Although I have only been an official in Jinguo for two or three months, I already know that Zhao Mengqing is indispensable for doing great things. So before going to Qiu's mansion, he knocked on the door of Zhao Mengqing's house with an umbrella. Today was a little different, and after only three knocks, the door opened.

I bent down and smiled: "Good evening Lord Zhao, this door is a little easy to knock on today." ”

He tied a thick cloak he was holding on to me, took the umbrella from my hand, and said calmly: "It's raining today, I'm afraid you're freezing outside." ”

"Yo, Lord Zhao, is this concerned about Ben Shoufu?"

He looked down at me, his eyes warm: "I'm really afraid that you will be sick again, you see how much I feel sorry for you." ”

These words made my gums tingle: "Are you afraid that I will be sick again, leaving you alone to deal with the next bunch of things." ”

He only smiled, then looked away.

In order not to delay the next big event, I silently wrapped my cloak tighter, looked up, and felt that the person in front of me had lost a lot compared to when I first met in May, and couldn't help but instruct: "Lord Zhao should also take care of his body, and his body bones are the capital of the two of me in the next difficult years." ”

Zhao Mengqing, who had already stepped into the rain, looked back at me when he heard this, and smiled warmly: "You can still understand this truth, which means that you haven't gone mad yet." The rise and fall of the Jin Kingdom is a major event, and the strength of your body is also a major event. The world is big, and it's good to be a flower butterfly and have a free time, and you don't have to be a moth to fight in the fire. ”

I put a teachable expression on my face: "Lord Zhao is right. ”

Qiu Shuiwang's house is only a quarter of an hour's distance from Mr. Zhao's house, so the two of us decided to walk over with an umbrella, chatting on the road, I suddenly thought of the first time I met, Zhao Mengqing was writing a love letter to Princess Xingran of Dongqiguo, so I asked him: "How are your love letters and love paintings?" Can you send it out, can Princess Xingran reply to it? ”

He sighed twice, looked at the smoke and rain in the alley, and said to me: "I have already written two hundred and fifty letters to the princess, and made one hundred and eleven paintings, all of which have been delivered, but the messenger came back to tell me that after the princess Xingran received them, she sent them to the stove room in the mansion, and she didn't even look at them, let alone reply a few words." ”

Although he complained so much in his words, there was not the slightest embarrassment or embarrassment in his voice, and even made me hear a trace of pleasure and joy, so I made a reasonable assumption: even if the beauty has never replied to the letter, Lord Zhao's love letters will definitely continue to be written, and the love paintings will definitely continue to be made.

The long-suppressed gossip soul showed signs of resurrection, and I heard myself cough lightly twice and asked, "I don't know what kind of girl that Princess Xingran is, who can make Lord Zhao like this...... Ahem, perseverance. ”

Zhao Mengqing stared down at me from under the umbrella, and I found that he always liked to look into the eyes of that person when talking to others, "Shoufu-sama, I also want to ask you a question, what kind of girl do you think you are?" ”

The footsteps stopped. Through the heavy rain, I saw my surprise in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He spoke.

I can't tell what happened to me, but this question made me very uneasy, and thousands of grotesque and strange scenes suddenly reflected in my mind, making it a little difficult for me to breathe. I clenched my fingers, trying to calm my mind, and after a long time I smiled and said, "Your question seems to have scared me." ”

Zhao Mengqing, who had always been calm, also began to panic, and his fingertips probed the rain curtain like a water-stained feather, which fell lightly and gently on my forehead: "Why are you scared?" ”

There was some astringency in my throat, and the voice that told me to open my mouth was choked a little: "Some strange scenes suddenly flashed in my mind, there are girls, there are sons, most of them are very young, I took the blood I don't know where it came from behind their backs, and faced them again, and handed me tea mixed with blood, very strange, right?" I don't know what I'm doing, but I know very well that people who drink tea and go can't come back, they ...... Eventually, they will all die. ”

"Qin Buxian?" His panicked voice rang in his ears.

"I feel like I'm ...... Not a good girl. I said. It wasn't until Mizusawa rolled down from my eye socket and slid all the way down my neck that I suddenly realized that I was crying.

He wiped away my tears little by little, and then said to me gently, "You have been sick for too long, and these are all dreams, all vain and fantastic. Those girls and sons don't exist. ”

I took a deep breath, and even though I had a strong feeling that these things had happened, I still found a safe corner in my heart to hide in for a while, "Maybe." ”

"Don't envy, you put away your emotions for the time being, we're almost at Lord Qiu's mansion." He said.

I quickly turned my back to him, rushed into the sparse rain, took a few deep breaths, and a chuckle sounded behind me.

"What are you laughing at?" I looked back and frowned.

He smiled and looked ahead: "It's nothing, I just think you're really cute like this." ”

Me: "......"

Qiu Shuiwang, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, and Chen Lanzhou has already helped me inquire about it. How do you describe this Shangshu-sama? I think there is a word that is very appropriate, before entering the door, I communicated with Zhao Mengqing for a while, and he also felt that this word was very appropriate, and the word was-

Fence-sitter.

Lord Qiu has been an official for ten years, and has gone through three emperors, from the former emperor Wei Lang of the Jin Kingdom, the former emperor Wei Tian to the current emperor Cheng Yu, every change of imperial power is accompanied by huge court turmoil and crazy bloody battles, but Lord Qiu is in such a chaotic court that can no longer be chaotic, like weeds on the plain, wildfires can not be burned, and the spring breeze blows and is reborn. In the past two years, the cultivation has been deepened, and it has even reached the tenacity of Shi Zhongzhu, and the Tao of the east, west, south, and north winds.

Where the wind blows, he shakes, the wind doesn't blow, he is like swaying three hundred and sixty degrees in the water, patting the turbidity party's fart today, praising the character of the clear stream tomorrow, squatting on the wall to observe the form of speech and color analysis when he has nothing to do, making a swinging posture and waiting for the arrival of the next wind - the culmination of the wall, the essence of the grass.

This is also the reason why this Shoufu chose him in a crowd of invitations, he praised Ben Shoufu better than anyone else, full of feelings, sincere rhetoric, moving the world, full of tears, this Shoufu looked at it three times a day, distressed, after all, I couldn't bear to read, skipping the middle twenty or thirty pages, turning to the last page of the post, I saw that he said that he knelt down in the direction of the family hall when he put down the pen, and wrote the last paragraph-

"When Shui Wang was nine years old, his parents were both gone, and although he was an adult, he was a scholar, a little cold, and a little savings, but there was nowhere to send filial piety, leaving thousands of thoughts in vain. The old cow licks the calf, Ciwu feeds back, every time you look at this scene, the tears ripple. I heard that Lord Qin is over thirty years old, but he has no children under his knees, so he must have a last resort, and there is nowhere to enjoy the joy of Lanting Guifang. If Lord Qin doesn't dislike the villain, the villain is willing to bow down and serve you. ”

Honshosuke saw that the tiger's body was already shaking here, until his eyes fell on the end, and he felt that Qingtian unfolded a few huge thunderbolts, and then smashed into Honshosuke's head.

"Mother, please bow to the child!

- Qiu Shuiwang, the mother can also call the child's milk name, Duobao. ”

This head is supplemented by a thirty-year-old son, and there is a forty-year-old son out of thin air, how can there be no gift to the door?

So he closed the post and asked Shutong to prepare a gift. Of course, this gift is just a formality, and the great gift to this son is still to come. Recently, I was about to enter a rainy summer world, I looked through the records of the Ministry of Industry last year, and learned that in the past two years, the Yellow River has flooded every July, and no one has repaired the river embankment in the imperial court last year, allowing the fields and houses of the people in the middle reaches to be flooded, and 100,000 people have been displaced, and only more than 10,000 people have survived.

Of course, the latter is not recorded in the Ministry of Industry, Chen Lanzhou heard about it from the market, he felt that this matter should be related to Qiu Shuiwang, so he told me, I was heartbroken, I had hoped that this was a rumor in the market, so I asked Brother You about it, but unfortunately got his confirmation.

Wu'er Duobao, the big project of building embankments and fortifications is the first big gift that your mother gave you, you have to take it, and you will live up to your mother's high hopes.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door of Qiu's mansion.