Hou Kun

Chapter 38 Sticky Rod Guards
Najiu waved his hand and called He Ang to watch for him.In front of Guanglu, he is a slave, but to other people in the prince's mansion, he can be more than half of the master.In He Ang's eyes, that Jiujie Suge was a big face to the sky.

Najiu glanced at Yimo, he didn't speak, but Yimo already understood, with a sensible body, eyes lowered and said, "The servant will serve here, and will not run around."

Na Jiu nodded, turned expressionlessly and slowly walked up the left-hand corridor. After a few steps, the corridor led to the value room along a gentle slope across the wall.

Najiu walked slowly, half of his figure was gradually hidden by the half-hanging windshield along the corridor.

The thin bamboo slivers made by the wind are for internal use, and I don't know how to cut them. If you don't look carefully, you can't see the texture.The auspicious cloud pattern is also wrapped with the same thin colored thread, which is exquisite and admirable.

The bamboo slats covered with tung oil were as smooth as silk, and at this moment there was a slight icy glow. He walked down the corridor, even if there was rain and snow, the wind and rain falling on it would be blocked by the curtain.

After passing through the door with the wall, there is a large veranda surrounded by hand corridors.The on-duty eunuchs in the mansion are located here to facilitate summons.And he is the master of all the eunuchs in the mansion.There was already a group of people waiting in the yard, and when they saw him, someone came to greet him immediately and took him into the east room.

He sat down in the hat-chair, and hot soup was brought to him, as was his custom.After moistening his hands, he passed the soap from the side, beat it over and over again, and rubbed his right hand until it became red.

Cheng An had never seen him like this.

Although the master was known to be a fastidious person, he was always neat and tidy, and the collar in his clothes was as white as new every day, without a single wrinkle.Like his people, things are also extremely clean and neat.Even in the past, when I was serving the prince, the half-worn clothes were ironed properly.

But no matter how careful you are, something is wrong today, if you rub your right hand again, it will break the skin.

Seeing that he finally threw away the towel, he got up and undressed himself.The little eunuch next to him turned pale with fright, and followed him to replace him, but was blocked.Cheng An winked, and the room immediately retreated.

"Master, all the transcripts have come up today, do you want to read them now or after dinner?" The transcripts are a summary of the day's news handed in from all over the place.There are daily things in it, as well as Najiu and those who were ordered to go down to inquire.Cheng An personally waited on Najiu to change his clothes, and asked questions at the same time.

The Jiu threw the changed clothes into a corner and ordered, "Dirty, burn them back."

In front of Cheng An, he didn't hide it.

Although Na Jiu didn't recognize him as An Dang's son, everyone in the house knew that, except for his name, Na Jiu was Cheng An's biological father—Cheng An's life was saved by Na Jiu.

When he was rescued, his family's village was slaughtered by the Tatars.Cheng An was sleeping. After being awakened, he ran out the door with bare buttocks. He saw his parents lying on the ground, blood was everywhere in the yard, and the fires all over the village were shining in the sky. He stood in the yard and cried loudly.Na Jiu came over following the sound, knelt down and patted him on the shoulder, and finally asked him if he would like to go with him, Cheng An nodded.When he was 12 years old, he felt that he could decide things. If he insisted on recognizing Na Jiu as his godfather, Na Jiu would stop him.

Cheng An replied yes, and stood quietly, waiting for his instructions.

His father doesn't need to persuade him, every time he gets angry, he will recover in less than half a day.I must have encountered a difficult matter today, and my master needs to be quiet at this moment.

"Choose a few important ones and read them. Put the rest away first." Na Jiu closed his eyes and meditated, and said for a while.

Cheng An responded with "嗻", but withdrew, and came in with a tray from the side.Put down the original, and hand over a Ru Kiln teacup, "Master uses tea."

The faint bitter taste of chrysanthemum came from the hot air. Najiu took it with his hand, and took a sip with his eyes closed.

Cheng An came over obediently and reached out to squeeze his shoulders, but he stopped him.He glanced at the topmost copy, the ochre-red booklet.

The ones he ordered were divided into five colors.Those in the palace and those of relatives are ocher red.The rest of azurite, gamboge, jade white, and indigo have their own classifications.Ordinary people use black books for news.Not all of them, if it is extremely important, it is Dahong, that is a big event, regardless of status.

"Is the next thing in order?" Na Jiu pinched his temples and asked.

"Don't worry, Lord, this matter has been prepared for a long time, and now it's all taken care of. I follow your order, and I have limited knowledge. Now counting those who work around me, I will let you know. Master, do you want to be more transparent?" information?"

Najiu put down the book, thought for a while, and threw it into the brazier beside him. The charcoal was burning vigorously, and several puffs of smoke rose from the book, clusters of red flames burst out, and they were all burned up in a short while. "The reputation will not be kept. There is no need to mention it to the prince."

This is not archived, and it is a top-secret secret that even the prince will not let know.However, he followed the Ninth Queen, and such things happened a few times, and he was not surprised.In his heart, Na Jiu is his real master, and he only needs to obey orders.For the rest, he didn't think deeply about who he would listen to if one day the prince and the ninth master disagreed.But this is probably not a problem, and he will listen to his own heart.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in the Prince's Mansion for long."

Najiu held the teacup and looked at how many chrysanthemums were floating in the cup. The petals were thin and jade-colored.He loves bitter things, and so does his tea, the thicker the better.Jade and jade are not used on utensils, only porcelain.After all, he was young, and he felt that he could not suppress the nobleness of the jade. This was the first reason, and the second reason was only buried in his heart-he couldn't be discouraged by things before he succeeded in the big things he wanted to do.Porcelain, it has died once in the fire, no matter how beautiful it looks, it is bitter in the heart, it is not for his appetite.

Cheng listened quietly, telling him something important.

"It's been two years since the sticky pole was set up?" Najiu asked.

"Nearly ten months a year. In the late spring of the year before last, on the fifth day of March, I officially reported my name to the Ministry of Internal Affairs." Cheng An replied very carefully.

"The Sixth Lord fell in love with it. It's okay, he has Qingmingwei, and I will leave those disgusting things to him, and our hands will be clean... In the future, we will always be together, Qingmingwei Your reputation is rotten, so we can handle it. It’s like telling you, I will go to the palace, and you will take the burden in the palace, remember in your heart that protecting the prince is the top priority.”

Cheng An solemnly agreed.This was planned long ago.When the nine enters the palace, it is not safe to hand over the sticky stick to others. It is related to the safety of the master and son. Only the nine in his hands can be at ease.

"I expected it all, but I didn't expect that I would be asked to be my son." Na Jiu smiled coldly, "That's fine, serving people is my best skill."

"I'm wronged. Be that old man's son, and he deserves it!" Cheng An spat.After Jing, he followed Na Jiu, and he also learned to be tactful, but only occasionally showed his true face, such as the contempt at the moment.

"What's not worthy, he gave me all his wealth, and it will be more convenient for the prince to do things in the future. Just for this, it's worth it. It's not a grievance." Na Jiu shook his head and said.

　Shame, the last few chapters have not been written well, and there are a few big things to deal with at hand.I will code well tomorrow.Ask for support again, and the new book asks for support.The popularity is strong, and the motivation is sufficient.Thank you guys!
　　
　
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