When Wang Shilang heard this, he was shocked again, it turned out that there was another person in this room. His body trembled slightly, thinking that he had left the Gongyuan on a starry night, and he had taken a risk, and the fewer people he knew, the better.

However, when he saw the person coming out of the inner room, Wang Shilang looked big with a big mouth, and he looked very surprised.

"The student meets the squire-sama." Liu Ming came out of the inner room and saluted politely. Tonight, he originally remembered that his mentor had a hard life, so he brought some wine, pig's head meat or something, and prepared to chat with his mentor. I didn't expect another visitor in the middle of the night. I was hiding in the inner room just now, and I was very moved when I heard that the waiter of the hall and ceremonies personally came at the risk for his own affairs.

"Lord Shirou is willing to take this risk for the sake of the students, and the students have nothing to repay." Liu Ming knelt down.

Wang Shilang hurriedly helped Liu Ming up and said, "Family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs. Liu Ming, I read your article in Gongyuan, and I expected you to enter the top three at that time. This time I came to discuss with your mentor to discuss a way. ”

Under the sudden change in the situation, whether Liu Ming could obtain the capital of the tribute has become the focus of fierce contention between the two parties in the imperial court.

Liu Ming stood beside Fan Zhongyan and said, "Lord Shilang, in fact, at this time, students should avoid it. After all, it comes to the student's provincial exam rankings. It's really not good for students to make a lot of nonsense here. ”

Wang Shilang was a little anxious: "Liu Ming, now is an extraordinary time, don't be polite anymore." If you have a good idea, feel free to come up with it......"

Liu Ming bowed and said, "The student said a few words." The students believe that it is not appropriate to make the contradiction public too early this time. Although time is pressing, we still need to explore Song Shangshu's tone first. It is better to settle the grievance, I tripped up Song Shangshu because of a misunderstanding in the Golden Boudoir Building that day, but he did not embarrass me because of this. If it weren't for his wife's intervention this time, I think Song Shangshu would still put my name among the top three. ”

Compared with Wang Shilang's impatience, the party Liu Ming seemed very calm and calm, as if this was not about his ranking.

Wang Shilang and Fan Zhongyan felt at the same time that Liu Ming was just a weak crown, but he could remain calm in the face of huge key interests, and he really had the potential and strength to become the chief assistant of the dynasty.

"Yes." Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard and said, looking at the other party with a pair of eyes that pierced the hearts of the world: "Liu Ming, you said that it is a top priority...... What is it? ”

"The top priority...... It's a knock on the mountain and a tiger. Liu Ming's eyes sparkled.

The next morning, the snow melted in the morning, and the sunlight reflected faintly on the snow.

In the west room of the Gongyuan, Song Yi was coughing and wearing clothes, these days, he looked extremely haggard, and he had nightmares at night.

Dressed in wolf skin, Song itch sniffed the cold air of the early morning, and walked to the inner hall to have breakfast. However, after only two bites, he put down his chopsticks.

"My lord," the cook said nervously on the side, "considering that adults like light, this breakfast is still a plate ......of sour pickles, a plate of preserved eggs, and a plate of fried peanuts." Isn't it unpalatable to adults? ”

Song Qi waved his hand: "The old man has a poor appetite. Nothing to do without you. ”

"The adults are really tired of presiding over the Spring Festival, but fortunately, tomorrow will be the end, and the adults can go home and rest without worry." The cook flattered.

Song Yi stood up, walked to the courtyard, and said flutteringly: "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say that I want ......"

"Your Excellency, your Excellency." A porter ran in and reported, "A carriage was parked at the door, and it didn't leave for a long time." ”

"Whose carriage?" Song Qi said impatiently, "Find out your identity and inform them that this is the Tribute Courtyard, and they must leave as soon as possible." ”

The porter reported, "It seems to be ...... Fan...... The carriage of the Fan family. ”

"Fan Gong?" Song Qi was surprised, his nerves suddenly tensed, he had vaguely heard that this Liu Ming seemed to worship Fan Zhongyan as a teacher. Song Qi thought to himself, this stubborn old man Fan is rare to accept disciples again.

But how could he suddenly ask to see him?

Song Qi's brain turned quickly, and the news of his dethronement of Liu Ming should be in a top secret state. He would never have thought that Wang Shilang had risked being sent to prison last night and ran to the outside of the tribute courtyard to report the news.

Song Qi recently learned that Liu Ming was Fan Zhongyan's newly recruited protégé. Probably Fan Zhongyan wanted to dredge up the relationship for the sake of his students.

Song Yi had a headache, this Fan Zhongyan was highly respected in the imperial court, and he was full of words, even in the wild, he was shaking and trembling. If he talked to himself about this Liu Ming problem, Song Qi estimated that he would definitely be confused by this old man.

"There is an order from the official family, the chief examiner is not allowed to see irrelevant personnel during the marking of the Gongyuan papers......" Song Yi flicked his sleeves, "You just tell Fan Gong that it is inconvenient for Song to come out to greet him now, and he will definitely visit back one day." ”

The officer immediately took the order to go out, and after a while he ran back again.

"What's wrong? Didn't go? "Song Itchy's blood pressure has come up.

"No, sir. Fan Gong said that he did not intend to disobey the holy decree, but just wanted to give the adult a pair of calligraphy and paintings. The official reported and presented a scroll.

Song Qi slowly unfolded the scroll, only to see the scenery of a private house in the night, a wooden bed, two wooden chairs and benches.

Song Yi thought to himself that this Fan Zhongyan was really scheming, and he must have hidden everything he wanted to say in the painting. In this way, even if he presented the painting to the emperor, he could get rid of it.

Song Yi put the painting under his armpit, strolled into the house, took out the painting and spread it in front of the desk, staring at it in a daze.

Fan Zhongyan is honest, and after being demoted, he rarely asks about court affairs. Even when local officials do inquire, they try to draw a line of demarcation. However, at this time, he suddenly gave himself such a pair of calligraphy and paintings?

Song Qi's heart, which had just calmed down, became nervous again. He frowned, staring at the content of the calligraphy and painting, guessing Fan Zhongyan's intentions.

Moonlit night, a room, a bed, a chair.

That's what this painting is about.

Song Qi guessed, could it be that he used the four walls of his family to warn himself to be honest and honest?

Song Qi thought about it, but felt that it was wrong. If Fan Zhongyan wants to warn himself to be honest, there is no need to send this painting in when he is reading the papers. Thinking about it, he was in a chaotic mood, and he was sad and tired to read the papers in the past few days, and his spirit was not very good. He dipped his fingers in the wind oil, smearing the temples on both sides of his cheeks, and his heart was extremely depressed. I was the chief examiner, and I came out to test others, but I didn't expect that on the last day, I was trapped by the dumb riddle of the former court bigwig.

The winter sun sets early, and in the blink of an eye, the sun sets in the west, and the light in the house is dim.

Song Yi was fascinated by the dumb riddle thinking about it, and he didn't notice the change in the sky.

He looked at the familiar rice paper that was already a little blurry due to the dim light, and said to himself, "The bed, the night, the moonlight on the ground......

Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he seemed to have discovered that this was not just a painting, but contained two lines of poetry, and Song Itch opened his mouth to read, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground......

The scene in this painting reflects these two lines of poetry.

guessed the beginning, Song Qi had no idea, these two verses that children can read, Fan Zhongyan gave it to himself, what does it mean?

When he looked closely, he found that there were gear-shaped marks on the corners of the painting, as if they had been torn apart, and there should be another half.

The other half?

Song Yi frowned, his lips opened slightly, could it be the following two poems?

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown......" Song Yi instinctively raised his head while reading, looking at the moonlight outside the window, but his eyes trembled.

He stood up in a hurry, didn't even bother to knock over the teacup on the table, and pushed open the door directly and walked to the courtyard.

I saw that in the night sky, more than a dozen huge Kong Ming lanterns were raised, bright and gorgeous, lined up in the air, shining like a pearl in the night.

This was clearly deliberately arranged.

Song Qi looked at it carefully, his pupils shrank, and he found that there was a word printed on every Kong Ming lantern. He muttered,

"Pick ...... Just...... Big...... Pawn, ...... Worthy...... Recommend...... Good. ”

Song Qi's voice trembled more and more as he thought about it—"What if...... If...... Disobey...... The system is not forgiven! ”

Thinking of this, Song Yi sat down in the snowdrift, letting the splashed snowflakes fall on him, and his face showed a stunned expression.

The Kong Ming lantern gradually rose into the air, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only the Book of Rites in the snowdrift.

That night, Song Song, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was itching, with red eyes, pacing back and forth in the room, frowning and thinking.

He has always been afraid of Fan Zhongyan. When he was still editing a five-grade in the Hanlin Academy, Fan Zhongyan began to vigorously start the Qingli New Deal. Now, although Fan Zhongyan has withdrawn from the government and the opposition, his influence is still there.

The Gongyuan judgment files are all locked in the courtyard system, and the guards are so strict that not even a fly can fly out.

But now, before the list is released, Fan Zhongyan knows his decision to depose Liu Ming. Apparently someone in the Gongyuan leaked it.

Thinking of this, Song Itch's back chilled - his own ritual book is shallow after all.

On the one hand, it was his wife's dissatisfaction, and on the other hand, it was the warning of the old ministers in the field, and this Song Shangshu was too big.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the Shangshu of Nagong Yuan is always lit.

In the blink of an eye, the rooster crowed, and the fish belly white appeared in the east.

Shang Shu Song, who had stayed up all night, sat in the room, dizzy and cold.

He looked at the rising sun outside the window, sighed and said, "The lesser of two evils can only be chosen." ”

(Brothers, I have to go back to kneel on the washboard at night, and it's not easy for me.) Ask for a recommendation, ask for a collection)