Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

The next day was New Year's Eve, but Jiang Yi still got up early and changed into his court clothes, preparing to enter the palace to meet Emperor Hongwen.

When he just returned to Yandu, Emperor Hongwen asked someone to send him a message, saying that he was tired from traveling and traveling, and it would be okay to rest for a few days, and we can talk about it later in the year if there is anything to do.But Jiang Yi accepted Emperor Hongwen's love, but he didn't plan to rest at home.

I haven't been back to Yandu for many years, and I rely on Lu Yifeng's letter to inform me about the movement of the court. If I don't show up again, I'm afraid I will really be held hostage by him.

He was wearing a purple court dress without a cloak or cloak, and he looked very thin in the bitter morning wind. As soon as he got off the carriage, someone came over.

The visitor was dressed in a scarlet robe, with a clean young face, holding an ivory fluorene board in his hand, and said kindly, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Yi raised his eyes and found that it was a face he had never seen before.

"You are……"

"Your official, Pu Yan, styled Zimo, Minister of the Ministry of War..." Pu Yan bowed again, "I have long admired the prime minister's name."

Minister of the Ministry of War...

Jiang Yi thought about the origin of this "Minister of the Ministry of War" in his heart, but his face was still modest and polite: "Pu Shilang is young and promising, very nice."

Pu Yan hurriedly humbled himself: "Compared with Mr. Jiang, being an official is still far worse. Mr. Jiang is really a shame to be an official."

Jiang Yi smiled without saying a word, and walked towards the Golden Luan Hall while listening to him making false claims.

If I remember correctly, most of the impeachment papers handed over to Longxi every month as regular salary payments were written by the Minister of the Ministry of War.

Usually these papers are drafted by the minister, handed over to the minister for review, and then transcribed for finalization if there is no problem.

If Pu Yan said that he didn't know that his immediate boss was devoted to finding fault with Jiang Yi every day, Jiang Yi definitely didn't believe it.

"Thanks to Mr. Jiang guarding Longxi for the past two years, the people can be at peace, and those of us in Yandu can rest assured..." Pu Yan continued to babble, "It's just that the lower officials have something to say, I don't know if it should be said or not. I'm afraid I'll offend Mr. Jiang if I talk about it."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yi paused slightly, and a gentle smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "Today's New Year's Eve, since Pu Shilang thinks what he wants to say sounds unsatisfactory, then don't say it. Wait. After the New Year's Eve, it doesn't matter what Pu Shilang wants to say."

Pu Yan tripped over the hole he dug, and the previous politeness and respect on his face became much stiffer.

He coughed lightly, and changed the subject abruptly: "Master Jiang, what is the reason for coming to the palace today?"

"My father prepared a congratulatory gift for His Majesty, and asked me to deliver it..." Jiang Yi said, "I just don't know if it will disturb Your Majesty."

Pu Yan blinked, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Should, should not disturb, Your Majesty has been thinking about the teachings and kindness of the former emperor teacher, and probably will not care about it."

The guards in the palace recognized Jiang Yi's signboard, and the two of them traveled smoothly all the way.Pu Yan seemed to be trying to ask something from Jiang Yi in a different way, but was blocked back like a thousand pounds.

Jiang Yi finally stopped outside the imperial study room, and said very kindly, "Where's Pu Shilang? Is there anything you can do with His Majesty?"

It was only then that Pu Yan realized that he followed Jiang Yi to the door of the imperial study room unconsciously, and subconsciously took a step back: "I was chatting and didn't pay attention, the official is here to find Eunuch Fu."

Father Fu?

This name was buried too deep in his memory, Jiang Yi thought for a while before he remembered who he was.

It should be the imperial envoy who came to Longxi with pride a year ago, the so-called chief executive.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi didn't continue to ask: "Then you go, don't make Eunuch Fu wait."

Pu Yan quickly agreed, and ran out of the hall with small steps.

The little yellow gate guarding outside the imperial study room saw the prime minister's token, knelt down quickly, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is in the study room approving papers, please wait a moment, my lord prime minister, before I go back to report to your majesty, and come again." Give you an answer."

As he spoke, he lifted up his robe and stood up, pushing open the heavy wooden door of the royal study.

Jiang Yi put his hands into his sleeves, and his eyes lingered on the porch outside the imperial study.

In his memory, when he came to Yan Palace for the last time in his previous life, the people of Wusi had already attacked the city.

Those dignified and dignified officials in the old days fell and scattered, dragged their families and fled from Yandu, and completely lost the flattering face they usually had when they were begging for peace and cutting land.

However, Emperor Hongwen was ashamed of his ancestors, so he drew the emperor's sword in his bedroom and killed himself, leaving only a ten-year-old prince.

Jiang Yi sighed, and slowly rubbed his temples with his fingertips.

Recently, for some unknown reason, he has dreamed about things from his previous life more and more frequently.

It is clear that he was reborn and everything is under his control, but for some reason, he is restless, so that he is overwhelmed with worry every day, and he does not know whether it is the forehead or the temple that hurts from time to time.

But no matter what, always dreaming about the previous life is not necessarily a good thing.

He was thinking wildly to himself when the little yellow door came out from the imperial study.

"Report to the Prime Minister..." Xiao Huangmen coughed a little at a loss, "Your Majesty has something important to do now, can you please... come back some other day?"

Come back another day?

If he hadn't met Pu Yan outside the palace just now, Jiang Yi might really have gone back home.

But now he had a vague premonition in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I have something important to report to Your Majesty. If Your Majesty is busy right now, then it doesn't matter if I wait outside."

He took a step back after speaking, as if he really wanted to just stand and wait.

The earth dragon was burning in the imperial study room, but outside the imperial study room there was nothing for people to keep warm, and the cold winter wind outside was blowing towards people ruthlessly.

Jiang Yi was wearing thin clothes today, and after standing in the cold wind for a while, his face turned pale from the cold.

He looked down at the intricately patterned floor tiles under his feet, licked his lips, and suddenly remembered the cloak that Pei Xiangyun put on himself the night before.

If the wolf cub was by his side, maybe he wouldn't freeze himself like this.

As soon as this thought came to Jiang Yi's mind, he froze for a moment, and then erased it from his mind unnaturally.

What do you think of that white-eyed wolf.

After going back and forth to Xiaohuangmen, seeing that Jiang Yi was really waiting outside, he said in a panic, "Master Jiang, it's freezing cold, if there is something you can talk about later, don't freeze your body."

Jiang Yi covered his lips and coughed a few times, his voice was a little hoarse: "It's okay..."

The little yellow gate saw that he seemed determined to see Emperor Hong Wen, and sighed: "I will go and ask His Majesty for instructions for you. If Your Majesty is still busy, then you really have to come at another time."

Jiang Yi bent his eyebrows and said, "Thank you. Please also explain to Your Majesty, father-in-law, that I brought a congratulatory gift from my father today, and I came here specially to give it to Your Majesty."

His hands were a little stiff from the cold, he groped into his arms for a moment, took out some pieces of silver and stuffed them into the hands of the little yellow gate.

Xiao Huangmen smiled instantly, saluted Jiang Yi several times, and happily entered the imperial study.

Perhaps it was because of Jiang's father's name, Hong Wendi couldn't turn a blind eye to the former emperor's teacher, so this time he finally allowed Jiang Yi to enter the house.

As soon as the door of the imperial study room opened, a gust of hot air rushed in, sweeping away most of the chill from Jiang Yi's body.

In the middle of the study is a long table with a pen holder full of writing brushes on it, and many files scattered beside it.

Hong Wendi sat behind the table, raised his eyes and looked forward, his eyebrows were habitually lowered, with a hint of calm and prestige.

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on Emperor Hong Wen's side, and he was stunned for a moment.

A woman was sitting in the imperial study room where no second person should have been.

The woman was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a touch of flower tint between her eyebrows, carmine red, which made her complexion fairer.She has deep eyes and a high nose bridge, and she seems to be different from ordinary Han women.

She was lowering her head to talk to Emperor Hong Wen just now, and she slowly raised her head when she heard someone coming in, and looked towards the door with a pair of loving eyes, which happened to meet Jiang Yi's eyes.

Only then did Jiang Yi come back to his senses, bowed his head and bowed: "This minister is guilty of offending the empress, and I hope that the empress will forgive me."

After Hong Wendi finished writing the last word, he raised his head and took a good look at the person standing in front of him.

Dayan's prime minister was the youngest courtier, he was already good-looking, but just now his lips became redder and whiter in the cold wind, like a jade figure carefully carved by a craftsman.

"Presumably you are the Prime Minister whom His Majesty often talks about with me?" The beauty leaning against Emperor Hong Wen spoke softly, "You don't have to be so cautious, you won't lose a piece of meat just by looking at it."

Jiang Yi suppressed the worry in his eyes, and thanked her in a low voice.

"I heard that Aiqing came today with a congratulatory gift from the teacher?"

Emperor Hong Wen raised his eyes and asked, "How is the teacher recently?"

"My father is in good health, and he suffered from a cold a few days ago, so I asked the minister to bring the congratulatory gift."

As he spoke, he respectfully handed the stack of scrolls in his hand to Emperor Hong Wen.

Emperor Hong Wen opened the scroll with great interest, looked at it for a while and sighed: "Teacher is still so obsessed with Buddhism."

"My father said that your majesty works hard every day, and only the dragon's body is healthy is the blessing of the people of the world..." Jiang Yi said, "so I specially hand-copied a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures and presented them to your majesty as a congratulatory gift. .”

The corners of Hong Wendi's lips curled up slightly: "Please also ask Ai Qing to thank the teacher for me."

He said and put the volume of scriptures aside: "Is there anything else for Jiang Aiqing?"

Jiang Yi glanced at the woman next to him calmly: "I do have something to report to Your Majesty, but..."

He had just finished speaking when "Xiao Feilian", who had been lying in the arms of the woman, suddenly jumped onto the table, then stepped on the table as a springboard, and grabbed Jiang Yi mercilessly.

Jiang Yi couldn't dodge in time, and the sharp claws scratched four bright bloodstains on the back of his hand.

Emperor Hong Wen frowned: "What's the matter?"

The woman grabbed the back of Xiao Feilian's neck in a panic and lifted it back, tremblingly said: "I don't know, this raccoon slave was living very well, but I don't know why he suddenly hurt someone today, and the concubine deserves death. Lord Jiang, please punish your concubine, Your Majesty."

Hong Wendi frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Yi, as if asking him what to do.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the scratches that had begun to ooze blood, but his voice was still faint: "Beasts hurt people, and the mother should not be punished."

The woman kneeling on the ground seemed to be stunned for a moment, she didn't expect him to say that.

"If the raccoon slave really refuses to be disciplined and confronts the minister, he can be taken out of the imperial study..." Jiang Yi continued, "The minister does have important matters to discuss with His Majesty, can your empress make it easier for me?"

The author says:

Xiao Feilian is a breed of cat, the kind of kitten whose whole body is white