Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Su Yan's temporary residence in Pingliang is located near the government office, which is convenient for handling affairs.Needless to say, the two boys and Jing Hong were chasing after each other. The first batch of Jinyi guards led by Chu Yuan, together with those who came from Yan'an Mansion after recovering from injuries, a total of ten people also lived in the front yard of his mansion and acted as guards. hospital.

Later, most of the Five Thousand Jinyi Guards were stationed in the outskirts of the city, and they took turns on duty to ensure that Su Yan had enough people around him to protect him at any time when he went out.

Such a powerful defense force can be said to be impenetrable with needles and water, stronger than iron barrels.

Su Yan sometimes felt that they were too worried, and they needed such a big fanfare?Besides, he is only a seventh-rank supervisory censor, so it is understandable to use the emperor's own army in such a way that he said that he should find someone temporarily. After a long time, it will inevitably arouse criticism from the courtiers.

Longquan, the commandant of Tengxiang Guards, replied: "Master Su, don't worry, the emperor has explained, there is no need to worry about the court's material discussion, everything is determined by the sacred will. Our group of troops will not stay in Shaanxi for a long time. When the situation is stable, Ma Zheng Once the innovation is on the right track, they will be withdrawn to the capital in batches.”

Su Yan nodded and said: "It is reasonable to retreat, after all, you are the upper guard, and you cannot separate the defense of the holy car."

There are 26 guards directly in the pro-army, of which Jinyiwei is mainly in charge of bodyguards, honor guards, arrests, and prisons; [-] guards including Jinwu and Yubayashi are in charge of patrols;The standard-bearer guards hold the flags and drums and guard; the avant-garde guards of the government army command the young army (that is, supplementary soldiers).

Jinwu, Habayashi and other guards basically stick to the Forbidden City.In fact, the most convenient and most mobile ones used by the emperor are the Jinyiwei and Tengxiang Four Guards.

There are more than 6000 soldiers and horses in the four guards of Tengxiang, led by eunuchs and eunuchs, who directly obey the emperor's orders.Excluding the guard of honor for decoration, Jin Yiwei now has about [-] people, most of them are here, and the rest are basically in Fusi, South and North Towns.

Su Yan didn't know what was coming to his mind, and asked in a strange way: "Beizhen Fusi in the capital...is there enough manpower?"

Long Quan was stunned, and replied: "It should be enough. After all, they are only responsible for the arrest and prison, and there is no need to go to war."

Su Yan clasped his palms together, and rubbed his index fingers back and forth unconsciously, which was a small gesture of restlessness.A few seconds later, he asked again: "Did something happen to Jin Yiwei?"

Longquan was puzzled: "Master Su, why do you ask such a question?"

Su Yan said: "After all, I have done the errand of combing the Jinyiwei, and I am a little concerned about the follow-up. After Feng went to evil, I don't know the ability and temperament of the new palm print chief."

Longquan's mind was flexible, and he quickly realized that Su Yushi was playing around and asking why the five thousand Jinyiwei were led by him, the commander of the Tengxiang Left Guard. Could it be that the Jinyiwei didn't have a chief officer?

He smiled and explained: "The emperor has not yet appointed a new chief officer, and the position of the commander of the Jinyiwei is still vacant. I am also temporarily appointed. Originally, the emperor appointed another commander of the Jinyiwei to be a temporary commander. , Unfortunately, before he left, he fell off his horse and broke his leg."

Su Yan blurted out, "What's that man's last name?"

"My surname is Xin."

Su Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Shaanxi is thousands of miles away from the capital, so it is inconvenient to hear the news, what happened in the capital may not be able to reach his ears in a short time.

Even if the pigeons pass on the letter, they must first arrive at a fixed location with an official pigeon loft, and there must be pigeons transported from the capital in the pigeon cage before they can return to the capital by the original route.It's not something that can fly around casually.

Therefore, there is no urgent matter, and he rarely uses flying pigeons.

If you take the "immediate delivery" at the post station, it is basically limited to official documents and memorials.

Calculated, the private letters he received in the past three or four months, excluding the secret decree issued by the emperor, were only ten, and seven of them were from the crown prince.

——Shen Qi wrote a total of three private letters to him, the length was not long, but it was obviously confided after careful consideration, even the ink marks when she wrote it had a full and tearful smell.

The title of the first letter was "lady", and he scolded him when he wrote back. From the second letter, the title was changed to "good brother".These three words came from Shen Qi's hands, no matter how you looked at it, it felt awkward. Su Yan always suspected that the other party meant something, but he couldn't find a reason to do it.

The content of the letter also made him unable to find any faults—there was no frivolous word in the whole article, but every word was related to emotion; it did not express longing directly, but it was full of affection but came out through the paper.

Sometimes it's the parent's short story:

"You have tasted sweet grapes at my house, but now they are on the market. I wanted to freeze some fresh fruits in the ice cellar, but unfortunately they are not durable, so I had to make wine. According to the recipe you gave, three catties of grapes and one catty of sugar , bottle it after fermentation, store it for another half a year before it can be eaten, and you should come back for the New Year by then.”

Sometimes I confide in my heart:

"I have handled several beautiful cases, and I have been promoted from Qianhu to Qianshi, and then to Tongzhi. Back in Dongyuan, you said that my thigh was not thick enough and long enough, and I was afraid it would be broken. Now it looks thick and long. It’s a little bit, but it’s not enough. I know that no matter how I climb up, I will always be under, but at least let me climb higher, and higher, so that I can provide you with more help.”

Sometimes just a few words:

"The Buddha crosses all sentient beings, but he refuses to cross me. Just cross me."

Su Yan put every private letter in a leather bag, one for Shen Qi, one for the prince, and one for the emperor.Three leather bags, hidden in the depths of the burden, are brought with you to any state capital.

He wrote all kinds of hidden heads for the emperor, and hid his witty and admirable thoughts in solemn memorials.

He wrote seven replies to the prince one after another, detailing what he saw and heard on the way, and many interesting stories, talking and laughing happily between the pages.

He only replied one letter to Shen Qi.Just a few days ago, with 31 characters in the title, it was a poem with seven unique features.

——When taking elective courses in the previous life, writing metrical poems has always been Su Yan's weakness, mainly due to the headache of mediocrity.After crossing, at the Enrong Banquet, the emperor ordered him to compose a poem. Afraid of showing his ugliness, he made up a doggerel and got away with it.

But now he wants to write poetry.Instead of copying the ancients within 500 years, and not copying the beautiful sentences from the Internet in the past life, I just honestly and racked my brains to write one myself.

Su Yan drank a few sips of Xiaobeiwen's warm wine, bit the penholder, looked at the frost maple and cold chrysanthemum in the nursery outside the window, and wrote with ink: "The wine stains the frost forest and drunk the evening, and the wind blows yellow flowers like cirrus clouds. I am so tired of falling in love with a heavy quilt and skinny bones, I will send you a chat about brocade characters—”

When I wrote the last two sentences, I felt some resentment in my boudoir, so I crumpled the ball of paper dissatisfied and threw it away.

After thinking about it again, he slowly wrote: "This body is especially outside a thousand mountains, and I dreamed of passing through the tower overnight. Under the east fence of Xu's hometown, the chrysanthemums bloomed leisurely."

He felt that this song was pretty good, it seemed to be full of love and commitment, and it was not lacking in a leisurely atmosphere, but seeing the three characters "chrysanthemum and opening" made his butt hurt, so he rubbed the paper ball hard and threw it away.

Su Yan scratched his forehead hair, sighed in annoyance, and finally choked out a rhythmic and euphemistic song.He was afraid that if he thought about it repeatedly, a lot of brain cells would die, so he just stuffed it in the envelope and sent it.

Shen Qi, who was far away in the capital, received this long-awaited reply letter. After opening it, she found that it was a song called "Thinking" - "Qing Guang has no intention of entering the sparse curtain, gradually gaining and losing, and the moon's strings. Yan Meng wakes up." Looking for brocade elements in time, counting fleeting years in the depths of fallen flowers."

He read it back and forth, and felt that he seemed to have a faint sense of yearning, and it seemed that he just lamented the passing of time.Shen Qi couldn't make up his mind, and deeply hated that he didn't read enough poems, so he copied them out with his own hands, and found a former scholar who was once a failure, but later abandoned his pen and joined the army to become the general banner of the Jinyiwei, and asked him to interpret the poetry.

The Chief of Scholars took a look and saw that it was Shangguan's handwriting, and immediately began to flatter him.Shen Qi said impatiently: "I asked you to explain, who told you to comment? It doesn't matter whether the poem is well written or not, as long as I think it is good. I just want you to see if the person who wrote the poem really has that meaning? "

"What do you mean?" Zong Qi asked in confusion.

Shen Qi glared at him solemnly: "I have worked so hard all the way to send a poem, what do you mean!"

"Oh——" Zongqi had an epiphany, and hurriedly pointed to the paper, "There are some, my lord, please read the third sentence. 'Goose' is a long-term love bird, and it is also a messenger bird. Jin Su' uses the allusion of 'Yu Chuan Chi Su', which means a love letter. This sentence says that the person who wrote the poem woke up in the middle of the night after dreaming of wild geese, and got up to look for the letter from his sweetheart!"

After hearing this, Shen Qi suppressed her joy, put on an expression of asking casually, said a few words of approval, and sent the general banner away.

As soon as the person left, he pressed the letter paper firmly against his chest, using it to suppress the beating heart.

Shen Qi put this letter together with the previous one in her bag, carried it in her bosom during the day, and hid it under her pillow at night, spending days and years speculating about Su Yan's return date.

In Shaanxi, thousands of miles away, Su Yan lost his mind during the conversation with Longquan, remembering the letters coming and going, until the other party called him several times, he suddenly came back to his senses, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm a little tired. I'm out of energy."

Longquan said: "Your Excellency, rest well, as for the messenger who claims to be sent by Prince Yu's Mansion, why don't we see you tomorrow."

"It's okay, bring him to the study. I will feel at ease after asking him clearly."

In the study, Su Yan asked the messenger to take a seat, and after looking at it, he asked, "Is the injury serious?"

The messenger shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, my lord. A little flesh injury is fine."

"How did you fall into the hands of the King of Pingliang and be beaten?"

"The humble job is the personal guard of Prince Yu, who was ordered to deliver a letter to Master Su. I wanted to squat outside the county palace and wait for the adults to come out, but I somehow attracted the attention of the guards of the palace. More than a dozen people surrounded me from behind and wrapped the humble job in a sack. Drag it into the county prince's mansion." The messenger looked ashamed, "It's a negligence of a lowly post, thinking that the streets of Fucheng are safe."

Su Yan gave a "tsk" and said sarcastically: "I saw that King Yu participated in the Dragon Boat Festival shooting willows earlier. He has a lot of retinues. He usually comes and goes in the capital, and there are many guards around him. Why don't you even send a few more messengers?" ?”

The messenger replied seriously: "It's not that I'm reluctant, but I can't do anything about it. Since the emperor issued a ban ten years ago, the prince has never been able to cross the boundary marker of the capital. Sending me to Shaanxi alone is a big risk, if the emperor finds out—"

He paused, and then said: "Before I left, the prince ordered that I hand it over to Mr. Su and ask for a reply letter. If there is no reply letter, I will never even think about returning to Beijing in this life. But that letter was previously The King of Pingliang took it away by force, but Master Su took it back?"

It was taken back, but Su Yan didn't open it to read, fearing that his eyes would be hot and his liver hurt from anger, so he almost burned it all away.

With a dark face, he took out the envelope and slapped it on the desk, "You send this letter back to him exactly, and just say that I don't want to read it."

"How does this happen?" The messenger was very embarrassed, "I returned from my humble post without success, and I can't explain to the prince."

Seeing that Su Yan was unmoved, the messenger got up and walked in front of him, half knelt down, and begged, "I beg Master Su to take pity on the suffering of the humble post for several months, just take a look at the letter!"

Su Yan saw that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, the gauze wrapped around his forehead was still stained with blood, his swollen and narrowed eyes were pleading, and he felt pity in his heart. people.So he said: "I don't read the letter, but I can write the reply letter, so that you can take it to a business and avoid punishment."

The messenger was grateful.

Su Yan got up, took a piece of plain white paper, dipped it in ink and swiped the brush, without thinking about it, wrote four flamboyant characters.

Because his emotions were so full of emotions that they were about to explode, he performed supernormally. These four characters seemed to break through his bottleneck of being more than clear and not old enough, gushing out the aura of calligrapher Luanxiang Fengzhu——

"Dou, you, old, mother!"

After finishing writing, Su Yan dried up the ink stain with a subtle malicious excitement, folded it, put it in a kraft envelope, and handed it to the messenger: "Here, he wants a reply."

The messenger didn't dare to ask him what he wrote, so he took it and put it in his arms solemnly.

Su Yan said: "Shaanxi may not be peaceful, I will send two Jinyi guards to escort you back to Beijing to avoid accidents along the way."

After thanking the messenger repeatedly, he took his leave and left.

Jing Hong, who was guarding outside the study, saw the door open and walked in.He seemed to have something to say, but it was a bit difficult to say.Seeing his doubtful and fearful expression, Su Yan didn't hold back, and smiled: "Do you know what your face looks like?"

Jing Hong chased and said politely: "I don't know, please advise."

Su Yan smiled: "Like a fearful husband who suspects his wife is having an affair and wants to interrogate but dare not interrogate."

Jing Hong chased her with embarrassment, her cheeks flushed red, and she blurted out: "This subordinate is worried about your lord's loss! You said you went in for a secret talk, and you changed into new clothes when you came out. So what did the King of Pingliang do to your lord?"

Su Yan couldn't help it, laughed loudly, wiped the tears from the laughter, and waved his hands: "You should ask me what I did to him hahaha... I guess he would never dare to come within ten feet of me in his life, Let alone being alone."

Only then did Jing Hong chase completely relieved, and stepped forward a few steps, approaching his Master Su.The paper and pen on the table hadn't been cleared away yet, so he glanced at it and asked, "Did your lord write back to King Yu?"

Su Yan nodded, and said cheerfully, "I guarantee that his nose will cringe when he sees the reply."

"Prince Yu's misconduct has ruined his good martial arts." Jing Hongzui had a icy smile on his lips, "When I return to the capital, if the dog prince pesters you again, I will assassinate him."