Pei Gonggui

The cold wind blows the thin snow, and the brick-red corridor is blowing welcome and sending, which can push the tail of the eighth year of Yuanguang to the end of the new year.

At the end of a year and the beginning of a year, everything in the world changes, and tomorrow will change tomorrow. There will always be those old people with white hair and young people, and the young souls who landed in the world, changing again and again, and the cycle is endless.

In the Palace of Chaozhongqing in the Imperial City, Pei Jun tied the sapphire ribbon around his waist, walked leisurely, and stepped out of the carved gold and wooden threshold of the imperial study room. Behind him, the young emperor Jiang Zhan's stern voice continued to reprimand:

"Pei Jun! Get the hell out of here!"

"Pei Jun! Pei Ziyu!—"

……

Once the sword cut the soul, the dream was broken, and unexpectedly woke up ten years ago.

Pei Jun raised his hand and pulled the golden-branched sparrow mending coat on his body. At this moment, he turned his head indifferently, and saw Jiang Zhan's body covered with spring tide was still naked, tied to the inner dragon chair, and he kept hitting the chair with his elbows. Board, red Yu Rong shouted at him to go back.

But where would he go back, but he just twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked outside the hall.

For a while, the north wind was blowing like a sharp knife, and at dusk, half of the imperial city with golden tiles and red tiles was reflected in his eyes.

He raised his eyes and looked for a while, his eyes were slightly pensive, his expression was neither happy nor angry, and the next moment he raised his brows, Hu Li, the eunuch who came in from the corner of the hall, cast his usual eye wave, and smiled casually with evil spirit: " It’s time for Eunuch Hu to take care of it again, Pei has committed a crime.”

Hu Li lifted his hand out of his sleeve, waved it, and asked the little eunuch behind him to rush into the hall to undress Shao Dikuan. Pei Jun looked at him and smiled, causing a blush on his pointed chin and eyes. All of a sudden, he narrowed his eyes at Pei Jun like a fox: "Master Pei left earlier today than in the past?"

Pei Jun rolled his eyes, and took the time to answer questions: "How can Eunuch Hu not know what day it is? He even asked me."

The smile on Hu Li's face froze for a while, and before he could speak, the two of them heard a solemn and solemn bell ringing from far away, and the aftertaste of it was scattered in the sky, which lasted for a long time.

Pei Jun paused for a moment, and thought in his heart, just now he didn't believe it when he saw the book on the imperial case, but now he heard the sound of the altar's Huangwen bell, which really confirmed that today's altar really had a sacrificial ceremony.

According to his usual good memory, this should be exactly the ritual he thought of.

Seeing that Pei Jun was so distracted, Hu Li squinted his eyes and looked around him, then teasingly persuaded him: "My lord Pei, it's not the way to worry about the emperor, you still have to worry about resting yourself, right? Although today is the day when the ancestors worship ancestors, it has nothing to do with you, Mr. Pei. It is the way of life of the Taichang Temple, and it is managed by the Prince of Jin. It is a coincidence that the bell sounds, and this meeting is over. , you are going to grab work sooner or later, wait for the ceremony to get the documents, won't there be Feng Shilang to take care of it for you, with this time, wouldn't it be good for you to spend more time with the emperor?"

Turning his eyes, he looked at Pei Jun's eyebrows and smiled slyly: "Isn't it good if you don't accompany the emperor and have a chat with our family?"

"Ancestor Worship by Shu Zong" is a sacrificial ceremony for the offspring of the royal family to visit their ancestors in the palace in mid-winter. It is usually conducted by the Taichang Temple, and one person from the clan is chosen to lead the ceremony. In the royal clan, the people who are in charge have always been the current seven. The emperor's uncle, Jiang Yue, is the "Prince of Jin" in Hu Li's mouth.

Pei Jun's mind was confirmed, and the memory continued, so he just wanted to leave with a smile at Hu Li's words, and said, "Feng Jiru, father-in-law, don't you know? I'm going to take a look." Alright, why don't he toss off the black hat tomorrow and still keep watching for freshness."

"Look at what you said." Hu Li laughed straight after hearing this, wiped Pei Jun's arm with his thin fingers, and boasted in a thin voice: "Hey, Mr. Pei is safe. Mr. Pei, you made great contributions to the peace negotiation Forget it, what a big war was saved! Once you come back now, who knows that you are not a fish in the pond? The big and small things in the court are left to Mr. Pei to carry the tripod. Let's see, sooner or later you will be in the Hengyuan Pavilion Get a seat!"

——It is possible to get a seat, but I have to wait for two more years.

"Don't dare dare, Cheng Gonggong auspicious words." Pei Jun smiled as a third-rank official should have, avoided Hu Li's hand without a trace, and hurriedly left the imperial study room before Jiang Zhan packed up and chased him out. Hastily passed the gate of the palace and went out.

With things in his heart, he was familiar with every place in the palace, and his steps were especially fast.

The corridor tactfully passed the corridor, it was getting dusk, the red walls and golden tiles were shining in the sun, and the pillars and corners of the corridor door were heavy. He walked alone one by one, and when he passed the Nanyue gate, he dropped his eyes and looked:

It's not halfway through the unitary hour, so it's too late.

It's not that he really wants to go to the Ministry of Rites to see that idiot Feng Jiru, it's just an excuse to fool Hu Li.

What he thought in his heart was that when the Shuzong worshiped his ancestors in the eighth year of Yuanguang, something that could have been undone happened, and since he happened to wake up before this, he was about to change it.

Going forward from here is Yuanchen Gate. If you go out of Yuanchen Gate to the right, you will be the Qingyun Supervisor of Xuezi Guofu - the purpose of Pei Jun's trip.

He was not used to the high collar of the patched gown for a while, so he curled his lips, raised his eyebrows and lowered his head, wanting to see if the gown was neatly arranged, but he saw a fingernail protruding from the hem of the gown Gail big hole to come.

Pei Jun suddenly stopped annoyed, picked up the robe with one hand and took a quick look.

After rummaging through his memory, he remembered that the hole should have been scalded by someone's soot a few days before this time when he went out to drink.

——But I haven't had time to make up for it.

Pei Jun's complexion was as if he had eaten the chaff of the night, and he scolded himself with great hatred in his heart: "Little Pei Jun, little Pei Jun, you were full of evil things in your mind except for thinking about Jiang Zhan every day!Why can't even clean up a robe!

... But he thought about it, and suddenly realized that it might just be that the current little Pei Jun didn't have time to make up for it.

Because it is now the late November of the eighth year of Yuan Guang, and the next year will be Ju Nian.After the new year, the spring will start soon. At this time, the children's brochures sent by Qiugong from all over the country are already piled up in the department. He is currently in charge of the Minister of Rites, who should be busy with Enke in the coming year. There are theft criminals, and there are also many incidents in Liubu and Jingzhao.

At this time, Zhao Tian, ​​the servant of the Ministry of officials, was recently dismissed by Cai Yan's minions. This position will not be filled until the middle of the ninth year of Yuanguang. Pei Jun is also co-authored, and Jing Zhaosi also hangs his Shao Yin. Several pieces of land in Beijing and grain stockpiles need to be liquidated urgently. He has to travel around a lot, and he also has to toss with a few old men from Honglu Temple for the state banquet at the end of the year. Just thinking about it is annoying.

I was supposed to be so busy that I could even forget my mother's last name, but somehow, I was able to hang out with Jiang Zhan in the imperial study.

It's a combination of skills.

Thinking of this, Pei Jun's hands were sore as he grabbed the hem of his robe.

——Isn't it? In the past, even if he burned his butt and burned his hair, he could spare a hand to fan Jiang Zhan's mosquitoes, and maybe he could also feed porridge by the way.

I still remember that once, he was still a small pedestrian in Honglu Temple, and he happened to accompany the foreign envoy in the palace on the outskirts of Beijing. He only heard Jiang Zhan saying that he was sick and tired and didn't eat, so he was able to ride his horse back to the imperial city all night Accompanying Gu, he rode his horse and ran to the palace to do errands before dawn. He came and went for three or five days every day without delay. He only had two bags of green hanging in his eyes, and went back to the mansion to sleep for a day. Go to Dianmao.

Thinking about it now, he was really tired, so tired that his heart shuddered.But when I was young, I didn't think so.He even thought at the time that he was happy running around like that.

Just, just because I can see Jiang Zhan.

Pei Jun tucked the hole in, but he couldn't hide it, so he simply ignored it, and then he couldn't help laughing, thinking that with his appearance, in his previous life, he could really enter the cabinet, go to the treasure hall, wear The gown with first-grade silver silk embroidered cranes, and even the five silk ties used for the ribbon were all specially made by the court tailor for him?

Looking at it now, he was just a confiscated young man back then. He was doing errands for official duties and received a salary for running errands. He only worked hard day and night for Jiang Zhan's throne. Squeeze it tighter, just take it seriously.

That's why back then, even Cai Yan's cunning old officials didn't expect him to take office in Hengyuan Pavilion, which made sense.

In the end, he was able to be chopped down by Jiang Zhan, which seemed... more reasonable.

Before he expected it, he turned around a verandah on foot and got closer to Yuanchen Gate. Suddenly, he saw dozens of men and women in court beads and Chinese clothes, furs and cloaks in the open space in front of Yuanchen Gate, who seemed to be scattered from the altar. When they came, although not all of them were arrogant, but they all had a bit of arrogance in their bones, with dignified faces, and each of them said goodbye with blue eyes and high brows.

Pei Jun paused for a moment, and happened to recall the few indistinct flashes before returning to his soul, then gradually stopped his steps and moved his eyes slightly, and sure enough, he easily saw a familiar figure among the crowd.

That figure was wearing a snow-white fur with magpie feathers around his breast, elegant and luxurious, even if he didn't meet his face, but only looked at his strength of character, standing among the crowd of people dressed in dark colors, he still stood out no matter how he looked.

This fur - Pei Jun remembers it very clearly, it is exclusively for royal ceremonies, and even the rich and noble people can't easily look down on it outside. Counting the relatives of the royal family today, it is probably the same as the one in Jiang Zhan's suitcase. It can be compared with one another, and the colors are different, and they are all unique.

The natural color of the fur is spotless white, but because it is soaked in the potion of feather protection when sewing, so when walking and moving, it changes slightly with the shadow of the sun. Looking at it from different angles, you can see the blue blue that is hidden in it, or the cloud. Purple, if it is placed under the candlelight on a moonlit night, it should be shimmering with emerald green light and extremely gorgeous. It takes about a thousand short feathers picked from the cheeks of waterfowl to piece together one piece.

Looking at the capital city, not just any embroiderer dares to take over the job, and there are not many people who know how to sew these short feathers into the golden embroidery thread.

Looking at it like this, Pei Junyao sighed in his heart that the ostentation of the royal family was really extravagant, but he had to say that this seemingly out-of-the-way robe was too gorgeous, and his hands trembled when he held it. Wearing it on that person at the moment is really suitable for going to grandma's house.

That man's body is elegant, not only can he suppress the elegance of this body, but his tall figure can also match the aura of this fur robe. It almost makes the surrounding royal family who rely on their ancestral aura feel ashamed into the dust. Go make mud.

And it seems that it should be more like Pei Jun's thinking, after the man in the fur coat said goodbye to his relatives, when he saw someone on this side from the corner of his eye, he looked back here.For a moment, the golden crow in the west was sinking behind the clouds, and the light and shadow turned slightly, and the glow of the sun shone on his eyebrows and eyes, making the clear and indifferent eyes of his nose and cheeks dyed with a layer of warmth.

A dozen or so steps away, the man only slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and it was like spring water melting the snow on the plum tree. It was warm and light, clear and elegant, and his eyes fell on Pei Jun, as if the morning wind had gradually absorbed the lotus dew. , condensed into a deep spring, his expression was drawn into the depths of his eyes, and his thin lips made a sound like jade, a smile that was not a smile.

"Lord Pei."

Pei Jun respectfully walked up to him, and with a smile put out the mended gown, he was about to kneel down on one knee: "Minister Pei Jun, please refer to King Jin—"

"Exemption."

Just as he was about to bend his knees, the expected support really interrupted him.

Jin Wang Ye Jiang Yue has already done it thousands of times in his previous life. He stretched out his right hand to firmly support Pei Jun's arm and slowly lifted him up. Destiny."

King Jin's fingers looked slender and slender, but they possessed a hidden strength developed in the army. At this moment, this simple movement had pinched Pei Jun so painfully that he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't call out.

In this propriety full of propriety, although Pei Jun tried his best to straighten up and smile with Jin Wang on the face, but in his heart he drew a big blood red fork on Jin Wang's handsome face.

——It's quite a fate, you traitorous leader.