Lang Jun is coming

With two documents in his sleeve, Pei Lian walked along the corridor on the right side of the Royal Road to Taichang Temple.

"grown ups."

Zhu He, who was sorting out the files of previous years, immediately greeted him.He is two years older than Pei Lian. He is an official worshiped as the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, and he has always been meticulous and cautious in his affairs.There were nine temples in the Heng Dynasty, each temple was under Zhengqing, and there were two Shaoqing, Pei Lian was more important to him than the other.

"Zhu He, go and tell Meng Shaojian and Chen Shaoqing from Sinong Temple, and tell them that I have asked them to explain."

As Pei Lian talked and walked, Zhu He also responded in a daze, unable to figure out what could tie Taichang Temple, Secretary Province, and Sinong Temple together.

But as soon as he stepped out, he heard Pei Lian say again: "I'll trouble you to go to the household department yourself later."

"House...hubu?"

I didn't figure it out before, Zhu He's mind was even more muddled now, and he couldn't help but make a sound in doubt.

The document file was spread out and held down with a paperweight, Pei Lian looked at the content on it, and immediately felt a little concerned.He took a piece of wolf hair, and when he started and finished his pen, the handwriting, like a wind and rain, was like a blade that was about to come out.

"This piece of paper must be handed over to Shangshu Hubu in person, and ask him to help find something."

The rice paper with half-dry ink fell into Zhu He's hand. He glanced at it, his mind was even more muddy, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was a little dull.

There was only a five-character poem on the tissue paper that Pei Lian gave him.

"Clean and scattered flying catkins, finely chasing horseshoe disease. The throat of Kyushu, the main area of ​​Huaijing."

Perhaps it is not considered a poem, because there is no title, and even the rhyme does not correspond, it is more like an impromptu doggerel.

After playing around all morning, Crown Prince Yan Sheng was already fast asleep in the arms of his nanny, and the baby's plump face, which was lined with red clothes, became whiter, tenderer and rounder.Although it's not the first time seeing Xiao Liu'er, she still thinks she's cute, no wonder the officials love her.

"Go down first."

The official stood up and sent the nanny away, and waited for someone to carry the crown prince out of the Hall of Yanhe before explaining to Xiao Liuer, "When you go and tell Li Yuan, if Pei Lian asks him for something, don't worry, just give it to him."

Li Yuanshi has been the Minister of the Household Department for ten years, in charge of household registration, taxation, finance and so on.

The Ministry of Finance is under the control of Liu Hanqiu, the chief minister. Lu Shijue, the secretary of the Zhongshu Province, has always wanted to get close to Liu Hanqiu, and the Shangshu Province, which holds the power to implement government orders, and the six departments under it are imperialists. Even if Liu Hanqiu has many students, he is rarely able to Infiltrated into Shangshu to save.

Xiao Liu'er has been a servant for so many years, so there is always something that shouldn't be seen and shouldn't be heard.For example, this morning, the official family suddenly asked the Ministry of Rites for the roster of Chunwei, and sent him to copy the identity and family of one person in the roster.

The water in the court is bottomless, and there will be no big mistakes if you say less and do more.He was already prepared to keep his mouth shut until he was buried in the loess.

Meng Ruanqing met Chen Juncong in the middle of the road.He got Zhu He's tone, and left all the work to Gu Huaibi, the school secretary under him, and then went to Taichang Temple.

"Zhong Wei."

Seeing Chen Juncong's scarlet official uniform from a distance, he shouted and hurried over.

This voice, Chen Juncong knew who it was without looking back, he stood there and waited patiently, his eyes were gentle enough to compete with Chunfeng.

After Fan Lou, although the two of them tried their best to get back to the way they used to get along with each other, they couldn't deceive the bad feelings in their hearts no matter what.Chen Juncong looked normal, but in reality he was always aloof and polite intentionally or unintentionally.However, in the past two days, Chen Juncong was frank and too sudden as usual.

With a distance of two or three steps, Meng Ruanqing felt a little fear under the gaze of the other party, and he couldn't take a step forward.

They are both civil servants, and this friend has always behaved and behaved like a gentleman, even Meng Ruanqing himself wondered where this fear came from, and he dared not look into the other's eyes.

He pretended not to care and asked, "Are you going to Taichang Temple too?"

Chen Juncong nodded, but with this little skill, he saw all Meng Ruanqing's thoughts in his eyes.

"There must be something important."

He said succinctly.

There is no need to mention what the important matter is about.Ever since Liu Hanqiu was transferred away for the first time, and locked in the palace to take the Chunwei exam questions, the two figured out the official's intentions in it, but if the surroundings were not completely tight, these things could not be easily said outside.

The bricks and stones under the feet are flat. After more than 600 years of wind and rain in the former and Heng dynasties, there are always some wear and tear, which is harmless, but adds a sense of weight.

Meng Ruanqing looked away from the small potholes on the bricks and stones, and turned to look at the majestic palace city bathed in the brilliance. Excitement and apprehension suddenly came to his mind. The premonition that he had lingered for many days made him hold Chen Juncong's forearm tightly. The voice trembled slightly.

"Zhongwei, do you think it's really possible?"

Although it was a questioning tone, the anticipation in his eyes and every move revealed his thoughts to Chen Juncong.

The force on the forearm was a bit heavy, but Chen Juncong seemed not aware of it, and smiled firmly: "Man will conquer heaven."