Pang Yue carried Li Siye's handwriting in his arms, beat the horse and galloped for five or six miles, the horse's hooves kicked on the ground and kicked up the floating smoke and dust, he suddenly pulled the reins and pulled the horse to stop in the valley.

He temporarily remembered a thing, before leaving Chang'an, the right minister had confessed, as if he wanted to send Li Siye's handwritten handwriting to Chang'an, but he didn't dare not bring it back, and the letter written by the Jiedu envoy was equivalent to an official document, and stealing an official document was a big crime to kill his head.

When he was thinking about it, he really found a good way, that is, copying, drawing Li Siye's handwriting as a cat and a tiger, anyway, he couldn't bear to look at it directly, and then gave the fake one to Cen Shen, and the real one ordered someone to take it back to Chang'an.

After making up his mind, Pang Yue's breath became much calmer, and he once again beat his horse and ran towards Tingzhou City.

As soon as he entered the city gate, the soldiers were about to stop him, but when they saw his official uniform, they hurriedly withdrew again, and the horse's hooves were able to drive straight into the inner city. Crossing the crossroads in the inner city, he saw the entrance of the alley where his family lived, and pulled the horse's head and turned in. Cen Shen was distracted on the side of the road, and when he saw him so anxious, he shouted, but the other party didn't hear it.

He turned over and dismounted in front of the house, the servant hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the horse, he rushed into the courtyard gate without speaking, just about to go to the study, only to remember that not long after moving in, the study fell off the wall because of water leakage, and was asking workers to repair it, and his study four treasures and a few cases were still in the concubine's room.

Concubine Pang Jiamei was sitting under the window with a needle embroidering a fan, when she heard Pang Yue break into the door, the needle suddenly pricked her finger, and she sighed in pain, and she took her finger into her lips. Pang Yue turned around and grabbed the door with both hands and closed it vigorously, and plugged the latch again.

A trace of shyness flashed on the beautiful concubine's cheeks, she put down the fan and licked her fingers and said, "My Merry Lang, are you so anxious?" ”

After speaking, she was about to remove the shawl on her shoulders, and then untie her clothes, who knew that Ah Lang didn't look at him when she entered the door, took out a roll of paper from his arms and threw it on the desk, and shouted to the concubine: "What kind of clothes did you take off in broad daylight, hurry up and come over to polish the ink for me!" ”

The little concubine frowned slightly, hurriedly put down the needlework and squatted in front of the desk, opened the inkstone, picked up the porcelain bottle on the table and poured some water into it, and gently grinded it on the inkstone with her fingers. Pang Yue didn't care about admiring the red sleeves and incense, spread Li Siye's handwriting on the desk, took out a piece of identical white linen paper, aligned it and pasted it on it, carefully saw that the light was too dim, and hurriedly ordered the concubine: "Hurry up, order a few more oil lamps in the house!" ”

She lit a few more oil lamps on the beams around Pang Yue, and the light staggered to form the effect of a shadowless lamp, Pang Yue was full of ink, and gently smeared on the paper with a bated breath, and even the typos that were smeared were imitated extremely seriously, and due to overwork, sweat seeped out of his forehead unconsciously.

The concubine took out a silk silk from her sleeve and gently wiped the sweat from her husband's forehead, while wondering what he was doing. Copying literati calligraphy and painting has existed since ancient times, but he has never seen such an ugly character copied, what is he going to do.

Pang Yue put down the pen and breathed a sigh of relief, blew dry the ink marks on the paper, and pulled the two sheets of paper open to take a look. He said arrogantly: "Look, does it look like it?" Like not? ”

The concubine pinched the silk handkerchief and nodded the corners of her lips and said, "It looks like an image, but?" ”

"Alright." He folded the fakes and the originals separately, stuffed them into two envelopes, went to the front and left wings where the subordinates lived, handed the originals to one of the shrewd and capable servants, and commanded in a low voice: "You prepare later, take this letter to Chang'an, and hand it over to the steward of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

He went to the capital to take the copied letter to the capital, and before going out, he rode a horse and pretended to be out of breath, creating the illusion that he had not stopped all the way, dismounted and walked quickly to the duty room where Cen Shen was, and when he entered the door, he covered his sleeves to wipe his sweat, pretended to be very hot, took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Cen Shen, and said indifferently from his eyes: "Zhongcheng wants you to write a new notice, and the people who cultivate land and land should be restricted, and they should not be allowed to plow the grassland and mountains and forests. ”

Cen Shen stared at him calmly, as if he was watching a talk show that was not funny, and then asked, "Zhongcheng just asked you to pass the word, and there is no letter?" ”

"Yes, yes." Pang Yue hurriedly took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Cen Shen. Cen Shen stretched out his hands, and his eyes widened instantly. This scared Pang Yue enough, thinking that Cen Shen had seen Li Siye's handwriting, and now he would be exposed.

"This is Li Zhongcheng's letter?"

"Yes," Pang Yue also seemed unconfident when he spoke.

He quickly figured it out, it turned out that this guy was shocked by Li Siye's words, and he couldn't imagine that the dignified Beiting Festival envoy could write so badly.

Fortunately, the content can be recognized, and the narration in the vernacular is also very organized, Cen Shen put the letter on the desk and began to think about how to draw up the notice.

Pang Yue naturally said goodbye and retreated, constantly reflecting on whether he had made any mistakes.

The servants he sent to Chang'an to deliver the letter set out that afternoon, followed the post station all the way to the southeast, and finally arrived at Chang'an City in more than three months. After the servant entered the city, he immediately went to the right minister's mansion to pass the letter to the doorman, and told him that it was a letter from the north court and that he should read it to the right minister himself.

After getting the letter, the doorman did not dare to slack off, and immediately handed it over to the steward in charge of the concierge, who did not know where the right minister was, so he had to go to the chief steward. The chief steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion has another mansion in Chang'an City, this mansion is magnificent, there are pavilions and pavilions, and there are groups of beautiful wives and concubines, but after Li Linfu enters the court, he can be idle for a while, and go back to his home to find a beauty to have fun.

The steward found the chief steward's mansion and entered the courtyard through the concierge's report, but unfortunately the other party was in the concubine's room. After waiting for a while, the chief steward pushed the door out, fastened the button of the round-necked robe while crossing the threshold, and said to the steward, "If there is anything, go back to the Prime Minister's mansion to talk about it." ”

As soon as they returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Li Linfu's car had already reached the front door, and there were thirty ironclad soldiers on the right side of the front and right guards to open the way, and the assassins did not want to approach within fifty paces, and even when the right minister got out of the car, there were sixteen warriors with large shields who surrounded the carriage in a semicircle, and the crossbowmen hiding in the distance were also dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

The chief steward hurriedly came out of the door, helped Ah Lang out of the carriage, and whispered beside him, "There seems to be news from the North Court." ”

Li Linfu turned his head and looked around the street, then lowered his head and said, "Go to the room of Huizitang Jiaxu today, and go in." ”

The right minister entered the mansion, the subordinates took the carriage away, and the soldiers of the right guard were divided into pieces and guarded the various points of the prime minister's mansion.

By the time he passed through the gate of the inner courtyard, Li Linfu had already retired from all his servants, leaving only the chief steward to follow him to the predetermined room.

When the two entered the room, the chief steward tightened the door, took out the letter from his bosom, spread out the paper, and placed it on the desk in front of him, before lighting the two bronze lampposts standing in the room.

Li Linfu held the paper in his hands and held it in his hands, looking at the handwriting on it through the light, and a smile flooded from the corner of his eyes to his entire face.

"Li Siye really doesn't know how to learn, he doesn't know how to write and ink, and he runs through the whole article in the vernacular, and he made six wrong words, if he lets the saint see this pair of words, I'm afraid he can't bear to look at it directly. Haha, I'm carefree! ”

He folded the paper and handed it to the chief steward, and because he was in a happy mood, his speech became playful: "If you collect the authentic works of General Li Siye, maybe it will become valuable after many years." ”

The chief steward also laughed along with him, and added with a comical awareness: "Maybe in the future, the world will be less and worse, and it will really be ugly as beautiful." ”

Li Linfu laughed heartily, and after laughing, he ordered: "Next, you go to the Ministry of Officials to operate, transfer Pang Yue back, and with the qualifications of Judge Jiedu, you can be a household department when you return to Beijing." ”

The steward was puzzled and asked, "Don't leave him with Li Siye anymore?" Didn't you say it served as an eyeliner monitor? ”

"Forget it. Pang Yue is vulgar and not careful enough, so it's okay for him to do things in a short time, but if it takes a long time, it is easy for Li Siye to grab the handle and control it, which adds a lot of trouble. I heard that he brought his family to Beiting, it was really hopelessly stupid, so it was better to come back early to avoid being embarrassed over there. Why are there all these stupid people under my hands! ”

The steward smiled and said with relief: "Stupidity is also good, he is obedient." ”

Li Linfu raised his head and laughed, smiled and gradually frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Next, it's time to deal with the emperor's Wang Yizi, who is also the envoy of the four towns, and has reached the peak of foreign generals. I supported Hu'er An Lushan, originally to control him, but this Hu'er didn't have enough foundation, and he completely fell behind, but he was impeached and said that he intended to rebel. With the prime minister sitting in the middle of the court, who in the world dares to have wolf ambitions? ”

"Therefore, before he enters the court, he must remove his minions and remove his prestige, and if he can completely eliminate it, it will be a hundred. It's just that I'm afraid that there will be more and more people who are thinking about assassinating someone in the future. ”

The steward stood beside him, feeling the anger accumulated in the dilemma of riding a tiger on the right side, and his body trembled involuntarily.