Reincarnation of the powerful minister

As soon as Liu Weiyi heard the utterance of the Holy Master, he was in the middle of his arms. He was about to accept the order, but he heard a soft voice: "Your Majesty, look at these few sentences, I feel quite interesting——"

It turned out that it was Lan Xi, the eunuch who accompanied Emperor Jinglong in charge of the seal.He was originally from Fujian. He migrated to Beijing with refugees at the age of 15. He had no food and clothing, so he had to cleanse himself and enter the palace as a servant.

The people of Fujian have a strong sense of locality. Although the eunuch Lan Xi has made a lot of money in the court, he is still willing to send people back to his hometown every year to donate some money and silk, and build a ancestral temple to give out some porridge and food. However, many villagers are grateful to him.

This time, when he heard that he was a candidate from Fujian, he felt partial in his heart, and then looked at the paper signed by Su Yan and the name Qinghe, and his thoughts changed sharply: Su Qinghe, this name sounds familiar... Could it be the only son of Su Keren, the prefect of Fuzhou?His family still has some friendship with our ancestors, since they are from the same hometown, at least they have to help.

Emperor Jinglong was very generous and depended on this eunuch, so he took back the paper after hearing the words, and saw that some of the sentences were indeed elegant and well-written, and there was a bit of philosophical meaning to alert the world under careful reading. Nodding his head, he said: "'There are talents from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years', yes, this sentence is extraordinary...

It is known that it is not necessary to go to the sky to change the cloud into rain.Only in a hundred feet, that is, to turn Ganshu ointment' These few sentences have profound meanings, borrowing things as a metaphor, is the way to stick to it... Well, this person is still somewhat talented, but he is too casual and presumptuous, and does not follow theorem , I am afraid not a pillar of material. "

If Emperor Jing Long knew that the only few lines he admired were Su Yan's "quoting famous quotes from famous people", I don't know how he would feel.

As soon as Lan Xi heard that there was something interesting, she hit the rails while it was hot: "My lord, although this servant is only proficient in writing and ink, I have heard folk rumors that Su Yan is a child prodigy. How could he not be familiar with stereotyped writing with a splendid article? It is very likely that he was full of talent and worried that he would not be recognized by his wise eyes, so he came up with this strange trick to attract the attention of the Holy One. Although this move is inappropriate , but thinking of being young and frivolous, the slaves feel that it is not appropriate to forcefully suppress them, and they have broken good seedlings."

Eunuch Lan's "prodigy theory" is not groundless, Su Yan is indeed quite talented in Fujian, but although the bottle is still there, the ink inside has long been replaced with paste.

Emperor Jing Long thought for a while, felt that there was some truth, nodded and said: "It is inevitable that young people are not prudent in their actions, frivolous and frivolous, relying on their talents and letting go, they need more tempering before they can take on great responsibilities."

Lan Xi hurriedly said: "Your Highness is wise and powerful, you really have a discerning eye."

"Then let the tribute students be admitted for the time being, and I will test him personally during the palace examination to see if he is in vain." Emperor Jing Long shook the paper, got up and said, "I want to go back to the palace to see the crown prince, here are you guys Let's deal with it as a bachelor, don't delay Chunwei's selection of scholars because of small losses."

Lan Xishi followed behind Shiran, and gave Liu Weiyi a proud look before leaving.

Liu Xueshi is angry: I can bear it again and again, it is really beyond the limit, this damned eunuch is too deceitful!

What does it mean to "have talent in your chest, but you are worried that you won't be recognized by your wise eyes"? It is clearly accusing us academic scholars of not being Bole and not knowing Maxima. , Over time, there will inevitably be dissatisfaction with the civil servants.

The servant is arbitrarily arbitrarily arbitrarily arbitrarily powerful, and can even persuade the sage to turn back. One day, he will become a catastrophe for the court!Go back and visit Li Chengfeng, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Li Chengfeng, a scholar of the cabinet, and join a group of civil servants to conspire to eliminate traitors. This group of eunuchs can no longer be allowed to continue to be arrogant and domineering and control the government!

He gritted his teeth with anger, but he didn't know that Eunuch Lan had the same thoughts as him: this group of rotten and sour people don't like our family all day long, they chirp up and down endlessly, like rapping birds annoying.

And those speech officials, even the emperor dared to impeach and sarcasm, which made the dragon body depressed and restless.One day our family will kill them all, pull out their wings, put water in a big pot to stew, and see who dares to challenge our family.

He spoke for Su Yan not only because of his fellowship, but because he had other plans in his heart: if he could win over Su Yan and let him enter the civil service faction as a Jinshi, it would be a good move.

As for Su Yan, who was walking around in a circle of misfortunes and blessings for a moment, he had no idea that he had become another fuse of the intensified power struggle between the civil official group and the eunuch group.

Now he is happily going back to Yanzhi Hutong to listen to the song "Spittan Lang" by Ruan Hongjiao, a famous courtesan.

As dusk approaches and the lanterns come on, the City God's Temple is crowded with people.

On Sanlixu's main street, there are bustling vendors on both sides, with a variety of goods, which is extremely lively.The crowd was also mixed with many blue-eyed Hu merchants and foreign pilgrims, who looked like they had a lot of money and talked about it.

Su Yan put his hands behind his back and wandered the streets with three or five other scholars. Hearing them talk about classics and history along the way, he found it extremely boring. He nodded frequently as a sign of agreement, and at the same time looked around at the novelties on the market. Son.

In this dynasty, the atmosphere was open, and many folk women wore bright moonlight skirts, paddy field clothes, and buttoned up fine-fitting bijia to go out to temple fairs. The streets were full of phoenix hairpins shaking and golden lotus pendulums, which was quite sentimental.

Su Yan's thieves' eyes wandered around the beautiful girl, and gradually fell behind.

Suddenly his hands were held by someone, he came back to his senses in shock, and saw Huang Zheng, a fellow student from the same country, holding onto his hand in an unusually solemn posture, his white face flushed and his nose trembling slightly.

Su Yan felt strange, they were old classmates, you can just say what you want to say, why are you so excited, it's like Zhu Mao's reunion, as for what.He asked, "Cousin Yu, what's the matter?"

Huang Zheng moved his lips a few times, and said in a low voice: "Brother Qinghe is a talented candidate in Chunwei's selection this time, and he must be on the list."

Su Yan laughed dryly, "Where is it, my younger brother is less talented and learned, and I am afraid that he will be named after Sun Shan. There are no less than [-] talents in the exam, but Gongsheng only takes three hundred. It is like thousands of troops and horses crossing a single-plank bridge. My younger brother knows that the bridge is narrow and sad. I am preparing to pack my bags and go back to Fujian."

After hearing this, Huang Zheng's eyes lit up, he shook his hand vigorously, and blurted out: "I'm also planning to go home. The journey back to my hometown is a long way away, and I have someone to take care of me. If Brother Qinghe doesn't dislike it, why don't you and me?" How about you and I becoming brothers, how about it?"

Su Yan was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and subconsciously pulled his hand.

Don't think that "Brother Qi" means worship.

This dynasty was very masculine, and many scholar-bureaucrats had child molesters and actresses in their families, and it was not uncommon for the people to see two men pleasing each other.The southern wind in Fujian and Vietnam is particularly cool, and the customs are different:

As long as the two men agree with each other, they will become brothers. They will go in and out of the house like a husband and wife, and their parents will care for them like a son-in-law, and the villagers will readily recognize it.When they get older, they each marry a wife and have children, and the brother Qi will also be responsible for the marriage expenses and future livelihood for the younger brother, and some even make friends for life.

Even though Su Yan knew the old customs of the country, he had never had this kind of thought. If the beautiful women are not enough to love, why bother to play tricks of fake Phoenix.According to what he said, it is true that backing up the mountain is very touching, but we straight men of steel are not good at it.

Withdrawing his hand abruptly, he was thinking about how to refuse so as not to hurt the sensitive self-esteem of this Brother Boli, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of a figure beside him from the corner of his eye, and he cried out as if he had been pardoned: "Hey, that... that Who——yes, just you, last time you accidentally knocked down the young master, you were not polite, I feel guilty in my heart, and today I am here to make amends."

Then he turned his head and smiled awkwardly at Huang Zheng: "Cousin Yu, what a coincidence, my younger brother happens to have some private affairs to deal with, we will talk about it another day, another day."

Looking at Huang Zheng's devastated back, Su Yan let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and left, thinking how far away he would be from him in the future, and would never give him a chance to change his "day".

But behind him, a rough boy's voice shouted: "You, stop!"

Su Yan scratched his hair, secretly sighed that Yuanjia Road was narrow, and stopped helplessly and turned around.

In front of him was the young man with eyes that grew to the top of his head, still in military uniform, and the brocade around his waist was replaced by a suet white jade leather belt, which was a bit more handsome and luxurious than that day.It's just that haughty look on his face made Su Yan want to kick his nose.

The little boy was also looking him up and down.

That day Su Yan ran out of breath, and he fell so dizzy that he couldn't see clearly what this slender scholar looked like.

Looking closely now, I can see that he is wearing a stone-blue Zhuzi deep robe, with wide sleeves and a green silk sash around his waist, and a sapphire openwork lotus leaf pendant hanging on the front, which makes his body look like a willow in smoke, and his posture is as bright. Xia Liuyun.

This style of character should have reminded people of the poem "There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, as sharp as grinding", but those pair of phoenix eyes squinted in displeasure, looked at under the lamp. It also seemed too frivolous and frivolous, as if the gentle gentleman's appearance was completely pretended.

Anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he snorted heavily: "It's not that I want to apologize to my son, why are you running?"

Su Yan sighed: "Why don't you run away? I'm afraid that once you see him, you will be caught and punished once. Even if you are full of crimes, you don't have so many crimes to pay for."

The corner of the young master's mouth raised slightly, thinking that this person's words were quite interesting, and his anger subsided slightly.After thinking for a while, he asked, "You said just now that the huikao is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge?"

Su Yan replied inexplicably: "Exactly." I thought this metaphor is quite common, it is said every year in the college entrance examination.

The young master nodded and said: "It's very appropriate." Suddenly he gave him a malicious look, "All the scholars in the world are trying their best to squeeze on this bridge, I see you are so skinny, I'm afraid I won't be able to squeeze other people, and I will fall off the bridge."

Su Yan smiled complacently: "No, no, why should I squeeze?"

The little prince twitched his eyebrows: "You don't want to be an official?"

"What's so good about being an official? Be a civil servant, write chapters and manuscripts, get up early and go to court at night; be a military officer, fight bloody battles, one fights and the other falls."

Su Yan was provoked into chatting, and continued to talk nonsense all the way, "A lowly official should nod and bow to give a gift bag when seeing his superior; Depressed, corrupt officials are afraid of being stabbed..."

The young master raised his eyebrows higher and higher, and finally couldn't help but said: "According to what you say, you can't be any official? If you don't want to be an official, then what do you want to do?"

Su Yan's eyebrows and eyes were crooked as he smiled, as if he was about to shed a spring of spring water: "My servant, I just want to be a playboy, a flamboyant young man, go out with a group of scumbags, walk horses and dogs, fight cocks and birds, and flirt with good women for nothing. , wouldn't you be happy to be at ease?"

The young master was stunned, he stretched out his hand to poke him, his voice trembling with anger: "You, you worthless..."

Su Yan laughed loudly: "It's just a joke, but you take it seriously."

He patted the other person's shoulder with a golden knife, "Little devil, you and I met once, it's fate, I'm going back to my hometown in a few days, basically I won't see each other in the future, this thing I will keep it as a souvenir for you, and I will treat it as my apology." After saying that, he walked away gracefully with his head held high and his hands behind his back.

The young master stared at his back for a long while, then looked down at the object in his hand. It turned out to be a silver pocket watch with a Western oil painting embedded under the enamel surface. It showed a plump woman from a foreign country with half-naked clothes, with fat white breasts sticking out. There was a naked boy doll in his arms.He couldn't help but blushed slightly, secretly cursed obscenity, and raised his hand to throw it away.After thinking about it, I felt a little bit reluctant, and finally put it in my arms.

He turned his head and said, "Cheng Sheng."

A figure crept into his side, respectfully said: "The old slave is here."

"How was the last time I asked you to do it?"

Cheng Sheng smiled all over his face: "How dare you neglect what you explained, it is naturally done in a perfect manner, without leaking any water."

A trace of gloom flashed across the face of the little boy, and he ground his teeth: "Even if you don't win the Jinshi, I still have a way to get you into the court. Hmph, if you don't want to be an official, the Lord will let you do it. Let's see where you go!" Where can I go at ease!"

"What? Paying tribute?" Su Yan gritted his teeth, and a piece of roast goose with crispy skin and tender meat fell on the table.

This was really beyond his expectation.As for the pseudo-classical essay that I was so ashamed of writing until the end, it was still favored by the examiner and passed the exam?

Su Yan thought blankly, could it be that the buddy who corrected the paper... also came from time travel?

The boy who announced the good news smiled obsequiously, nodded and said: "Congratulations, my lord, you are now a Gongsheng student. When you pass the palace examination at the beginning of next month, you will be a Jinshi, and you will be named on the gold list."

Su Yan was still in a daze before turning the corner. After sending him off with a handful of copper coins, he paced back and forth in the room to sort out his thoughts.

The emperor personally presided over the palace examination, and the people standing next to him were all eminent scholars and learned scholars, just like a shining mirror that illuminates demons. How could this little skill of mine not be revealed?

It's all right to be obedient and make a fool of yourself. If you offend the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, you will drag it out of the Meridian Gate and click, who do we turn to?

The more Su Yan thought about it, the more sad it came from: Is it easy to live hard for more than twenty years? I finally got in touch with my work in my previous life, and I made a deal with the girl. In the end, a typhoon destroyed a flower pot on the fifteenth floor. He fell down and smashed his head, and his face was completely changed... This life is even worse. He has only been alive for half a year, and he is going to the underworld in a blink of an eye. Poor him still expects three wives and four concubines, full of children and grandchildren, and enjoy the addiction of a high-ranking official!

After wandering for half an hour, still unable to do anything, he stomped his heart: Grandma, it’s not that she never died, at most, a wisp of ghost will float to the underworld, and half a bowl of Mengpo soup has been drank again, and it will be regarded as a crash and restart. There is nothing to be afraid of!

Thinking of this, Su Yan's mood suddenly brightened, and Su Yan sat back at the table calmly, drinking his small wine again.