Enemy proton must be pregnant with the cub of the regent

Having decided on the day of the Thousand Years Banquet, Pei Jun has not had a full night's sleep for many days.

Every New Year's Eve, all kinds of memorials come like snowflakes, especially this year, he doesn't even want to be idle when taking a bath, so he asks Ning Xi to read the scriptures to him, if he reads slowly Will urge.

The regent is also diligent in his administration on weekdays, but he is not in this kind of diligent way, as if he is rushing to finish everything before the time.

The little emperor was writing hard on a small case at the side. He was picked up by the regent early in the morning and said that he was studying politics, but he didn't study for a quarter of an hour. The emperor thought he was stupid and sent him to trace the copybook.

In the huge imperial study room, there was only the sound of flipping through memorials and rustling writing.

The more Pei Jun criticizes, the more he feels that these officials are troublesome, and they have to write thousands of words to report on trivial matters.What's more, the writing is not very good, and I haven't learned the kung fu of sycophancy, which makes people irritated.

Patience is exhausted.

It was rainy in Yujing in early spring, and there was a patter of rain outside the window at this time. Eunuch Ning Xi served hot tea, he gave a nonchalant hum, took it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting the teacup aside casually, he continued to review the papers without moving his eyes.

Ning Xi glanced at him and saw him flamboyant, although his handwriting seemed a little impatient, but there was joy in his brows, and he backed away silently.Official affairs are like that every day, and there will never be enough to deal with. He will never be happy because today's notes are written with extra literary talent.

The only thing that is different these days is the thousand-year-old banquet organized by King Wei on his own initiative.

The Prince Regent never likes extravagance, nor does he care about birthdays.And at his age, there are wives and concubines in other people's yards, and their sons are all over the place. He doesn't even have a housekeeper. It's not that no one sent a stunning beauty to his room before, in order to find out the inside story of the Prince Regent's mansion. They were all dragged out by Yan Lingwei and chopped down.

So it can't be the dancers who expect King Wei to prepare for him.

If there was anything unusual at the Thousand-year-old Banquet that could catch his heart suddenly, it would be... that one.

Ning Xi suddenly realized that it was so.

As soon as he thought of this, he met the commander who came into the hall with a saber head-on, and both sides nodded to see each other, Ning Xi lowered his expression and stepped aside.

"Your Highness."

Seeing him coming in, the regent's hands lightened a little: "I've been there, but the word has reached?"

"It's gone, and the word has spread, but," Ji Shuxian opened his mouth, as expected, he was talking about this matter. Ning Xi raised his eyes and thought about it, and heard him falter, "I didn't see it, and I'm safe." The Hou's mansion is full of medicinal smells, and the little butler said that the weather is bad, people are sick, and can't get out of bed. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the thousand-year-old banquet tonight."

The regent's expression paused slightly, the tip of the pen froze, and the bean-sized ink dots fell on the paper and blurred.

His originally stretched brows frowned instantly, and his tone became cold: "Sick again? I just look at the sunny and sunny days these days, where is the weather bad?"

With a bang, the slanting wind and drizzle rolled the bamboo curtains and hit the unclosed window sash hard.

"..."

Ning Xi hastily bolted the unpleasant window.

Ji Shuxian made up his mind, and continued to report: "His little housekeeper even stuffed the minister with a few taels of silver, and asked him to say something nice in front of His Highness."

Not only did he excuse his illness, but he also bribed the regent's close ministers.

The hand of stuffing silver is so skilled, I don't know how many people have stuffed it before.

Pei Jun asked, "How many taels of silver?"

Ji Shuxian spread out his hands and weighed them together: "About... more than three or two."

Pei Jun's expression was as gloomy as the rain outside the window.

"Three or two bribes, will you get rid of Gu?"

No one in the royal study dared to answer.

The little emperor gulped down his saliva, and traced the big characters more and more carefully, wishing he could not hide himself, lest he make a little noise to attract the attention of his fifth brother.

Pei Jun didn't speak any more, and with his head propped up, there was already a pile of insignificant memorials in his hand. He lost all good mood at once, and finished all the approvals with a downcast face.When I looked up, I saw the little emperor sitting behind the desk, yawning, with his pen hanging by his side, and kept playing with his fingers with his head down.

Pei Jun's eyes sank, and he threw something over casually: "If you play again, you'll chop it up! What is written in this memorial? If you can't explain it today, you don't have to eat."

"..."

anger!This is called venting anger!

The little emperor shivered, and immediately sat up straight. He picked up the memorial and looked at it. He could understand the words, but he could make 88 turns in one sentence.Confused, he raised his eyes to ask Ning Xi for help.

Ning Xi is an old man who has been with Pei Jun since he was a child. He has been serving Concubine Mei since he was in the palace. After Concubine Mei died of illness, he has been following Pei Jun all the time.From the palace to the imperial palace, and then back to the northern border, and then to the master of Yujing, there is no doubt of loyalty.

Now he is not only Pei Jun's confidant internal eunuch, but also the chief steward of the Regent's Palace, with great power.

Speaking of it, he is only ten years older than the regent, still young, and he will have more prosperity in the future, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a powerful official.

But Ning Xi is a low-key person, cautious and cautious, never makes friends with officials, and does not see anyone who has private contacts, usually reticent and like a mute.It was precisely because of his innocence that if he spoke, the regent would still listen to him.

Pei Jun said sharply, "Do you see what Ning Xi is doing, is that written on his face?"

The little emperor lowered his head and curled himself up even more.

Ning Xi sighed, took the memorial from the young eunuch, walked to the imperial case and read it slowly for the emperor again, putting a little more effort into the important words to inspire him to think.

But even so, the little emperor raised his head with a dazed look on his face, repeating those words on his lips, but panicked in his heart.

The regent put the teacup aside heavily: "When others are as old as you, they have already-"

He stopped talking.

Ning Xi continued in his mind: When others were as big as His Majesty, they had already read through the principles, drew inferences from one instance, and even wrote a small discussion in class.

This article spread to the Hanlin Academy. The academics thought the article was young, but the person who heard the composition was only six or seven years old. He immediately regarded it as a treasure and excitedly held it in front of the emperor. He had the cheek to accept this boy as a disciple and teach him personally. And said: "Ten years later, there will be a place for this son in the Imperial Academy!"

But the matter was settled after all, because Tong's surname was the surname of Nanye Kingdom.

Hanlin officials are close ministers of the emperor, where talents are cultivated and hoped for. Nearly half of the humerus of Dayu in the future will come from here.So the chair of the Imperial Academy can have any surname, except Xie.

What a coincidence, this other person is Xie Yan again.

...Pei Jun, you are out of your mind!

He used the bad weather as an excuse to avoid your thousand-year-old banquet, and you still think about the broken article he wrote when he was seven years old?Mere Xie Yan, everyone is stupid, what is there to ponder over and over again!

The regent's eyes darkened, and he didn't know who he was scolding: "Stupid, stupid, I don't know what to say!"

The little emperor burst into tears after being scolded, and sniffled his nose in aggrieved manner.

Is it he himself who wants to be the emperor?He was just after the palace change. When the officials bowed down, they secretly looked up at his fifth elder brother who had never met him out of curiosity. He grabbed him, threw him on the dragon chair, pointed at him and said, "This is the world." co-lord."

He was only three years old at that time, and his mother and concubine wanted to hug him to sleep!

Pei Jun glared at him: "Pei Zhen! Don't cry!"

"Woo!" The little emperor was afraid of Pei Jun, choked suddenly, and plunged into Ning Xi's body.

Ning Xi patted the little emperor's back helplessly, and wiped away the tears on His Majesty's face with his slightly soft inner prison coat.

Ping'an Marquis Mansion.

The young man on the bed closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping down, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but his face was reddish, and his breathing was a bit heavier than usual.

On rainy days, Xie Yan developed a low-grade fever. The doctor said that it might be the fault left after falling into the water. The root cause could not be removed, but it would also kill him. From now on, on rainy days, go out less and rest more.

Ah Yan sent Ji Shuxian out of the house, and when he came back, he twisted a cold handkerchief, wiped it on the back of Xie Yan's forehead and neck, gently helped him up to drink some water, and then put him back on the pillow.

A lock of black hair slipped down from his cheeks, Xie Yan tilted his cheeks and opened his heavy eyelids: "Who are you talking to, whose birthday is it?"

Just now, when he was talking to Ji Shuxian, he was outside the window. Ah Yan didn't expect that his ears were sharp, and he heard it.

"No one. Don't worry about it so much, my lord. It's been raining for the past few days. Your old illness of fever has fallen again. You can't go anywhere. You have to sleep well and be obedient."

Xie Yan stretched out his hand drowsily: "Ayan... little bird..."

"Understood my son, the little bird Ah Yan will take care of you, you should go to sleep soon."

Ah Yan stuffed his hands back into the quilt, patted Xie Yan on the shoulder, coaxed him to close his eyes in a soft voice, and stayed for a while before picking up the wooden bird's nest and coming out from the inner room.

The pair of lovesick birds laid two eggs earlier, and the chicks finally hatched two days ago. They are bald, pink-tender-tender, and have no hair. They give birth to a son as a baby. They are very happy, even when they are sick. Say them.

Sitting outside was a small furnace of medicinal soup, Bao Ping stood by and chatted with Ah Yan while picking up the soles of his shoes absent-mindedly.

After Commander Ji left, Aquarius became more restless, and turned to ask, "Housekeeper Xiaoyan, the regent's birthday banquet has just been declined like this? The one who sent the message is the Commander, so nothing will happen, right? Have you confessed to him properly?"

Ah Yan was changing the clean straw and wood chips for the bird's nest, and adding water, when he heard this, he took a deep breath: "I almost knelt down and kowtowed to him!"

Bao Ping lowered her head and sewed a few stitches, still uneasy: "Then did you give the commander money? He won't go back and talk nonsense, right? Our master is really sick, and he didn't intend to save the regent's face..."

Ah Yan was also troubled: "Of course it's stuffed, I'm afraid—"

He pondered for a while, although the regent didn't know why he suddenly thought of celebrating his birthday, he thought he was very interested.In case the money is not in place, or if the commander goes back and can't explain clearly, the regent will be displeased and punish the son for disrespect...

It's very possible that Pei Jun doesn't know what's wrong with him, and he's been staring at the young master lately.

He only stuffed Ji Shuxian with three taels of silver... It's not that he's being stingy, it's because he really doesn't have that much, so he must save some for his son to buy medicine?

The more Ah Yan thought about it, the colder he got, he suddenly stood up: "No, I'd better write a letter of apology for the young master... Aquarius, hurry up, take a pen and paper!"

Bao Ping hurriedly put down her sewing work, lifted the curtain to block the wind and went out, and Ah Yan also hurriedly followed: "You have never cut origami paper, I will go with you."

The two went one after the other to find folding books and yellow rice paper.

In the early years, Ah Yan sorted out a small study room by himself to store Xie Yan's books, paper, pens and ink, and he would also use it for keeping accounts on weekdays.

He dug out Xie Yan's previously written memorandum, carefully pondered the tone and words.Although he had studied with Xie Yan for a few years, he only had a little understanding of literature and science, and he couldn't write anything with outstanding literary talent. He wasted dozens of sheets of paper in a row, and he couldn't copy out a decent beginning.

Bao Ping couldn't help much, and didn't dare to disturb him, so he could only grind ink and cut paper silently.

The two of them scratched their heads, but they didn't know that in the bedroom, Xie Yan opened his eyes and sat up. He was in a daze for a while, and suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Xie Yan went to the outside and looked around, bent down and picked up a chick from the wooden bird's nest, hid it in his sleeve, opened the door and saw the continuous rain.He was a little sluggish from the fever, hung his head and thought for a while, then went back to the room and took the clean small teacup on the table to shelter the bird in his sleeve from the rain.

"His birthday... his birthday..."

Xie Yan doesn't like rain, he feels uncomfortable when it rains.

He murmured twice, still gritted his teeth and pushed open the side door of the Hou Mansion, walking into the light rain.

The fine silk-like rain and mist were like dense spider webs, and within a short time, his thin figure was completely swallowed up.

It wasn't until Ah Yan and Bao Ping finished compiling the book of apology that they remembered that there was still soup and medicine in the bedroom, and when they came back to check - Xie Yan's bed was already cold.

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The author has something to say:

"Mere Xie Yan"

birthday.

The regent who heard his wife would come: Hee, I want to work hard!After get off work, I can spend time with my wife!

The regent who heard that his wife can't come: Fuck your mother's job!

Continue to ask for collection and irrigation~

感谢在2022-01-0601:19:41~2022-01-0800:12:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 173580182;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 27 bottles of light water and wind; 1 bottle of Ruyi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!