reborn monarch

An urgent report came from Gu Lan, saying that the Japanese carried firearms and entered the Miao Village at night to rescue the captives. Three people died and five were injured in the Miao Village. A Japanese | people's knife.

Now the situation in Qianxi is on the verge of breaking out. Wang Ze arrested the county magistrate of Zhenlong County and the prefect of Shun’an Prefecture directly under Zhenlong County after the Japanese failed to set fire. , Wen Dang even urged him to let him go, but there was nothing to talk about in Miao Village.

"Wang Ze can't hold on," Xie Jiuyuan asserted, "Wang Kemin was lending money privately to Zhou Yushi, and now the case is about to be closed. It must have made a deal with the Wen Party. The Wen Party didn't have a guarantor and threw him out. Now Wang Ze is going to fight against the Wen Party, Beijing and China will change things together, even if Wang Ze wants to hold on, Wang Kemin will let him take a step back. Besides, this little Wang is too exquisite."

Xie Jiuyuan's analysis was consistent with what Gu Zhen thought in his heart. He sent Wang Ze and the others down this time because he wanted Wang Ze to bring those knowledgeable officials to the field, but there was really no one in his hands. In the dead end, Wang Ze's arrest was already beyond Gu Zhen's expectation, and he didn't intend to ask Wang Ze to carry it to the end.

However, Gu Zhen's original plan was to send Ping Lanwei to solve the turmoil as in his previous life.In fact, Pinglanwei is not the best choice. It has many ties with the Wen Party. In my previous life, it took a year and a half to resolve the turmoil in Western Guizhou. The battle of the past two years.

Right now, someone is just right, but he is reluctant.

Gu Zhen lost his expression, and said, "Let's have a look again. Gu Lan has done a good job and made Wang Ze have the courage to arrest people. Let's wait for the news."

Xie Jiuyuan looked up at him, Gu Zhen turned his eyes away, so Xie Jiuyuan said "yes".

Reluctant, not only him.

"Squeak", the little monkey hiding on the side table yelled, trying to get their attention.

Xie Jiuyuan smiled and said, "Why haven't you let go yet?"

"The three treasures ran back after being placed on the tree." Gu Zhen was also very helpless, "I made the three treasures sleepless, and managed to feed them for a few days. If this continues, if it doesn't return to the monkey group, it will be a waste of effort."

Xie Jiuyuan suggested: "It's better to be cruel and tie him outside the house. It barks loudly, and there will always be monkeys to save it."

"As I said, I tried the three treasures too. I didn't see the monkey after being chained for a long time, but I almost cried the three treasures, so I brought them back." Gu Zhen was very helpless.

Xie Jiuyuan looked at the little monkey, who was still thin, and said, "It's useless to tie it up for half a day, so let's tie it up for a day. You won't be able to survive if you stay here."

Tea-horse trading has already existed in this dynasty, but with the chaos in the last years of the first emperor, several tea-horse families fell one after another. In the early years of Qiyuan, the Ministry of households had to send people to conduct sporadic transactions, which did not form a system. What we have to do now It is to rebuild the Tea Horse Division in Long Province and Yun Province and resume trade.

Xie Jingqing was sent to Shuitian Town, Long Province to set up a tea horse store, and he was about to leave tomorrow. He wanted to say goodbye to Qin Jian, but this person had no intention of saying goodbye at all, so he directly proposed to come, saying that his sister-in-law was worried about her safety and sent her He came over to invite him to Xie's mansion for dinner and wanted to ask a few questions. As soon as Qin Jian heard that there was something to eat, he hurried into the gate of Xie's mansion.

Mrs. Xie was really worried. The youngest son went to Qianxi to get mixed up. The eldest son followed the saint to pay homage to the Buddha but did not return. Now the younger brother-in-law was going west to sell horses. In addition, Xie Jingqing had encountered trouble in the northwest before, so she was even more disturbed. After hearing the news Afterwards, I read some prefectural annals and felt that the folk customs of Long Province were strong, so I wanted to ask Qin Jian, the person in charge, about the folk customs and folk customs.

Qin Jian is rare to be patient. Except for a few folk customs that he doesn't know very well, he basically answered Xie's questions in detail, which made Xie Jingqing exclaim in wonder. How about Qin Jian who answered all his questions?

Qin Jian pretended not to hear, and when he lifted the chopsticks, he had the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, and he was so angry.

Seeing that Qin Jian ignored him, Xie Jingqing also raised his chopsticks to grab food from him. Both of them were in their thirties, and they were messing around like children at the dinner table.

Mrs. Xie watched it lively, and felt that Master Qin was more interesting, and thought of the elder son telling Xie Jingqing that he was like Ami, and his temper and eating habits were really similar.

In fact, when Xie Jingqing brought Qin Jian to the door for the first time, Mrs. Xie took a look and felt that this lord looked a bit bitter.

It's not that he is too stingy, but that there seems to be unresolved sorrow between his brows and eyes, and he always looks poor on purpose, with his eyes downcast every day, his face set like a debt collector, and his speech is the same , for fear that others would not know that he is picky, sophisticated and sincere. Over time, when others see him, their first reaction is that he is poor, lacking in bearing, and unable to put himself on the table.

But after seeing her several times, Xie discovered that this was not the case.If Master Qin didn't intentionally lower his eyes and frown, especially when he fought with Xie Jingqing, he would have a bit of life, in fact, he has a delicate and elegant appearance, but he doesn't have many moments like this. Most of the time, his face is It seems to be covered with a layer of twilight.

This Lord Qin probably has something in his past.

In the final analysis, how can there be a good official in the world, Xie thought of his own son, sighed in his heart, but didn't show it on the face, and asked the two to eat slowly, and ordered the servants to add two more dishes come up.

On the second day, Xie Jingqing bid farewell to his sister-in-law, and took the men who had already rushed to the capital out of the city gate. Ah, did our master get infected with some kind of dragon or something?"

As a result, except for a man wearing a bamboo hat, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the silk clothes on his body also showed that this person could not be Qin Jian, so he sighed, called the guys to go to the official road, and headed west.

Not long after Xie Jingqing left the city gate, he walked to the gate of Qin Jian's Shangshu Mansion with a calligraphy and painting in his arms.

The concierge of the Qin Mansion is the envy of all the concierges in the capital, because he doesn't need to remember the names and faces of the new and old dignitaries in Beijing, and he doesn't even need to pass on a message. He only needs to say a word to the person who comes to the door: "We Master doesn't see any guests."

But this time, after thinking about it, he went into the mansion and reported the visitor's words to Qin Jian.

Qin Jian put down his pen, frowned and pulled a piece of blank rice paper aside. After a moment of silence, he still said, "Let him in."

"Yes."

The concierge took orders and led Wen Chongde outside the mansion to the simple living room.

No one exchanged greetings, the two sat on chairs, Qin Jian kept a straight face, and Wen Chongde looked around, his expression not very embarrassing.

In the end, it was Qin Jian who couldn't hold his breath first: "What are you doing here?"

Wen Chongde weighed the painting in his hand, and said sincerely: "Master Qin knows that he is a consultant, so I borrowed flowers to present Buddha."

"I'm asking." Qin Jian ignored the remark, "What do you want to do?"

Wen Chongde smiled, "If I say, I don't want to do anything, will Mr. Qin believe it?"

Qin Jian said nothing.

"Let's look at the painting first."

Seeing that Qin Jian was speechless, Wen Chongde suggested that he quickly untied the scroll, Qin Jian opened his mouth, but still didn't make a sound to stop, so Wen Chongde held the scroll with his right hand, and slowly unfolded the painting with his left.

In that painting, there is a naked young man sitting on a pile of money, with spring in his brows and eyes, probably the painter is very disgusted with this young man, the whole picture has no aesthetic feeling, but an indescribable obscenity | Evil is disgusting to people.

The inscription is a pseudonym, Qing Shu.

Qin Jian's face was pale, and he closed his eyes, memories that he thought he had forgotten flashed before his eyes.

His family was poor, and he passed the imperial examination to become an official in the court, which is a real leap from the dragon's gate.The little Tanhua who has just entered the officialdom has no money and no power, and he doesn't know how to flatter and flatter anyone. At that time, Ge Qingshu, who was already the minister of the Ministry of Rites, helped him solve the siege several times.

After coming and going, Qin Jian admired Ge Qingshu very much, he was the only light-like existence in the dark night, but Qin Jian had self-knowledge and did not have delusions.It's good enough for a gentleman like Ge Qingshu to be protected by him a few times, so how could he be friends with a layman like himself?

But even if it wasn't obvious, after a few years, there was still a joke in the court, saying that Mr. Ge was so charming that even the "housekeeper" was unwilling to embarrass him, and came to embarrass us crooked melons and dates.

This was a joke, because Qin Jian's accounts were too strict, which made everyone embarrassed, so he deliberately disgusted Qin Jian.But Qin Jian, who was cold-faced and resigned to scolding, got angry several times because of this, so the rumors became more and more fierce, and finally even several important officials heard about it, and made fun of Ge Qingshu about it.

Ge Qingshu smiled heartily and didn't mind it, and then he expressed his distress at a certain banquet, and the rumors died down.

Feeling guilty, Qin Jian came to apologize to Ge Qingshu. Ge Qingshu was really upright and relieved him not to care.

In a flash, another few years passed by.

Not long after the first emperor bestowed Shangshu Mansion on Qin Jian, Ge Qingshu's Youxiang Mansion also happened to be completed.Although Qin Jian didn't receive the invitation, he thought he was a neighbor, so he carefully selected gifts to congratulate him. He didn't have much money, so he painted a landscape with his heart.

Seeing him coming, Ge Qingshu thanked him repeatedly, but he didn't invite him to the table. He came uninvited. Qin Jian wanted to leave knowingly, but Ge Qingshu said "stop".

Qin Jian stood where he was, not knowing why.Ge Qingshu exchanged glances with everyone at the banquet, and sent someone to take the return gift and bring it up.

Once the red cloth is removed, it is a rock that is extremely rugged but has no aesthetic feeling.

"Master Qin, what do you think of this strange rock?"

They wanted to see Qin Jian trying his best to praise a worthless stone, but Qin Jian was a real person, frowned, and asked: "What legend does this stone have? I really don't see any good points about it. "

Ge Qing was in a waning mood, so he casually made up an allusion of "a rock falling from the sky" to fool Qin Jian, and asked the villain to send Qin Jian back home with the stone in his arms.

Qin Jian placed the stone in the lobby of Shangshu Mansion with great care.

When Ge Qingshu became right minister, Qin Jian had more contacts with him, and the more contacts he had, the more conflicts there would be.But conflicts come and go are the most revealing of a person's character. Ge Qingshu gradually began to appreciate Qin Jian a bit. On Qin Jian's birthday, he even gave him a good set of pens and inks. He said that he had known each other for so many years and had never given a decent one Li, this is birthday celebration, Mr. Qin will accept it.

Qin Jian was taken aback, and asked: "Didn't Prime Minister Right once give me a 'rock falling from the sky', did he forget?"

Ge Qingshu was even more taken aback, with a slightly embarrassing face, saying that he couldn't remember things when he was getting older, anyway, it was my heart, Master Qin should not refuse.

Qin Jian put away his pen and ink, and thanked him again and again.

Later, when the chaos started, Ge Qingshu and the prince got closer and closer. Qin Jian felt worried, so he advised him not to get involved with the prince. ", so shocked that Qin Jian couldn't recover for a long time.

When the prince heard about this, he laughed. It just so happened that Qin Jian checked his subordinates' accounts, causing him to lose one of his confidantes, so he sent someone to give Qin Jian a painting. He said it was Ge Qingshu's play many years ago. Friends and courtiers all thought it was very artistic, I wonder what Master Qin thinks?

The people sent by the prince rolled up the painting and left. Qin Jian couldn't help it anymore, his body shook like chaff, coughed so loudly, and spit out blood.

Then people collected the stones, drank a sip of tea, closed the door tightly, did not go to banquets and did not make friends, became more stingy, and was still the annoying "housekeeper".

Once Xie Jiuyuan was in high school, he became famous in the imperial examination, but the late emperor said, "Such a handsome man should be a candidate", which made Xie Jiuyuan miss the champion.A courtier joked, "Our Qin Shangshu was also a Tanhualang back then." The officials and the first emperor laughed, and Qin Jian also twitched his lips, showing a smile because of this joke.

Looking at Xie Jiuyuan, he also felt that he really shouldn't be Tanhua, but an abacus that has been crackled by others, a vulgar thing among vulgar things.

On the day when Prime Minister You ransacked his family and wiped out his family, all the officials and common people were afraid of the violence of the Ninth Prince, and the court was deserted. Only one Qin Jian stood on the sidelines, expressionless, and raised his hand to Ge Qingshu as a salute. Perhaps this has never happened before Colleague friendship, and then just stand there, waiting for the executioner to execute|execute.

Ge Qingshu burst into tears with a smile, and when he finished, he took a deep look at Qin Jian, and then closed his eyes.

The hand raised the knife and dropped it, blood spattered the white silk.

Then came the prosperity of the Wen Party, a change of dynasty, and a new emperor ascended the throne.

Half my life is in a hurry, and I come and go alone.Unexpectedly, Wen Chongde exposed his scars, and Qin Jian couldn't bear any anger, so he asked again: "What do you want to do?"

"I just came here to give the painting. However, this painting is harmful to Mr. Qin's reputation. It's better to burn it. After all, people have been dead for three or four years. Don't you think that you can't let go of grievances and grudges?" Wen Chongde It was a candid look of thinking about him.

Qin Jian didn't talk, just said: "I don't accept it. If Mr. Wen comes to give the painting, you can leave now."

Wen Chongde threw the painting on the tea table, and said: "Master Qin, don't worry too much. I just got it occasionally, and I don't have this habit, so I sent it to you without charging you. Master Qin will keep it as a gift. Think about it, the next officer will leave."

He left after speaking, there were few servants in the Qin residence, and they were discussing matters and no one approached them, so no one stopped him at all.

Qin Jian sat on the chair until dark.

"Master? Do you want to light the lamp for dinner?" The servant asked at the door.

The candlesticks were quickly lit.

Qin Jian picked up the painting and approached the candlestick.

Wen Chongde's words are still in my ears, "After all, people have been dead for three or four years, so what kind of grievances and hatreds cannot be let go, don't you think so?"

It has never really existed, so where can we talk about letting go?Where did the thought come from, where did the thought come from?

The servants brought out simple porridge and side dishes.

Qin Jian put down the painting, rolled it up, and put it in the study.

Go back to the hall, eat, work, blow out the lamp, and sleep.

Just like Wen Chongde never appeared today, like nothing happened.

Xie Jiuyuan woke up in the middle of the night, and there was no one around him. He got up in shock to search, but found Gu Zhen kneeling on the futon in the Guanyin Hall next to the Zen room, thinking about something.

Xie Jiuyuan sat down on the futon beside him.

Gu Zhen turned his face to look at him, staring carefully at this person who was about to travel far again.

The author has something to say:

*Come down the street again because of a cold, sorry, I will try my best to get another six to nine thousand tomorrow (you have to leave room for yourself)_(:з」∠)_

*The pre-acceptance has been postponed to tomorrow because of the hard work of the copywriting. Even if the P cover is scumbag technology, I am very happy, but the copywriting is really difficult_(:з」∠)_