[Comprehensive] Code of conduct for famous ministers

Yan Changsheng wore the skin of a young man, which has not changed for decades. Yan Xiubai gradually changed from a young man in the prime of his life to a mature and steady middle-aged man, and then to gray hair and a disfigured body. Even after one or another problem, he is still the same as when we first met.

The two looked like brothers at the beginning, then they looked like father and son, and later they were grandparents. Yan Xiubai was not without depression, but more of a worry than depression.

This kind of worry has appeared since the day he found out that Yan Changsheng would not grow up. Over the decades, it has accumulated more and more, and it has become heavier and heavier, sometimes even making him breathless. His special research has become more and more refined. If the teacher who taught him medical skills saw this change in him, he would definitely be moved to tears.

The great improvement in medical skills allowed him to overcome many diseases that were absolutely impossible to cure before, but it had no effect on Yan Changsheng.

After using various methods, the other party still looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Yan Xiubai is just an ordinary person. No matter how high his cultivation level is or how good his medical skills are, he will always die. He didn't care about life and death before. Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws. Live a good life and smile when you are old. And sleep, it might not be a blessing.

But now, he was afraid.

Fear of impending death.

What he was afraid of was not death itself, but what would Yan Changsheng, who would keep living like this, do if he died? !

Just imagining it made his heart ache.

At this moment, Yan Xiubai suddenly understood why the old emperor was so eager to pursue longevity. Every time he looked at Yan Changsheng's face that had never changed, he felt such an impulse in his heart.

Although he knew in his heart how absurd such a thought was, when patches of frost dyed his sideburns and hair, and those lines representing the years climbed up his forehead little by little, he wished that a real flower would fall from the sky. The elixir to let him live longer and be with him longer.

Everyone's encounters in life are different, whether rich or poor, or sick or healthy, only time is fair to everyone, even as strong as Yan Xiubai can't resist aging and death.

He may be lucky to be able to close his eyes safely in the arms of the one he loves, but he is also unlucky. When he is dying, his heart hurts, and his heart aches for Yan Changsheng.

His vision was already blurred when he died, but even so, he could clearly feel the great panic and fear on the other side.

Yan Xiubai imagined touching his head to comfort him like before, but he couldn't do it.

I'm very sorry......

These are the last words he left on his deathbed...

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The huge pain seemed to be lingering in his heart, and his eyebrows were furrowed together, as if he was deeply troubled by a terrible nightmare. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed someone's wrist.

"Hiss—" There was a sound of gasping, and the person sleeping on the bed was awakened suddenly. His black eyes suddenly opened, and he happened to see a boy whose eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together because of the pain.

The person on the bed did not speak, and still maintained the original posture without any movement. The boy endured it for a while, but finally he couldn't stand it any longer. He stomped his feet and grinned and said, "Can you let go first, I just came to wake you up Have a meal!"

The other party sat up from the bed, and finally let go of his hands. He ignored the boy who was clutching his wrist and took several steps back. He was looking at him with an expression as if he was facing an enemy, but asked in a hoarse voice: " What time is it..."

The young man carefully looked at him several times before replying: "It's time, Brother Qi Ying asked me to call you."

The person on the bed pressed his painful forehead and said, "Inform them, we won't leave today, take a day off, and start tomorrow."

The boy was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He turned around and almost ran out of the room.

The door was opened and closed again, and the room was silent...

This is a post house, although it is not big, but the internal organs are also complete.

When the young man bounced downstairs and found Qi Ying, the other party was directing a large group of people to pack their things. Seeing him coming down, the other party waved at him, and the young man hurried over.

Qi Ying is not very old, only in her 20s, with a heroic look on her brows, not a very good-looking person, but she is very attractive.

As soon as the young man walked in front of him, Qi Ying grabbed his neck and said, "Where is your lord? Are you up yet? I asked someone to cook some millet porridge. You can send a bowl to your lord later, and wait for him to use it." After breakfast, we can hit the road."

The young man jumped on the spot, frowned and said, "Sorry, your work was wasted this morning. He said he won't be leaving today."

"Not leaving?" Qi Ying was very surprised, "What happened? Why didn't you leave?"

"You ask me how I know, if you want to ask, just ask your adults!" The boy hummed.

With a slap, the boy received a slap on the back of the head, and his voice was quite crisp, "What is my lord, and now you are also your lord!" Qi Ying suppressed all his resistance with one hand, and then said in a suspicious tone: " Could it be that you made adults unhappy again?"

"No way!" The young man curled his mouth, and said in displeasure, "It's obvious that he made the first move!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, waved the imprisoned bruises on his arms in front of him as evidence, and said, "Did you see, this is what he did, thanks to my master's strong martial arts, otherwise this hand It must have been broken by him."

Qi Ying is not an uninformed person. From his scars, he can see the exaggerated part of his words, but the bruise that is an eyesore is there after all. Could it be possible that he really did it?

Thinking about it this way, he became a little worried instead, and asked solemnly: "My lord has a very good temper, what did you do to make him so angry?!"

Hearing this, the young man's mouth puffed up angrily, "I didn't do anything, didn't I just listen to you and go upstairs to wake him up for dinner? It's obviously his fault!"

"Are you sure you didn't do other superfluous things? Like pranks or something?" Qi Ying didn't have to question him, but the other party had a lot of criminal records there, making it difficult for people to believe his innocence.

"No, no, no!" The young man glared at him angrily, and finally shook off the opponent's hand and ran away.

Only Qiying stood there and thought for a while, but finally she was still worried and went upstairs.

It was already dawn, even if the doors and windows of the room were closed, the light from outside could not be blocked from shining in through the window lattice.

The bed net was put down, tightly enclosing the square inch of land without leaving a single gap.

Yan Xiubai folded his hands, put them on his stomach, and lay on the bed in a regular posture. If his eyes hadn't been open all the time, staring straight at the gauze above his head, he would have thought he was really asleep.

Someone was knocking on the door, again and again, not too heavy, not too many, exactly six times, after a pause, no one answered, and continued six times.

The person who knocked on the door was a very patient person, but the more time passed, the more worried he became. Yan Xiubai was agitated by the sound of knocking on the door again and again. When he touched the door, he threw the pillow out and hit the door on, fell to the ground.

"My lord..." Qi Ying became even more worried, she put her hand on the door, almost wanting to rush in regardless of etiquette.

At the critical moment, a familiar slightly hoarse voice came from the room, "Take a rest today and start tomorrow, you step back, don't let anyone disturb me if there is nothing important."

Qi Ying instinctively felt that something might have happened to the other party, but he couldn't ignore the other party's orders. He hesitated again and again, but finally he backed down.

The person had already left, and Yan Xiubai turned back into a corpse again.

Logically speaking, the first thing he should do now is to get up, and then figure out his current identity and situation, so that he can deal with upcoming things and various people at any time.

But he knew that Gui knew, but he didn't want to move at all, his always clear mind was in a mess, and even he himself didn't know what he was thinking.

"System!" Suddenly, he sat up straight from the bed, and asked with some hope in his eyes: "Will he still appear in this world?"

"I don't know." The system can sense his mood at the moment. Although it wants to comfort him, it can't lie, it can only choose to tell the truth, "The first two worlds may be a coincidence, or some other unknown reasons caused You are in the same world, but it is really hard to say whether you will meet again this time, the existence of the other party is beyond my cognition."

"Obviously the same world cannot have two people from other worlds, but you have met twice, and I don't even know the specific reasons why this happened."

It was the first time that the system felt the meaning of the word frustration. He felt that his system was a bit useless, and he was ashamed of all the systems in the world.

Yan Xiubai returned to a decadent state again, of course he won't continue like this forever, only today, he only gave himself one day to adapt to the fact that that person is no longer by his side.

"Where's my piano? Is it still there?"

As soon as his words fell, the qin that he had used all his life appeared beside him. The body of the qin was long and narrow, the strings were bright white, and two small characters were engraved in seal script on the end of the qin: Liuhuan.

It was engraved by him himself, and he chose this piano after all.

But the beauty fan was taken away by Yan Changsheng. I still remember that at the beginning, the other party worked hard to beat around the bush for that fan. Yan Xiubai knew in his heart that the person looked calm, but he was the most jealous.

On his fan were seven peerless beauties he had ever seen. Even when he was selected by the system to leave the world of Tang Dynasty and was told that he could only take one thing with him, he reluctantly gave up and stayed with him for nearly ten years. He chose his beauty fan instead of Nian's qin and sword. One can imagine how much he cherishes this beauty fan.

He spent a lot of effort on this beauty fan back then, how could it be so easy to meet such a unparalleled beauty?It was even more difficult to get them to agree to his own portrait, how could he give up.

But Yan Changsheng's eyes were dazzled by his cherishment. He drank the vinegar one by one. For a while, he had been determined to make the beauty fan disappear.

The two were fighting wits and courage for this matter, and in the end the one who was jealous of Hai Shengbo had the upper hand, and in the name of asking for a token of love, he insisted on deceiving his treasure.

Yan Xiubai's heart ached, and in the end he could only send the things away eagerly.

After all, he was still reluctant to let Yan Changsheng down.

Lost the beauty fan, but this piano can always stay by his side, which is not a bad thing. Seeing things and thinking about others, he suddenly felt a little miserable, a sad and frustrated person.

The piano was placed upright on his knees, and a series of piano sounds sounded as his fingertips slid across.

So, that day, the sound of the piano in the post house rang all day from morning to night, from "The Complaint of the Concubine Xiang" to "The Complaint of the Long Gate", from "Autumn Wind Ci" to "Long Lovesickness", in short, it was so miserable.

The young man opened his red eyes, and finally jumped up unbearably, "What kind of stimulation has he received? He has been playing miserably for a whole day. Is it because his wife ran away with someone or suddenly found that he has a problem?" The terminally ill will not live long?! Let people live!!"

With a slap and another slap, Qi Ying sniffled and said with a sob: "Don't talk nonsense, don't be rude to adults..."

"Who the hell is being rude to whom!" The young man's lungs were about to explode, and there was a low, mournful voice from upstairs. He suddenly jumped up and ran out with a howl. "I can not stand it any more!!"

"Where are you going?" Qi Ying hurriedly chased after him and asked.

"Find a place to commit suicide!" The boy said without turning his head.

"Oh! After suicide, remember to come back for dinner, there is no food for you!"

Qi Ying took out a handkerchief and wiped her nose, then stopped someone and said, "My lord hasn't been out of the room since this morning, and he hasn't eaten, so you can ask the kitchen to make some porridge for you."

The person stopped by him raised his head, his eyes were swollen into walnuts, he glanced at Qi Ying with resentment, and made Qi Ying's goosebumps stand out. People can't bear to be looked at by a bearded man with a face that can be called resentful.

His stomach was a little sour, and the hand holding the man subconsciously let go, and the moment he let go, the tall and strong man used a flexible skill that didn't match his figure at all, and the wind The same scraped away.

"The subordinates are going to commit suicide too, and guard Qi don't leave me food..."

Qi Ying: "..."

At this moment, another song was changed upstairs, which was more mournful, more miserable and made people want to escape. Qi Ying had tried her best to appreciate his master's superb piano skills, but in the end she couldn't hold back, and fell into a wasteland. and flee.

That day the qin played until the night, and after one song ended, it would not last long before another song was played. In the end, even the people in the post house came forward several times, asking them when they were leaving. A young talent with a bright future has never been so disliked by others, and I feel a little wronged when I think about it.

Yan Xiubai didn't know that he had seriously disturbed the people, he was just commemorating his lost love - as a disciple of Changge, he has such a heart full of literature and art.

After playing the piano for a whole day, it would be a joke to say that his hands are still intact. Every knuckle is a little red and swollen, and there is a burst of pain when he bends it a little. His fingers connect to his heart, and he feels that he is a bit masochistic.

Soak his hands in cold water for a while, and after a little relief, he wiped them dry with a handkerchief. After a day of madness, he finally calmed down and began to understand the current situation.

The system also breathed a sigh of relief, the host was finally back to normal, and he explained his current identity to him with a more enthusiastic attitude than before.

This body is still called Yan Xiubai, and he is the inspector of the third grade. He is ordered by the saint to go to various provinces to inspect, assess the administration of officials, and be responsible for some criminal law matters. At this moment, he is on his way to the south of the Yangtze River.

This is not complicated at all. He flipped through some of the manuscripts recorded by the original owner, and added a system to explain them. He received them quickly, but the current court situation seems to be unclear.

This idea only lingered in his mind for a moment, and then he put it aside. It has nothing to do with him. His current official position is not low. In short, he can see the emperor. It shouldn't be difficult.

However, I don't know if this Song Dynasty is the Song Dynasty recorded in the history books of the Ming Dynasty.

Whether it is true or not does not seem to have much to do with it. Yan Xiubai suddenly discovered that he has an indescribable weariness with this new world he is in and the so-called tasks. When will it end? !

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A night without dreams.

When he woke up in the morning, he found that his hands seemed to be more swollen, even when he was putting on his clothes, he felt pain after wave. Those who play the piano pay the most attention to the maintenance of their hands, and Yan Xiubai is no exception. It's just that he always has an urge to be too lazy to deal with it now.

He sighed, casually pulled a piece of cloth around it, then opened the door and walked out.

Outside the door, a tall and straight young man wanted to hang a long sword, standing there like a gatekeeper.

Yan Xiubai wasn't too surprised. With his cultivation, he knew that the other party had been guarding here for most of the night, but he was still immersed in his own feelings at that time and didn't bother to talk to him.

But that was just his willful escape, he was a rational person after all, he would cover his ears and eyes to escape for a day, and escape for a night, this was already his maximum indulgence to himself.

"My lord!" Seeing him coming out, Qi Ying's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood upright, her back straightened even more. "How are you, my lord? Are you okay?" The tone was full of worry.

"Oh." Yan Xiubai responded lightly, and said, "I'm hungry."

Qi Ying said almost immediately: "The food has been prepared long ago, I will ask them to bring it right away!"

"Wait!" Yan Xiubai called to those who were going down, looked down at his hands wrapped in cloth, and said, "Bring me some ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."

Qi Ying cast a glance along his line of sight and nodded yes.

Qi Ying is Yan Xiubai's personal bodyguard, and he also has an official position. He doesn't need to do some trivial matters in person, he just needs to give orders, so he came back soon, following behind Yan Xiubai as usual.

The food was served quickly, it was not very rich, two dishes and one soup, barely considered delicate, Yan Xiubai is not a picky eater either.

He sat down at the table, glanced at the people beside him, and asked if he had eaten, if it was useless, he might as well sit down and eat together.

Qi Ying quickly shook her head, indicating that she had already eaten.

Yan Xiubai just ignored him, he hadn't eaten for a day, and he was really hungry.He looked pretty when he was eating, and his every move was elegant. Halfway through the meal, he finally asked, "What's the matter?"

Even though he was a bodyguard, he would stare at him the whole time he had a meal. This was definitely not his usual style.

Qi Ying really showed hesitation, and finally said: "Back to your lord, things have been packed long ago, and you can leave at any time, but that kid Yang Guo went out last night and hasn't come back yet, should you send someone out to look for it?"

"Yang Guo?" Who?Yan Xiubai instinctively wanted to ask such a question, but when the words came to his mouth, the memory that popped up in his mind instantly told him the answer.

Qi Ying didn't think much about it, and replied: "It's the child who was beaten for stealing something, and was rescued by me later, did you forget?"

"I haven't forgotten." Yan Xiubai pressed his forehead and said, "Then let someone go out and look for it."

"Yes." Qi Ying immediately agreed.

It was just a trivial matter, and Yan Xiubai didn't take it to heart. The original owner's trip this time was not too ostentatious, and even the official uniforms were all changed. The original plan was to set off early yesterday morning and take the official road to Jiangnan. In the end, it was delayed because of his sudden arrival and the trip did not take place.

Yan Xiubai originally wanted to take a break and rectify, and he could leave at any time, but he didn't expect that the little beggar picked up by Qi Ying would bring him another big trouble.

Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't.

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