Quick Transmigration Xiaogong is not a dog

East Street, Dingsha Lane

In the evening, the weather was gloomy, and the shops on both sides of the long street were half closed.In the long and deep alley, there are only a few scattered pedestrians, and they look in a hurry when they come and go.

The weather is getting colder and colder. The cold wind blows the snowflakes and falls on the skin, which is a chill to the bone.Yan Yan wrapped herself tightly in the big fur, with half of her face hidden in the hood, and walked towards the end of Dingsha Lane according to the location in memory.

At the end of Dingsha Lane is a courtyard with a simple and simple appearance. There are two majestic stone lions on both sides of the gate, and a vermilion plaque is hung in the middle, with two characters written on it: Fufu.

What Yan Yan is looking for is the owner of this family, the former Shaoqing of Dali Temple, the current minister of Dali Temple, Fu Jin.

Fu Jin was the top three in the 24th year of Changle, commonly known as Tanhualang.There are rumors that the results of Fu Jin Palace Examination that year were not inferior to the first-class winners later.It's a pity that I can't be a Tanhua Lang just because of my good looks.Therefore, it became No.3 in the first class.

Of course, such words are just jokes from the neighbors and should not be taken seriously.But Fu Jin is indeed a romantic figure.

Before becoming an official, Liu Lane, Huajie, leaning drunk on the Red Pavilion, can be called a spring dreamer in the boudoir.After becoming an official, above the imperial court, with iron mouth and sharp teeth, they judged cases like a god, and the entire court looked sideways.

Such a person can be regarded as two extremes with He Zhijing.But the two of them became close friends.

Yan Yan clenched the knocker on the door and knocked twice.

With a creak, the door opened from the inside, and a young servant appeared, looking at Yan Yan suspiciously: "Excuse me, are you?"

Yan Yan said: "Please report to your lord that He Zhijing is visiting."

The boy said: "You wait." He retracted his head and locked the door.

Yan Yan was puzzled: what kind of door is closed in broad daylight?It's really not like Fu Jin's usual style.

Not long after, the servant poked his head out from the door and said, "The steward said, my lord is alive, and no one will be seen!" With a bang, Yan Yan was shut outside the door.

Yan Yan's forehead twitched: What the hell is Fu Jin doing here?At this moment, a series of footsteps came from behind.

Yan Yan turned around and faced a blue four-person official bridge.The sedan chair tilted, and a man in a red-brown official uniform got out of the sedan chair.

The two met each other, both of them were taken aback.This person is not Fu Jin, but who is it?

Yan Yan took off the hood on his head, walked down the steps, and walked towards Fu Jin.

Fu Jin took the bamboo umbrella in the servant's hand, looked at the 'familiar' man in front of him, and frowned slightly as he stood there.

"Fu Jin?"

"He Zhijing?"

The two spoke at the same time and nodded at the same time.

Fu Jin said, "Why are you here?"

Yan Yan looked at the obvious alienation in the other party's eyes, and felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart: Is this person He Zhijing knew, the suave Dali Shaoqing Fu Jin?

Fu Jin didn't wait for his answer, held an umbrella, and brushed past Yan Yan: "No matter what happened to you, Fu Jin's debt to you has been paid off, and you don't have to come again in the future." When the door of the mansion was opened, he told Butler Liu who was standing aside: "Close the door."

Steward Liu looked at Yan Yan who was standing there in embarrassment: "This... General He..." He could remember that his lord had a very good relationship with He Zhijing. When He Zhijing was imprisoned, Fu Jin asked the emperor for him Begging for mercy, he was hit with a hundred boards and almost died.Why did he wake up from this illness, his temperament seemed to be a different person, and he didn't even recognize his former best friends.

"Uncle Liu, close the door." Fu Jin said it again, with a tone that could not be violated.

Liu Bo sighed, looked at Yan Yan from a distance, and asked the boy to close the door.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Yan Yan realized it. Looking at the red-lacquered wooden door, he slowly frowned: It seems that something went wrong.If it weren't for the man just now, his appearance had hardly changed from before, and he would have thought he had misunderstood the man.

And for some reason, this person's tone of voice always gave him an indescribably familiar feeling.This sense of familiarity is not rooted in He Zhijing's memory, but belongs to his Yan Yan's memory.

Yan Yan's expression was slightly restrained. Could it be that this 'Fu Jin', like him, is also a future person who was 'resurrected' by 'He Zhijing'?He was taken aback by his own thoughts, and then put this idea aside, not to mention that 'wormhole glasses' is a new product that is still under research and development. come into contact with.

It seems that the only time to visit Fufu is at night.Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Yan Yan thought to himself.

Fu Fu, Study Room

Fu Jin was wearing a dark blue homely brocade robe, sitting in front of the mahogany desk, holding a vermilion pen in his hand, and outlined the thick stack of lists on the desk.Under the orange palace lantern, his brows were clear and focused.

Boom boom boom!There was a knock on the door.His Excellency Fu Jin, Zhu Bi, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said, "Come in."

Uncle Liu walked up to Fu Jin with a stack of papers in his hands: "My lord, this is the news I collected from outside this year."

Fu Jin nodded: "Put it on the table."

Uncle Liu put his things away, looked at Fu Jin's tired expression, he hesitated to speak.

Just as Fu Jin picked up the vermilion pen that had been put down before, intending to continue the previous work, he felt Uncle Liu's gaze, raised his head and said, "What's the matter?"

Liu Bodao: "I really don't understand, my lord, why do you ask your servants to go out to collect the list of young people who died in the capital recently, day and night, fortunately, to check?"

Fu Jin looked calm: "Find someone."

"Looking for a dead man?"

"No, a man who came back from the dead."

Uncle Liu: "..." He walked towards the door with a dazed expression, and began to seriously think about whether he should invite a Taoist priest with strong magic spells to catch demons at home tomorrow.

"Uncle Liu." Fu Jin's voice came from behind.

Liu Bo turned around as if in a dream.

Fu Jin said: "Tomorrow, go to Cuiyi Tower to find out the news."

Uncle Liu's legs softened, and he almost knelt on the ground, holding on to the door frame with one hand, and said with difficulty: "My...my lord..."

"In the world, apart from restaurants, places like brothels have the most news." Fu Jin continued to order, as if he didn't see Liu Bo's expression, "In addition to inquiring about the dead person in the nearest house tomorrow, by the way Find out if there are any people in the capital who were seriously ill in bed in the past month or so, but recovered suddenly."

Uncle Liu burst into tears: Sir, do you know where Cuiyilou is?That's not an ordinary brothel, it's a southerly brothel, okay?You actually let me, an old man who is over fifty years old, go to the Nanfeng Pavilion?Also, the person who was seriously ill in bed but suddenly recovered, sir, are you sure you are not talking about yourself?

Fu Jin looked at Uncle Liu's distorted expression in puzzlement: "Not enough money? I'll have someone send it to Aunt Liu later."

Uncle Liu refused in grief and indignation: "No need." Holding on to the door frame, he walked out of the room trembling.

His whole life is clear, is he going to be thrown in the Nanfeng Hall?

Fu Jin watched Uncle Liu walk out of the room with a dazed expression, and he still didn't forget to close the door. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he quickly calmed down: "Your Excellency, what's the matter for visiting late at night?"

The screen window was pushed open slightly, and the moonlight slanted in from the snow.Yan Yan pressed one hand on the window sill, and lightly turned over from the window.

Incense was wafting in the study, and it was warm. The snow on his coat quickly turned into water and dripped to the ground.

"It's you." Fu Jin frowned at him.

Yan Yan untied the fur coat on his body indifferently, revealing the white brocade clothes embroidered with cloud patterns on the inside. He took a few steps closer, hung the fur coat on the hanger beside the desk, and nodded: "It's me."

Fu Jin looked at Yan Yan's casual and comfortable movements as if probing. In his memory, He Zhijing had always been polite and well-behaved. This kind of behavior similar to "entering the hall" was not like what the other party would do.A trace of deep meaning flashed in his eyes: "I spoke very clearly during the day."

Yan Yan walked to the front of the desk, supported the desk with both hands, and looked at the man in front of him: "Do you owe each other?"

Fu Jin stood up and looked directly at him: "We owe nothing."

Because of the close distance, Yan Yan could even see the thick eyelashes of the other party clearly, he smiled: "The premise that the two don't owe each other is..." He suddenly approached him, pressed one hand on the table, and rolled his legs After crossing the table, the whole person rushed towards Fu Jin: "You are the real Fu Jin."

He restrained the opponent's struggle with the other hand, inserted his right leg obliquely between the opponent's legs, moved his steps slightly, and bumped his shoulder forward, Fu Jin was unprepared and was crushed to the ground by him.

Faced with the surprised expression of the other party, Yan Yan stretched out his hand to touch Fu Jin's face, where he touched, he found warm and elastic skin... It seemed that it wasn't disguise.Major General Yan's movements froze.

Thanks to the gift of the previous world, Major General Yan knew that there is something in this world that can temporarily change a person's appearance - disguise.

But obviously, in the world we are in now, there seems to be no disguise technique.

Yan Yan coughed, retracted his fingers as if nothing had happened, stood up from Fu Jin, took two steps back, and planned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Fu Jin rubbed his sore shoulder, got up from the ground, and shouted to the culprit who was about to 'escape'.

Yan Yan turned around and coughed again: "That..."

Fu Jin gave him a complicated look, a little happy, a little dazed, a little at a loss, pursed his lower lip, and said, "You suspect that I'm not the real 'Fu Jin'?"

Yan Yan didn't understand how to do it in the blink of an eye, and the other party's attitude took a 360-degree turn. Although Fu Jin's expression didn't change much, the sense of alienation from before suddenly disappeared.

"Compared to the original, your character has changed too much." Yan Yan said.

Fu Jin turned him into an army: "Your personality has also changed a lot."

Yan Yan thought in his heart: I am not the real 'He Zhijing', the changes must have been great.Is it possible that you are still like me?

Fu Jin glanced at him, and said: "What do you want to do, I will help you." Turning around, he walked to the bookshelf, and took a brocade box from the top of the bookshelf.

Yan Yan took the brocade box, opened it for a look, and then closed it again: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?" He obviously didn't want to deal with him before.

Fu Jin took a deep breath, hesitated to speak, and said for a while, "No reason."

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows: "If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it."

Fu Jin hesitated and said: "...Let's talk about it after the matter is over."

Yan Yan didn't force it when he heard the words, after thinking about it, he leaned close to Fu Jin's ear and told him his plan.

As Yan Yan approached, Fu Jin's body froze first, and then slowly relaxed.After listening to Yan Yan's plan, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "When do you plan to do it?"

Yan Yan said: "Seven days later."

Fu Jin shook his head in disapproval: "It's best to do it in three days." He glanced at the other party's familiar expression and temporarily familiar 'face', "When I go to court today, Your Majesty ordered the Ministry of Officials to prepare for the canonization Matters related to 'Remaining Marquis'. Once the ceremony is completed, things will probably be more troublesome. Therefore, this matter should be done sooner rather than later."

In order to prevent the rebellion of the royal relatives and relatives, as long as the title is sealed, they can no longer fight.

Yan Yan nodded: "Then do it in three days, but," he looked at Fu Jin inquisitively, "this matter, no matter how you say it, is 'deception', do you really intend to do it with me?"

Fu Jin glanced at him indifferently: "Since you dare to tell me, why didn't I dare to do it? Besides, that person really deserves to suffer."

Yan Yan smiled and said: "Well said, then, see you tomorrow." Picking up the big fur, put on the window and left the room.

Fu Jin slowly closed the window until he could no longer see anyone.

"Yan... Yan." An inaudible call came out of Fu Jin's mouth, he curled his mouth, and thought: Maybe I can tell Uncle Liu later tomorrow, instead of going to the Nanfeng Pavilion to find out the news.

When Yan Yan walked back to his mansion, he found Hu Che waiting at the gate.

"The imperial decree is here." Hu Che saw someone from a long distance and hurried over.

Yan Yan frowned: "Is it a pardon order?"

Hu Che shook his head, lowered his voice, and said, "Earlier, King An sent a message."

Yan Yan paused: "What are you talking about?"

"I hope the Marquis will gather tomorrow at 'Yicuilou'."

The newly granted Hou Mansion compound is luxuriously decorated, and it can be seen that Zhu Mingwen has put a lot of effort into it.

Yan Yan stepped into the hall, and Eunuch Wei, who was sitting upright, stood up with a smile on his face: "Congratulations to Lord Hou, congratulations to Lord Hou, there is an order from the sage, and the Ministry of Rites is ordered to prepare the ceremony. After three days, Lord Hou will be able to wear the unicorn suit." "The unicorn suit is a symbol of title, and wearing the unicorn suit will confirm Yan Yan's title.

Yan Yan looked at the big mahogany boxes in the room: "What are these?"

Eunuch Wei bent down and smiled, "These are all rewarded by the Holy Majesty for the Lord Hou to play with."

Following the guards who came to proclaim the decree, they opened the boxes one by one.

Yan Yan glanced over, there were silks and satins, antique calligraphy and paintings, four treasures of the study, gold, silver and jewelry, and even a pile of tea leaves and a box of books.He stepped forward, casually picked up a handful of books, it was a chess record, and glanced into the box, most of them were books on self-cultivation.

Putting down the chess record, he said flatly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, on behalf of me. If my father-in-law has nothing else to do, forgive me for not being with me."

Eunuch Wei asked the guards to close the box, and said to Yan Yan: "There is a word from the Holy Spirit that I should pass on to Lord Hou."

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

Wei Gonggong said: "Your Majesty said, Lord Hou is still a first-class marquis. The soldiers around him can be arranged by Lord Hou himself. Whether it is prisoners or guards, the future is just a matter of Lord Hou's words."

What does it mean?As long as he is willing to obediently be a powerless Marquis, will he pardon the crimes of Zhilan and others?To one-eyed Li Fengguan?

Yan Yan twitched the corners of his mouth: "I have made a note, Eunuch can go back and return to order."

Eunuch Wei persuaded him: "Your arm can't twist your thigh, so why should the Marquis have trouble with the Holy Majesty? This old servant has served the Majesty for so long, and besides you, has the Majesty ever treated anyone else with all his heart and soul? Just talk about the matter of calling the Marquis back to the capital before. If it's not the Holy Master Songkou, even if Mr. Fu unites with more censors, it will be useless."

Yan Yan frowned: "Join the letter?"

Seeing Yan Yan's interest, Eunuch Wei hurriedly explained: "After the border battle report came out, Dali Temple Minister and dozens of censors in the court sent thousands of letters to His Majesty, firmly requesting His Majesty to pardon Lord Marquis."

"Think about it, Lord Hou, what a proud person Your Majesty is, Fu Jin dares to contact so many scholars in private, and persecutes His Majesty in front of the courtiers. Nodding, how could you let Fu Jin go so easily?"

Yan Yan's thoughts flew away, and he remembered Fu Jin's phrase 'neither owes each other'.This man has made up his mind, not even his life, to get rid of the charges for 'He Zhijing'.He didn't know why, but suddenly thought of a sentence, "If you live with a confidant, it doesn't matter if you die." ', even a little envious of 'He Zhijing'.