General on top

June 23, Qingyuan

The troops led by Shi Li and Jin Guo annihilated Liao in one fell swoop, and according to the agreement with Jin Guo, took back the seven states that had been occupied by Liao for many years.

The army squadron returns to the imperial court, Generalissimo Shi Li, the Fourth Prince Song Guangqian and Shi Yan go to Beijing to accept the award.

This time Zhou Mao also followed the chickens and dogs to ascend to the heavens. He made great contributions in preparing food and grass and defending Taiyuan. He was thrown into the palace one step earlier, and he had already played chess with the officials for more than ten days.

"Marshal Shili will arrive at Shili Pavilion tomorrow, and Zhou Qing will stand by my side." Song Guangde sat in front of the desk, writing the last word with a jade pen.He admired his calligraphy with satisfaction, picked up the jade seal and printed it.

Zhou Mao was originally sitting on a chair in a daze with nothing to do, but when he heard what the official said, he quickly got up and saluted.

"The minister complies with the order, and the minister bows down to thank His Majesty."

"Get up, there are so many etiquettes." Song Guangde complained, but he was actually very satisfied with Zhou Mao, a humble young man.He is old, and the ministers who follow him are also old. When they go to court, they always have their own opinions and do not give in to each other.They all rely on their seniority to bully others.

Young people like Zhou Mao are different. They seem to have a good temper and no edges and corners, but they are round on the outside and square on the inside, and they have a better heart than anyone else.What's even cuter is that he knows what he needs, never says 'no', cheers when it's time to cheer, and even if he disagrees, he still has a way to make himself a comfortable transition.Such talents should have been transferred back to the imperial capital long ago, so that those veterans would feel a sense of crisis.

These days when Song Guangde came back, he always asked him to accompany him under the banner of discussing the re-establishment of border defense, and led him to chat, without talking about any serious business at all.

Zhou Mao was not surprised, he knew it in his previous life.Song Guangling has a wonderful father who likes flowers, birds, fish and insects, and everything he thinks is elegant.All the work is handed over to his subordinates, the result is not the most important thing, as long as he feels that he has face, then the person who does the work will be rewarded.

So don't think that he didn't mention the official affairs with Zhou Mao because he had a big heart and other plans. To put it bluntly, Song Guangde didn't think of it at all.

If he hadn't been notified today, Shi Li would be back soon, and Song Guangde hadn't noticed that Zhou Mao had been eating, drinking and having fun with him for a long time without knowing his identity.

Song Guangde looked at Zhou Mao with his head slightly lowered, with soft brows and eyes, a bit of youthful fragility but also a fortitude.He needs such a handsome person to give him face, since he is the pillar of the country, he must entrust him with a heavy responsibility.

"Zhou Mao listened to the decree. Zhou Mao, the magistrate of Taiyuan, made great contributions in preparing for the battle, and performed well in the battle of defending the city. I think he is loyal and brave, and we should cherish his talents. He is specially appointed as the Minister of the Ministry of Households and a scholar of the Imperial Academy. I admire it. "

Song Guangde likes to admire the flattered and dumbfounded appearance of others the most. He walked down with a friendly smile and patted Zhou Mao on the shoulder.

"Don't thank me yet?"

"Minister... Thank you, Lord Long En." Zhou Mao kowtowed his forehead to the ground and offered his most pious obeisance.

He never thought that he jumped two levels in a row. How good is his official luck in this life?

Finally, Zhou Mao put on the purple official uniform again and stood beside Song Guangde.

Shi Yan rode on the horse and looked over, as if the scene from that year had reappeared.Proudly like wild cranes in a flock of chickens, Xiao Xiao is solemn, hearty and clear.

He even began to wonder if he fell in love with Zhou Mao at first sight back then?

The state of mind at this moment is no longer the same, and he is very happy to see his lover return to the top step by step.

Zhou Mao also saw Shi Yan from afar, he could hardly control the joy in his heart, if not for the presence of many people, he almost wanted to run over there.

His hero returned unscathed with his feats.

They can only look at each other for a short while in this kind of scene, followed by endless banquets.Zhou Mao told himself to wait patiently, he believed that Shi Yan would climb the wall to find him in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, after the feast was over that night, it was almost midnight, and as soon as Zhou Mao entered the house, Shi Yan came to the door.

"Marshal Division agrees with you to come out and run around?"

After some passion, the two fell on the bed and talked.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Shi Yan pinched the tip of Zhou Mao's nose and laughed seeing him dodging in a hurry.

"Your family has moved to Tokyo, so it might not be easy to sneak out in the middle of the night?" Zhou Mao held his hand and put it on his heart.

"Isn't that simple?" Shi Yan kissed him, "Tomorrow someone will see if your neighbor is willing to buy the house for me. When we become neighbors, no one will gossip."

"Your grandfather agrees?" Zhou Mao raised his eyebrows, his face full of disbelief.

Shi Yan turned Zhou Mao over and kissed the back of his neck.

"My family has too many brothers. It's no big deal if I lose one. Grandpa is going to be old soon, so he can't control me."

"What? Why did the old general..." Zhou Mao recalled that the teacher in his previous life had indeed resigned at this time.

"He's getting old, and he's in pain all day long, so it's inconvenient to go out." Shi Yan kissed Zhou Mao's spine until he came to the scar on his back.He caressed the small mark absently, frowning.

"I almost lost you, sorry, I failed to protect you."

Zhou Mao's whole body was soft after being kissed by him, especially the part that Shi Yan had been kissing all the time, there was a large area of ​​pink.His breath was disturbed, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't get out of bed for a month because of the pain, you have to make it up to me."

Unlike Wang Yong, he accepted Shi Yan's apology frankly.Not for anything else, just because that arrow was blocked for him.

"How do you want me to make it up?" Shi Yan's hand slid around his waist, down his lower abdomen, and down again.

"Come one last time, you are not in good health."

"Well...you let me...up there for a..."

Zhou Mao couldn't finish his sentence in the strong swing. He didn't know if Shi Yan did it on purpose, and he didn't let him have a chance to speak all night.

Zhou Mao slept well that night, he didn't know when Shi Yan left.

When the third son came in to help him wash and change his clothes in the morning, he had a very strange expression on his face.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Zhou Mao couldn't help but ask, "Did you wet the bed last night?"

The third son thought of the voice he heard when passing by Zhou Mao's house last night, he was very strange, what are the young master and the young master doing in there?

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Zhou Mao asked again.

The third son would rather be thinking too much, forced himself to hold back, he shook his head: "I seem to have a stomachache, young master, change your clothes yourself."

After he finished speaking, he put down the washbasin and ran out. Zhou Mao looked at his back and was speechless for a long time.

Even in summer, it is very painful for people to get up so early to go to bed. Zhou Mao began to miss the old Tianhe County again.

When he was transferred to the imperial capital this time, Wang Yong also came, but he could no longer continue to work with Zhou Mao.Of course, he was also promoted, and he had already reported to the Department of Guards, and he hadn't seen anyone for several days.

Fortunately, Zhou Mao's official position is not low, and several guards carrying sedan chairs can still be supported.

Everyone went to bed late last night, listlessly waiting outside the palace gate for the court.

It wasn't too late for Zhou Mao to come, but many people had already arrived earlier. As soon as he got off the sedan chair, someone raised the curtain for him.

"Yuan Hui!" Zhou Mao exclaimed in surprise, and he realized something was wrong as soon as he said it, and immediately changed his words: "Fourth prince."

"What kind of prince, he is already King Rui." Shi Yan interjected from the side.

Zhou Mao was about to salute in a hurry, but was supported by Song Guanggan.

"Still doing this with me?" He pretended to look at Zhou Mao displeased.

Zhou Mao smiled slyly: "Hey, isn't this for others to see?"

"I don't have time to talk to you now, we'll talk about it after dinner at Tianxiang Pavilion tonight." Song Guangqian pulled Shiyan to the other team, and the identities of the three of them were still a little awkward.

Zhou Mao didn't think much about it, but his eyes twitched when he heard the word "Tianxiang Pavilion", he really didn't want to go to that place again.

After going to the court in a daze, Zhou Mao went to the Daqing Palace to start the first day of work as the Minister of the Household Department.

In his previous life, he had already experienced the difficulty of handling money, and this time he was already mentally prepared to face the dismal data.

After closing the accounts of the past two years, Zhou Mao began to sympathize with the previous Minister of the Household Department.Half of the food and grass that could be made up before the Liao expedition was already scraped together, and if there was any catastrophe, the imperial court really couldn't afford it.

Now I can only pray to God, and there will be no more disasters and wars before the relief.

Zhou Mao picked up the pen and was about to write a memorial, when he suddenly remembered something, he raised his head and said to his subordinates: "Put out all the candles and open the windows."

The current Zhou Mao can fully display the bearing of a superior, so that people will not underestimate him because of his young age.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly. Because these people were afraid of the sun, they closed the windows and used a lot of ice buckets and candles.It was the time when he was worried about money, and Zhou Mao got annoyed when he saw extravagance and waste.

Zhou Mao stayed in the evening step by step, and he went to Tianxiang Pavilion to attend the appointment with anxiety and excitement.

There are still more than ten years before his death, and Tianxiang Pavilion is still the same.From the outside, it looks like a luxurious three-story loft, but the inside is low-key and simple.If you look closely, you will find that its materials and furnishings are extremely exquisite, not much inferior to that of the imperial palace.

Therefore, all the upper class in the imperial capital like to come here to book a wing room or one floor facing the street, have a drink and talk with friends, look down on the people passing by in the streets of the imperial capital, and let them have the opportunity to admire the top-level elegance.

Fortunately, the three of them are not ordinary people, and all the windows facing the street are closed.

"You're really late." Shi Yan poured Zhou Mao a bowl of tea, the temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Zhou Mao gratefully took it and drank it down.

"I'm dying of thirst. I don't know who's idea in the Daqing Palace. All the tea served is iced, so I don't dare to drink a few sips a day."

Song Guangqian knew that Zhou Mao's health was not good, he frowned slightly and said: "Tell the person in charge tomorrow that I will serve you hot tea alone. You must not be greedy for cold."

Unexpectedly, Song Guangqian would be so serious, Zhou Mao explained: "This is not the first day for me to take office, I am so busy, I must drink hot tea tomorrow."

"No, I'll ask Yun Fei to take a look for you. He's been discussing the opening of the Fei Yun Pavilion to the imperial capital." Shi Yan said.

"Okay, no rush, wait until he's free." Zhou Mao didn't forget Yun Fei's angry look, and he didn't dare to trouble him easily.

"Xiao Mao." Song Guangqian called Zhou Mao softly, with a helpless tone.

Zhou Mao stared at him blankly, not knowing how to answer.

"We can't meet like this again in the future. The prince will return to the imperial capital tomorrow. I don't want you to label me."

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