the earth dragon, and the hot air is so hot that the tall young man inside is only wearing a thin summer shirt, and the textured muscles in it are faintly visible.

In the palace, Bai Qingxing listened to Chu Shen say that Wang Junshou's family had set off ten days ago, and they would arrive in Chang'an in about ten days, and his broad fingers were lightly clasped on the small red sandalwood Ruyi carved hundred-year-old pine table, and he didn't know if the person had listened to what he said, or if he hadn't heard a word.

"Chu Aiqing has written to General Wang Xiao about Chang'an." The eyes are slightly deep, and the tone is slightly raised.

"The lower officials have not." Chu Shen silently pinched a cold sweat, not knowing what he meant.

"That being the case, the rumors in and around Chang'an have been dealt with, whether it is a fish that slipped through the net or a small shrimp and millet." Since you have to wait for the fish to enter the net, the obstacles along the way will naturally be swept away, so that it will not be beautiful to avoid going wrong when the time comes.

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister has taken care of it, and Ren can't even spit out an ant." The stubborn has long been secretly killed, and who else doesn't want to die at this moment to talk about this, and when the time comes, it will reach the ears of his little cousin, but it is a big crime to kill his head.

Now about Lin Chaoge's current saint's male favorite, even if he secretly says that he has to carry people on his back, so as not to be caught by the ubiquitous brocade guards, in exchange for not one person dying, but the whole family sitting together, Chang'an City has disappeared several openly and secretly because of this matter.

Who doesn't worry about it, they are now as honest as a mouse, and they don't even dare to make a sound, lest the knife that was already hanging around their necks will fall in the next second.

"Chu Aiqing has worked hard, and I don't feel at ease with anyone who will hand over this matter, but Chu Aiqing." The gaze that seems to be smiling is elusive.

"To do things for the Holy One, the ministers should do their best." Seeing that people no longer asked, Kankan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I remember that General Wang Xiao is Chu Aiqing's cousin, and he had the best relationship with the school when he was young, but he hasn't had much contact since he came to Chang'an." Bai Qingxing held the white porcelain fetal cup wrapped in the flower branches, and took a sip of the Junshan silver needle that had been warmed.

The surface of the tea in the snow-white porcelain cup is golden yellow, and it is known as "gold inlaid jade". 'The gold and jade dust heart goes, and the Sichuan Dongting is coming for a good month. 'Poetic beauty.

Chu Shen didn't know why the Holy Lord suddenly came here to ask, so he just bent over, didn't say a word, and waited for him to follow.

But when he still didn't come to the next day, Gonggong Yuan, who was waiting outside the hall, trembled with white fat and fat meat, wrapped the whole person into a zongzi, shook the snow-white dust and walked inside, and when he saw Chu Shen, he bent over with a smile and said hello to his lips.

"Your Majesty, Lord Lin is here, and now he is outside the palace, but he has to ask someone to go in." Gonggong Yuan pondered for a while, and decided to hide the second half of the sentence, anyone can see that the saint is not in a good mood at the moment, and hopes that Lord Lin will come in later to coax the saint to feel better.

Hey, look at his crow's mouth, I forgot that as long as the saint was in a bad mood, when he saw Lord Lin, he didn't have a bad mood, and the old chrysanthemum/petals smiled directly on his old face.

"Call someone in, it's freezing outside, don't get cold." Bai Qingxing's eyes were half-drooping, and his dense and curled eyelashes were half-hanging down to cover the contemplation in his eyes.

"Whoa." After speaking, Gonggong Yuan glanced at Chu Shen again, the meaning was already obvious, but it was already obvious that he was driving people, after all, the Holy Lord only likes to be alone with Lord Lin, sometimes even he, the old man, can guess what they are doing, Lord Chu is a smart person, how can he not guess.

An old face turned his back to Bai Qingxing and faced Chu Shen, smiling brighter and brighter.

"The minister remembered that there was still something going on in the yamen, so the minister retired first." There is still something he doesn't understand, but whether he wants to tell his cousin about this matter, and how to tell it is still a key.

"Okay." The person who was waiting had already come, so naturally there was no intention of staying.

When Chu Shen went out, he happened to meet Lin Chaoge who entered the hall, Lin Chaoge felt weak and didn't dare to raise his head, let alone look at him directly, for fear that the rebuke and disgust in his eyes would hurt her already scarred heart, after all, that person was Xi Feng's cousin, and he had helped her several times before, no matter what, she didn't dare to treat him like everyone else.

On weekdays, I don't even dare to say hello honestly, for fear that something will prick her heart from that poisonous mouth, even if she is cheeky.

"Lin Shangshu has been proud of the spring breeze recently." A mocking sneer came to her ears with the wind fluttering; "Even if I pity my cousin who really fed the dog back then, he fell in love with such a thing."

Lin Chaoge's body stiffened slightly, his head was lowered and his lips were half-pursed, without a trace of blood, and the death hidden under the fox fur was clenched into a fist.