Lang Jun is coming

Winter is coming sooner than expected.It seemed that it was just a matter of the rain. Autumn passed in the blink of an eye, and then came the snowy midwinter.

A whole night passed, and the bricks and tiles of the palace city were covered with snow, and even the copper crane standing on one foot in front of the palace was covered with a handful of snow on its head.

Xiao Liu'er was holding an umbrella, with a lake-blue cloak on his arm, and was about to ask Xiao Huangmen behind him to put it on for the official, when the official raised his hand to stop him.

"It's windy outside, the officials should put it on."

Worried about the frail body in front of him, Xiao Liu'er persuaded carefully.

However, the officials only stared at the distance with their hands behind their backs, and didn't mean to respond.

The rolling lantern made of bamboo strips was parked under the long soap boots. The man bent down, picked up the rolling lantern with one hand, looked around, bent slightly and raised his hand and called: "Sheng'er, come here."

Rolling lanterns were originally a folk thing, and later introduced to the palace. In order to please the royal children, a layer of paper was pasted on the rough bamboo strips, and various characters and naive cats and dogs were painted.There are two bamboo rings hanging inside, so that the candle will not go out when it is rolled.

"Father."

Yan Sheng stared at the rolling lamp being taken away, wanting but not daring, and fiddled with his fingers in extreme confusion.

The candle in the lamp is still on, and the rolling and coquettish cat is reflected through the paper outside when I hold it in my hand.

The official's mood was relieved when he was called "Father" crisply, and he returned the rolling lamp to Yan Sheng. Seeing his childlike heart, he immediately smiled, and his mood was complicated for a while.

The Crown Prince is only seven years old now, too immature, at an age that loves to play.Jiangshan Sheji is too heavy for him, but since he was born in this palace city and got the surname Yan, he has to shoulder the burden no matter whether he can do it or not.

He squatted down and pinched his little face that was flushed from the cold from crazy playing, and said in a gentle voice, "Does Sheng'er want to see Bachelor Mei?"

The two looked at each other, and Yan Sheng held the rolling lamp on his chest, a little puzzled.For him, he only thinks about whether the teacher is out of school and what to do after school.For the "Scholar Mei" in his father's mouth, there is no desire or dislike to see him, only his father wishes or does not want him to see.

Sure enough, the person who was looking at him just now stood up straight, looked down at him from a height, and confessed, "Come to the Nuan Pavilion after school tomorrow, and my father will take you to meet Bachelor Mei."

When it comes to political affairs, Xiao Liu'er holds an umbrella and doesn't say much, but she can't help but sympathize with the crown prince.The officials obviously wanted to guide the crown prince into the eyes of those officials, and it also meant to end the infighting in the court.

Yan Sheng nodded ignorantly, even holding his favorite rolling lamp, he didn't know that he was facing the Daheng world, and he didn't know that tomorrow would be a turning point in his short life.He will leave his innocence early and bear the hopes of thousands of people.

Pei Lian lost again. He lost three games in a row to Song Yiqing's hands, which was a bit embarrassing.Unable to hold back that the opponent's chess skills are better than his, no matter how hard he struggles, it will not be so ugly to lose.

"I've wanted to ask you something for a long time."

After throwing away the white piece in his hand, Pei Lian looked serious and said.

Two days later is the New Year's Eve, and it's time to rest and take a bath.It was snowing outside, and the two were lounging in the small world surrounded by sixteen painted screens.Tea is simmering on the sand in the charcoal basin at hand.

Song Yiqing picked up the teapot in the charcoal basin and poured himself a cup of hot tea. Guessing that Pei Liangou would not be able to spit out ivory, she only raised her eyelids to signal him to speak quickly.

Pei Lian had the audacity to take a cup for himself just as the other party was pouring tea, but held it in his hand and refused to drink.

"Song... Mr. Song's chess skills are so poor, how did you not be led astray?"

Originally subconsciously calling him by his first name, Pei Lian stopped the loss in time and called out "Master Song" respectfully.But this also couldn't help him complaining that Song Fu is a stinky chess player, his chess skills are just poor, and his chess quality is not good.

Putting the teapot back into the sand, Song Yiqing bent the corner of his eyes and asked lightly, "Is it finished?"

Pei Lian put down the cup and spread her hands, "It's over."

The calf was kicked from under the table suddenly, and Pei Lian was regretting why he didn't catch the kicking foot in time, when he saw the opponent's finger on the table, asking for the debt of losing chess.

"Now that the nonsense is over, when are you going to write the lost poem?"

Pei Lian, No. 1 of the new party, third envoy, and student of Qiyanweng, was silent.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have been temporarily bewitched by Ah Chi's appearance and asked Shi Laozi to write a poem.

Song Yiqing took the time to admire the other party's deflated appearance, and calmly waited for Pei Lian to beg for mercy.Unexpectedly, this man suddenly raised a narrow smile and really wrote a poem.

"Peach grate rouge jade tin makeup..."

As soon as the first half of the sentence came out, Song Yiqing blushed instantly and stood up to cover Pei Lian's mouth.

Just by listening to seven characters, I knew it was the scene where they first met.At that time, he was raised as a girl, but now he took off those clothes a few years ago, only to be picked up again by Pei Lian.

Seeing that Song Yiqing was in a hurry, Pei Lian got more and more motivated, how could he cover his mouth?

He took advantage of the situation to hold the opponent's wrist, making it impossible for people to advance or retreat. He leaned over to get closer, and the corners of his mouth were about to grin and continued: "The stream winds through the willows and the new cool..."

Song Yiqing glanced at the charcoal pot and sneered, "If you dare to utter seven words, believe it or not, I'll gag your dog's mouth with sand."

Pei Lian absolutely believes that he will be stuffed with sand, but he really likes to tease Ah Chi like this, so he said "Oh" and asked deliberately: "Pei remembers that before playing chess, Ah Chi said that he wanted to meet the seven character man Is the student's literary talent coming?"

Song Yiqing: "..."

After a few years, he discovered one thing.As long as you say something in front of Pei Lian, you will be the one who suffers in the end.

Just as he was about to finish the remaining line of the poem, there was a sudden knock on the door.

It was already midnight at this time, and there were no colleagues visiting on weekdays.The two lifted their hearts at the same time.When the door was opened, the servant who knocked on the door hesitated in panic.

"My... my lord, in the palace, there are people coming from the palace."

Both Pei Lian and Song Yiqing's expressions darkened.

It is not a good thing to send people here when the palace is resting.

He went there in a carriage, seeing Xiao Liu'er, he was even more certain.

"Xu was caught in the wind when talking with the crown prince at night, and he got a fever. At first, he was drowsy, but when he woke up, he ordered the two of you to enter the palace."

Xiao Liu'er led the people to the door of the dormitory with a crimson gauze lamp, stopped and bowed, "It's fine for you two adults to go in by themselves."

The faint candlelight inside was exposed, Song Yiqing quietly took a step back, looked at the winding snow-covered footprints on the floor and asked: "Is anyone else here?"

Xiao Liu'er was taken aback for a moment, followed the other person's line of sight and landed on the footprints, smiled and responded neither humble nor overbearing.

"The officials also ordered Scholar Mei and Xianglai Liu."

Hearing that it was the teacher, Pei Lian thought more about it, and stepped into the dormitory with the same expression.

Not counting the heater in the bedroom, there is also a brazier.A screen painted with ink-colored landscapes is placed horizontally in front of the bed.Mei Yanyu and Liu Hanqiu are waiting.The four of them met face to face, and tacitly did not say a word, just waiting for orders from inside.

The screen was covered with a layer of paper, and no matter looking from the inside or the outside, one could only vaguely see the figure reflected on it.

The official was lying on the bed, stroking the head of the crown prince who was kneeling on the footrest, whispering weakly.

"Sheng'er, look at those four people. If one day you sit in the official house of Wanmin, who do you trust?"

Although he was talking to the crown prince, his eyes fell on the screen.The eyes are bottomless, without any warmth.

Yan Sheng was wearing a red round collar, which made his skin as white as snow, but it was not as pale as his father's face.He knew that his father was ill, and he lost his smile in fear and sadness.Hearing this, he supported the side of the bed and looked back.

Although he couldn't see their faces, the teachers he had heard about these people in his daily lectures had mentioned these people, and he could tell them apart by the figures and postures reflected on the screen.

Remembering what the teacher said, he raised his finger to the right without hesitation to the two tall and straight as pine and bamboo.

It was Pei Lian and Song Yiqing.

The official closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

Yan Sheng frowned, hesitated a little, then moved his fingertips to the left, and landed on the Zaizhi Liu Hanqiu.

The official didn't say a word, but still shook his head.

When he chose Mei Yanyu and still got a negative response, Yan Sheng's eyes were confused, and he was at a loss as to what to do.

"Listen now."

Trying to lean sideways, the official grabbed Yan Sheng's arm, raised his head with difficulty, and warned, "You should not trust the new party or the old party. They can be used by you, but you can only trust yourself!"