Dingjiangshan

In the study room, Ning Yan supported his head with one hand, and was reviewing tedious and boring memorials.

As the end of the year approaches, the number of invitation papers from various places has also increased. Those border generals who do not return to Beijing to report on their duties at the end of the year, or some clan members who have not rushed back to the capital, will always submit papers no matter what happens. Let’s ask Ning Yan Whether the body is "well".

Most of these excerpts are similar, first they talk about the local customs, then they praise him, and finally they send their greetings.

But these things are not easy to ignore, it is always the mind of the courtiers.Fortunately, there is no need to bother to reply to these things, just reply with a few gentle words.

Ning Yan half-closed his eyes and glanced at the past, annotating a sentence or two on the notebook from time to time.

Linglong stood quietly behind him, stepping up to refill his ink from time to time.

Ning Yan usually doesn't like to be noisy, and there are not many people around him, so the room is quiet for a while, and even the slightest sound absorption is light and soft.

A new piece of charcoal had just been replaced under the small incense burner at the corner of the table. The smell of ambergris was baked by the heat, and scattered into the air with the light smoke curling upwards, it smelled thick and rich.

Once this fragrance is contaminated, it is not easy to dissipate, and Ning Yan is used to smelling it on weekdays, but today for some reason, after smelling it for a long time, he feels a little dizzy.

Without raising his head, Ning Yan tapped the table with the body of the pen, pointed to the window beside him, and casually ordered: "It's too hot in the room, and I'm so stuffy, open the window."

The little servant by the window was afraid that he would be caught cold by the wind, so he didn't dare to open the window next to him as ordered, but took two steps forward, picked a window in front of Ning Yan's side, and opened it a small way. small gaps.

The cold wind mixed with the smell of ice and snow instantly rolled in through the small crack, and washed away the strong aroma in the room.

Ning Yan's frown was slightly relaxed, and he felt his mind cleared up.

Linglong had been paying attention to Ning Yan all the time. Seeing him like this, she probably guessed what he was thinking, so she walked forward, picked up the incense burner at the corner of the table, and placed it on the wooden table under the window.

In order to prevent the heat from leaking out, the window of the upper study room was pasted with two thick layers of oil paper, with only a layer of gauze as thin as a cicada's wing sandwiched inside to let the light pass through.

The thin layer of ice condensed on the window was shattered by the action of pushing the window, and fell down with a rustle.Ning Yan looked outside, only to realize that at some point, a small layer of snow had accumulated under the window.

In winter, the palace is not as lively as in other seasons, and there are fewer people in the palace. The large square outside the study room is empty, and only a few sparrows fly by from time to time, and they will land on the empty square to peck. Eat some ash seeds.

Ning Yan looked at it with interest for a while, and felt better, so he took a new memorial from his hand.

The content of this memorial is the same as the previous ones. Ning Yan has approved countless "Shang'an" this morning, and writing has almost become a habit.He hastily glanced at it, and was about to reply a few sentences casually as before, when he suddenly realized that this was not a copy of Feng Qing'an.

Not only that, this note is a bit special - it came from Anqing Mansion, and the person who wrote the note is the current Changle Wang Ningzheng.

The empress dowager's own son, Ning Yan's third brother.

Ning Yan suddenly felt a headache.

When Ning Yan came to the throne, the first emperor skipped over the two adult princes and just passed the throne to him.At that time, the Third Highness Ning Zheng and the deceased Fourth Highness Ning Yu fought fiercely for the throne, which almost stirred up the chaos in the court, but they didn't expect that in the end, no one would win this huge country, and instead, he, the little one, would take advantage of it. .

Later, Ning Zheng went to the fiefdom before Ning Yan ascended the throne. He went there for ten years and never went back to the capital, and rarely met with An Zhezi.However, Ning Yan still thinks about the fate of his brother when he was a child, and he rarely has the same knowledge as him.

I don't know what medicine I took wrongly this year, Ning Yan thought strangely.

The note in his hand was written by Ning Zheng himself, saying that he hadn't been back to the capital for many years, and he was really ashamed of his lack of filial piety, and wanted to come back to meet His Majesty and the Queen Mother by the way.

Ning Zheng's note was well-written and respectful, and he couldn't find any mistakes at first glance. He was a good son who missed his mother.

But based on Ning Yan's understanding of Ning Zheng, he should not be able to write such an excerpt that shows his loyalty by surrendering his status... It is likely that his subordinates have edited it for him.

Ning Yan stroked the barrel of the pen, feeling a little undecided for a moment.

Ning Zheng had always been critical of his ascension to the throne, but due to the circumstances at that time and the late emperor's will, no troubles arose.

Now there are many things at the end of the year, Ning Yan's own Longevity Festival, the sacrifice of the late emperor, and the year-end big sacrifice one after another, and this year is catching up with Ning Yan's enthronement for a full ten years, so both inside and outside the palace are extremely busy.

Although Ning Zheng's request to return to Beijing was reasonable, Ning Yan hesitated for a moment and decided not to take the risk.

Refused to refuse, Ning Yan gave Ning Zheng enough face, only replied that it was because of the cold end of the year, and the long journey back to Beijing from Anqing Mansion. I couldn't bear my brother's fatigue. It's better to wait until the beginning of spring before leaving, or stay in Beijing for more days Accompany the queen mother and so on.

Ning Yan finished writing the reply after careful consideration, but felt that the approval of this letter was more tiring than the pile of invitation papers next to it.He threw the pen away casually, stared at the ink-colored handwriting on the memorial, frowned and raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, feeling a faint pain in his head.

Seeing that he was not feeling well, Linglong hurriedly stepped forward, gently massaged his shoulders, and gently advised: "Your Majesty is tired? Take a break."

When Ning Yan left the palace to go to Prince Gong's mansion, there was only He Wenting by his side. Linglong was rewarded by the queen mother after he ascended the throne.

So Ning Yan rubbed his forehead vigorously, waved his hand backwards, and stopped her.

"No need." Ning Yan said.

His eyes fell on the milk tea on the corner of the table, and the sweet smell of milk whey penetrated into his nostrils, Ning Yan's throat tightened, and he felt sick and tired.

"Change to Biluochun, don't make it too strong." Ning Yan raised his hand and pushed the cup of tea, and then, as if remembering something, he asked one more sentence: "Oh yes...the emperor's uncle will come later, remember to replace him The usual tea set."

"Your servant understands." Linglong saluted, took a few steps back, and glanced at Ning Yan's somewhat ugly face: "Your Majesty doesn't look very comfortable, I should invite an imperial physician to take a look."

"No need, I'm fine." The thing Ning Yan dislikes most in his life is the imperial physician. Those old guys always prescribe a bunch of tonics, whether it's useful or not. In short, one bowl is more bitter than the other, and it's so bitter that it's tongue-in-cheek Numb.

It's just that Ning Yan just felt dizzy after lowering his head and raising his head. At this moment, he was covering his forehead and staring at the inscription on the memorial, trying to calm down the indescribable dizziness.He slowed down for a while and felt better before sitting up straight and picking up the pen beside him again.

Linglong twitched the words three times on the tip of her tongue, swallowed them back, only agreed once, and then walked out the door of the upper study room with the cup of tea.She casually pointed out two servants outside, one invited the imperial physician, and the other was sent to pick up Ning Huaijin at the gate of the palace.

There is still some distance between the palace and the palace city. Ning Huaijin sat in the carriage, feeling a little anxious.

The weather in central Beijing has not been very good these days, and there was a light snowfall in the morning.According to what He Wenting said, the earth dragon in Qinzheng Palace is still broken for some reason today, and it can't be burned. Ning Yan wore a thin dragon robe and finished his morning court, so he must not be very comfortable.

In addition, Shu Qinghui may be a little impatient, or maybe seeing that he and Jiang Xiaohan have not been at the court these days, they have become less and less cautious in their actions, and they even led a few courtiers to the court one after another to tell His Majesty about the mess in the harem. No face, no wonder Ning Yan was angry.

The more Ning Huaijin thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Although he knew that Ning Yan was an emperor, and one day he would have to face these courtiers with different thoughts by himself, it was inevitable that he would still have a feeling of "his own child being bullied" .

Thinking of this, Ning Huaijin couldn't help but feel a little restless, but he was well-bred and couldn't do anything like lift the curtain to watch the road on the street, so he could only ask, "Where have you been?"

"Go back to the prince." He Wenting quickly replied outside the window: "Hurry up, I'll be there in half an hour."

"Why did you go further and further away?" Ning Huaijin asked.

"Go back to the lord." He Wenting said politely: "Because the palace gate that the lord usually walks in today is on duty for the imperial guards, we can only go through another door."

It is also common for the Imperial Guard to take turns, and it is not a big deal. Ning Huaijin is not a person who is easily anxious and irritable. Hearing this, he calmed down, hummed, and stopped talking.

The frame of Prince Gong Ning Huaijin has always been recognizable in Beijing. This frame was admired by Ning Yan. The ebony carriage is covered with a hard shell of gold, which is invulnerable to swords and swords. The logo lantern is very conspicuous.

Because of the detour, the carriage passed through the East Street, and the carriage of the Wangfu passed through the empty street with bells ringing, and headed straight for Miyagi.

The gate of the Shu Mansion on the main street of Dongcheng was opened a little, and the two servants guarding the gate watched the bustle through the crack for a while, and watched the car of the Wang Mansion enter the palace city before closing the gate, tsk tsk with emotion.

"Look at this style." The young servant put his hands in his sleeves and said, "It really deserves to be the prince who has raised our Majesty. It looks noble."

"Did you see it?" The older man sneered disdainfully, patted his chest, and said, "If you want to say that you are blessed, it has to be in our house. What do you know, you little bastard, our eldest lady is going to be Those who become queens will still have good luck."

The young servant leaned on the windshield of the porch with his hands in his hands and sat down. Hearing this, he curled his lips and said, "That's what I said. I don't know when our young lady will get married. I'll wait until I'm an old lady." .”

That old man is an old man from the Shu Mansion, seeing him arrange the host's house like this, he suddenly became angry, and wanted to beat him with the doorbolt stick at the door.The young man was taken aback, hurriedly got up with his head in his arms, and smiled flatteringly: "My good brother, I just said it casually... If you want me to say it! Our lady will be able to marry into the palace tomorrow, that's great." Bar."

The older man glared at him angrily, threw the stick in his hand to the side, felt puzzled again, spat hard, and cursed: "If you dare to make arrangements for our young lady, I'll see if the master doesn't pick up on you!" Skin."