Uncle Wei walked out of the courtyard and walked straight forward.

He didn't know where he wanted to go, but he felt that all the shocks and complicated tastes in his heart had woven a big net that enveloped him, and it was difficult to break free for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

He didn't say a word, but his heart was extremely noisy.

At the beginning of the day after the rain, the afternoon sun is particularly dazzling. Although the rain is gone, the remaining raindrops are still hanging on the branches and leaves, flowing between the roof tiles, hidden in the cracks of the blue brick rockery, under the refraction of the sun, the wind rises from time to time, and the light and shadow of the water beads are swaying, as if the whole world is shaking with his heartbeat.

Uncle Wei easily walked to the outer garden, where the spring is full of light, and the strange flowers and plants that bloom are piled up with brilliant colors.

He walked through the splendid place and stopped by a lotus pond.

The pond full of oil green lotus leaves stretches, holding the round and bulging raindrops, the wind blows, the raindrops slide in the lotus leaves, two rolls into one, and then shakes on two, a water drop falls into several petals and rolls again.

Wei Shuyi looked through a pool of swaying waves and looked at a pavilion on the opposite bank.

Looking into the sunlight, his vision blurred, and he seemed to see a girl sitting alone in the pavilion, looking at the koi in the pond, and yawning boredly—a scene that had appeared at the spring flower party they had held in the Zhengguo Mansion two years earlier.

Between the overlapping of light and shadow, the girl in the pavilion was covered with a layer of hazy light, like the sunlight staying and intertwining, and like the cold light from the Beidi Snow Field, so that people dare not peep, but it is difficult to look away.

Wei Shuyi stared at this illusory image, and a sense of unspeakable injustice arose in his heart, her deeds and exploits should have been completely recorded in the history books, instead of being buried in the snow in the north.

In a trance, he seemed to see the figure in the pavilion tilting his head slightly and looking at him from afar.

The sight is unreal, but it's incomparably exciting.

Uncle Wei stepped forward.

“…… Pimp! ”

Seeing this, Changji, who was not far away, suddenly lost his voice and screamed, and hurriedly rushed forward and stretched out his hand.

"Plop!"

Wei Shuyi stepped into the pool with one foot and fell into the spring pool water.

"Come quickly, Lang Jun has jumped into the pond!" Before Changji jumped into the water, he didn't forget to shout and call for someone to come and help.

Hell, what did Mrs. talk about with Lang Jun, and it made Lang Jun and others have the idea of committing suicide!

But Changji quickly overturned this conclusion, because when he stepped forward to rescue, he saw that his own Langjun had already taken the initiative to go ashore...... It's not intentional suicide, it's evil?

Thinking back to Lang Jun's appearance of not possessing his soul all the way, Changji became more and more affirmed.

So when he helped his own Lang Jun ashore, Chang Ji urged nervously to several servants who heard the movement and surrounded him: "Quick, Lang Jun has fallen into evil!" ”

Several servants were shocked when they heard this, so did they want to invite Lang Zhong or a Taoist priest?

Wei Shuyi, who was agitated by the cold water and had come to his senses, raised his hand to stop Changji from pinching people for him: "I'm fine, don't talk nonsense......"

Either the body has not fully recovered after the wind and cold, or the mental impact has indeed been great, and Wei Shuyi fell ill again afterwards.

In the days since he was sick and on leave, the imperial court had already issued a reward to the officials who sent Dongluo.

Historically, all officials in the Dasheng Kingdom who served as envoys to foreign countries would be promoted after returning, and this time was no exception.

As the head official of this mission, Wei Shuyi's promotion is inevitable, although he is young, he has been in the position of a servant for four years. The so-called Dongtai Men Shilang is the adjutant of the province, and there are two chief officials in the door, and the servants are in charge of the provincial government affairs, and they are the same as the right minister. However, due to the extremely fierce party struggle in recent years, the position of the subordinate servant has changed frequently, but Wei Shuyi, the subordinate waiter, is as immobile and stable as an old dog, so when the position of the servant is vacant, the affairs of the subordinate province are mostly judged by Wei Shuyi-

Now, there is only one person in the ranks, named Cui Lu, who is from the Cui family of Qinghe, and Cui Lu is the same generation.

Emperor Shengshu praised Wei Shuyi's meritorious service in the early dynasty, as well as his outstanding political achievements and virtues in recent years, and promoted him to the rank of provincial servant, and co-managed the affairs of the province with Cui Lan.

Since then, Dasheng has been promoted since the opening of the imperial examination, and the youngest champion Gong Wei Shilang has become the youngest right minister in the history of Dasheng.

This move shows that the empress employs people on the basis of merit, and also represents that Wei Shuyi will officially share power with the Cui family.

The situation was turbulent, and the empress knew that it was no longer suitable to fight in the court, but her desire to fight for power with the scholars did not disappear for a day, and she was not careless for a moment.

In addition, Lu Chong, the commander of the forbidden army who was responsible for protecting the envoys to Dongluo, was praised and affirmed by Wei Shuyi and others more than once. In that assassination of the people under the command of Kangding Mountain, although Chang Suining helped him later, before the reinforcements arrived, he was also calm and resolute from beginning to end, and tried his best to protect the officials well. On the way back, because the decisions made were correct enough, he also let the envoy team escape from danger several times.

This time, the envoys were able to return unharmed, and their contributions were indispensable. After discussion, he was promoted to the general of Zuotunwei by Zuotun Wei Zhonglang, and was one of the sixteen Wei generals of the Beijing Central Forbidden Army.

Song Xian, who was also among the envoy officials, was transferred to the palace of the Imperial History Tower, serving as the servant of the Imperial History, picketing hundreds of officials, and was located under the Imperial History, with six official residences.

Tan Li was promoted to the position of a branch member in the household department, and he was also a six-product, in charge of taxes, gifts, rewards and other matters.

On the first day of taking office, Tan Li looked at the thick account book left by the previous branch member Wailang, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and tried to ask: "...... Before this former official left, he didn't even have a handover? ”

The official who helped him sighed and said, "It's really a bit of a hurry......"

If you ask how anxious it is, it is: I sit here in the morning, and lie in a coffin in the evening.

"Died of ......an emergency," the official said, looking at Tan Li's buttocks, and sighed, "I was in the same position where you were sitting, my lord." ”

Tan Li's color changed suddenly and he stood up.

The official hurriedly reassured: "Don't worry, your lordship, the tables and chairs have been replaced...... Our household department has always been very particular about feng shui. ”

As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to the portrait secretly hanging in the corner on the side, the portrait was very wonderful, at first glance it looked like the God of Wealth, and if you look closely, you have the posture of a military general, and then look closely, it has the charm of often stabbing history.

Looking at the portrait, Tan Wei decided for a while, sat back with courage, and flipped through the two account books casually, only to see that it was either to urge the army to pay or to account for the deficit...... I can't help but feel that the former clerk is in such a hurry, it is really for a reason, and it is normal for people to do it.

After looking at it for a long time, Tan Li suddenly had a new understanding of how rich he was - although he was poor, he would not owe so many bad debts, and if these accounts were spread on him, he would not know how to live.

On his first day in office, he spent his first day wringing his eyebrows and sighing.

When it was time to leave duty, several officials and scribes walked in, saying that the new squire of the household department had been selected.

When Tan Li heard it at first glance, his brain "buzzed" - the new waiter? What about Zhan Shilang? Could it be ...... In a hurry, he also left?

Zhan Shilang is a good person!

Thinking back to last year, when he first entered the officialdom, he didn't know anything, it was Zhan Shilang who pulled him to grow up!

When they met for the last time, Zhan Shilang's face was indeed a little tired, and the top of his head was indeed a little sparse, but how could it be......

Tan Li's eyes quickly turned red, but because he didn't hear the news, he still had a trace of luck, and stepped forward to inquire, only to know that Zhan Shilang was still alive, but he was in the palace at the moment.

Zhan Mian didn't leave in a hurry, he was just ready to be promoted.

The former head of the household department is very old, and in recent years, due to the increase in pressure, his ear and brain power are not very good. When I went back to the household department, I always sat there and sighed and muttered when I listened to the subordinates report their accounts: [It's difficult, it's too difficult. 】

Or: [Poor, too poor. 】

This was repeated no less than 50 times a day for two months.

Therefore, now he is in a state of semi-resignation, staying at home to recuperate, and finding a doctor from the rejuvenation hall to visit the door every day to regulate the pulse.

Tan Li had just returned to Beijing a few days ago, and he was so busy that he hadn't had time to understand the news.

But Zhan Mian obviously knows it clearly, there are subordinates who died suddenly, and then there are Shangfeng who are delirious, to put it in layman's terms, isn't it just the death of the dead, the crazy crazy?

As a result of the situation, although Zhan Mian took over the position of the head of the household, it was difficult to feel the joy from the bottom of his heart.

Now, he has gone from worrying about the amount of hair he has to worrying about the length of his life.

The affairs of national politics are far from being able to be reversed by his own efforts, and how to survive seems to be something that needs to be thought about urgently.

Worried, Zhan Mian thought of his teacher, the teacher is the oldest person in the court, and he also holds the position of a scholar, why can he still be energetic and clear? What's the secret?

Zhan Mian then went to humbly ask for advice.

Mrs. Chu was not stingy, and gave two pieces of advice, which were very concise and to the point, the first one was called [Don't hold back] - as the name suggests, don't put pressure in your heart, you must master the virtue of going crazy anytime and anywhere, and would rather teach me to scare the people of the world than to teach the world to be popular.

The second is called "Don't be stingy".

Zhan Mian didn't understand for a while: "Teacher, why do you solve this?" Is it to let students know how to be charitable and accumulate merit? ”

Seeing his pious and dumbfounded face, Mrs. Chu lost patience: "It's for you to spend money to hire a few doormen to help take care of chores." ”

Zhan Mian suddenly realized.

asked the doorman to help take care of the trivial affairs, and the Wu family was also considering discussing it at this moment.

Wu Siqing and Wu Yu were also promoted, and they were also promoted to the household department, replacing him with the position of the household servant who was vacated by Zhan Miangang.

Hearing the good news of his father's promotion, Wu Zhaobai was very happy, and hurriedly came over to congratulate his father, and heard his grandfather talk about introducing several literati staff to the palace.

When Wu Zhaobai was still thinking about it, he only heard his sister speak: "My daughter is also willing to share her father's worries." ”

Wu Zhaobai was stunned: "Chunbai, how can you even take care of such things......

As the grandson of the three generations of the Wu family, he has not yet had time to recommend himself.

"Chunbai can try to learn." Old lady Wu took the lead and looked at her granddaughter with appreciation.

Wu Zhaobai wanted to speak and stopped, but did not say anything to refute it.

Chunbai came back from Dongluo on this trip, and it became different from before, he always felt that Chunbai was pretending to be, but now Chunbai made him feel that he didn't pretend anymore, and almost put the competition on the table.

And his father said that Chunbai pushed his father away from under the knife and saved his father's life, and what was even more ruthless was that Chunbai also killed ...... with a knife!

She killed!

She has killed people, so doesn't she even dare to kill people? Wait a minute...... It's a sick sentence...... Isn't there nothing she doesn't dare to do?

Every time he thought of this, Wu Zhaobai, who had not even killed a chicken, was inexplicably panicked in his heart.

And after a long reflection last year, his self-esteem has been broken in half.

Therefore, although he had something to say in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything.

"Grandfather, let my brother come with me." Wu Chunbai proposed.

Wu Zhaobai couldn't believe his ears.

He looked over and saw his sister smiling with him: "It's better to let my brother help polish the ink than to be idle all day long with nothing to do." ”

Wu Zhaobai's expression was distorted when he heard it - how could he have a sense of waste utilization outside the words?

He reads poetry and books to the fullest, and he knows more than just grinding ink!

The old lady Wu looked at her granddaughter, and her eyes couldn't help but become more and more satisfied.

When Wu Chunbai returned to the courtyard, the maid served her to take a bath, and when she helped her dry her hair, she asked: "When the maid was packing up for the girl, she didn't seem to see the dagger that the girl took away before going out...... But left out? ”

The dagger had a different meaning to the girl.

Wu Chunbai said: "It should be, if you lose it, you will lose it, don't worry." ”

When the situation was urgent that day, she secretly handed the dagger to the Lord Song, thinking that he had lost it in the chaos.

She was frightened that day, and there were corpses all over the place, so she didn't bother to look for them.

Thinking of this, when Wu Chunbai was lying on the couch, he couldn't help but think back to the experience of that day.

At the same time, Song Xian, who had just closed the official document, looked at the box next to the bookcase, and suddenly recalled the thrilling situation of passing by death in the ice and snow.

Whenever he thought about it, the most common thing that came to his mind was the woman who pretended to be close to him, stabbing the knife into the rebel's body with both hands, and staring at him in horror.

Looking up, the moon outside the window is bright and quiet.

This rain took away the last trace of coolness in late spring. It's almost summer, and everything is getting more and more luxuriant.

Far away in the Rongwang Mansion in Yizhou, the flowers and plants in the back garden are also a scene of competition, Li Yin, the king of Rong, who is wearing a navy blue wide-sleeved robe, stands in the pavilion to watch the scene, and a man in a black robe appears behind him, kneeling down in the pavilion to plead guilty.

Li Yin didn't look back, and there was no anger in his question: "Missed?" ”

The man replied: "Back to the prince, someone should have waited for me to do it first." ”

Hearing this, King Rong's eyebrows moved slightly, and he tilted his head slightly.

The man recounted the story in detail, and finally said, "...... When I arrived, only Yu Zeng's mutilated body was left under the mountain wall, and his head had been taken first. ”

King Rong's clear voice did not fluctuate in the slightest: "Since the head is no longer there, is that remnant body really Yu Zeng?" ”

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