Startled Meng

The New Year's Eve banquet is nothing special, the etiquette is cumbersome, smelly and long, it is not as comfortable and comfortable as an ordinary family banquet.

Yan Cijing was favored by the emperor because of Jiangling's fight against the epidemic. The seat in the palace is no longer an inconspicuous corner. It has been moved forward several places, but it is still far away from the prime minister who is the next emperor. .

In the past, he was the one who knew people, and others didn't know him. Now, not only the colleagues on both sides of the seat, but also the colleagues sitting across from each other take the initiative to toast in the air.

Yan Cijing returned his respects one by one, taking advantage of the breaks of drinking, to match the adults with the New Year gifts sent to the mansion one by one.

When he was invited to the Xu Mansion earlier, he was still a petty official who had to be brought up by Wei Cheng, so others would notice. Now Wei Cheng's gangsters take good care of him, and Zhang Shaoqiu's faction doesn't know his details, but they are very respectful to him.

Yan Cijing glanced at the red-faced Wei Cheng from the corner of his eye, held up the wine glass, and met Fu Chun's eyes. This time he took the initiative to drink and respected Fu Chun. Unexpectedly, Fu Chun also responded to him, turning the empty wine glass upside down .

Then he remembered Bi Zhixing who had mentioned him, but unfortunately Bi Zhixing didn't come today, but his son Bi Shouyan did.

After the banquet, he went out of the palace with Bi Shouyan.

Bi Shouyan was half a step behind him, polite but not humble, he said: "I heard that Lord Yan also served in the Imperial Academy?"

After working in the Imperial Academy for three years without any improvement, Yan Cijing didn't want to mention the days when he was accompanied by Mengchen's ancient books every day, so he nodded and didn't answer other questions.

On the contrary, Bi Shouyan was in high spirits: "Yesterday, the official talked to Brother Pei about Master Yan. Brother Pei was very excited, and said that he would go to pay a visit to Master Yan in person if he had the opportunity."

Pei Yuantang?Yan Cijing still remembered how he knelt in front of the Yan Mansion to bid farewell to him after he failed the rankings. Now that he has entered the Imperial Academy, he thinks he has got his wish, so he said, "It's not that he doesn't know where the Yan Mansion is. bring it on."

Bi Shouyan smiled lightly: "Brother Pei said that he has a good relationship with Master Yan, but I still don't believe it. Now that Master Yan says so, I have to believe it if I don't believe it."

At that time, in order to pull out the scandal of leaking questions in the imperial examination, Yan Cijing secretly changed the ranking of the yellow list, which also indirectly harmed Pei Yuantang. Yan Cijing still had an apology to Pei Yuantang. Besides, Pei Yuantang was pure and kind, Yan Cijing treated him very well. Good impression.

"Before leaving Beijing for Jiangling, we went to Shuiyun Temple together. We haven't seen him for several months. I don't know how he is now."

"Master Yan is going to ask him himself." Bi Shouyan took the initiative to lift the curtain for Yan Cijing and sent him to the car.

Before leaving, Yan Cijing asked him how the Grand Tutor was doing, and Bi Shouyan explained that he was in good health, and that today the family ancestor worship was delayed, so they missed the palace banquet.

Yan Cijing nodded, bid farewell to Bi Shouyan and set off on the road to Shuiyun Temple.

"A Song, hurry up the carriage."

He was the first to leave the palace. At this time, Yu Fang knew that he hadn't left the house yet, so he had to go up the mountain to meet Xia Changying and say New Year greetings to him.

Arriving at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, when Yan Cijing lifted the curtain and came down, he had already changed into bright court clothes and an inconspicuous blue robe, leaving Juniper to wait in the car while he walked casually.

As soon as you walk casually, you will be halfway up Cangshan Mountain.

The last time I came here, I could still see the afterglow of the peach blossoms. Now the peach branches are covered with thin snow. Looking at it from a distance, it also has the wild charm of Aoxue Wonderland.

Yan Cijing searched all the way, leaving a series of footprints in the snow.

Turning and turning to the place, Yan Cijing saw Xia Changying standing on the small stool from a distance, struggling to reach the bacon hanging on the branch, Yan Cijing was startled, and trotted over to support the crumbling stool.

"Come down sir, let me come."

Xia Changying didn't insist either. He came down and clapped his hands, pointed at the bacon, and said with a smile, "If you don't hang it higher, the fox will take it away. If it's too high, I can't hold it myself, really."

Yan Cijing took down the bacon, bent down to pick up the small stool, followed Xia Changying back to the house, and said, "The Yan family is more than enough to support another person." After entering the door, hung up the bacon, Yan Cijing put the small stool Put it in front of the charcoal basin and wipe it with your sleeve.

Xia Changying sat down and handed Yan Cijing the hot water warmed on the charcoal basin, "You say this every year, aren't you tired? I'm tired of repeating the reasons."

Yan Cijing sat down, holding a bowl of water, shaking his head slightly as if reading a book, and read: "The rootless water quenches your thirst, the game fills your stomach, the beautiful scenery of the four seasons is dazzling, and occasionally a monk from the top of the mountain will come down to entertain you. If these two small rooms cannot be separated from you, I will recite them."

Xia Changying's plain clothes are very simple, and he still has the temperament of a scholar when he leans on the bench. When he smiles, the corners of his eyes will crease fine lines. There are traces of being trapped in the world.

"Black eaves and white tiles are not as interesting as wooden houses." Xia Changying changed the subject and urged, "Come to pay New Year's greetings? Hurry up? I'm going to prepare New Year's Eve dinner later!"

Every year when Xia Changying came here, he used this set of rhetoric. He obviously lived alone, and he spoke as if someone was waiting for him.

Yan Cijing stopped arguing with him, kowtowed obediently, and recited his congratulatory words seriously, all seasons are happy, everything goes smoothly, longevity is good and healthy...

It seemed that he had to read all the congratulatory words before giving up. When Yan Cijing stopped and kowtowed, his mouth was very dry, thinking about drinking water, when he looked up, his eyes were attracted by a reddish paper bag.

"The paper is not bad, but the color of the peach blossom is light, so you can't dye a pure red, so the peach red is okay?" Xia Changying stuffed the strange red envelope into Yan Cijing's hand, and pulled him up, "Sir, I also wish you well. "

Yan Cijing held the bulging red envelope and was speechless, with water in his eyes.

Xia Changying smiled helplessly: "It's not the money, it's the congratulatory message I wrote myself, get up quickly, I'm packing up and cutting the bacon."

"gentlemen……"

When Yan Cijing called Xia Changying who was about to go out, Xia Changying's rough fingers were resting on the doorknob. He looked very sad, but Xia Changying said in annoyance: "Mi Shao, I didn't cook your meal." , take the red envelope and leave quickly?"

Yan Cijing had no choice but to get up and leave, leaving behind a bag of money before leaving.

Yan Cijing stuffed the red envelope into his sleeve while thinking about the inexplicable melancholy in the room just now.

Maybe it's because I have someone by my side, and I feel that the life of celibacy is really hard, so I worry that my husband is too lonely, but didn't he come here like this before?

"Ci mirror!"

Yan Cijing came back to his senses, Yu Fangzhi standing outside the Taolin was waving at him, which surprised him greatly.

"Why are you here?"

Yu Fang knew that he still had the heat from the sprint on his body, he exhaled whitely and said, "When I got to the bottom of the mountain, Juniper said that you had already gone up the mountain." Touching Yan Cijing's warm palm, he felt strange, seeing him The dirt on the knees of the robe is even more strange.

Yu Fangzhi bent down to help Yan Cijing wipe off the dirt on his knees, and at the same time asked him, "Where did you get it?"

Yan Cijing froze for a moment, straightened Yu Fangzhi's shoulders, and said, "I also want to ask you, why does your body smell so strong?"

"I bumped into a pilgrim when I was going up the mountain, and it must have been stained at that time." Yu Fangzhi clapped his hands, slapped away the panic, and walked forward with Yan Ci mirror in his arms, "You look good in blue today."

When Yu Fangzhi mentioned it, Yan Cijing also looked down.

Before going out, Juniper asked Jun to take a piece of ordinary clothes, but unexpectedly it was a new one, with wide sleeves and slanted fronts, and light-colored cloud patterns embroidered on the edge, delicate and elegant.

Looking at the language again, I know that they are also wearing blue clothes, which are heavier than his color, with narrow sleeves and lapels, and a waistband embroidered with gold thread. Peach Blossom's handsome appearance.

Yu Fang smiled: "Others will know at a glance that you and I are going to seek marriage."

Yan Cijing withdrew his too deliberate gaze and said, "It's not just you and me wearing blue, how can others think too much?" He stretched out his hand and pushed Yu Fangzhi to keep a distance, "Restrain yourself."

"understood."

Yu Fangzhi tucked up his cloak for him and followed him up the mountain.

Yan Cijing said that the offering of incense was just a pretense to meet Xia Changying. He never expected that there would be so many people coming to offer incense in Shuiyun Temple today. A long line of people lined up outside the temple, and the temple was filled with smoke.

Yu Fangzhi coughed several times, frowning and looking at the long queue in front of him, but Yan Cijing beside him was coughing while covering his face, looking at the hall in the distance, seeing this scene, Yu Fangzhi would not let him Yan Ci Jingbai made a trip and dragged him to the side hall where there were few people.

"Almsgiver, long time no see, it's auspicious to return safely."

The little monk in the side hall nodded and smiled at Yan Cijing.

Yu Fang knew whether he understood, Yan Cijing mentioned it to him, and it turned out that Yan Cijing came to shake the lottery before leaving Jiangling.

"Oh, what lottery is drawn?" Yu Fangzhi fiddled with the lottery bucket.

After Yan Cijing returned the salute to the monk, he said to Yu Fangzhi, "Place the lottery."

Yu Fangzhi almost dropped the lottery in his hand, and asked: "Why did you sign the lottery? What's wrong with Jiangling? Are you so uneasy about going to Jiangling?"

Yan Cijing lowered his head and smiled, then spread his hands, "I don't know."

Although he passed the epidemic in Jiangling and was kidnapped by bandits, isn't it worth signing a relationship with him?If you know whether you believe in evil or not, you have to try it out by shaking the lottery.

A lottery fell out with a snap.

Yan Cijing's smile disappeared, and the little monk was about to walk over when Yu Fangzhi continued to crazily draw the lottery tube, and slapped out another lottery.

Yu Fangzhi simply poured out all the lottery tickets, and said angrily, "I guess there is only the next lottery in this lottery container."

The little monk was stunned by his actions. This happened under the watchful eye of Daluo Immortal who was sitting in the temple. He was so shocked that he almost lost his breath.

Yan Cijing apologized quickly, knelt on the tuanpu to pack up the sticks, and did not forget to scold him: "Nonsense."

Knowing whether he repented or not, Yu Fang was still looking through the lottery signs, holding up a lot of lottery signs for a closer look, until a monk in a gray cloth long gown stood in front of him.

Yan Cijing first said: "National teacher."

As expected of being a national teacher, Jing Che was not angry when he saw the chaos in the palace, and the shadow of Yan Cijing was slightly reflected in his calm eyes. That way, you don’t have to worry too much about shaking out anything.”

What worried me was not Yu Fangzhi, but Yan Cijing, holding the two lottery sticks that Yu Fangzhi threw out first in his hand, and asked: "The national teacher mentioned me last time, can you solve the lottery again for him now?" ?”

He tugged at Yu Fangzhi beside him, wanting him to admit his mistake, but Yu Fangzhi stared at Jing Che's wrist in a daze.

Jing Che also noticed Yu Fangzhi's gaze, slowly put his hands behind his back, and left without saying anything.

The little monk explained to Yan Cijing: "Last time when the national teacher released the lottery for the benefactor, the national teacher and the benefactor hit it off. Now..." He glanced at Yu to know, and said, "Now it's not possible."

Coming out of Shuiyun Temple, Yan Cijing was still thinking about the two lottery marks, but Yu Fangzhi didn't care at all, and said, "Don't listen to that bald donkey's nonsense, I'm fine."

He behaved like that in the palace, and now he is contradicting him, Yan Cijing gave him a helpless look.

Yu Fangzhi grabbed Yan Cijing's shoulder and said in a low voice: "I just saw that bald, that national teacher wearing a red string on his hand. It's weird. I only saw a red string on the hand of the woman seeking marriage along the way. , monks don’t need to abstain from lust?”

"Really? Did you read it right?" Yan Cijing frowned, and then became annoyed after asking, "Why did you mess around in the palace just now?"

Yu Fangzhi didn't care about it: "I don't believe in Buddhist teachings at first, and fate can be determined by myself. What does it have to do with a wooden stick? I don't know, so you believe so?"

"I don't believe it either, but—"

Yan Cijing didn't continue, but Yu Fangzhi completed the rest: "It's just that you are worried about me, aren't you?"

Concerned about it, Yan Cijing nodded, remembering what Yu Fangzhi said just now, no matter what he signed, he took Yu Fangzhi's sleeve, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "You are not afraid, and I am not afraid either."

Yu Fang knew that he was held back, and he was happier than drawing ten lots in a row, "Fuck the lottery, let's go home for the holidays!"

Yan Cijing followed suit, "Let's celebrate the festival!"

The author says:

Dirty Hands...