He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The Luoyang family checks and balances each other, and Liang Yu, who never expected to be born out of nowhere, almost abolishes the emperor and replaces him, forcing them to join forces to barely suppress the ambitious former Sima.I thought that after Liang Yu's death, the situation in the court would be more stable. As a result, the leaderless Pingshu army broke out another Liang Dao and led troops to fight all the way from the middle of Shu. They were invincible and came back to Luoyang abruptly.

The night before He Xichen's entry into Luo, all the families were struggling to sleep and eat.However, no matter how suspicious they were, they couldn't stop the iron hooves approaching, and the sound of fighting and fighting poured into the capital like wind and thunder.

If it is normal, with the dignity of Da Sima, not to mention Wang Xie, even His Royal Highness Changkang Prince in the palace, standing together is also suitable.But now that the Liang family is the target of everyone's criticism, marrying him may outweigh the gains.Even though He Xichen's Northern Expedition had already accumulated a strong enough political capital, it would still be a bit difficult to have more than one enemy.

The atmosphere on the field instantly became weird.Fu Huaxun, who used to be the best at smoothing things over, sat idly by and drank a glass of wine with lowered eyebrows and eyes, as if he had nothing to do with him.The taciturn Rancheng sat half a step behind He Xichen, without looking sideways, took the wine pot from the owner's hand in a smooth manner, and poured half a glass of thin wine into the bottle.

Smack your big mouth!call you nonsense!

Although Xie Yan is an unscrupulous person, but he has been deeply influenced by what he has seen and heard, so he naturally knows the pros and cons of it, so he immediately laughed embarrassingly, talking about him from left to right.People who should throw pots, those who should sing poems, tacitly fooled the trouble.

He Xichen smirked, and didn't intend to continue to make things difficult, and said loudly: "I can't drink enough, so I leave the table first, and I invite all the girls to enjoy themselves."

"Since Yinlou is drunk, let's rest at home." Fu Huaxun stood up and gestured to help him.

He Xichen smiled without answering, and staggered a few steps.Fu Huaxun withdrew his hand obediently, but the man followed.

The courtyard is open in all directions, the snow is like silver, and there are messy footprints overlapping one another, it is hard to tell whose it is.The three girls under the white wall splashed ink, recited and left poems to ask each other for advice.He Xichen's drunken eyes were hazy, he stood still and stared at it for a few times, thinking that he couldn't write as well as me...Don't talk about me, Ruoyuan, no, even if he pulled Ajiu out, his writing was much stronger than theirs!

"Patriarch." Burning City called softly.

He waved his hand, walked straight forward with a bit of drunkenness, picked up a large pure wool brush on the pen holder, dipped it in the ink tank and ate enough ink, then rolled up his sleeves with one hand, and swung Fang Qiu with the other.After a while, the majestic, simple and vigorous "Tao" character occupies the center of the white wall.

After He Xichen finished writing, he didn't stay any longer, threw the brush behind him without even looking at it, and strode out the door by himself.The residual ink on the bristles shook everyone's body, and suddenly there was a bang, and the writing brush was leaning against the left ear of the taotie-patterned bronze pot.

"Bring! Bring the sword!"

Xie Yan, who chased into the courtyard, stared deeply at their leaving backs, and then turned to the powerful and mysterious "Tao" on the wall. Ink's pen with a sword.At this time, she restrained her unrestrained eyebrows, and a trace of solemnity flashed on her face. After a while, she shook her head and sighed, filled herself with wine, and punished herself with three glasses.

"I lost."

The courtyard of Fu's family is extremely open-minded and wild. The arched Hongqiao, the smoky warm water flowing down from the rockery, and the cold pine dotted with ice flowers and rime, each embodies the heritage and talent of the aristocratic family.

"It's just that Hua Xun failed to stop Xie Qilang's wild words, so don't blame him for looking at the hidden building. Xie Qilang is young and energetic, always proud, and he will grow up after suffering some hardships." People can't help feeling close to her, but it's a pity that the person walking with her is an old monster who has seen too much of the world.

He Xichen, the old monster, just raised his eyebrows and smiled when he heard the words: "What does it have to do with you if she offends me? Besides, the little county prince doesn't seem like a person who quits in spite of difficulties."

"...I didn't think well enough." Fu Huaxun frowned, "This matter happened because of me, and I will definitely not let the little princess disturb the quietness of the hidden building."

"It's okay, she's not the only one who wants to disturb my peace." The speaker may not mean it, but the listener must have it. Fu Huaxun's heart skipped a beat, she moved her lips, and just as she was about to say something, she saw He Xichen's His eyes squinted over, reflecting cold brilliance and endless teasing under the snow-coloured icy light.

"Sister Xun is clean and elegant, virtuous and deeds—" He stopped, and stretched out his hand in his sleeve to hold Fu Huaxun's cold palm, and the scent of wine overflowed from his mouth and nose into the snow, "I see it I am happy, but hate to know each other late. If I am not sick now, I am afraid that I will give you the sickness, and I will sleep with you and talk all night long!"

Fu Huaxun was scalded by the heat of his palm, and almost shook his hand away in embarrassment, but this man was also very stiff, so he shook it back and replied solemnly: "Hua Xun is the same!" She smelled a little bit of it. The scent of medicine, mixed with the smell of alcohol, calms the mind for no reason.

Ran Cheng, who was a few steps behind the two, looked up at their folded hands, and lowered their eyelids as if nothing had happened, as cold as ice caught in flying frost.

Walking through the corridor with rolling eaves, swimming over the Diaotai Ququ marsh, passing through the path of Huaiyan, and flying out of a small corner of the roof in the "Zhaixing Pavilion" in a deep and quiet place.

"When I was young, I came to Luoyang from Kuaiji. My mother didn't care about me, so I lived here." He Xichen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.Although I only came here once, I lived for three turbulent and treacherous months, and then returned to Kuaiji to take care of my younger brother and seriously ill father.

"Brother Yin has his grandfather to take care of him, so you don't have to worry about the hidden building." Fu Huaxun said warmly, "You are here to calm down, and I will deal with the others."

This little slicker is slick in all directions and has both sides, and he talks as if he is with me?He Xichen nodded indifferently, and led Rancheng into the former residence.

Fu Huaxun stood outside the Zhaixing Pavilion for a long time before slowly opening his stiff palms, thinking to himself - soldiers are deceitful. The "Tao"... Really?fake?

She squeezed the space between her tired brows and let out a long and heavy sigh.

***

"Fu's family?" Wei Jie, who was sitting in front of the incense table, slowly put on the lid of the Jinbo Mountain Furnace—the furnace lid was carved into a fairy mountain with overlapping peaks, and the exquisite flowing cloud-shaped swirl patterns are coiled on the furnace body, like waves. Beat the shore.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The minister kneeling on the ground replied.

Fragrant mist lingered melodiously from the Boshan furnace, Wei Jie closed his eyes and rested his side face, cutting the light outside the window into bright golden awns, which reflected in the music room through the hazy mist.Her complexion is extremely fair, her mouth is like a crescent moon, and she smiles before she speaks. She has an approachable appearance, but she is pushed away by her pair of clear and shallow amber eyes.

"Half liang of agarwood, [-] liang of stack incense, [-] liang of clove skin, [-] liang of camphor, [-] liang of musk, [-] liang of shirt charcoal... still not right." Wei Jie shook his head regretfully, " You go down."

The minister should be, and quietly exited the palace.

The memorial table on the table is messy and half-open, and at the end it says, "The courtier Liang Dao is sincere and frightened, he bows his head and bows his head, the death penalty is a death penalty", which is very sincere and touching.

Wei Jie pursed his lips and got up while leaning on the incense table: "I didn't go to court, but went to a banquet, hum!" She leaned against the door, her temples were covered with fragrance, and looked at the flying flags in the distance.

The palace city of Luoyang is majestic and majestic, the orange clouds in the sky quickly pass over the city wall, and the dark fragrance floats in the plum garden, riding the night snow and falling into the black mud.

***

Two days later, He Xichen took leave of absence to attend the court meeting for the first time in half a month, discussing the state affairs with the princes and dealing with the affairs of the court.He followed Song Yan's gentleness and honesty in his memory, drawing gourds according to the same example, seeing every move, at least his ability and demeanor alone were enough to convince everyone.However, the positions are different, no matter how convinced, the tit for tat is still the tit for tat.

"Da Sima's pen is strong, his words are concise, rigorous and clear." Grand Tutor Xie Wei held He Xichen's political papers in his hand, and praised, "If the children in the family can get five points of Liang Jun's charm/rhythm, it is really the luck of the Xie family. but--"

Once "but" appears in all conversations, the first half of the sentence is basically nonsense, and the latter half of the sentence is the ring.

"However, the comments on the "Nine Ranks of Officials" are too harsh. "Xie Wei is the patriarch of the Xie clan, about 40 years old, with long and sharp phoenix eyes.

When everyone heard the words, they hurriedly held their colors and held their breath, and sat upright.Wei Jie on the main seat showed interest, his eyes wandering between Xie He and the two of them.

But seeing He Xichen put his long sleeves together, he said in a calm and unhurried manner: "May I ask Mr. Xie, why Chen Gong created the "Nine Ranks of Officials" back then? "

Xie Wei put the article in his hand on the desk, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Chen is very capable, and he wants to correct the abuses of the procuratorate, and to judge the quality of talents, not to say that the family is superior or inferior."

"The body of the original style will be called the orderly human relations, if the fish are in order." He Xichen raised his half-closed eyelids, "Zhongzheng judges people, family background, career, and quality. But now the family status is emphasized and the talent is ignored. , Only select scholars based on family status, there is no low-ranking family at the top, no noble family at the bottom. The pure and the poor are separated, the public has the public, and the high-ranking has the noble. How can it be said that this is the original intention of Chen Gong? How can it be said that it is the selection of talents?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and one or two Qingliu doctors were red-eyed, and just about to refute, Xie Wei responded: "In troubled times and desolate years, the population is displaced, and the corrupt procuratorial system is no longer applicable. Today, the Nine-Rank System was created by the ancestors, and it is still in use today, if it is also at the end of the road, what can I do?"

...What's going on with this little fox?

He Xichen's brows twitched. The hole was too obvious, which made him hesitate.He stared at the opposite side, the unsmiling Xie Wei was sitting on the table, suddenly raised an arc towards him, cunning, but aboveboard, exactly the same as when Bao Xiaoheng was restless.

This is not a fight with me, it is clearly trying to drag me onto a pirate ship!Tsk!To be used as a gun by a 40-year-old kid?

He Xichen was upset and funny, but he couldn't help feeling like-minded and sympathetic in his heart.He waved his sleeves, straightened his waist, and said in a solemn voice: "What can I do? If you are poor, you want to change, and when you are broken, you stand up!"

Beginning with the debate between Xie He and Xie He, the Qing and Zhuo factions in the court began to attack each other wantonly.As for the two people who caused the incident, they drank a cup silently in a hidden place where no one was paying attention.

After retiring from the imperial court, He Xichen just wanted to go back to Yehu Lane to eat fresh goat soufflé, roast meat and Tiaowan roast, with a pot of tea, it was heaven and earth.As a result, before taking two steps, he was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Da Sima, Your Majesty, please move to the house to talk."

The courtiers who came out of the palace one after another showed surprise, but He Xichen felt sorry for the delicious food at home, and he still had a gentle smile on his face: "I am sorry to trouble you, the regular attendant will lead the way."

The two walked away from the crowd, and when they arrived at the deserted corridor, occasionally a courtier hurried past to salute, and the fragrance was lingering between the flapping of the sleeves.He Xichen couldn't help covering his face and sneezed, his eyes turned red instantly and wept.

"Haha, why are you still the same?" Zhongchang Wangling sneered mercilessly, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to him, "If you lose your composure in front of Qingliu celebrities, you will definitely be ridiculed by them. die!"

He Xichen wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, and replied: "I smell some spices that are really choking, so there is nothing I can do." He folded the handkerchief and stuffed it into his bosom, "You don't need the handkerchief, so I won't return it to you. There is a fragrant wind everywhere, and my life is very sad."

"Cut! Virtue!" Wang Ling spat at him.

He Xichen laughed, looked carefully at the girl in front of him, and said, "Long time no see, magic talisman."

Wang Ling also pursed his lips nostalgicly: "Long time no see, Daozi."

Five years ago, He Xichen went on a study tour, and met Wang Ling and Yu Miao on the way.The three of them are also wonderful, they each take their own numbers and travel the mountains and rivers.Study tours were originally a way to accumulate fame, but they turned them into an unsolved case—no one knows that "The Collection of Lotus Hoes" was written by the three of them.

"I thought you would go to Luofu Mountain to look for Baopuzi, but I didn't expect you to enter the court." He Xichen joked, "The gate of the palace is deep, where does the donkey rider go to find the donkey?"

"It's okay. Without a donkey, a horse can do it; without a horse, I can do it with my feet!" Wang Ling said with a smile, "What about you? Doesn't Kuzhai Layman just want to live freely?"

He Xichen bared his teeth: "Walk and stop, go wherever you go. Even if there is no dragon liver and phoenix marrow, fine nectar and jade liquid, I will be happy if my heart is at ease."

The road is not long, and we will soon arrive at Wei Jie's house.The petals of the two bone red cinnabar plums in the courtyard are deep red and gorgeous, stained with snow water like cinnabar moles on the snowy skin of a beauty.

He Xichen was watching in the wind, and suddenly heard Wang Ling withdraw from the studio, whispering: "Go in, be careful." He paused again, and smiled wryly, "It's wrong, you should be more lenient."

"I am a loyal and patriotic servant, how do you talk?" He Xichen pretended to be displeased, raised his chin, and whispered in her ear, "Little girl, when I come out, you have to break a plum blossom to apologize to me .”

Wang Ling could only helplessly say yes.Watching his back disappear behind the door, the warmth in her eyes gradually turned into ashes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth slowly fell, turning into an inexplicable coldness.