Stirring up with the old enemy

"The imperial court intends to set up a new interview and disposal envoy, divided into [-] departments to supervise the state and county officials. It is at the same level as your current position, and it is also a fourth rank."

Cheng Huaijing sat in the carriage, the carriage rattled, but the carriage did not move at all.Exquisite white jade ice buckets were placed at the four corners of the carriage, and the ambergris that Emperor Yong'an used to used seemed to permeate the nose.Although the emperor was not there, the hidden guard beside the emperor sat firmly on the front rail of the carriage, with the bamboo hat lowered, acting as the driver of Da Sikong Cheng Huaijing.

Now that he came out of Dali Temple, Cheng Huaijing took Chen Jingming to the palace to face the saint, and reported the suicide of Fan Xun, the head of the Luyang Fan family, to Emperor Yong'an.

Although Fan Xun is not a thing, it is always a tricky matter if the head of Lu Yang Fan's family, An'an, dies.

Cheng Huaijing lowered her eyelids in deep thought, her thin red lips were slightly curved, her sleeves were rolled up, her voice was soft and slow.When the topic of the new interview handler was mentioned, he paused for a moment, then raised his eyelids and looked at Chen Jingming.In the slanting sunlight, the bamboo curtains were half green and not yellow, and the bright red tear mole under his right eye was rippling.

Chen Jingming, who was sitting across from him, leaned forward quickly, listened carefully, and said carefully, "Teacher, you want me to use this position to inspect Jiangnan Road?"

"Not bad." Cheng Huaijing laughed. "Now there is no proof in this case, and all the families in Beijing are intertwined. If you continue to investigate, in the end, it will be nothing more than that. Whoever you investigate will die."

Chen Jingming was slightly terrified.

"It's not a pity that these people are dead." Cheng Huaijing's red and thin lips were parted, and his smile could be called cold. "But what His Majesty wants is not how many families hold funerals. His Majesty wants to withdraw the feudal town and completely uproot these rotten and useless branches and leaves."

Cheng Huaijing stared at Chen Jingming's lacquered eyes, thought of something, was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his eyes to look at the hanging curtain of the right window.

Chen Jingming waited and waited, but finally he was at a loss.He considered whether his reaction was a bit slow, and asked cautiously: "The student is willing to make that wooden axe, but... Jiangnan Road has not set up a feudal town. Your Majesty raised troops from Jiangnan, and that place is also now It can be regarded as well-organized, the students think that this inspection is just to deal with Fan Yang Lu's official affairs?"

Chen Jingming's life is good, but the color of his eyebrows is second, and the glowing elegance... is also second.

The best thing about him is those sparkling eyes.

On the ninth night of the seventh lunar month in the 25th year of Qianyuan, a man rushed in hastily and said sharply to Cheng Huaijing:

"Wulang, the sage has a saying, the one who kills for the master is killed for the great craftsman. It is rare for the master to kill without hurting his hands. Why did Wulang do this! Do you know what the son of the family is calling you now?"

The shadow of the lamp in the corridor shone on the man's shining lacquer eyes, reflecting the sadness in his eyes.

That man once moved the world in the name of talent and learning, and his crown covered Beijing.After that person died, there was no one else in the world who could rush to Cheng Huaijing and call him by his name, angrily calling him a monster.

The man's name was Li Yun, and his style name was Xianchen.

Li Xianchen, the 23rd son of the Li family in Longxi, once truly mourned for him.

18 years later, Cheng Huaijing sat in the carriage and thought of Li Xianchen, who was also born with a pair of lacquer eyes, and also thought of Qin Su, who was the King of Yan for his fashion, who searched up and down for himself.That year, he was just a censor in embroidered clothes. For Qin Su, he ignored the world's infamy, and finally got his hands full of blood.

This blood, maybe he can't wash it off in his whole life.

"……teacher?"

Cheng Huaijing settled down, and it became more and more difficult to hide the disappointment and exhaustion that had surfaced from the bottom of her heart recently.He lowered his eyes, for a long time, and smiled coolly. "I was also enshrined in Yushitai. When I was a master craftsman, everyone in the world called me a devil in embroidered clothes. Mr. Han, I did everything you didn't want to do, and I did it back then."

The carriage with the ice bucket was very cold, but Chen Jingming was suddenly hot and sweaty.He immediately lifted up his crimson official robe, left his seat, and knelt down on his knees facing Cheng Huaijing. "What the teacher taught is! The students are panicked."

Cheng Huaijing turned a deaf ear, just lowered her eyes, and after a long time, she laughed more and more coldly. "All you have to do is be a good person and be a modest gentleman. Unfortunately, in this world, there will always be someone who will be the wicked person who will be reviled by the world. Even the official historian..."

Cheng Huaijing suddenly stopped speaking.

He didn't intend to say these words to Chen Jingming.How much vicissitudes of life can a young man who won the top prize at the age of 20 know?What's more...Chen Jingming was not one of them.

Their group of people walked along Qinwang Road to the beacon fire, and finally cut off their robes and fought with each other.When the two armies were confronting each other, he once saw Li Xianchen from a distance. The man was wearing a silver helmet, and his bottomless lacquered eyes were too far away to see the divine light clearly.

Furthermore, Li Xianchen was already seriously ill at that time.

In the spring of the 23rd year of Qianyuan, Enke, who took the exam for Empress Min, only succeeded Cheng Huaijing in the end, and the rest died.

dead.In the future, there will be no more.

"Students dare not pretend to be gentlemen, and dare not ask their mentors to forgive them. Students only want to be the knife in the mouth of their mentors, chop off useless oak trees, and ask their mentors to expressly ask their teachers how to behave after going to the south of the Yangtze River."

Chen Jingming knelt down in fear.

When they reached the palace gate, Cheng Huaijing's carriage drove straight in.The imperial chariot of the dark guards beside Emperor Yong'an shook the reins and ran straight outside the Nine Dragon Hall before stopping.

"Reporting to Da Sikong, we have arrived at the Nine Dragon Hall."

Cheng Huaijing quickly lifted the curtain of the car, got out of the car with a cold face, and didn't care that Chen Jingming was still kneeling behind him.The car door opened, and the dry summer evening wind blew the Xiangfei bamboo curtain, making Chen Jingming's face turn pale.

This scene was quickly transmitted back to Pinglehou Mansion.

Hao Chun frowned, a little disbelieving. "Impossible? Da Sikong is so happy with him, he wouldn't let him kneel all the time, right?"

"Hey, Lord Hou!" Wang Lao's servant sighed, with a sad expression on his face. "My wife is good in everything, just the same. I'm used to not getting along with people. Since he became an official, he has relied on the protection of Da Sikong. But if Da Sikong doesn't want to see him, tsk tsk! It's sad dead."

Hao Chun recalled that Yue Nanhua told him with a smile that Cheng Huaijing went to Dali Temple this time to find fault, seeing that he was about to push Chen Jingming out of Chang'an, his heart skipped a beat, but he insisted on being stubborn, and said: "Wang Baibai is used to bluffing people. Young master, I think he is quite proud of being that censor."

Old Wang's servant smiled meaningfully, lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Another half an hour later, the news spread throughout Chang'an City that the new censor, Chen Jingming, knelt outside the Nine Dragon Hall and avoided seeing the emperor.It is said that this time, even his mentor Sikong Cheng Huaijing didn't save him.

Hao Chun looked around for a few times under the corridor of Pinglehou Mansion, feeling uneasy for some reason.

"Master Hou," Wang Lao's servant appeared behind him as silently as a ghost, holding a lamp in his hand. "It's already past Xu time, and you haven't eaten dinner today."

Hao Chun said without turning his head, "Master is not hungry."

Mr. Wang's servant was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Your Majesty in the palace is probably really annoyed. It is said that my wife...is still kneeling outside the Nine Dragon Hall."

Suddenly, Hao Chun's eyebrows were not eyebrows, eyes were not eyes, and he turned to give him an annoyed look. "Master, I'm not waiting for him!"

"Yes, Lord Hou is naturally not waiting for him." Wang Lao's attendant was kind, and said: "But Lord Hou doesn't think about tea, it doesn't help, doesn't it? I have to follow the old slave's words. Since there is suspense, Might as well..."

"Why not?" Hao Chun blurted out.

After a pause, he hurriedly said: "Master, I miss that guy? A joke!"

Mr. Wang's servant quietly raised the lantern.Under the lamplight, Hao Chun was furious, and his pair of Danfeng eyes were astonishingly bright under his thick eyebrows.

"Master Hou, have you ever thought about Madam?"

Hao Chun was stunned, raised two juicy eyebrows, and said with displeasure and resentment: "Wang Baibai has something to say."

"Madam has nothing, the owner, but relying on Da Sikong's protection. Now His Majesty bestowed a marriage, although the wedding has not yet been held, but in the eyes of the world... in the eyes of Madam, the Marquis and Madam are already one in the court."

Hao Chun was silent for a moment, then spat resentfully. "so what?"

"When a woman marries a husband, she always looks forward to the protection of her husband's family. This man..." Mr. Wang's housekeeper weighed his words and persuaded him patiently: "This old slave is an eunuch, and he never knows what it's like when the word love reaches the private place. But if you compare your heart with your heart, Madam is kneeling alone outside the palace, and she must be very distressed."

Hao Chun snorted coldly from his nostrils.

"This falls in the eyes of outsiders. Since you came back from the Western Regions, Marquis, you haven't received a serious position. Not long after His Majesty bestowed you a marriage, even your wife suffered. This..." The old servant Wang lowered his eyes and held his hand. Lantern said slowly: "Yu Hou Mansion, it doesn't sound very good either."

Hao Chun was full of agitation, and now he always heard Mr. Wang buzzing in his ears, lingering like flies, and the uneasiness and aggression in his heart jumped up.He frowned, growing impatient. "Then what do you want my young master to do? Kneeling with him outside the Nine Dragon Palace is the end of the matter? Sooner or later, the gate of the palace will probably be locked."

Seeing that he had even thought of this level, Mr. Wang couldn't help but secretly smiled in his heart, but his face remained completely calm. "That's not worth it."

Hao Chun was obviously relieved.

Wang Lao's servant suppressed a smile, and said slowly: "Your Majesty has Da Sikong as his companion, so he must have rested very early. Madam kneeling, I'm afraid she will have to kneel all night. Marquis, my Madam's waist... "

Yes, that guy has a bad back.

Hao Chun finally found a reason to convince himself, and suddenly he came back to life.Raising his thick eyebrows, he said loudly: "His waist is not good, if he kneels all night, I'm afraid that guy will be useless."

"That's the reason!" Mr. Wang's servant suppressed a smile, deliberately provoking him lightly. "Because of emotion and reason, Hou Ye, you should hand over your son and go outside the palace gate to intercede for your wife, right?"

Hao Chun opened his mouth, feeling awkward everywhere. "But the palace gates are locked..."

"As long as Master Hou has the heart, there are still some ideas for old slaves in the palace." Old Wang's servant gently raised the lantern, his old face was full of wrinkles. "Master Hou, this old slave is willing to go with Lord Hou to visit Madam in the palace."

Hao Chun turned around and walked away. "Let's go, then hurry up! Save those guys who turn the lights on and use someone to make an article about our Marquis Mansion!"

Mr. Wang's servant didn't expect him to move so quickly, he followed behind with a lamp and shouted: "Master Hou, please slow down! Hey, why are you still running up? Xiaoxi, ugly, hurry up and help me!" Master Hou leads the horse!"

Hao Chun left Pinglehou's mansion, rode his horse straight to Weiyang Palace.The inside and outside of the palace gates were indeed locked, and the little yellow gate who opened the doors for him along the way was very surprised. This Pingle Marquis has always been lazy in everything. Brand, why are you in such a hurry tonight?

"Master Hou?"

Hao Chun didn't have time to pay attention to this group of people at all, striding fast all the way, and asked in his mouth: "Is Chen Yushi still kneeling now? Where is he kneeling? Your Majesty has rested, so who is he still kneeling for? A capitalized fool!"

Hao Chun complained and complained, but when he really got outside the Nine Dragon Hall and saw Chen Jingming kneeling alone under the stars in the summer night, his tone softened.

"...cough cough," Hao Chun stood three steps away from Chen Jingming, coughing desperately. "What is that, who is that?"

Chen Jingming turned his head and looked at him quietly.

Xiaye Xingzi is actually very bright, or maybe Hao Chun can't tell the difference between the beautiful boy in the snow-white silk long dress he met in the midsummer afternoon dream and Chen Jingming - after all, Chen Jingming also has the lacquered eyes of the beautiful boy in the dream.

Hao Chun was in a daze to Chen Jingming for a moment, and said something out of nowhere. "Does your knee hurt?"

Chen Jingming opened his mouth and looked at Hao Chun suspiciously.

Hao Chun is used to being indifferent to him, even if he is not fighting, he still has to taunt him a few words, talking to him gently like this is almost a good thing that can't be dreamed of.

"Your Majesty has something to say."

Hao Chun lowered his voice and coughed desperately, almost dying of coughing, and finally found a word. "Then what, I heard that you were punished by Da Sikong, I'll come and see you, young master."

Still unbelievably gentle.

Chen Jingming's face changed several times, he raised his eyelids, and suddenly smiled silently. "Master Hou, are you here to see me, or to see the officials' jokes?"

... I don't know how to flatter me!

Hao Chun was annoyed in an instant, frowned and shouted strangely: "What's the matter with you? You are now my wife who has never been in Pinglehou's mansion. You and I are one. If you are unlucky, the little one will Grandpa is not having a good time, is he?"

Chen Jingming's face turned pale, and the light in his shining lacquered eyes dimmed. "It turns out that Lord Hou is doing it for his future."

"Otherwise?" Hao Chun stiffened his neck, refusing to admit the sudden inexplicable sourness in his heart when he saw Chen Jingming kneeling outside the Nine Dragon Hall just now.He paused, turned his eyes away angrily, and said deliberately: "Don't be too sentimental! Let's say the ugly thing first, you are the one who wants to enter Pinglehou's mansion, so you can't implicate me just because you have nothing to do. "

Chen Jingming's face turned completely gray, he lowered his eyelids, and after a moment of silence, he simply turned his head away again.

Ignore Hao Chun again.

"Hey, you!" Hao Chun wanted to provoke him, and he refused to let go: "What do you mean? How did you offend Cheng Da Sikong? Isn't he your mentor? Why did you offend him? "

Chen Jingming pointed the back of his head at Hao Chun, without saying a word.

When the summer wind blows, Chen Jingming is scented with osmanthus fragrance. Hao Chun is so dizzy from the fragrance of cinnamon. Staring at Chen Jingming's back, he coughed in a strange way again, and said in a low voice, "What, you How did you offend Cheng Da Sikong? Do you want me to intercede for you, my lord?"

Chen Jingming's heart moved, he lowered his head, and said quietly: "It's nothing, I failed to handle the case of Luyang Fan's family, the teacher asked me to face the wall and think for three days, and then pack up and leave Chang'an."

Hao Chun widened his red phoenix eyes, and said angrily: "You are also a fourth-rank official, and you are now working at Yushitai! Why are you punished to leave Chang'an?"

Chen Jingming's voice became lower and lower. "If you mess up an errand, you will always be punished."

"Bullying people!" Hao Chun yelled loudly with his neck stuck. "You have no father or mother, and you have no relatives or old friends in Beijing. This, this leaves Chang'an, where are you going?"

"It's nothing." Chen Jingming smiled coldly with his back turned to Hao Chun. "The lower official was deprived of his official position. He was born in white clothes. Now that he is back in white clothes, his marriage with Lord Hou is likely to be ruined. I think it is too late for you to be happy in your heart, Lord Hou? Why do you have to be hypocritical?"

"Bah! Bah, bah!" Hao Chun spat three times in a row, staring and angrily said: "Who do you think I am, my young master? You are in trouble now, young master, why am I so happy? Why am I happy?"

"Master Hou always likes beauties and wine, but he thinks that the lower officials are in the way of your affairs. Now the lower officials are about to be sent to Jiangnan..." Chen Jingming hesitated to speak, paused intentionally, and then said in a low and sad voice: "Jiangnan It was originally operated by Luyang Fan's family. I forced to death the head of Luyang Fan's family, An's family. Lord Hou, can you take advantage of your wish now?"

"Fart!" Hao Chun sternly retorted: "You guys can scare people! Before our Majesty ascended the throne, he was originally the king of Yan who was enshrined in the south of the Yangtze River. How did Jiangnan Daoer become the domain of Lu Yang Fan's family? "

Chen Jingming shook his head with his back turned to him, his voice became more and more bleak, and the words fell to the ground, like fireflies that no one cares about in a summer night. "You know that Lord Hou will not believe it. If Lord Hou doesn't believe it, you only need to wait for three more days. At that time, the official will leave Beijing in white clothes and the court's decree to dismiss him will be announced. Will Lord Hou know everything?"

Hao Chun smacked his lips, opened his mouth several times, but didn't know what to say.

When he came, Mr. Wang's servant told him repeatedly, saying that Chen Jingming was born in a humble family, with a very high temperament, and he was not very popular in the court and the public.Mr. Wang's servant told him to take good care of Chen Jingming. On the one hand, he was on guard against someone who would make trouble, so he could participate in Chen Jingming's various activities; The branches are connected with each other, one is prosperous and all are prosperous, and one is damaged and all are damaged.

Hao Chun held back for a long time before he said uncertainly, "You...you really got deprived of your official position?"

"The teacher said it himself, how can it be false?"

Chen Jingming's teacher is Da Sikong Cheng Huaijing, Cheng Huaijing is the pillow of Emperor Yong'an, and Emperor Yong'an obeys Cheng Huaijing's words.

Hao Chun frowned and thought for a while, then dryly asked: "Then, are you really sent to Jiangnan?"

Chen Jingming sighed. "After your Majesty came to Chang'an, Jiangnan Dao was handed over to the people of Lu Yang's Fan family. Now the entire Jiangnan Dao may have been named Fan long ago. I have no choice but to be forced to do so within three days. Leaving Beijing."

Hao Chun remained silent for a long time.

Just when Chen Jingming felt cold again, Hao Chun said something abruptly. "Then, young master, I'm idle, and I'll protect you out of Chang'an!"

Chen Jingming was known as the cold-faced king of Hades, and he had offended as many court officials as there were stars in the sky in Yushitai for more than a year.Hao Chun wondered, since the head of Lu Yang Fan's family in Chang'an died, the Chang'an house might be desperate for Chen Jingming!Once Chen Jingming was deprived of his official position, he would have to be assassinated by Lu Yang's fan family's servants if he didn't have to go to the south of the Yangtze River.

"Master, I'll take you to Jiangnan!" Hao Chun said with emotion: "We'll talk when we get there."

Chen Jingming's heart moved slightly, and a smile gradually rose in his lowered lacquered eyes.He remembered two hours ago...

two hours ago.

"Teacher was joking." Chen Jingming knelt in the carriage, lowered his eyes and said quietly, "Mr. Pingle has been pampered and respected since he was a child. He will never go to the south of the Yangtze River with his students to suffer."

Cheng Huaijing seemed to be smiling but not smiling, her peach blossom eyes were sparkling, and the bright red tear mole under her right eyelid was slightly rippling. "If you don't try, how do you know he won't?"

Then Cheng Huaijing lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and performed a play with him.

result……

Two hours later, Pingle Marquis Hao Chun really exploded, and said repeatedly: "What? You are going to be sent to the south of the Yangtze River?! Go with you, you must go together! If you dare not take the young master with you, be careful! Skin!"

The author has something to say:

Chen Jingming: Oh!well!

Hao Chun: Don't tell me, don't be afraid, I will protect you, my lord!

Mr. Wang's servant: (secretly raised his thumbs up) Our wife of the Hou's Mansion is the most capable!