Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

Broken heart of old things

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Nangong Jingnv didn't respond immediately when she heard the knock on the door, but put down the last stroke calmly and said leisurely, "Who is it?"

Sijiu: "Your Highness, you are an old slave."

Nangong Jingnu: "Come in."

Sijiu carried a pair of trays into the study room, came to the desk and knelt down and raised the tray high above his head: "Your Highness, this is the latest important brochure, His Majesty means to let you send it back after receiving approval." Please take a look." From the beginning to the end, Sijiu's gaze was very cleverly avoiding the case.

Nangong Jingnv casually took the tray and put it on the side of the desk, and replied without raising her head, "Got it."

Four Nine: "The old slave resigns."

……

Nangong Jingnv processed the previous memorial in an orderly manner before she took the new memorial.

The above has already written the opinions of Zhongshu Ling Xing Jingfu and the re-approval of the fifth prince Nangongda. If there is no objection, Nangong Jingnv only needs to use the cinnabar pen in her hand to write down the word "perfect". If there is any objection, the opinions of the above two people Check it out with a red pen and rewrite the highest execution order, which is called: Zhu Pi.

The highest decree of all dynasties, only the words written by the emperor's imperial pen, can be called Zhu Zhu.

In the last month, Nangong Rang, who was bedridden, suddenly "recovered" in physical condition. Although the Fifth Prince Nangong Da was still in charge of the country, Zhu Zhuquan returned to Nangong Rang's hands.

However, Nangong Rang once made a decree, because half of the body is inconvenient to move, it has been changed to the left-handed Zhupi, and the font has changed, so you don't need to make a fuss.

Many old ministers are grateful, His Majesty cares about the world and still cares about the government with a pen in his left hand...

Not long after Qi Yan left, Nangong Jingnv was called by Nangong Rang to have "lunch together" every day. She read all the way through the old newspapers and reviewed the first one a month ago under Nangong Rang's watchful eyes. Memorial...

Suddenly, the tip of Nangong Jingnv's brush trembled, and after a long silence, she pressed the imperial brush that she had been holding for two hours onto the Golden Dragon Brush Holder.

He straightened his waist, moved his shoulders, and picked up the memorial in front of him carefully.

Jingjia Ten Years September.

Minister, Qi Yan, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, knelt down and kowtowed to ask His Majesty to learn from you...

The weather is unpredictable, and the flood protection of Cao Gong along the Luoshui River was seriously damaged, and the local people were miserable. Since March, His Royal Highness the Third Prince was ordered to lead a group of officials to the disaster-stricken counties and counties to govern Cao Gong.

Thanks to the favorable timing, His Majesty's blessings, the common people's unity, and the power of the three harmony worked together, and finally showed results after six months.

My minister, who is sympathetic to the sage, is the servant of the Ministry of Industry. Although he is conscientious and does not dare to slack off for a day, but his ability is not good, and he often feels that he is not able to catch up with his power.Thanks to His Highness the Third Highness and all the ministers and colleagues who offered some help, luckily fulfilling the mission.

Until, in September; the damaged Cao Gong, flood defenses and repairs have been completed in various places, waiting for the autumn rain to check.

I boldly predict that this disaster relief mission is about to be completed, but fortunately the mission is fulfilled, it is indeed the blessing of the Holy Grace.

The corners of Nangong Jingnv's mouth couldn't help curling up, and she burst into a silent and brilliant smile. Through this humble and rigorous memorial, Nangong Jingnv seemed to see Qi Yan's serious expression.

She has read hundreds of memorials in the past half a year, and what she has to say is: Qi Yan's memorials are the best in words and diction among all memorials. Although it seems a bit long-winded, it makes people feel very comfortable after reading it.

It is obviously a great achievement, but there is no trace of asking for credit between the lines. Instead, he gave all the credit to others, and he has an attitude of self-criticism and gratitude.

After watching the memorial for most of the day, Nangong Jingnv was already tired, and Qi Yan's memorial made her feel happy physically and mentally.

She spread the memorial on the imperial case, read it over and over again, but couldn't help but raised her slender hand, and gently stroked the words on it, her eyes were tender and her expression was gentle, as if she was stroking the face of its owner.

Hateful and praising: "Coward~! You have worked hard for so long, and you dare not even write a memorial to invite credit?"

Nangong Jingnv picked up the imperial brush again, dipped the tip of the brush into the inkstone, and the memorial had already been approved by Zhongshu Ling and the fifth prince.

Zhong Shuling left two paragraphs, the content is roughly: admonish Qi Yan to pay attention to the follow-up finishing work, not to relax and be proud.

The fifth prince, Nan Gongda, wrote three words: Got it.

Nangong Jingnu let out a soft snort, dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, she raised her imperial pen and neatly ticked off Mr. Zhongshu Ling's reply, and found a blank space to write: Reward.

……

Qi Yan was wearing a plain long gown, her hair was meticulously crowned on top of her head, her wheat-colored skin was full of healthy vitality, and her amber eyes were full of warmth, staring at the old woman in front of her.

An ordinary old woman in Wei country, Qi Yan did not have such a person in her memory.

The ancestor worship is over, and I will continue to return to Beijing in two days.

For the aliens who stole the whole sheep, Qi Yan ordered people to dig a deep pit and personally watched the guards bury those people alive.However, these two "mother and daughter" from the Wei country were treated with courtesy by Qi Yan.

The old woman swallowed her saliva, staring at the delicacies on the table in front of her but did not dare to move.

Qi Yan smiled without saying a word, and personally scooped up a bowl of crystal-clear porridge and brought it to the old woman: "Ma'am, you have been hungry for too long and your spleen and stomach are weak, so you can eat the porridge first before eating meat." Let's eat."

The old lady served white porridge, and poured it into her mouth regardless of whether it was hot or not. She didn't think of thanking until the bottom of the bowl of porridge: "Thank you, my lord. I... the woman is rude."

Qi Yan smiled calmly, and filled another half bowl for the old woman: "Ma'am, let's drink some more."

The old woman hastily agreed, and after finishing the porridge, she looked eagerly at the roast chicken on the table, the elbow...

Regardless of the oiliness, Qi Yan personally tore a chicken leg for the old woman and put it on the plate. Watching the old woman gobble it up, she put another chicken leg, two wings, and chicken breast on the old woman's plate. , took a clean cloth to wipe off the oil on his hand, picked up another chopstick, and put more than a dozen pieces of elbow flower into the old woman's plate.

Seeing the old woman devouring the food, Youyou said, "Ma'am, let me tell you a story."

The old woman put her head down and ate hard: "Mmmm!"

Qi Yan didn't care about the old lady's faux pas at all, smiled gently and told a story.

A long time ago, there lived a family of three in a paradise full of cattle and sheep and simple folk customs. When the "boy" was three years old, his parents gave birth to a younger sister. The boy was very happy and vowed to protect his sister and give the best to him. Give her and protect her to grow up safely, and find the bravest and kindest husband-in-law for her younger sister.

But when the boy was eight years old, a group of robbers broke into this paradise. The boy's father was unable to match his wife who was pregnant with Liujia for the third time. can survive.

The brother and sister escaped for their lives for more than half a year, but were caught up by the enemy. In order to protect the younger sister, the elder brother took the initiative to attract the enemy's pursuit, and wanted to leave the chance of life to the younger sister, but unfortunately...

"Forehead……"

The old woman suddenly stopped eating violently, as if she was choking on something, her cheeks were bulging, her mouth was full of oil, and she pursed her lips desperately, not wanting to spit out what was in her mouth.

Qi Yan's eyes were calm, and he said to himself: "The two brothers and sisters were separated like this. The elder brother once thought that the younger sister was dead, so he didn't have any expectations anymore. Until she accidentally found a crazy girl with a family name on her waist. Mark..."

The old woman's flushed face was filled with astonishment, she stared at Qi Yan with wide eyes, and made a painful sound of "amount" in her throat.

Qi Yan smiled and opened the front of his shirt, and a lifelike wolf king tattoo appeared.

With a "crash", the old woman seemed to have seen a ghost, and fiddled with the plate on the table to the ground, opened her mouth and spit out the food inside with a "wow".

But his expression was still in pain, he was pinching his throat, his eyes full of disbelief.

Qi Yan stood up, straightened his clothes slowly, and stopped looking at the old woman: "Madam's porridge has 'Yushi San' added, this is a very precious medicinal material, the user will have symptoms of abdominal distension and edema of the limbs. Cooperate with overeating... Even if the assistant comes, it can only be found out that it is stuffed to death, right?"

The old woman fell to the ground, twitching in pain, staring fixedly at Qi Yan, with fear, pleading, and bewilderment in her eyes...

Qi Yan looked at the old woman condescendingly, his eyes were watery.

However, a round teardrop overflowed from the corner of his eye and slipped down silently.

She raised her arms and bowed respectfully: "Mother must think that I will repay my kindness, right? I, Qiyan Agula, sincerely thank you for treating my sister like your own daughter, and caring for her so that she does not suffer more. It's just that you see Pass the totem on her waist, eat this meal, go on the road with peace of mind and be a dead ghost, beg Yan Agula to send it to you, and join a good family in your next life..."

Following a burst of violent convulsions, the old woman breathed in less and breathed out more...

Jingjia ten years, October.

The prairie prince who had been dormant for 12 years: Qiyan Agula, for the first time took a life with his own hands, killing the benefactor who saved his sister.

……

The next day was the last day for the team to return to Beijing.

Qi Yan found the guard who caught the foreigner that day, and asked him to call the other guards who caught the foreigner to do a private matter for her.

Qi Yan was very generous. As soon as they met, each of them sealed 20 taels of silver: "Guys, this aunt is also pitiful. I wanted her to have a good meal, but I didn't want her to die of hunger... I would like to invite some of you to come over. Let's go outside the city and bury the old lady's coffin."

The guard took Qi Yan's money and was already happy: "Don't worry, my lord, we can leave these small matters to our brothers."

Qi Yan: "Qi has a guilty conscience, let's go with you. The aunt has no children, I will personally help her coffin."

The guard said with admiration: "Your Excellency is really a bodhisattva, to receive such a great gift from a third-rank official, this old lady will die without regret."

……

When they arrived outside the city, several guards took turns digging the pit, Qi Yan suggested several times to dig the pit deeper, the old woman has no children to sacrifice to avoid the torrential rain to wash away the grave and expose the coffin.

After the big pit was dug, and the coffin of the old woman was put in, there was still a lot of wealth.Qi Yan took out a paper bag from the cage, which contained ten delicious meat pies, and took out a jug of wine to distribute to several people: "You guys have worked hard, and you will fall into the dust after eating something."

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, all the guards bled from their seven orifices and died instantly.

Qi Yan kicked the bodies of several people down the deep pit, picked up the shovel and buried them with his own hands.