Powerful ministers are husbands

The next day, Pang Miao occasionally recalled the voices of Lu Yi and An Sheren, thinking about it.

He is sitting by the window of the library, the days are getting warmer and warmer, the window is wide open, the breeze in the hall brings a little warmth, through the light spots among the branches shaking on the pages in his hands, it seems more and more peaceful in the afternoon And comfortable.

"School Pang?" A thin voice rang in his ear.

He came back to his senses and saw a servant standing in front of him, slightly bent over, with a pleasant smile.

It looks familiar, as if it was served by the Holy Majesty.

He got up and asked politely, "Is there something wrong?"

The servant said: "Your Majesty has summoned you, please go to the Liangyi Hall."

"Huh?" Pang Miao couldn't help being curious, straightened the official robes in an orderly manner, followed behind the servant, pondered for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Please tell me, my little eunuch, what is the reason for the summoning?"

Pang Miao was not nervous or worried about the unknown. He was purely curious. He could count on one hand the number of times he had seen the Holy Spirit with his own eyes, including meeting the Holy Spirit as "Pang Wenjun". , so I really can't think of the reason.

The servant said: "His Royal Highness the eldest son said that thanks to you being there last time, the poisoning was not deep, so the Holy Majesty rewarded you in person."

Speaking of the eldest son of the emperor, he had inquired about it before, and fortunately he was treated in time, but his body was a little weak and he had to rest, and he hadn't been to the official office for a long time.Recalling that sweet smiling face and soft voice, his mood couldn't help but get better.

Walking through the long narrow passage, turning around two palace gates, we came to Liangyi Hall. The guards around the hall stood like pines and cypresses. Pang Miao followed the servants through the line of guards. He didn't see a single official on the way. When he arrived at the gate of the hall, the servant asked him to wait first, and he needed to be notified.

Standing at the door, the laughter of children came from the hall.

After a while, the eldest son of the emperor, Cang Ting, ran out first from the servant. He crossed the threshold with difficulty, threw himself into Pang Miao's arms, and smacked his face.

The servant looked at the cheerful look of the eldest son of the emperor, and said with a smile: "Your Highness is the most popular. Pang Xiaoshu, please come in."

Cang Ting took Pang Miao's hand and entered the hall, which made Pang Miao feel a little bit weird.

Today's holy majesty is reclining on the soft couch in a disfigured manner, peeling oranges, and there is no one else beside him except Eunuch Yun.When he saw Pang Miao saluting in front of him, he sat up with a smile, and his gestures did not have the slightest majesty of an emperor, just like ordinary people meeting and talking.

"School Pang, don't be cautious, just sit there and talk." He pointed to the tree three or four steps away.

Pang Miao thanked him and went to sit down.

Zhuan Sun Yongde stuffed the peeled orange into the eldest son's hand, pinched his cheeks gently, and said softly: "Cang Ting, good boy, let's go outside and play for a while, and I'll ask Pang Xiaoshu to accompany you later, okay? "

Cang Ting is an obedient and good boy, and was led out by Eunuch Yun.

The door of the palace was closed, and Zhuan Sun Yongde said again: "Oh, I remembered, you were one of the last imperial examinations. I have read your papers, and you answered the questions well. You are worthy of being a scholarly family. Cangting was poisoned Thanks to you thinking of something, he can be alive and kicking now." He pushed a wooden box on the small table, "I have been thinking about the reward for a while, and I even asked Qiu Shaojian about your Likes, I think gold, silver and jewelry are not suitable for people from the family of poetry and calligraphy, so I prepared a few novelties. Don't talk about your work, heart and so on, just accept it."

"Thank you my lord." Pang Miao got up and took the wooden box.

Zhuan Sun Yongde stared at Pang Miao's face until he returned to the bed, then he blinked, with a friendly smile, "Look, my guess is right?"

Pang Miao lifted the lid of the box, and there were brushes, inks, and inkstones neatly placed inside. Anyone with a discerning eye in the industry can understand that these are produced in good places, not only valuable, but also rare.

Zhuan Sun Yongde looked closely at Pang Miao's eyes, saw surprise and joy in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Seeing that Pang Xiaoshu likes it, I am relieved. As for gifts, they must be loved by others, otherwise it will be a gift." Free."

Pang Miao didn't dare to be sloppy, he got up again and saluted, thinking that His Majesty is really approachable, speaking so straightforwardly with ordinary courtiers.

It's no wonder that the relationship between Cao Lv and the Holy Majesty surpassed the friendship between a monarch and his ministers, and was more like a pair of close friends.

Zhuan Sun Yongde took a sip of tea, and said: "There is a box of incense pills next to the inkstone. The smell is light and elegant. It can refresh the mind and calm the mind. People in the scholarly family are particular about it. They like to change into this kind of incense in spring. Pills, burning incense and practicing calligraphy are also interesting."

Pang Miao took a look. Their family had the habit of changing incense according to the seasons, but they couldn't afford expensive spices.

"Thank you, my lord, for the reward." Pang Miao said some polite words.

Zhuan Sun Yongde looked at him accepting the gift dutifully, and liked it quite a bit, "After two years, there will be no problem in taking the exams, and I will definitely be promoted to the official position of Pang Xiaoshu. By the way, don't let the matter of summoning you go outside Said, nowadays some people are very jealous, if they know it, they must arrange it, which is not good for someone like you who has just got an official position and has a bright future, so remember."

"My minister will keep it in mind." Pang Miao saluted, and left after seeing the Holy Master nodding his head.

The door of the hall was closed again, and a person turned out from behind the screen, with a crimson official robe, about 40 years old, with a serious face, very much like an arhat in the temple with wide eyes.However, such a person is still respectful in front of today's world.

Zhuan Sun Yongde sighed into the empty teacup, "Everyone has weaknesses, right Ding Zhongcheng?"

Pang Miao went out of the palace gate, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the imperial city at this time, he planned to go home directly, not wanting to run into An Sheren on the way.

Fortunately, I ran into Ansheren yesterday, so I knew what that person looked like.

He hurriedly stepped back, leaning his back against the wall, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two people over there.

"At three o'clock in the unitary hour, Tingyu Building behind Zhenyuan Building, remember? Well, go quickly, pretend to be doing business, don't let others see the clues, the imperial capital's office will also go to inform Zhou Fuyin .”

"Yes, little one remembers."

After a series of footsteps, there was no sound coming from that path. Pang Miao poked out half of his head cautiously, and took a quick look. An Sheren and the little official had gone far away.

His heart was pounding, it was time to connect.

He hurried towards the city gate, and when he passed the west gate, he saw that the west gate was also open, and he thought in his heart that it would be great if he could run over and tell Cao Lv directly.

After going out the door, the figure of Ansheren had already merged into the vast crowd, only a young man in the uniform of a petty official was holding a few booklets and was talking to a passing official, and the voice was exactly that of Ansheren in front of him. bit.

This person is probably going to pass on the news in a while, and it is useless to stare at him. If the news is to be spread, it will be better if everyone gathers together.

He continued to walk in the direction of home, and before he took a few steps, he found Ce Changshu squatting at the wonton stand by the roadside, eating deliciously, his eyes staring at the small shop in front of the imperial city. The official, squinting at Pang Miao, greeted him with a smile.

"You have..." Pang Miao sat down opposite him and made two gestures.

Ce Changshu laughed twice, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "Just now I saw you took a second look at that little official, hehe, did you also see that he is different from An Sheren?"

"What?" Pang Miao was in a daze, "I didn't look at him deliberately, I just looked at him casually."

The chief strategist didn't ask further, "Mr. Pang, this wonton is pretty good. Try it. I'll treat you to it." He paid for two bowls, waved his hand, and followed the departing official.

There were the most people in the imperial capital, and the black heads could not be seen, so the two disappeared quickly.

Ce Changshu obviously meant to tell him not to intervene, and Pang Miao didn't intend to run with him, although Cao Lv said that Ce Changshu was ordered to investigate Lu Yi, but whose order?Obviously it was not appointed by Cao Lv, otherwise it would not be such an argument.

There are hundreds of people in this golden imperial city, and when it comes to dealing with King Yan's faction, he only believes in Cao Lv.

The problem was, he wasn't sure what would be on his mind when he saw Ce Changshu, who was eavesdropping on Lu Yi and An Sheren's conversation.

When people in the bureau thought of the relationship between him and the Cao family, they would naturally think of more...

Originally, he had thought about how to do this, but unexpectedly, this person seemed to have greased the soles of his shoes, and he slipped faster than a mouse that saw a cat, which made him unable to do anything.

As the time dragged on, it became more and more difficult to say, he had to "coincidence" with Ce Changshu again.

When he got home and passed the news on, Pang Miao put down the wooden box in his hand, took out the pen, ink and inkstone and looked at them carefully. They were all top-grade. For a person who loves calligraphy like him, he couldn’t put it down. Then he looked at the box of incense. I took a small pill with a wooden tong and put it in the incense burner.

The elegant fragrance drifted away with the light smoke, and Pang Miao walked back and forth in the room. It was still some time before the three quarters of the unitary hour, so he decided to go to the front room to wait for news.

Passing by the stove, he heard chatter and laughter, and looked around, only to see Xue Jinyi and Zhang Mu playing with each other, throwing flour like a child, and the stove suddenly seemed to have snowed.

"Hey, you came home very early today. It's not dark when you read a book on weekdays." Xue Jinyi turned around and saw him.

"There is something, you continue..." Pang Miao waved.

"I'll make dumplings for you today. Come here soon, or they will be gone." Xue Jinyi shouted, "I went fishing with Zhang Mu outside the city today. It was so big that I almost couldn't pull it up. Zhang Mu gave it to me." Let's cook fish porridge and braise it in soy sauce, and the fish head can be used for soup, it's so delicious."

Pang Miao, who was walking outside, stopped abruptly.