Reincarnation of the powerful minister

"He must live..." Su Yan tried his best to calm down his turbulent mood, and whispered softly in Jing Hong's arms, "Altan, he must not die!"

Jing Hong's arms around Su Yan's waist tightened.Intellectually, he knows the importance of Altan's life, so that he can avoid a dispute between the two countries that has lost lives, and he can also follow the vine to find out the black hand behind the conspiracy.However, hearing these words from Su Yan's mouth with his own ears, he felt the importance and determination in the words, which made his chest suffocate, as if he had swallowed a sharp, cold and hard stone.

Master Su is right.Jing Hongzhui endured the slight bitterness and dull pain in her heart, and said to herself, adults care about the world, and the well-being of the family, country and people are the most important, and I must not delay his important affairs by jealousy for my own selfishness.

The news of Altan's death, the conspiracy of the black witch, the complicated situation between countries, and the bloody storm that is coming at the border... Su Yan was hit by waves one after another, and he had to work hard and think about it for half a year. After the calculations, this frail young man's body was inevitably exhausted, and that's why he lost his composure in front of everyone.

After a while, Su Yan adjusted his breath evenly, and found that the appearance of himself lying in the arms of his personal guard was really unsightly.He patted the back of Jing Hongzhui's hand, signaling the other party to let go of him, and after standing still, he glanced around with a guilty conscience.

The Jin Yiwei around cast concerned eyes, and even Huo Dun and Yan Chengxue, who had been dismissed and imprisoned, did not have much gloating in their eyes, but a bit of worry hidden in their eyes.

Between Yan and Huo and him, there may be conceptual confrontations, disagreements with each other's beliefs, and even dissatisfaction and resentment towards him, but in the face of the crisis of the family and the country, personal grievances are temporarily put aside .

Huo Dun asked: "Su Yushi took Lao Yan and me to Pingliang, and after interrogating the case, how should we deal with it?"

Su Yan asked back, "How do you think I will deal with it?"

Yan Chengxue sneered, and said to Huo Dun: "It is estimated that we should close it first, and when Wala gets too noisy, we can use you and me to suppress the fire, or exchange some benefits. Forget it, we have violated the law of the country, we will die anyway, and we will benefit the country." It doesn't matter if you donate your head. It's a pity that you have to add another political achievement to Su Yushi."

His attitude was very sharp, and he didn't know whether he was telling the truth or irony.Su Yan was not angry with him, but instead patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Yes, the ideological awareness has improved a lot, which shows that confinement has an effect."

Yan Chengxue felt a chill, and quickly shook off the palms on his shoulders.

"Since it's effective, let's continue to lock it up. Someone, send the two 'former' adults to the cell of the Pingliang government office," Su Yan lazily ordered, deliberately biting the word "former" clearly, "Order the jailer to live well." Take care of them, don't insult them lightly, and don't allow preferential treatment."

Immediately, Jin Yiwei stepped forward and took Yan and Huo to the prison.

Huo Dun looked at Yan Chengxue worriedly.

Yan Chengxue's face was haggard and pale, the bruised and purple blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, and she pursed her lightly colored and slightly mean lips.

Huo Dun opened his mouth towards him, a bunch of words rushed into his throat, and finally swallowed them back, only yelling: "...Old Yan."

Yan Chengxue turned his face sideways, and returned a very faint smile.

"Forget it, I didn't share the riches and honors, but I finally share the adversity. Even if I go to hell, I can be a companion." Huo Dun seemed to be relieved, and the wrinkles on his brows have relaxed a lot these days.

"...idiot." Yan Chengxue uttered two words lightly, turned around and left first.

Gao Shuo peeked at Su Yan, and saw him looking at the backs of Yan Huo and the two of them, "tsk", as if he was planning something.

Seeing that Jing Hong followed her eyes and did not look away, her eyes were full of his family's adults, she wished she could transform into Lord Su's body jacket and belt around her waist, if she said there was no affair between the two, even if she was beaten to death, he would not believe it.

He couldn't help thinking resentfully: Lao Yan and Huo, this pair of fateful mandarin ducks... are mandarin ducks, at least they can live together through the prison wall.As for our Shangguan, we haven’t seen our sweetheart for a few months, and we are stuck in the cold kiln... It’s a cold yamen, and the pigeons that deliver the letter are almost flying bald, but he sneaks in here, and attracts bees and butterflies in various ways. what?I don't know what Shen Tong knows!

Probably, Master Tusu had a better life.In fact, no one has one nose and two eyes, and it is not necessarily Su Qinghe——

Su Yan had already walked more than a dozen steps. Looking back at the guards following him, Gao Shuo was the only one who was still standing still, so he called out, "Gao Shuo?"

Gao Shuo suddenly came back to his senses, and subconsciously looked towards the direction from which the greeting came. He saw Su Yan's straight body dressed in blue lotus, covered with a cloak trimmed with fox fur, and under a curly cloud hair crown, a jade-white face was radiant. As clear as a snow-covered pearl, I couldn't help but panic in my heart, and the second half of the slander suddenly turned into - he, Su Qinghe, is not a fox fairy reincarnated, it seems that Shen Tong knows that ghosts are obsessed, and it is not incomprehensible...

Jing Hong chased away and let out a ray of sword intent like a cold wind, which made Gao Shuo flinch, and quickly threw away distracting thoughts to keep up with the team.

Su Yan braved the winter moon's first wind and walked to the official office.

Jing Hong frowned when she caught up with him, and asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency just said that Altan is the only chance to break the game?"

Su Yan nodded slightly: "But I couldn't find him. In fact, after Altan was sent away, I was also a little worried. I ordered Jin Yiwei to follow the ruts of the carriage to see if I could catch the person behind the scenes. As a result, when they caught up, they saw wolf carcasses everywhere and a burned carriage. They reported that the carriage was full of charred corpses, but none of them looked like Altan in terms of size. I At that time, I thought that the strategy of attacking the east and attacking the west worked, and Sharidan escorted Altan to another road, and he should be able to reach Oirat safely."

"But three months have passed, and Altan is still missing."

"Yes, no matter where he went, whether he can be saved or not, Sharidan should always send the message back to the tribe, and it shouldn't be the end of the current silence. So I doubt whether he will really..." Su Yan sighed worriedly, unwilling to say the second half of the sentence.

Jing Hongzhui hesitated for a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she asked, "Does your lord need to send someone to look for it?"

"Who are you sending, Jin Yiwei?"

"The subordinates are good at hiding and tracking. If the adults think it is necessary, the subordinates can..."

Su Yan stopped suddenly, and squinted at him: "Why, didn't you say you want to protect my safety, my lord, so you can walk away with peace of mind now?"

Jing Hong chased her head down and said: "My lord is surrounded by thousands of guards, safe and sound. But my lord is so worried, too much worrying is not good for my health, why don't I let my subordinates go down and try to find it."

"-Duplicity! What are you doing with such a trick of retreating to advance, to test my mind? You Jing Hongchai, I thought it was a solid eye, but it turned out to be naturally black!" Su Yan poked Jing Hongchai with his finger. chest cursed, but the tone was not harsh.

"It's not a gimmick." Jing Hong defended mumly, her heart itching from being poked by that finger.

Su Yan snorted, "The northern desert is vast, and the gravel beach is connected with grasslands, snow-capped mountains, and forests. Where can I find a needle in a haystack? What's more, to go to Oala, you have to go through the entire Tatar territory. I won't send Jinyiwei, let alone let you go." .

"If Altan is really dead, it will be his fate, and it will also be a catastrophe for me, Da Ming and Oala. Then we can talk if we can, and we can explain as much as we can. If the other side doesn't believe it and wants to start a war, then raise troops to meet the enemy The important weapon of a soldier's country, don't move rashly, if you move it, you will be mighty and powerful, and you will return it. I believe that the emperor is unwilling to start a war lightly, but he will never be afraid of war and avoid war!"

Su Yan's voice was as resounding as gold and stone.He glanced in the northwest direction, and there was fluffy snow foam floating in the sky, so he turned his head and quickened his pace.

"Then what are you going to do next?" Jing Hong asked.

"Write a memorial to return to Beijing on annual leave." Su Yan stepped into the Yamen carrying the wind and snow, shaking off the water droplets on the ground, rubbing his frozen red hands, "The overall framework of the horse administration reform is all set up, as long as you follow the order The execution is not derailed, let Governor Wei sit in charge, and it doesn't matter if I leave for a month or two.

"The snow fell early this year, and there may be white disasters on the grasslands. Winter is the looting period for the Tatars. If they encounter white disasters and their livelihoods are difficult, these nomadic tribes will be even more crazy. Ningxia, Datong, Liaodong and other nine border towns It is estimated that I will be ready to fight, I am a civil servant who has no power to restrain a chicken, why waste the guarding power of Jin Yiwei."

"The wind is raging, and I have to go back to the court. Communication is too inconvenient in this era. An important decision from the court may not be known to me until the decision is implemented, or even succeeds or fails. In this way No way." Su Yan didn't seem to realize that when he said these words, he subconsciously regarded himself as a member of the country's decision-makers, and it can be said that he has a sense of ownership.

To others, this is a blatant ambition to fight for power, a desire that almost all officials seek to enter the center of national power.But Jing Hongzhuan knew that Master Su had no selfish intentions, he really wanted to do something for this country.

After Jing Hongzhui warmed his cold hands with internal force, he took the hot tea from the handmaid and handed it over.

Holding the hot tea, Su Yan took a few sips before he warmed up from the cracks in his bones, and sighed comfortably: "Actually, the main reason is that the hot pot in the capital is delicious! It's winter to stay in the At home, eating hot pot and singing songs, this is the Chinese New Year."

... Well, in fact, there are still selfish intentions.A slight smile flitted across Jing Hong's lips, but this selfishness was really a bit cute.

Master Su is respectable, admirable, touching, and cute.It's just that I don't know when will I be able to kiss Fangze again?No way, in this life, I really only treat him as a personal bodyguard. After the golden wind and jade dew on the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be no chance to wait on the adults in bed again!Thinking of this, Jing Hong felt sad and helpless again.

But Lord Su is not emotional, he lives like a virtuous monk at a young age, what can he do, he can't deliberately drive himself into madness.Besides, even if he really went mad again, I'm afraid that this time the adults will be on guard and order someone to tie him up and bury him in the snow to wake up his mind.

"Azhui, you don't want to go back to Beijing for the New Year with me?" Su Yan looked at Jing Hongzhui's expression, "Is it because...Wei Jun is still alive? Because there is still a warrant for your arrest in the capital?"

Jing Hongzui's face darkened, "No, I want to go back to Beijing with my lord. There is no picture of me in the arrest warrant, not even my real name. Old thief Wei is even more humble. I will cut off his head sooner or later. .”

Su Yan nodded: "Old thief Wei Jun, sooner or later we have to make a break with him. And I still have something to worry about. Regarding the establishment of Tiangongyuan, it has been half a year since I proposed it. I don't know how it is going..."

When it comes to founding the Tiangong Institute, it is inevitable to think of King Yu who is in charge of this matter—this guy is really unreliable, and his brain has been exhausted for about ten years. It is so difficult to send a letter, but only one word Don't mention the matter of Tiangongyuan, just talk about romance... Bah, saying "wind, flowers, snow and moon" is exalting him, it should be "guiding desire and promoting obscenity"!A rogue satyr!Su Yan gritted his teeth bitterly.

No, this bastard, Yu Wang, is afraid that he wants to ruin his hard work in the early stage!If it doesn't work, he has to go to the emperor to ask for the work of the Tiangong Institute, and then find a few real knowledgeable people to take up the burden of rejuvenating the country through science and technology.

The more Su Yan thought about it, the more he felt that he had to be cut into eight avatars, so that he could do everything he worried about by himself.

God is pitiful, when he first time traveled, he clearly only wanted to be a playboy!Later, when he became a Jinshi and became an official, he wanted to hang out with his pen and ink and live a relaxed life.And then...how come you worry about the world first?

This kind of honest and loyal officials will not end well. They will either die from overwork, or offend the powerful and be persecuted.How easy it is to be a treacherous minister, as long as you make the emperor happy, what else do you want?Why doesn't he take a smooth road, he insists on ten miles of roughness and half a mile of flatness, and only one peak is greeted by another peak!

While Su Yan was writing the memorial, he sighed and felt that he probably lost his mind.

Jing Hongzhui stood behind him, looking indifferent and serious on the surface, but in fact she stretched her neck and squinted, looking at Su Yan's strokes while writing, more seriously than reading martial arts secret books.

After Su Yan finished writing, he turned his head and asked with a smile, "Ah Zhui, do you want to learn calligraphy?"

Jing Hongzhui pretended not to care, and replied in a flat voice: "This subordinate can write, as long as he can read."

He thought of the two handwritten letters he had left for Su Yan: a farewell note and a last letter.Those words are all pigs and dogs, unsightly, Master Su still kept them, and even brought them with him when he left Beijing.When he snatched the envelope back from Lord Su's hand, he was ashamed.

Su Yan nodded in agreement: "That's right, there are specializations in martial arts. If you are a master of martial arts, a good swordsmanship is enough. You just need to be able to read the words, don't worry about the details."

Jing Hong lowered her head, looked at the straight bridge of the nose concealed by eyelash feathers, and the slightly raised lips under the bridge of the nose, and thought to herself, why is Master Su so nice?So good that he felt ashamed and at the same time couldn't help but want to gobble it up.

"My lord..." Jing Hong said dryly, "This subordinate is about to offend you."

Su Yan was startled, startled, and before he could get angry, his jaw was pushed up by the black sword hilt, and his whole face was raised accordingly.

Jing Hong chased her face down from behind, and grabbed his lips upside down.

The skin at Su Yan's Adam's apple was tense and painful, and the corner of his lips made a muffled sound of "huh, huh", and the barrel of the pen that looked like a spring onion was still held between his fingers.

The pen barrel shook wildly at first, throwing ink stains all over the ground; then the movement weakened, and the outline was blurred; finally, it slipped from the fingers, landed on the ground with a clatter, rolled a few times, and stopped moving.

After a long while, Su Yan coughed violently: "Saliva... choked the trachea..."

Jing Hongzhui said guiltily: "My subordinates are clumsy, they still need to practice frequently, so that practice makes perfect."

"...'kouzhuo' is not used like this!"

"Yes, my subordinate."

"...Take out your hand too! You bastard!"

"Egg--"

"Shut up! Say one more word, and I will tear you apart!"