Lang Jun is coming

Outside Huaijing City, because it was still the first month, there were only withered grass and sand and stones on the official road at a glance, which inexplicably gave off a somewhat desolate feeling.Of course, the ambassadors present here should be the most aware of this feeling.

It was a long journey from Huaijing to Daxing, even if Jiang Ye loved to ride a horse, he had to stay in a boxy carriage.

The trips to the Dachaohui and Nanyuyuan are over, and it is time for the Daxing envoys to return according to the rules.Pei Lian, Minister of Honglu Temple, Ministry of Rites and others sat on horseback to see each other off.

"Pei Lian."

Jiang Ye, who was sitting in the carriage, bowed and lifted the curtain abruptly, his sharp eyes were full of hesitation and relief which was rarely seen in the past.But even so, his expression was still arrogant.

Pei Lian was not surprised to be called out suddenly, and his eyes calmly fell on Jiang Ye who was wearing a golden lotus flower crown.

Jiang Ye suddenly smiled.The pride of the civil servant of the Heng Dynasty in front of him is probably no less proud than him, just like the scorching sun, it will be burned at the slightest touch.His intuition told him that if there was no gap between family and country, Pei Lian might be a good friend.

Thinking of him being so successful, now there is only such a person who can be admired.

Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, Jiang Ye didn't delay any longer, and said loudly: "This king didn't do it on purpose, it's really an accident."

This sentence is not to deceive the other party to justify himself, and whether to believe it or not is entirely up to the officials of the Heng Dynasty and the person in the superior position.He had always yearned for the prosperity of the Heng Dynasty. He was walking on the street on a horse that day, and he met a juggling troupe who came to the capital. The black square cloth covering the iron cage was blown up by the cold wind, revealing the yellow and white inside The big cats with hanging eyes come.It is the nature of animals to be alert to natural enemies, and the horse immediately raised its hooves and fled in panic, and tragedy has ensued since then.

Pei Lian tightened the reins in her hands, her voice was as calm as her eyes.

"It's getting late, the prince should hurry on his way as soon as possible, lest he won't be able to reach the station before dark."

For Pei Lian, it was too late to say these things at this time, since the tragedy had already happened, no matter whether it was intentional or not, it had to be borne.

Having finished speaking, Jiang Ye lowered the curtain to cover the eyes of Huaijing City and the officials of Heng Dynasty who were in sight.

The wooden wheels made a muffled sound on the sand and rocks, bumping to the north.

Pei Lian looked up and saw a dark cloud covering half of the daylight.A row of willows by the moat swayed their bare branches in the cold wind.Because of the cold weather, the people who used to crowd the towers to fish disappeared.For some reason, an indescribable panic and sadness suddenly surged in his heart.Such faint panic made him turn his horse's head involuntarily and look at the city of Huaijing that he had been looking at for more than 20 years.

As soon as the Daxing envoy left, a decree came from the palace to bury the woman who died under the horse's hooves, and release the people who had caused trouble before, and reward them generously for their bravery.

This series of actions are all slapping Da Xing's face wildly, but he can't find fault with the respondent.The people who were still angry and wrote a letter applauded in unison, and even Pei Lian, who had returned to the palace to return to life, was almost completely surrounded.The martial arts competition and riding and archery he performed with great vigor of Prince Daxing earlier had already spread throughout Huaijing through the mouths of the officials and women. In the past two days, a word has been circulated among the people.

"The civil servants of the Heng Dynasty are very tough in fighting, even the military officials are not alone."

Pei Lian was fine, but the other colleagues had no choice but to brave the misunderstanding.fight?That is impossible.

Huaijing was crowded with excitement, but the Daxing motorcade was eerily quiet.Jiang Ye finished reading the note in his hand, threw it in the stove and burned it, with only a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"This king has forgotten that no matter how elegant the Heng Dynasty is, it will always be punished."

I thought Nanyuyuan's party was over, but I didn't expect that there would be another blow today.Jiang Ye helped his subordinate who was kneeling on one knee, holding back his anger, and said with a smile, "The future will be long. Huaijing City, I will definitely go there again in my lifetime."

The curtain of the car window was lifted slightly, and the sunlight that was finally leaked in reflected the shadow of prey under Jiang Ye's smile.

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of the first month, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year has finally dissipated.Mei Yanyu, Liu Hanqiu and others were also imprisoned in the palace by an official edict to prepare the examination questions for April Chunwei.

The vermilion carved wooden door was locked, and there was a clanging sound.Inside the room, Mei Yanyu and Liu Hanqiu were sitting opposite each other in front of a square log-colored table, on which the four treasures of the study were complete, and the bookshelves next to it occupied the entire wall, and the four books and five classics were neatly placed.

In the Heng Dynasty system, the officials who prepared the examination questions had to be separated separately, and they could not leave the locked door until the day of Chunwei, in order to prevent the leakage of the examination questions.

"Liu Xiang is a rare visitor to the topic."

Mei Yanyu's hair on the temples turned white, but his eyes were not clouded.I don't know if what I said at the moment was out of politeness or with ulterior motives.

Liu Hanqiu unfolded a piece of rice paper, and replied with a calm expression, "I would like to trouble Scholar Mei for your advice."

In the past few years, Liu Hanqiu was the chief examiner in Chunwei, but this year he was put in the position of preparing questions by the officials.The positions of chief examiner and deputy examiner were handed over to people from the Ministry of Officials.

Since the decree came down, the rest of the people didn't notice anything unusual, but Liu Hanqiu pondered for a long time in the dark.In the end, I just felt that the officials were afraid of doing something, and that thing should be avoided as much as possible.

Drafting the questions is hard work, and it is necessary to draft the exam questions without losing the originality and connotation. The painstaking effort involved is enough to make people extremely tired.Mei Yanyu has written questions for the Spring Exam for many years, and she has long been used to it.In the past, he was also a minister, and he was also considered Liu Hanqiu's senior, so he could afford to "advise" himself.

The two of them flipped through the well-known classics, and the tea on the table unknowingly dissipated the heat, but Mei Yanyu suddenly said, "It's a matter of loyalty to the emperor. This sentence is very good, what does Xiang Liu think?"

Liu Hanqiu was taken aback, and almost let the ink on the nib smear on the rice paper.Looking up, the eyes met, and they only responded with doubts, "Scholar Mei wants to use this as a topic?"

No, Mei Yanyu shook his head again, with a smile on his face. "Although this sentence is good, it is redundant. As a citizen of the Heng Dynasty, the word loyalty to the emperor is engraved in the bones and blood, so there is no need to say more."

The meaning of the words is not to do the exam questions.At this point, Liu Hanqiu was finally sure that Mei Yanyu said that sentence to him.But he has always been upright and not afraid of the slanting shadow, so he can't help but wonder if the other party is old and confused?

It was dark outside, and there were signs of nightfall.The servant entered the room and lit a candle, then quietly locked the door, and stood in front of the door waiting for the summons.I could only see the candlelight dancing on the window paper, and there was a faint "rustling" sound of turning the pages of the book.

Day and night turn, the wicker beside the moat sprouts again, and it is already April when catkins fly again in Huaijing.From the beginning of the month, there was a constant flow of people in front of the Daxiangguo Temple.Near Chunwei, almost all the candidates who want to take the imperial examination want to seek auspiciousness, many of them are the children of official families, and they can be regarded as a great prosperity in the capital.

The day after tomorrow will be Chun Wei, even though the little boy around him is talking nonsense, Song Yiqing is only reading with a volume of book in his head, he was really disturbed, so he knocked the little boy on the head with the book.

"Look at the hype you said, do you really want to drag me to Daxiangguo Temple to pray for blessings, or are you greedy?"

His mind was mercilessly punctured, so Xiaotong rubbed his head and shut his mouth, but he really couldn't let go of the delicious vegetarian food on the top of Daxiangguo Temple and the sugar figurines sold nearby. came before.

"What Qingshi said is also reasonable. If you stay in your room every day, you won't be afraid of getting sick from boredom."

Mrs. Song was wearing ochre-red square-toed shoes, her moon-white dress was painted with peonies, and the corolla on her head was fixed with a hosta, as if she was about to go out.She was accompanied by Song Wan who rarely returned to her mother's house once.

Song Yiqing immediately put down the scroll and went forward. "Mother, second sister."

After Qingshi was affirmed, a smile appeared on his still young face, and he persuaded: "Mr. Lang will go to the Daxiangguo Temple, and he will not waste a lot of time studying. Besides, Mr. Lang works so hard on weekdays, and he will definitely be able to respect politics. Listen to the roll call outside the hall."

The auspicious words he said made Mrs. Song and others smile, and Song Yiqing couldn't help but pinch his little face and reprimanded him, "Well, you Qingshi, who taught you to say all these words?"

Qingshi dodges, the young boy's immature voice is crisp and clean.

"Little boy has been fascinated by the lord's side, so why should he learn respect from other places. The gentleman's demeanor must be a Jinshi."

Seeing that the more he said the more outrageous, Song Yiqing pretended to be angry and wanted to grab his collar and talk carefully.Unexpectedly, the mother standing aside stopped him.

"It's rare for your second sister to come back today, so the three of us will go to Daxiangguo Temple, one for praying, and the other for your second sister to conceive an heir as soon as possible. Besides, it's good to relax."

Hearing this, Song Wan's originally smiling face became a little more lonely, but she followed her mother's wishes.

"Achi, I'll just take you, the second sister, for a walk."

The people around him tried to persuade him again and again, but Song Yiqing had no choice but to nod in response.Let Qingshi fetch the blue double-breasted gown and put it on, and then follow the carriage in the mansion to Daxiangguo Temple.

Sitting cross-legged on a futon covered with yellow cloth is a person wearing a tie-dyed gray-blue long beanie and a square scarf on his head.I saw his slender fingers covering the stick and shaking it a few times, and a bamboo stick fell to the ground.He leisurely picked it up and handed it to the master sitting opposite.

"A gentleman judges etiquette, don't stay for false accusations of treachery. This is the lottery."

Huijing took a glance, and put the bamboo sticks aside, there were already seven or eight bamboo sticks of the same texture and size on display, ranging from Daji to Ping.

"I'm going to trouble Master to undo the sign again."

Even though he won the lottery, the man didn't look sad, he just had to listen to the lottery as in the previous two days.His side profile is exquisitely curved, and he relies on this place to seek marriage. More than one matchmaker has stepped forward to inquire for other young ladies.

As the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, Huijing was trapped here to do the business of unwrapping the lottery. She couldn't help but sigh, but she also unwrapped the lottery.

"A gentleman must pay attention to etiquette. Behavior and behavior should not be forgetful and frivolous, and go beyond etiquette and abide by the rules of integrity. This lottery is due to bad fate, so it is advisable to keep a distance."

After a pause, Huijing comforted her again: "Marriage is not a joke. Mrs. Pei threw bamboo sticks for two days, so it doesn't look like he came here to ask for marriage."

Pei Lian was still thinking about the content of the lottery just now, thinking that he should not behave frivolously towards Song Yiqing on weekdays, so this lottery will not count.He put the bamboo stick on one side back into the bamboo tube in one go, and asked with a smile: "Then according to what the master said, what is Pei's intention?"

There was a sound of footsteps around him, Pei Lian didn't turn his head, only to see Master Huijing standing up suddenly and slowly performing the Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha, Mrs. Song and Young Master, do you want to pray for blessings?"

Pei Lian raised her eyebrows, and the smile widened at the corners of her mouth.

The two-day lottery was finally not in vain.