To figure out when the imperial historian Zhang Yiqi will go to the Qinglou, the walking route after entering the Qinglou, the time of departure and other details, it is inevitable that Ning Que has often been in and out of the Qinglou called Red Sleeves in recent days. It's just that people can't find out that he cares about these things, so as not to check it out afterwards, so he spends most of his time in the Qinglou messing around.

He became more and more familiar with the plump girl named Shui Zhu'er, and even the other girls in the building were used to the poor young man coming and going, and there were people who were Jane's favorite readers, and no one dared to say anything.

Although because of Xiaocao's fake rumors of everyone's rules, Ning Que can only hold hands and hug the girls and fake a kiss, and can't really do anything, and naturally he doesn't need to pay for spending the night, but no matter how thick-skinned the person is, he always has to reward the little maids with some copper coins after entering the building, so after a few times, the sharp reduction in the silver money in the shop finally attracted Sang Sang's attention.

When he came back that night, in the face of the little maid's question, Ning Que did not hide anything, and briefly talked about what he had done these days, and said: "I always have to become a regular customer, if something happens in that building in the future, the government will not be suspicious of me, otherwise if I go once, it just so happens that the imperial history will die, this kind of coincidence is enough for Chang'an Mansion to be suspicious." ”

Then he smiled and continued: "After this matter is done, naturally there is no need to go to that building to polish the time, and it will not cost any more money." ”

"How I listen to it, I always feel that young master, your heart is full of reluctance. ”

Sang Sang looked at him with a small face, and said seriously: "But if after Lord Yushi dies, you will never go to the Qinglou again, won't it also arouse suspicion." ”

Ning Que was stunned, only to find that there was indeed some problem, not annoyed but a little relieved, rubbed her head and said: "If this is the case, then you really have to go a few more times afterwards, you see how much silver there is." ”

Sangsang answered, and prepared to do her favorite job, counting silver. Ning Que suddenly thought of something, hurriedly called her, took out a box of fat powder from his arms, hesitated for a moment and handed it over: "This is from the girl Shuizhu'er in the building, she ...... Nice people. ”

In fact, this box of fat powder was begged by Shui Zhu'er with this tender face, the purpose was to make Sang Sang happy, as for adding the three words "good", he was worried that she would dislike the identity of the girls in the building and feel dirty.

Sang Sang took the fat powder box, his black little face was full of joy, and the eyes of the more slender willow leaves were full of smiles, and he said: "I have long heard that the girls in those buildings have their own unique secret recipes, and some of them are even better than Chen Jinji's. ”

"Do you like it?" Ning Que looked at her with a smile.

Sang Sang wrapped his arms around the box and hugged the box tightly, looked up at him with a small face, pursed his small mouth and refused to answer him, but the little face was already smiling.

Hiding the box with the Chen Kum Kee fat powder box that he bought a few days ago, bringing slightly hot boiling water and carefully serving Ning Que to wash his feet, he washed his feet with the remaining warm water, Sang Sang spread out the two quilts, untied his coat and quickly got in, muttering that there is no kang that is cold.

As the night deepened, there was a faint sound of beating outside the shop. Sang Sang had not fallen asleep, and the slender eyes staring at the roof were bright, like the sparkle in the middle of a black gem, and she suddenly asked, "Young Master, that Lord Yushi...... When will you go to that green house?"

Ning Que was silent for a long time, and then replied softly, "Tomorrow." ”

Sang Sang didn't know that Chang'an City was a hunting ground that was more dangerous than Minshan and grassland, so she was not worried about the young master's safety, but was very worried about some other things. She grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands, looked down at the other end of the bed vigorously, and said seriously: "Young master, since that Lord Yushi is going to die tomorrow, you have to tell him why this is before you die, right?"

"Yes. Ning Que looked at the ceiling, frowned and said, "Revenge is such a thing...... The other party doesn't know what revenge I have avenged, and it's really a little embarrassing. ”

Then say to him. ”

"Because of some things, I want to destroy you on behalf of Haotian?...... Is it a bit casual and not dignified to be so straightforward? Is there any more solemn or very stylish routine?"

Sang Sang frowned, trying to think about how to solve this problem, and after a while, she nodded vigorously on the pillow and said, "Young master, write a poem." ”

"Poetry, I'm not good at that. ”

"Shall I write one, then?"

"Okay. ”

Sang Sang read a few lines of the poem that had been made up very seriously. Ning Que listened carefully and pondered again, and finally said seriously: "This poem is better than what I wrote." ”

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The imperial history of the Tang Empire serves the imperial history, from the six products, responsible for picketing hundreds of bureaucrats, impeaching lawlessness, the rank is not high, and the power is not small, so the noble position is not rotated, and whoever does it should be satisfied. However, Zhang Yiqi was never satisfied, because he was already a promising superintendent of the imperial history thirteen years ago, and as a result, he had worked hard for so long, and now he is just a noble and useless imperial history.

But he didn't dare to complain about this, because he knew very well what the real reason for his official road was sluggish - after participating in the case of Lin Guangyuan, the general of Xuanwei, he was promoted to the next level, and after the trial of the Yanjing Slaughter Village case was concluded seven years ago, he was promoted from the chief of the imperial history platform to the servant of the imperial history, and he never took a step forward!

If it is said that those two big men don't want to be known about their selfishness back then, then they should also try their best to kill him, instead of hanging him out in the imperial history platform like this, aren't they afraid that Zhang Yiqi will have a grudge and expose that matter?

For his stagnant future, Zhang Yiqi thought hard for two years, and finally realized it four years ago, and then he was cold.

can make a royal history who is in the limelight sink, and can directly cut off the Qingyun Avenue paved for him by His Royal Highness the Prince and Xiahou with an understatement, and there is no trace of force at all, and there is only one person in the entire Tang Dynasty who can do it, and that is His Majesty the Emperor.

In the eyes of the world, although His Majesty, the emperor of the Tang Empire, is not mediocre, he still seems a little conservative and cowardly compared with his ancestors.

It is absurd to say, but the strongest evidence for the whole world to come to this conclusion is that since the ascension of His Majesty the Emperor, the empire has ceased to be as rude and rude in its dealings with other countries as it used to be, and has begun to make sense.

Although the truth is definitely still in the hands of the Tang Empire, robbers who are willing to be reasonable will always look more cute in the eyes of hostages and fat sheep.

But Zhang Yiqi and the vast majority of courtiers knew very well that their emperor, His Majesty, was definitely not a conservative and cowardly person.

His Majesty has only liked calligraphy since he was a child, and there is a bit of bookishness hidden under the golden dragon robe, so his temperament is a little loose and lazy.

But after all, His Majesty's surname is Li, and his body is the proud and violent blood of the Tang Dynasty, if someone touches his bottom line, he will definitely see what the real Son of Heaven is angry.

In the two cases of General Xuanwei's treason and Yanjing's massacre, all doubts were erased, and no evidence was left, but His Majesty the Emperor didn't necessarily believe the investigation of the courtiers, but there was no evidence, even if he was on the dragon chair, he probably didn't bother to do anything to overturn the case, but those officials who aroused his suspicion never thought of any future in their lives.

His Royal Highness the Prince is His Majesty's beloved younger brother, and Xiahou is a general appreciated by His Majesty, so His Majesty can accommodate them temporarily, and what is his Zhang Yiqi's mere imperial history?