Brocade without a knife

On February [-]nd, the Longjiao star slowly fell from the sky, and the first spring thunder after Xinzheng woke up the whole Yanjing from a good dream.

A small car with a green wall clattered out of Tiao Kuan Alley. This alley was full of prominent figures in Yanjing, either Wang Sun or Ge Lao.But this carriage was so low-key that it was almost crude. If someone saw it, they would have to guess which poor relative of a wealthy family was sitting in the carriage.

The cold spring rain fell from the sky profusely, washing away the remaining flavor of the year.The remnants of firecrackers on the ground at the street corner mixed with rainwater and quickly seeped into the soil, exuding a pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

The smoky rain envelops the solemn and simple Yanjing with a bit of a flavor of Jiangnan.But Yanjing is Yanjing after all, a bit of smoke and rain may cover its solemnity, but it can't cover the turmoil that stirs it, and it can't stop the sleepy-eyed officials from going to court.

Three hundred bells and drums rang, and the soldiers guarding the gate shouted and slowly pushed open the gate of Tai'an, and officials entered the imperial city one after another.

The crowd walked in twos and threes, talking together in a group, and the chat was nothing more than political affairs in the court and gossip outside the court.

In the first two days, they were worried about the war in northern Xinjiang, but after a few good news, the officials finally let go of their worries.

In the words of He Si, when the weather clears and the rain stops, you feel that you can do it again.

It's not that the officials of Dayan thought they could do it. It is estimated that the people of the entire Dayan Dynasty felt that the war in northern Xinjiang was hundreds of thousands of miles away from them, and they couldn't get close at all.

He Si originally thought so too, but it was a pity that the line "The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are here, and the city is full of spring grass and trees" was a prank, which woke him up from his dream.

Elopement with the surname Lu is not allowed, and maybe the two will have to have a long-distance relationship for a long time.He Si didn't think there was anything wrong with him, but he offended the man surnamed Lu so much, he had to be hypocritical for a long time, saying that he only had imperial power in his heart and not him, and then pressed him and kissed him a hundred and eighty times, which would kill him!

Look at this is human words?

He is a dog eunuch who has hands but has no hands. Why does he want imperial power? Is he able to give birth, or the one surnamed Lu can give birth?

He Si sneezed resentfully in the carriage, and for the first time felt that the men in the yamen were more difficult to deal with than the women in the palace.But he, a disabled man who is blind, deaf and can't taste, is so worried. This kiss is also kissed and hugged. Let him go, maybe the two of them are sleeping in the same quilt now, and want to break up at this time?Dreaming.

All the officials were whispering, most of them were discussing when the "sick" nine-thousand-year-old would return to court.

Everyone felt that if the admiral of the East Factory didn't come back, this would be the only seat he was standing in.

Ignoring the disapproving posture of Deputy Commander Yue from Jin Yiwei's house next door walking in the front, he was so proud that he almost couldn't find Bei.

Everyone was talking happily, when they saw a green wall car wandering into the imperial city through the side gate without any haste.

The big guy hadn't recovered yet, remembering that this was a car for a nobleman to travel in a low-key way, he saw a burly man jumping off the carriage, and lifted the curtain respectfully.

Not long after, a slender figure in a python robe and jade belt slowly got off the carriage with the big man's hand.

The sparse rain curtain blocked that person's astonishing face, but none of the people present were blind. Even if they were old and dim, they could still recognize the familiar python robe.

The civil and military officials who saw the coming people felt a thunderbolt falling on their heads, which was louder than the first spring thunder this morning, and it directly blasted them out of their wits.

What's the matter, didn't you say that you are seriously ill in bed and can't get up?

Although it was a distance away and I couldn't see clearly, but looking at the graceful and calm posture of that person who was as light as a swallow, he didn't look like he was dying of illness.

On the other hand, Vice Commander Yue of Jin Yiwei's command room was ashen-faced, looking like he was about to lose his temper.

All the officials looked left and right, seeing that the person in the distance hadn't planned to come over to contact his colleagues for the time being, so he hurriedly wiped the soles of his feet.

The evil god is back, who dares to look familiar in front of him, it's the end of the day, tired of work?

When He Si appeared with a perfect posture, he successfully bluffed the officials, and when he turned around, he couldn't stop coughing.

He was wearing a gauze mask today, and coughed as hard as he could under the mask.

Zhao Jingzhong supported him, his swarthy face was almost covered with sorrow, when he heard him coughing, he became very nervous and said: "What's the matter, Governor, can you still hold on? You see that your face is also showing. No, let's go back earlier and rest. Didn't Lu Baihu ask you to..."

He Si coughed until his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but from Zhao Jingzhong's eagerness to push him into the carriage, he could feel his anxiety.

He Si patted his hand to indicate that he was fine, then listened to the sound, and pointed in the direction of Qianqing Palace.

Zhao Jingzhong was helpless, helpless, who made him a small hidden guard, so he had no choice but to guard Hesi and went to Qianqing Palace.

Although he can't see with four eyes, but he has been going back and forth in this palace for so many years, he is so familiar that he can go there with his eyes closed.

Zhao Jingzhong nervously followed behind him, and heard Hesi babbling: "This is Xiangluan Pavilion, walking forward is Chuxiu Palace, and on the left is Zhongshun Hall. You said that the place where a good concubine lives is called What Zhongshun Hall? Every time I pass by, I want to go in and offer a few sticks of incense to the soldiers who opened up the borders of Dayan. Next time I come back, I will call you Xiaowangba...Your Majesty, change your name. Zhongzhong, look, it’s called Rejuvenation Hall, how is it?"

"..." Zhao Jingzhong thought about it carefully, and replied earnestly, "It's not very good, Governor, it sounds like a medical clinic."

He Siban, who was deaf but not deaf, said happily, "It's pretty good, right! I think it's pretty good too!"

Zhao Jingzhong: "..."

All right, as long as you're happy...

This kung fu was at the time of the early court, and the little emperor was probably still playing Tai Chi with his civil and military officials in the previous court, presumably arguing about food and grass on the front line.

Dayan's performance has not been very good in the past few years. It can be seen from Yuncong's grinding for the three hundred thousand taels of silver a few times.

Once the war is protracted, the Ministry of Households should complain. Will it be fought or not?

According to the virtues of the elders in the past, it is estimated that they will negotiate peace again.

He Si himself deeply disapproved of this, and after negotiating peace again and again, until the end, the blood of Dayan soldiers was wiped out.

But at the end of the day, wars require real money to be filled in. Once the national treasury can't support it, the people below will have to be attacked and heavy taxes will be imposed. It is the common people who will suffer.

He Si doesn't have so many feelings of compassion, but he also knows that if the tax is heavy, the people will have to be forced to rebel.

Looking back on internal and external worries, can this Great Yan Dynasty survive?

Therefore, to fight or not to fight has always been a difficult problem.

He Siben wanted to have a good discussion with Lu Zhengming on this historical philosophical issue, but before he could open his mouth, the surname Lu put it to his ear, and said softly and sternly: "You said you were a eunuch, fuck you!" What about national affairs? You might as well think about me if you have time to spare."

His ears, which were not very good at first, were at their best at this time, and He Si heard Lu Zhengming's words clearly without hesitation. He was angry at first, and then got goosebumps all over his body. Gagged.

The surname Lu thought it would be more interesting to exchange saliva instead of listening to him say something unpleasant.

Alas, Hesi sighed deeply, man, what a species dominated by lower/half body.

When counting the floor tiles and approaching Qianqing Palace, He Si's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Zhao Jingzhong had long been staring ahead warily, his eyes full of hostility.

"And the palm print?"

The boy's surprised voice sounded in front of him, followed by the sound of brisk footsteps rushing over, and when he was approaching, he suddenly stopped, and he asked in confusion, "Palmprint, this is you, what's the matter?"

What is He Si really afraid of?Although he couldn't see the person in front of him, and he couldn't hear the words clearly, but the unique incense on the other person's body was unfortunately captured by the little sense of smell he still had.

Xiao Xun, the little fox cub he didn't want to meet in the palace this time.

To say that he can bluff other people, but this brat, tsk, is very rare.

Xiao Xunjian was wearing a veil around his face, and his white jade face was obscured, making it impossible to see his expression.But seeing that he didn't say a word and kept silent, he couldn't figure out what the other party meant for a while.

He stared at He Si's face, tentatively took two steps forward, sniffed the faint scent of medicine wafting from the man's body calmly, couldn't help smiling, and asked with concern: "Palmprint, I heard that you are ill. , are you safe now? I have always wanted to visit you, but they all said that you closed the door to thank guests, so they dare not disturb you without authorization."

What was annoying was that before he got close to the beauty he had been thinking about all this time, the elusive guard had already quietly stepped forward, staring at him with lifeless eyes.

Although Zhao Jingzhong didn't speak, Xiao Xun had already stopped with interest, a bold conjecture slowly surfaced in his mind, he stood there with his hands behind his back, with an innocent face: "Palmprint, why don't you speak?"

Hesi: "..."

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