The mansion next to the Shenzheng Road in Kyoto has never had too many people staying, and the main task here is to be responsible for transmitting Fan Xian's orders and receiving the news from the king of Shangjing in the north. The younger brother and others all live in the wing room, and the room reserved for Fan Xian's errands naturally does not have the habit of lighting a fire.

Today, although I knew that Lord Tisi was coming, someone had already sent a stove in advance, but there was a lot of yīn cold in the room, and it was still impossible to disperse for a while. Fan Xian sat in a wheelchair, feeling the cold in the room, couldn't help but slap his hands, and said with a wry smile: "I can't even give birth to a stove...... Is the yard so poor?"

Deng Ziyue was baking an inkstone on the stove, and called his subordinates to get some hot water to moisten the frozen brush, listening to the adult's words, he said with a wry smile: "My lord, these rìzi have a lot of things, and I am injured again, so I am not ready for you to come over today." ”

Finally tossing and turning, Fan Xian propped his head, watching Deng Ziyue holding the ink block and grinding it desperately on the warm inkstone, mixing it with warm water, like grinding a knife for a long time, and finally grinding out some juice.

Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction, the new henchman's water grinding kung fu seemed to be no worse than that of Taiyi Zheng, and he put the brush into the inkstone, dipped it in some ink, and wrote a few words on the snow-white paper...... Damn, the ink is freezing again!

"What the hell is this weather!" Fan Xian was furious, threw the scorched wood-like brush on the table, and scolded: "Why haven't you seen Leng Cheng like this at home?"

Deng Ziyue only felt a cold wind blowing everywhere in the room, and replied cautiously: "The stove in the house is much better, when I bought this courtyard, I didn't have these, and I didn't even have time to warm the kang." ”

"I'm not sleeping here. Fan Xian said angrily: "You are one, Lao Wang is the other, they are all the masters who have been killed...... At the beginning, he gave Wang Qinian 1,000 taels of silver, but he only spent 120 taels to buy such a broken yard...... Can't you freeze me to death?"

Deng Ziyue was a little sympathetic to his predecessor who was far away in the Northern Qi Dynasty and was reprimanded by Lord Tisi every day, and Xiaoyi persuaded: "The victory is in tranquility." ”

"It's not just quiet. Fan Xian glanced at him and said hatefully: "This is called Qinghan! If those ministers in Beijing see it, I am afraid that they will really think that our Supervision Yuan is a Qingshui Yamen." ”

He had a few important letters to write today, and he didn't care so much, so he still tried his best to use the brush, but after all, he still couldn't get his hands on it, and after a few tosses, he finally gave up, slapped the desk and shouted: "Give me that pen!"

Deng Ziyue pondered for a long time, and finally took out a pen from his close-fitting clothes, and when he was about to hand it to Fan Xian, he showed a cautious face and said: "This is expensive, I heard that there is not much inventory in the inner library, so adults can save some use." ”

Fan Xian snatched it up, looked at him with great disdain, and thought to himself, isn't it just a pencil, what are you doing with such a precious price? When you go to Jiangnan to find a few more graphite mines, the pencil business in the inner library will naturally be able to rise again, and at that time, I will call the inner library to make two baskets for you to carry, one basket for you to write until you die, and one basket for you to throw along the street to play!

............ The pencil glides over the snow-white paper, like a beautiful woman's toes dancing on the smooth ice, occasionally scratching a few traces of ice and snow.

Deng Ziyue knew that Master Tisi was writing a secret letter, so he retreated early. In the cold study, Fan Xian was the only one who was writing with a broken pen, and the mist spit out of his mouth was fleeting on the paper, looking very charming.

The content of the letter is actually very charming, although it is a secret letter from the Supervision Yuan, but the matter on the letter is too big, and the pencil handwriting can be erased, so Fan Xian is not too relieved, the language used is more obscure, and important sentences such as time are all coded words.

The letter was sent to Wang Qinian, and it was written about the Cui family. Because the Cui family was persecuted in Kyoto, in order to help the second prince and Xinyang raise money, they had to transfer a large number of smuggled goods to Northern Qi, but the channels there have not been opened, so there has been a phenomenon of accumulation.

At present, on the line and in the northern warehouse, the Cui family has transferred out of Xinyang, and the accumulated goods can account for about one-sixth of the annual output of the inner warehouse!

From this ratio, it can be seen that the eldest princess has been in charge of Neiku for many years, and Cheng Dù, who has become so bold, is not merciless when seeking personal gain.

The current situation was created by Fan Xian and Yan Bingyun spending several months to fight the second prince and squeeze the Cui family, and what he was waiting for was that at this time, he wanted to eat the other party clean in one bite, and he didn't even spit out a single bone.

At the end of the letter to Wang Qinian, he wrote: It's time to eat.

............ Fan Xian sat in a wheelchair, tilted his head slightly, and gently rubbed the top of the wound on his chest, which had been wrapped in a frenulum, and he was a little itchy. After writing a letter, my hands were a little stiff, and I suddenly began to miss the time when I was in Shanzhou, Sisi helped me copy books every day, and when I copied books, this girl would put her hands in her arms to warm them, the tentacles were abundant, and the feeling was really good.

The second letter was written to Begonia Blossoms, but when he wrote the letter, he held a dissolute heart in his heart, and the words on the letter were a little presumptuous, occasionally provocative.

Since the Northern Qi Dynasty returned to China, his correspondence with Haitang has not been broken, and he has long been accustomed to having such a pen pal in the north, after all, as the powerful figures of the younger generation of the two big countries, it is very necessary for the two sides to maintain a smooth communication channel, and it is very beneficial to the future.

The letter talked about some gossip about the recent events in Kyoto, and of course, the Hanging Temple incident was also among them. Although the assassination of Emperor Qingguo shocked the world, and there was a detailed report in Beijing in the Northern Qi Dynasty, as a person concerned, he must have told this story much more eloquently than Mr. Storyteller.

Later, he said something else, and secretly pointed out in the words that he was ready to do something to the Cui family, so that she and the little emperor who didn't know men and women would cooperate with him. At the end of the letter he copied a poem to prove that he was still as talented as ever.

"I came to repay the gratitude, and the contract is not full of profit and glory. The ancients died for their confidants, but they were afraid of freezing their bones and burying them in the side court. The old people of China and North Korea miss me, and I am heavy and thick. Fu heard that the north was even more cold, and he didn't know how the people lived. ”

This is the last few sentences of Sima Guang's bitter cold line, Fan Xian read it with some pride, rubbed his hands a little stiffly, and felt that the poem he copied was too suitable for the occasion, and the compassion between the lines was probably going to make the Begonia girl think about it for a long time - deceiving the little girl to death is not worth her life, this is exactly what he likes to do.

After making sure that nothing was missing, he sealed the envelope and pressed the fire paint. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he always felt as if his desire for confession had not been fully satisfied, and he always felt that he was facing an old friend at the end of the letter, and he fell silent for a while.

Then he spread out another blank piece of paper, pondered for a moment, and wrote:

"Duoduo, hello, the previous letter is a business matter, this one is a casual chat. Today, the first snow fell in Kyoto in the fifth year of Keiri, a little earlier than usual. I want to come to Beijing where the snow is heavier, the weather is colder, and I saw a few plums in the corner of the fence in your vegetable garden that day, and I don't know if those plums can bloom red spots, moisturizing the monotonous face of the snow. ”

"Well, what's going on with those ducks you've raised? Be careful, don't freeze to death...... It's normal on my side, Xiao Huang Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai are all raised in the Grange outside Beijing, I heard that the guys there treat these three big fat cats as ancestors, how can there be a problem. ”

"I'm very good, I ate and slept, I slept and ate, and the house was quite quiet. My sister has been busy in the hospital for the past two days, and I heard that it has become a rare scenery in Kyoto, Wan'er went back to Lin Mansion today, and my lovely uncle has been snubbed recently, and his temper is a little bad. I wonder what you're doing?"

Fan Xian wrote casually, as casually as if he was talking, purely thinking of where to write.

"By the way, my student surnamed Shi opened a Qinglou, and the business is good, especially the dishes are very jīng, if you swim to Qingguo, I will accompany you to sit down. Ah, it suddenly occurred to me that I forgot the name of the restaurant in Shangjing, but I still remember that the wine was good that day, and I talked a lot of nonsense with you, and I don't know how much you remember. ”

"Anyway, I have read your first few letters a few times, and I always feel that I can't bear to see it, you are a saint, don't learn from those beautiful girls, always like to put some poems in the letter, although I pretend to have a poet fairy name, but I have no interest in correcting the composition. ”

"Last time, you said that the manager is doing well now...... Well, don't talk about this kind of thing in the future, I've always had a grudge against it, and for some reason, I especially have a headache to hear from her from your mouth. ”

"Duoduo, come to Qingguo to play, my wife is also very curious about you...... In addition, by the way, can you pass on your Tianyi exercises to outsiders? Recently, I have suddenly become more interested in your practice methods. ”

This seemingly natural question profoundly reveals the shamelessness and deceit in Fan Xian's heart.

"The snow outside the window seems to be getting bigger, and the young man outside the house is still chopping wood, and the young man is always enthusiastic. It's just that although I'm still young now, I don't know why, but I show some old state in my heart, looking at the people around me, it's always extremely difficult to mention interest, tired and boring...... The wind and snow outside are whistling, Xu is urging me to put down the pen, then okay, let's stop here, the stove in the room is too broken, the temperature has not been able to rise, although I still want to talk to you, but I always feel that there is no need to be against God's coldness...... Also, please help me take care of him, thank you, and wish me all the best. ”

Although the letter is natural, it is still mixed with too much useful information. He read the letter again, and then added a sentence at the end of the letter: "Wang Qinian, if you dare to peek again, I will let Mu Tie and his nephew go to peek at your daughter taking a bath!"

――――――――――――――――――――――――― "Why is there one more than usual?" Deng Ziyue opened his eyes wide, looked at Fan Xian, and counted the letters in his hand: "There are two letters for Miss Begonia?"

"Why do you ask so much?" Fan Xian said: "It's still the old charter, escort to Shangjing all the way." ”

Deng Ziyue nodded, walked outside the house, and handed the few letters that had been sealed to the members of the Qi Nian group who were already waiting outside, and the buddy counted the letters in his hand, and also asked the same question: "How...... Got two?"

Deng Ziyue looked at him, the corners of his lips twitched twice with some ugliness, he took a breath of cold air and said, "Why are you asking so much?"

The two of them looked at each other, nodded, and kept silent, thinking to themselves that Lord Tisi would send it by the highest secret mail route of the Supervision Yuan...... Love letters, it's really a bit extravagant.

............ Fan Xian took a wheelchair out of the small courtyard of Shenzheng Road, got into the carriage and went to the Lin Mansion, ready to pick up Wan'er and Dabao to return to the house. In the carriage, he suddenly asked, "Taixue Siye...... What's wrong with this position? Also, I'm no longer in Taichang Temple, why did I get promoted to be the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple this time?"

Deng Ziyue explained the latter one first: "There are two Shaoqing, Ren Shaoqing is the main one, and the adult is the deputy...... But this is a false job, and you don't have to go every day. Taixue is the general leader of the seven divisions, and these two positions are on the fourth grade. He reminded: "My lord, although you can no longer serve as a court official after you take over the post of Tisi, but after all, the court has not invented a decree to go to your two offices. ”

Fan Xian shook his head, these two appointments are the last two items in the emperor's holy decree, he didn't take it seriously at first, but then the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, the emperor was thoughtful, and he would never use his official position as a bun.

"These two positions...... Is there any ...... What's so special?" he frowned, organizing his words.

After thinking about it for a long time, Deng Ziyue replied with some uncertainty: "The position of Shaoqing is common, and there is nothing special, but Taichang Temple is in charge of the miscellaneous affairs of the temple, and it is more convenient to enter the palace...... Taixue Siye has not appeared in these years, and after several new policies, the official position is a little messy......"

He suddenly slapped his thigh and said happily: "I remember, in the past, Taixue Siye had to enter the palace to give lectures to the prince, and he was the assistant of the Taifu. ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened wide, and he was speechless for a long time, he finally understood what the emperor was doing by arranging these two positions for him, Taichang Temple Shaoqing plus this Taixue Siye, wouldn't he want to become the teacher of the princes?

To be precise, isn't it responsible for disciplining the little bastard of the third child?

As soon as he thought of this, he was shocked and scolded: "Lao Tzu doesn't have the spare time to enter the palace every day...... Aren't you going down to the south of the Yangtze River? Why are you arranging such a terrible thing for me to do?"

With a creak, the carriage seemed to be stopped by him, the curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly, and in the light snow, he saw that the front of the carriage was stopped by a eunuch leading several palace guards.

Eunuch Yao looked at Fan Xian in the carriage, shook his eyebrows with a chill, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, call the slave to find a good ...... Come with me, Your Majesty will announce your entry into the palace. ”