Dingjiangshan

The harem was extremely busy, and Jing Zhan was not idle in the Imperial Teacher's Mansion.

He had just presided over the anniversary of Ning Zongyuan's death, and he had to rush to catch up with Ning Shengchen's affairs. This month, he was even busier than Ning Yan.Ning Yan got fresh game from the hunting ground twice before, and wanted to ask him to go there for a tooth-tasting sacrifice, but who knew that He Wenting didn't see Master Guo Shi when he arrived at the gate.

Jing Zhan doesn't have to worry about the mundane affairs of singing, dancing, drinking and banquets, but when will the banquet start and when will it end.Whether the day is a collision, whether it is suitable to have a banquet, if it is not suitable, how to avoid it, etc., these are Jing Zhan's work.

Everything in the emperor's house must be meticulous and cautious, and the 26th of the winter moon is not the official day of Ning Shengchen, so every winter month, Jing Zhan, who has always been leisurely, will inevitably be busy.As Ning Yan, the "True Dragon Son of Heaven", his birthday is determined by the heavens. If he made a wrong banquet and said that he was too young, it would be a mistake, and if he said he was too old, he would confuse his fate. After all, it is a bit taboo.

Because of this, every year, the National Teacher's Office will open an altar for Ning Yan, to get rid of evil spirits and save himself, and also use this to sue the heavens.

A few years ago, when Jing Zhan hadn't fully completed his studies, Yan Qing did most of these things behind closed doors, and he only needed to start.However, this year Yan Qing was determined to let him practice, and followed Jiang Xiaohan back to Kunlun a month ago, leaving him alone in the capital to deal with these tasks.

Jing Zhan started by himself in the first year, even if he had seen it thousands of times before, it was inevitable that he would be a little unfamiliar.

It wasn't until the 23rd of the winter moon that Jing Zhan finished these trivial hours and days and sent them to the Ministry of Rites.

The Ministry of Rituals waited for him desperately, and when he got the letter, he didn't dare to talk about it again, so he went back to look at the taboo arrangements on the list.

Jing Zhan was finally able to take a breather, so he simply closed the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion, and waited for Ning Yan to open the altar on the morning of the 26th.Before that, I closed the door to thank the guests, and I just wanted to stay in the house with peace of mind and hide.

People in the world may have misunderstood the title of "National Teacher". When the first emperor ordered the construction of the National Teacher's Mansion, I don't know what fool's suggestion he listened to. A short and fat tower, counting in detail, is five stories high.

If it weren't for the fact that no building in the palace city should be higher than the emperor's bedroom, Jing Zhan would have suspected that this thing would have to be built up to the seventh floor.

That's why Jing Zhan doesn't like to stay indoors in broad daylight. According to him, "I'm not a white snake, so I don't need a tower to suppress me."Therefore, most of the time he either stayed in the study, or stayed in the warm pavilion in the garden to enjoy the scenery and drink tea.Jing Zhan is afraid of the cold, so charcoal basins are set up every few steps in the courtyard of the National Teacher's Mansion. After a long time, the flowers in the courtyard are constantly blooming.

The National Teacher's Mansion does not burn incense all year round, but only occasionally when Jing Zhan is in a good mood, or when he encounters a big event and needs to fast and take a bath in advance, so the fragrance of flowers is purer than other places.

It was rare to have such a free time in the past month. Jing Zhan lazily lay down on the table in the Nuan Pavilion and practiced drawing talismans. The windows on the left and right sides were wide open, but because of the large number of charcoal basins, it was not too cold.

The talisman paper patterns are complicated and changeable, and it takes a lot of drawings to not be unfamiliar. Jing Zhan is a diligent person, even if Yan Qing is not in front of him, he never falls behind.

A young servant stood beside him quietly grinding the ink for him, adding a spoonful of water to the millstone from time to time.This servant was brought by Jing Zhan from Jiang Mansion back then, he is not particularly clever, but he is more faithful than others.

Jing Zhan's posture in drawing talismans is very beautiful. Because he has painted a lot, he writes smoothly and rarely stops.The complex talisman paintings are compressed on the three-finger-wide yellow paper without looking cramped, looking upright, very chic.

He was in a good mood today. After practicing the peace talisman, he drew two more marriage talismans, and prepared to tease Ning Yan with them when he was free.

Thinking like this, Jing Zhan didn't stop moving, and drew a new piece of yellow paper from the side.It's just that he had just finished writing, when a ball of snow-white something suddenly jumped in from the window, quickly crossed half of the warm pavilion, and jumped onto Jing Zhan's lap.

Jing Zhan's pen was stunned by the bump, and the ink under his hand was also slightly crooked.

The talisman should be drawn in one go. If the stroke in the middle is broken, then the talisman cannot be used. Jing Zhan looked up at the time and put down the pen.

"Hair ball." Jing Zhan reached out to pick up the fluffy snow ball on his lap and held it up in front of him, threateningly said: "Look, it's all your fault."

The little pompom he called the hairball twisted in his hand, revealing two small wet eyes, and licked his hand flatteringly.

This little fox cub was caught by Ning Yan from the hunting ground when he was hunting in autumn. At that time, there was no mother around this little thing. Ning Yan wanted to let him go, but he was afraid that he would not survive, so he thought about it and brought him back to Miyagi. Later, he saw Jing Zhan I like it, so I gave it to him to raise.

Jing Zhan took out a small piece of soft cake from his cloth bag and fed it to Maotuan, patted the crumbs on his hands, and signaled the servants around him to put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Jiang Xi, who was waiting on the side, put down the half-grinded ink ingot, seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood today, so he reminded him.

"Young Master, if you are not busy today, should someone tell His Majesty that you were indeed busy a few days ago, and that you did not deliberately refute him." Jiang Xi said, "Although Your Majesty does not know as much as you, it is okay to have no reply." not good."

Jing Zhan was rubbing the hairball's little paws, and was taken aback by Jiang Xi's question, and asked confusedly, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? What happened a few days ago?"

Seeing that he really couldn't remember, Jiang Xi couldn't help but sighed, and said, "Just a few days ago, His Majesty invited you to dinner, don't you remember?"

Jing Zhan asked strangely, "When did it happen?"

With an indescribable expression on Jiang Xi's face, he said: "Just the day before yesterday, you were counting the time. No matter how you calculated it, it didn't match the schedule. It was very annoying. Attendant He came over and said that His Majesty invited you to the Imperial Garden for barbecue, but you didn't." Reason, let me give him the bottle of honey of flowers on the top of the cabinet, and send him away."

Jing Zhan: "..."

He really forgot.

When he got busy, he couldn't put anything in his mind except business.If Jiang Xi didn't mention this matter, he wouldn't even be able to remember it.

It's also fortunate that Ning Yan is not a narrow-minded emperor, otherwise he would have felt ashamed.

"... Cough." Jing Zhan coughed twice in embarrassment, rubbed the heads of two hair balls, took the cloth towel beside the table to wipe his hands, and took the paper talisman on the table to dry the ink in his hand.

"It's really time to see His Majesty." Jing Zhan said, "It's been a long time since I had a snack with Your Majesty."

Jiang Xi: "..."

In the whole world, Jing Zhan is probably the only one who can talk to Ning Yan like this, a majestic emperor is not as big as a plate of dim sum.

Jing Zhan sorted out the paper talismans in his hands, picked the best drawn one from the peace talismans, stamped his mark with cinnabar, and folded it up.

At the right time, Jiang Xi took out a brand new red cloth bag the size of a palm from the cabinet and handed it to Jing Zhan, watching him put the talisman into it.

"It just so happens that I'm going to give His Majesty a piece of peace talisman." Jing Zhan shook his sleeves and ordered: "The rest of the writing practice on the table should be torn up and buried according to the old rules."

Jiang Xi always followed him to do this kind of work, and he was very familiar with it, so he quickly put him away.

He is not a servant. Although he serves Jing Zhan, it is not convenient to walk in the palace.So if Jing Zhan goes out, Jiang Xi always stays at the National Teacher's Mansion, not with him.

Jiang Xi sent Jing Zhan to the carriage at the entrance of the National Teacher's Mansion, watched him walk out of the palace road, then turned around and returned to the mansion, closing the gate.

When Jing Zhan and Ning Yan first met, Ning Yan was not yet an emperor, but just a little boy with a more refined appearance.The two of them touched fish in the pond without telling Ning Huaijin, and fought over "who took my sister's flower ball". What kind of boundaries come.

But after all Ning Yan is an emperor, Jing Zhan thought that he must be treated lightly to the outside world, so he thought about it before going out, and went to the cupboard to grab a pack of herbal tea, planning to take it with him to Ning Yan.

It's just that Ning Yan doesn't seem to be more leisurely than Jing Zhan today. When Jing Zhan went, he didn't say anything, and waited for him in Zichen Palace for more than half an hour before seeing him come back from the upper study.

"Why are you here?" Sure enough, Ning Yan didn't hold any grudges. He was quite happy to see him, and asked, "Are you free?"

"Yeah." Jing Zhan took out the little red cloth bag from his sleeve, handed it to Ning Yan without pretending to be someone else, and said, "Send your Majesty this year's peace talisman along the way."

"Isn't it usually changed after the birthday? Why is it brought forward this year?" Ning Yan stuffed it into his waist purse and asked casually, "Where's the emperor's uncle?"

"Today's time has passed, pick a good time tomorrow to paint for the prince." Jing Zhan said.

"Well, no rush." ​​Ning Yan walked up to him, pushed the dessert plate on the tea table beside Jing Zhan towards him, and said, "You just need to remember it...you came by coincidence, the dining room just made it Milk tea cake, try it."

Not to mention Ning Yan's side, these snacks are all kinds of different things, and Jing Zhan tasted them directly without being polite to him.

As soon as Ning Yan came back from the study, there was still a layer of cold on his body, so he sat on the couch crookedly, warming his hands with a warm stove.

After Jing Zhan finished eating a piece of fragrant cake, He Wenting, who was behind Ning Yan for some reason, also came in through the curtain, and handed Ning Yan a memorial in his hand.

Ning Yan turned over the pages of the book and glanced at it. Seemingly satisfied, he chuckled lightly and said, "This still looks good."

He opened his mouth first, which meant that this was not something to hide from others. Jing Zhan wiped his fingers with a cloth towel and said, "What's the matter? Those pedantic people in front finally decided to give up trying to persuade His Majesty to draft a draft?"

"That's not true." Ning Yan said: "It was just that the Ministry of Rites came to ask whether the position of King Yong'an should be placed at the top of the Longevity Banquet, but I refuted it, so I hurriedly sent a new ranking over. .”

"People in the Ministry of Rituals are cautious, and they don't mind asking questions every year." Jing Zhan said, "But logically, King Yong'an is His Majesty's uncle, so he is naturally closer than Prince Gong."

"What's the blood relationship?" Ning Yan waved his hand: "In my eyes, affection is the most important thing."

Ning Yan has always had this temperament, Jing Zhan smiled when he heard this, and touched another piece of cake from the plate.

He Wenting, who was waiting at the side, waited for a while, and saw that the two of them had no intention of speaking, and said again: "Your Majesty, just now the Queen Mother also asked someone to ask about this. It is said that there is a Shu in Renshou Palace. Girl, do you want to invite her to the Longevity Banquet of His Majesty?"

Shu Qiuyu, that is everyone's tacit choice for empress, Jing Zhan's heart suddenly became good, and on the surface he ate the cake with all his heart, but his ears were pricked up.

"Please." Ning Yan rubbed his hands against the heat from the stove, and said with a smile, "Your queen mother's guest, you should be invited."