Chapter 104

The news of Zhengnanfang Jinyiwei beating the Dongchang Fan Service quickly spread throughout the capital, although the two yamen both bit the word that there was no such thing, but there were really a lot of witnesses that day, and the news was also gossiping quickly.

Some people describe how Song Qianhu sealed the eyes of a military commander with two fists that day, how the Jinyi guards under his hands were fierce, and how the fans cried and called their mothers to run away from the wilderness, talking and foaming, listening and concentrating.

The people don't have any bias, Jinyiwei and Dongchang dog-eat-dog, it doesn't matter which dog wins or loses, it's best if both dogs lose before they are relieved; But unlike the common people, the yamen in the capital have another interpretation of this matter.

In addition to those nerds in the officialdom, all officials who are interested in drilling camps or paying attention to the court know that Dongchang has long overtaken Jinyiwei in the limelight recently, and it is not a new thing for Dongchang Fanzi to bully Jinyiwei Lieutenant, from Fan Heng and Mu Bin, you can see who has been favored recently and who has been low-key recently.

If it weren't for the great merit of the Ulzhou victory, the emperor used to take Mu Bin's people with him, but in recent months, Fan Heng has more and more opportunities to take people with him, even if Mu Bin is present, there are not many opportunities to speak, and the emperor has any orders to ask Fan Heng, which shows the difference between distance and proximity in the emperor's heart.

Fan Heng's actions and demeanor have become more and more arrogant, on the other hand, Mu Bin is much more low-key, although the open and secret struggle between the two in front of the emperor has not stopped, but it can be seen that Mu Bin is no longer powerless.

In this case, Zhengnanfang Jinyiwei actually dared to beat the Dongchang soldiers with his old fist, but Fan Heng didn't see any action afterwards, which can't but be said to be a little unbelievable; Some people even speculated whether Dongchang's overwhelm of Jinyiwei was just an illusion, otherwise, according to Fan Heng's style, how could he swallow his anger so much.

The speculation of the officials of the yamen is naturally varied, but the inside of the Jinyi Wei Yamen is jubilant, what about the dominance of the East Factory? Wasn't he beaten up by Song Nan from Zhengnanfang with someone, and he didn't even dare to fart afterwards? It fully shows that Dongchang is a paper tiger, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, Mu Bin's attitude also explains everything, that Song Nan was neither dismissed nor convicted, and an insider revealed that even if he beat the twenty boards that day, it was a show, which shows that Song Nan's move is in Mu Bin's arms; Such an attitude invisibly gave Jinyiwei a hint, so in the streets and alleys, whenever they saw the personnel of the East Factory, Jinyiwei was no longer afraid of provoking them, and the two sides clashed many times for several days, but fortunately they did not cause a group fight; But under the decline of the other, the relationship between Dongchang and Jinyiwei seems to be quietly changing.

This kind of change comes from the little-known deputy Qianhu Song Nan in Zhengnanfang, unconsciously, Song Nan has a great reputation in the Jinyi Wei Yamen, some people scolded him for being stunned, and he was lucky not to be punished, but more people admired Song Nan's courage from the bottom of their hearts, and competed to find out Song Nan's background and background, which was quite a bit of a small celebrity in the Jinyi Wei Yamen.

Song Nan was in no mood to care about these, with a ten-day holiday, Song Nan planned to have a good rest, on the morning of the second day of the holiday, Song Nan slept until three poles a day, and even the weird-looking yoga skills were forgotten, if it weren't for Lu Qingli getting a duck feather to play with Song Nan's nose and eyes, Song Nan was still asleep.

Song Nan sneezed loudly, opened his eyes and saw Lu Qingli holding the duck feathers in his nostrils, reaching out to hug him, and immediately threw Lu Qingli on the bed.

Lu Qingli struggled, finally got rid of Song Nan's mouth, and shouted with a red face: "Brother Song, my sister is in the room." ”

Song Nan looked up in amazement, and saw Ye Fanggu standing sideways at the door, turning her face and not daring to look this way, so she quickly let go, and Lu Qingli escaped from the bed like a frightened deer.

Song Nan was a little embarrassed, and was about to speak, Ye Fanggu said lightly: "It's time to get up, the slave family has something to discuss with you, it's rare that you are free." ”

Song Nan sat up and lifted the quilt, Ye Fanggu quickly turned her head and went out of the room, Song Nan was secretly funny, and she didn't know how many times she had been touched by herself on the bed, and she had to be shy to avoid getting up in her small clothes.

Song Nanmans got up and freshened up in an orderly manner, and when he took leave, he didn't need to wear official clothes, so he took a blue silk robe and put it on, and came to the courtyard with a shawl.

The sun was dazzling in the courtyard, and in the open space by the flower bed, Lu Qingli and Ye Fanggu sat on chairs and whispered, Xiao Ping'er and Li Xiaomei were not there, and there was a sound of wooden fish in the north house, presumably the mother was worshipping the Buddha and chanting again.

Song Nan sat down on the chair in front of Ye Fanggu, Ye Fanggu skillfully pulled up Song Nan's hair and combed her bun, and at the same time asked Lu Qingli to serve the millet porridge and steamed buns that were heated on the stove.

Song Nan stretched his waist and turned his head to look at the warm winter sunshine and said, "It's so comfortable, I haven't slept so comfortably for a long time." ”

Ye Fanggu chuckled and said, "It sounds strange and pitiful, it seems that doing things in the yamen is like being a cow and a horse." ”

Song Nan said with a smile: "I get up earlier than the chicken, I sleep later than the dog, and I get tired of staying up." ”

Ye Fanggu said: "I still have to fight with my fists, so I was brave and ruthless, and I was almost arrested and imprisoned, so I was naturally extra tired." ”

Song Nan was stunned and tilted his head and said, "Do you all know the Dao?" ”

Ye Fanggu tugged Song Nan's bun hard and said: "Don't move, you haven't combed it well, you are tight-lipped, such a big matter is kept in the dark at home, if it weren't for the rumors outside, we would all have black eyes." ”

Song Nan listened to Ye Fanggu's voice and felt a little wrong, looking back, Ye Fanggu looked stunned, her eyes were foggy, and she hurriedly said: "It's just a trivial matter, I don't say that I'm afraid that you will be blind and worried, don't make it quiet, it's a trouble to teach my mother to know the Tao." ”

Ye Fanggu wiped her tears and said angrily: "Do you still know that Lu Dao is worried about your aunt?" It's been a few hours since I chanted the scriptures early in the morning, what are you doing as an aunt? It's praying for you, everyone is worried, but you don't care. ”

Song Nan was startled, and quickly stood up and walked towards the north house, Ye Fanggu chased after the hairpin on the hairpin, sighed and turned around and sat down.

Song Nan walked into the north house quickly, the west side of the house is set up in the Buddha shrine, open the curtain and the nose is filled with the smell of Buddha incense, but see that the two red candles in front of the north Buddha shrine are only a little bit burned, and on the futon below, Song Mu sits with her eyes closed, twisting the Buddha beads in one hand and knocking on the wooden fish with the other, and there are words in her mouth.

"Mother, rest." Song Nan said softly.

Mother Song stopped her hand, opened her eyes, and said with a smile on her face, "Nan'er, get up." ”

Song Nan took a futon and sat down next to Song's mother, nodded and said, "Well, sleep very comfortably." ”

Mother Song stretched out her hand to straighten the hair in Song Nan's ears, her eyes were full of love, and she said softly: "My son is hard, it's really not easy for this big family to support." ”

Song Nan said with a smile: "What is this, my mother rests more, and it is not a day to worship the Buddha, I heard Miss Ye say, you have recited the scriptures for several hours today, take a breath and read it again tomorrow, the Buddha will not blame." ”

Mother Song sighed and said: "My mother is old, I can't help you, you don't tell my mother if you have something, my mother can only pray for my son in front of the Buddha, pray for the safety of the family, and nothing else can help." ”

Song Nan said in a low voice: "My son is not filial, my mother is worried, that incident is not that my son deliberately concealed it, but ......"

Mother Song shook her head and said, "Needless to say, my son has been reborn in the past year, and he is no longer as ignorant of affairs as before." When your father was alive, he sometimes told me about the situation when he was an official, and he also said that officialdom was deceitful and there were many villains. My son remembers, it doesn't matter if the official doesn't do it, don't have an accident, if something happens to you, what should this big family do? ”

Song Nan nodded silently, he is already the pillar of the family, if there is anything missing, this family is indeed without the backbone, and her mother must have heard the rumors on the street, and she was very frightened, so she could only pray for the blessing of the Buddha.

"Mother rest assured, I promise you that I will be cautious in my future actions, and I will inform my family if there is a major incident, so that my family will not be afraid of me."

Mother Song smiled: "Then the mother is relieved." ”

Song Nan said: "Mother, let's rest, go to the yard to talk, I'm still empty." ”

Song Mu nodded, got up slowly, put a stick of incense in front of the Buddha, and slowly walked out of the wing room with Song Nan's support.

On the small table outside, millet porridge was steaming hot, a few dishes and a few hot steamed buns were also neatly arranged, after Song Nan helped his mother to sit down, under the gentle eyes of the three women, his appetite was opened, and the food on the table was swept clean.