Record of ups and downs in troubled times

Most people who have heard of Fu Xiyuan's name "Fu Shu" will inevitably think that this person is described as wretched, short and thin, but in fact it is just a preconceived imagination.

And often, when people with such assumptions see Fu Xiyuan's true face, they will always find it incredible: Although he is not very handsome, he is also a handsome man, even half a head taller than ordinary men. Absolutely nothing to do with the word "mouse".

"Fu Zongzheng, nice to meet you." Cheng Nan was talking, but his eyes were on the top of his forehead, and he didn't even look at this person, and sat on a low stone bench in the pavilion.

The pavilion is ventilated on all sides, anyone who passes by here can clearly and clearly see Cheng Chengxiang and Fu Zongzheng "having a good conversation", so bright and aboveboard, it makes them have no doubts.What's more, there is nothing around the pavilion to hide the figure, even if someone has doubts, it is difficult to approach secretly and listen to the conversation between the two of them.

Not bad.

Cheng Nan looked at Qi Jingyang, who stood outside the pavilion and was a little straighter than the pillars of the pavilion, and nodded approvingly.

"Don't dare to be, dare not be. It's the prime minister who praised me." As soon as Fu Xiyuan spoke, he could understand why he was so notorious: such a tall and burly man, his tone and demeanor could be so flattering.

This obedient attitude fell into Cheng Nan's eyes, even though he was used to seeing villains fawning over him, he still couldn't breathe with disgust.

"Fu Zongzheng said it too early. How do you know if I'm here to flatter you today, or..." Cheng Nan's words were meaningful, revealing a strong sense of threat.

"Hey," Fu Xiyuan pretended to be stupid, "You are a busy person, and you took the time to meet me, a little man. Is this considered flattering me? Actually, why did you come to me? I also have some speculations of my own. King Ke passed away. Could it be that Zong Zhengqing wants me to make some changes to him when he is editing the genealogy? You flatter me too much. It’s not like you don’t know. Luckily, Zong Zhengqing's position is becoming worthless day by day. Now, the matter of compiling the genealogy is no longer up to me, so it's really unforgivable!"

"Shut up!" Cheng Nan saw that he couldn't stop vomiting bitterly, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, so he went straight to the point: "I heard that the reason why the emperor killed the palace servants of Yonghe Palace a few days ago was because of your secret work?"

"Mine..." Fu Xiyuan was a little dazed, "Careful work?"

It is true that Fu Xiyuan has someone in the palace, but where does he have the means to put someone next to such nobles as the emperor and King Ke?He heard about the Yonghe Palace case, and intuitively sensed that it wasn't as simple as everyone said, but he didn't remember when he had the ability to stretch his hands there.

"Hmm." Cheng Nan observed Fu Xiyuan's expression calmly, trying to figure out whether he really had nothing to do with this matter, or he was just pretending to be crazy. "Nothing to do with you?"

"Prime Minister Cheng," Fu Xiyuan moved closer to Cheng Nan's face and smiled wickedly, "Why don't you explain to me first? I did this, so what? I didn't do it, so what?"

His tone of voice was considered overstepping.

In the laws of the DPRK, the difference between high and low is very clear, and the status and family background are very important.Fu Xiyuan's official position is lower than Cheng Nan's, and his ancestors are not as prominent as Cheng Nan's. Such a provocation is really out of character.

However, Cheng Nan, who has always had his eyes high above the top, took this approach: Ever since he saw Fu Xiyuan himself, he has always despised that he is a villain who is good at currying favor with the powerful.Now that Fu Xiyuan's tone was a little more impolite, Cheng Nan started to look at him high instead.

Dare to be arrogant in front of his prime minister, maybe he really has some skills.

"Peeping the secrets of the palace is a capital offense. Fu Zongzheng seems to want to go to the guillotine for a while, but he is so bold!"

"There are too many people in the palace, and I, Fu Xiyuan, am not the only one. Besides, how much courage do I have? I just hope to know some gossip and save my life! Besides," Fu Xiyuan Keenly aware of the fluctuations in Cheng Nan's attitude, knowing that he had made the right bet, he simply became more aggressive: "You came here on purpose to tell me this in advance, maybe you also have the idea of ​​saving my life?"

Cheng Nan didn't answer yes or no, but asked again: "This matter has something to do with you?" Judging by his expression, he seemed to be very sure.

"Who said this from?"

"Emperor." Cheng Nan hesitated for a moment, thinking that it would be no big deal even if he told Fu Xiyuan.

"Oh." Hearing the name, Fu Xiyuan lowered his head and smiled with a vague expression, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, he was as open and aboveboard: "Since the matter has been exposed, then I will admit it."

"Which one?" Cheng Nan followed closely.

"Everyone is dead, so is there any need to ask? You say that's the reason?" Fu Xiyuan's words were still glib, "Besides, if you do this kind of thing carefully, if you find out one, you will implicate a lot of people. I can't just because of a dead person." , just pay for yourself too?"

Hearing his words, Cheng Nan stood up thoughtfully, walked to the corner of the pavilion, leaned on the railing and looked at the overlapping hills in the distance.

He had seen with his own eyes the grand scene of Fu Xiyuan winning the championship in the court debate that day.His words are eloquent and well-founded, and he is really a talented man full of economics.But before the admiration from all the audience stopped, some people below were unconvinced, and bluntly said that Fu Xiyuan had peeked at the topic beforehand to be able to prepare so carefully.Later, it was rumored that this Fu Xiyuan had bribed high-ranking officials of the academy, and used all means to gain fame. Even his famous article "On the Expedition of the Dead" in the capital was said to have plagiarized his classmates.

The reputation of a literati depends entirely on his character and learning.If there is a stain on the character, no matter how good the pen is, it will be looked down upon by the peers.Fu Xiyuan originally worshiped under Mr. Zheng, but was finally kicked out because of this.

But even if he became the laughing stock of the entire government and people, and everyone behind him pointed at his spine and humiliated him, he never admitted that those rumors were true.Otherwise, he would have no chance of connecting with the Xu family's mess and becoming Zong Zhengqing.

Fu Xiyuan, Fu Xiyuan.

Cheng Nan read his name back and forth several times in his mind, and thought: If the rumors about Fu Xiyuan back then were the sewage poured on him by others, then it means that this person's extraordinary talent is true. He has read "On the Expanse of the Dead", and the whole article discusses many aspects of the country's demise, and every word should not be underestimated.Someone once said that "he who can write this article can win the world". Although it is exaggerated, it can also show the talent of this person.

What if Fu Xiyuan was really a villain?Could it be that he, Cheng Nan, was afraid of being a villain?Compared with a sanctimonious hypocrite, a villain can do more things.If Fu Xiyuan was really a villain, he wouldn't be able to jump out of his own palm.

In short, no matter what his nature is, Fu Xiyuan is worth using.

He made up his mind and was determined to show his sincerity in seeking talents, so he wanted to invite Fu Xiyuan to meet in the prime minister's residence.

A group of people led out of the palace gate.Before getting on the carriage, Cheng Nan seemed to think of something and turned his head to Qi Jingyang who was closely behind him and said, "You don't have to follow back." Seeing the half-sized boy blushing instantly, he couldn't help but tease him and said: " I don't know your little thoughts? Go ahead, remember to come back earlier."

Qi Jingyang couldn't stand the teasing, his ears felt hot.He muttered, "Then I'll..."

Cheng Nan wanted to tease him, how could he let him go so easily, and added: "Do you have any money? Don't take other girls out to play, but you can't even get half a copper coin. Isn't that Lost my Cheng Nan's face?"

Qi Jingyang's "girl" is Lezheng in Legongfang.At first, when Cheng Nan heard him talk about it, he thought it was a little beauty who played the qin and the zither, but later she realized that Le was the official position in the workshop to repair musical instruments.

Cheng Nan thinks it's quite good. The music she plays in front of people is more or less related to dignitaries. This girl is in charge of repairing. She must be prudent and appropriate. When she marries Jingyang back home in the future, she will be considered complete .

Whenever this matter was brought up, Qi Jingyang was ashamed: he didn't even say publicly that he liked other girls, and he never held hands. How could he even talk about marriage? !

He walked quickly on the small corridor of the music workshop, holding a small clay pot tightly in his hand, recalling the scene when he first met Qin Changyun: she hid behind the door, pointing at a beautiful woman in the hall The pipa in the mother's hand said to her companion: "After five more notes, the string will be broken! Teach her to dare to bully us again!" The tone is delicate and charming, completely like a naughty child who steals and does bad things.

Qi Jingyang didn't pay attention to whether the string really broke after five notes, he just looked at the double-petaled peach blossom on Chang Yun's hair, and thought in a trance: This spring, so early Have you patronized me?

"Hey! Bad guys!" Suddenly came a teenage girl's unique, crisp voice from behind. "Bad guy! You stop!"

Qi Jingyang sighed badly, but quickened his pace.But this music workshop has a peculiar structure, and its twists and turns are complicated and difficult to distinguish. The little girl who was chasing after him jumped a few steps, but unexpectedly flashed out from a passage in front and stopped him abruptly.

"Bad guy!" This girl was carved out of jade, even scolding people for no reason, giving people a sense of cuteness and savagery.However, she was young, but the hatred in her eyes was obvious, as if she had some deep hatred with the man in front of her.

Of course I hate him.

Qi Jingyang didn't argue with her, turned around and walked back along the corridor: If you hate it, hate it.The child's father was killed by him under his watch. How could she not hate him because she had a mortal hatred for him?

"Bad guy! Stop!" The girl limped and chased after him.She is a little cripple, and she wobbles left and right when she walks, but this corridor is in mid-air, if unfortunately she falls from the railings on both sides of the corridor, she will die.Qi Jingyang turned around and took a few steps, sighed resignedly, walked back and stood in front of the little girl.

"Bad guy!" The child yelled through gritted teeth, and rushed forward to grab his wrist and was about to bite him. Qi Jingyang had suffered this before, so he raised his hand skillfully and dodged it.

It would be good to be bitten by her, Qi Jing thought.If there is bleeding, I can stay here and ask Chang Yun to help me apply medicine and heal my wounds.

"Su Yun! Don't hurt anyone!" A woman in goose yellow clothes walked quickly, gently pushed the girl away, hugged her in her arms, then raised her head and said to Qi Jingyang: "Did I hurt you? It's been so many years , this child..."

She is Qin Changyun.

Qi Jingyang has known her as a friend for many years, watching her gradually become gentle and stable from a lively and delicate girl, although the admiration in his heart has never been expressed, but the meaning of nostalgia has never diminished.When he was young, he thought he liked Chang Yun because she was as playful as a butterfly on a flower; as he grew older, he thought he liked Chang Yun because she liked the peace and quiet.

Only now did he realize that he liked Chang Yun not because of the kind of person he liked, and Chang Yun happened to be that kind of person; it was because he liked Qin Changyun, so he liked Chang Yun of any temperament.

"Is something wrong?"

"Ah!" Qi Jingyang slapped his head, remembering why he came here.He handed over the clay pot in his hand as if asking for credit, and said with a little pride in his tone: "Didn't you say you needed Dongyinglu to glue something last time? It just so happens that I got such a pot by chance, and it's useless to me, you Just use it."

"Really?" Chang Yun was surprised and delighted when he took the can. "I was looking for it for a friend. I didn't expect you to have it there. It's just that Dongyinglu is very precious. I..."

"Such a precious thing, leaving it unused is trampling on it." Qi Jingyang was a little disappointed when he heard that Chang Yun didn't need it himself, "Which friend? Are you going to use it to stick the piano board?" I blamed myself for questioning or what, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, isn't your friend my friend? Next time you want to use it, just tell me again."

"En." Chang Yun hugged the jar in her arms, grinned at Qi Jingyang and said, "Thank you very much then. By the way, I learned to make a southern pastry a few days ago, which cannot be tasted in the capital. Let me cook it for you tomorrow as a thank you, okay?"

"Okay." Qi Jingyang replied very quickly, squinting his eyes, extremely happy.