Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Di Qing's heart is like an arrow, and the whole journey can be described as brisk.

But because the location of the barracks is far away from Lu's house, even if he set off when the sky was still slightly bright, by the time he turned into the street where Lu's house was, the afterglow had dissipated and it was already dark.

But before it got dark, the houses on both sides of the road and the mats were lit up one after another.

Warm lights are spread evenly on the road, shining brightly, the shadows of dancing figures are projected on it, and the ears are full of laughter and laughter, which only makes the passers-by feel very lively. Apart from knowing smiles, there is no rush of nocturnal walking.

With such a prosperous scene in front of them, how could anyone think that only three years ago, the city of Qinzhou was still desolate and desolate with sparse carriages and horses?

Di Qing saw the exuberant popularity under the night, and couldn't help feeling more in his heart than others.

Every plant and every tree is infused with the painstaking efforts of the grandfather; every commoner is loved by the grandfather like a child; if there is no grandfather, there will be no such prosperity in Qinzhou.

This made him subconsciously recall that his hometown, Fenzhou, was also reborn under the hands of Gongzu Miao, and the lives of the people were flourishing.

In this way, although he has been in correspondence with his parents and fellow villagers in Fenzhou, he has not seen each other for many years...

For the first time ever, Di Qing felt a little homesick, looking around, his eyes fell on a certain place by chance, and his thoughts moved slightly.

When he was delayed for a while, when he trotted to the front of Lu's house, he was surprised to find that his grandfather was leaning lazily on the doorpost, with his eyes closed lazily, as if he was resting with his eyes closed. .

Before Di Qing could speak in the future, Lu Ci, who caught the familiar footsteps, recognized who he was. He raised his eyes and looked over with a smile: "Brother Qing."

Di Qing opened his eyes wide in surprise, and blurted out: "Grandpa!"

He also delayed his time out of the Yamen due to official business. Lu Ci, who had just returned home not long ago, nodded and lied without blushing and heartbeat: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come back?"

Gongzu actually waited for him at the door!

Di Qing was moved, pleasantly surprised, and deeply guilty at the same time.

He mumbled his lips, and was about to say something when Lu Ci tilted his head and looked at his raised hands curiously: "What are you holding in your hand...?"

Embarrassed, Di Qing lifted the object in his hand so that his grandfather could see it clearly: "Fenzhou Sanyuan Duck."

The corners of Lu Ci's mouth twitched slightly.

The pitiful anti-locust general of the year, not only was not promoted to rank, but became a special product of Fenzhou that was sold all over the place by merchants and became famous on the table of Song people.

"Come in first." Lu Ci was about to help carry a duck, but Di Qing nimbly dodged it, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise: "Yo, did you hide?"

Although Di Qing's face was flushed, his attitude was extremely firm: "How can you bother Gongzu with such trivial matters?"

"Oh~"

Lu Ci prolonged the ending sound meaningfully, staring playfully at Di Qing, whose face was getting redder and lowered, and then smiled brightly: "Okay, young brother is very powerful, and he is in a hurry to do it again." Coolie, I don’t need to be sympathetic to you. I will leave all the hard work to you in the future.”

If he had been heard by Zhong Yuan, who also brazenly called himself a weak literati, he would have rolled his eyes and countered a few words before continuing to work.

Di Qing's reaction was completely different from Zhong Yuan's.

After hearing Lu Ci's words, his eyes lit up, and he said with expectation: "... Are you serious?"

Lu Ci looked at him with a smile, and hummed softly, "Hmm."

Di Qing was suddenly elated.

"Young brother is here?"

Zhu said that he was thinking about the sweetheart that Lu Ci tactfully acknowledged during the day, and he finished his official duties early and returned home, but he didn't wait for the other party to enter the door for a long time.

After asking the servants to no avail, he simply went out to have a look, but was taken aback by the two friends who stood at the door but refused to enter: "Why are you talking at the door?"

Lu Ci Xin compared Di Qing with his hands, and casually blamed him: "Don't you have to blame Qingdi? You must drink the northwest wind at the door, so I have to accompany you."

Zhu said that looking at Di Qing, Di Qing nodded desperately like a chicken pecking at rice, and said guiltily: "Blame me, blame me."

Zhu said that he couldn't explain what he was saying and glanced at Lu Ci who was nodding in satisfaction.

Feeling the condemning gaze, Lu Ci deliberately smiled and asked, "Listen, Brother Zhu, am I right?"

"Hey!" Zhu said, shaking his head dumbfounded, and simply stopped delving into this topic: "Since Younger Brother is here...I have to tell the servants to cook an extra bowl of rice."

"How can one bowl be enough?" Lu Ci stopped him solemnly: "Brother Zhu, don't worry, I told the cook earlier to cook an extra bucket of rice."

"..."

Zhu said that he glanced at Di Qing who was moved, and reluctantly nodded.

The only one who can accept brother Lu's teasing or ridicule, accept all the jokes, and be obedient in every possible way, is probably only young brother.

When it was time for dinner, the dishes on the two big round tables were all swept away by the two gluttons.

Fortunately, Zhu said that he was used to these scenes, and it was time to eat and drink calmly.

Zhu's face is also big enough: But for all the dishes he likes to eat, the two of them tacitly left half a plate for him.

Zhu said that although he was curious, he wanted to find out the details of Lu Cixin's affiliation, but seeing that Di Qing rarely came back from the barracks to get together, he knew that tonight was definitely not a good time to ask.

So after dinner, he considerately said that he still had letters to reply, and went to the study first, leaving Lu Ci and Di Qing in the inner hall.

"You all go back first."

Lu Ci naturally retreated from his subordinates, looked at Di Qing who was getting more and more cautious, and asked knowingly: "Young brother seems to be quite nervous?"

"And, there is no such thing."

Di Qing subconsciously defended, but stuttered accidentally, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

Lu Ci blinked, and then asked in doubt, "But this brazier is bigger?"

Di Qing let out a slow "ah".

Lu Ci stared at him with a smile, then suddenly stretched out his hand, took the knuckles of his index finger, and flicked it on the astonishingly hot cheek: "Otherwise, how can I let the younger brother be so hot in this hot and cold time?" Are you blushing?"

Di Qing: "!!!"

Seeing Di Qing's expression of being cornered, "If you dare to tease me again, I'll blow it up for you to see", Lu Ci rarely reflected on the bad habits of himself, a person who loves to be funny.

He stopped when he saw it, took two steps back, and returned to a relatively safe distance, then coughed lightly, and said seriously: "If I remember correctly, the Tubo dialect you taught yourself should be pretty good."

Di Qing was busy desperately trying to calm down, so that the heat on his face would drop a bit, and he didn't care how much his grandfather understood.

Hearing this, he was still a little slow, and didn't react immediately, but after a while, he tilted his head slightly in embarrassment, and said humbly: "... So-so, barely enough."

He quickly added: "It's not as good as Gongzu."

The corners of Lu Ci's lips raised slightly, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Hey, this feeling of being listened to by Xiao Haitang, who has been bullied by him with evil intentions, turned around and slapped his rainbow fart sincerely... It is really hard for the remaining conscience.

"Just enough." Lu Ci naturally knew that Di Qing couldn't be more modest, so he automatically removed the phrase "barely" and replaced "so-so" with "quite proficient": "It's just that, I have a very important thing. Zhang Gongshou's ministry needs to be entrusted to you, remember Zhang Gongshou?"

Di Qing nodded.

Although the only serious meeting and conversation between him and Zhang Kang was at the dust-cleaning banquet a few months ago, but he has an amazing memory for all the people who can get close to his grandfather, so he naturally remembers it.

Lu Cihu asked, "How much do you know about Tubo Zanpu Zongsi?"

Di Qing said succinctly: "Wen Buqi covers the sky with one hand, and although he has the name of Zanpu, he is only a puppet ear."

"What Qingdi said is roughly correct." Lu Ci smiled: "However, this man has the ambition of a hero, is kind and forbearing, and can save his life under Wen Buqi's hands. Gou Quan has been so far, and he is by no means an easy person. , there should be loyal people who can be used. Moreover, only under the complete control of Wen Buqi can he be called a puppet."

Di Qing had also heard about the integration of politics and religion in Tubo. Hearing what Gongzu said, he fell into deep thought.

Lu Ci didn't wait for him to finish digesting, and said slowly: "Although he only has the name of Zanpu, if he wants to regain power, he only needs the name of Zanpu."

Di Qing gradually understood, her eyes sparkled, and she said firmly: "Grandfather wants me to go to Tubo with my father's birthday. He is in the light, and I am in the dark. I will rescue Ji Siluo, and then protect him to climb up, and become worthy of the name." ?”

"As expected of young brother." For Di Qing, Lu Ci never hesitated to praise Di Qing, whether it was before or after he understood his intentions: "One point is clear."

Di Qing pursed his lips in embarrassment, wanted to lower his head, but couldn't bear to look at his grandfather's smiling face, so he had to try his best to tighten his lips tightly so that the smile would not be too obvious and he would appear to be too unsteady.

"It's just that in this way, Young Brother and I will have to be separated for at least one month, and at most two months." Lu Ci couldn't help but said: "This is dangerous, Young Brother must put his own safety first."

Hearing the reluctance in the grandfather's tone, Di Qing felt as sweet as eating a spoonful of honey. He felt that the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​fire were full of strength. How could he worry about those dangers?

He nodded solemnly: "I will never fail my father-in-law's trust."

Even risk your life.

——Di Qing secretly said in his heart.

Seeming to see through what he was thinking, Lu Ci nodded casually, and then suddenly said: "When I was your age, I was also frivolous and fearless, I'm afraid you don't like to hear these words, and you won't be able to listen to them. "

Di Qing opened his mouth guiltily, wanting to explain something, but Lu Ci raised his hand, interrupted him neatly, and sighed, "Only by making an appointment with you three times before Young Brother goes out, can I feel a little more at ease."

Di Qing was confused, but obediently responded: "...Grandpa, please tell me."

"Then listen carefully." Lu Ciyou said leisurely: "First, every time you have a cut on your body, even if it's just a little oily skin, I won't talk to you for a month."

Di Qing: "..."

"Second," Lu Ci continued slowly: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Di Qing: "..."

"The third most important thing, I've thought about it." Lu Ci said with a smile, "You should have heard the rumor that I have a sweetheart, right?"

Di Qing's eyes widened unknowingly, he held his breath, and nodded slightly.

"I can tell you whether the rumor is true or not." Lu Ci chuckled and said, "But the specific name will have to wait until you come back safely."

"However, I can assure you that it will definitely be an answer that will satisfy you."

Anyway, the window paper has been pierced by that bastard Teng Zongliang, what kind of gentleman is he still?

When Xiao Haitang comes back from Tubo, he will be this beast that gnaws tender flowers.