But the bright moon shines on the ditch

It’s not like Zhou Yuan didn’t think about the way out.

A letter came from Qian'er Prefecture. When the courier sent it all the way to the inner courtyard, he happened to be talking to An Jiu. He accidentally glanced at it and saw the seal of the Chief Envoy stamped on it. He expected the letter to be from Sun Min. He wanted to discuss the future plans with An Jiu, but he didn't want An Jiu to just fold the letter into his sleeve.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that maybe it was time to make plans for himself.

The two of them walked into the backyard of Anfu, which was a vast area with many beautiful pavilions. They heard a sound of music in the distance, and accompanied by the graceful figures of the dancers, Liang Peiqiu gradually saw clearly the figures lying on the platform. Being so indulged in pleasure, he really didn't look like he was seriously ill at all.

She raised the corners of her mouth. Zhou Yuan noticed her unspoken teasing, covered his nose, and lowered his voice and said, "My lord rarely invites the dance music team back home. This is the first time this year."

Liang Peiqiu understood the saying that when things go wrong, there must be a demon, and nodded to Zhou Yuan in thanks.

They were talking at the waterside pavilion and could clearly see the situation on the platform. In turn, people on the platform could also clearly see them. For a long time after Zhou Yuan left, An Jiu didn't react at all. Liang Peiqiu was also happy and sat down in the corridor to watch the dancers' performance quietly.

In the silent confrontation, An Jiu was finally defeated. He cursed loudly and drove the dance team out, then looked back at Liang Peiqiu: "What? You are afraid that I will tear you apart, so you don't dare to come forward? "

Liang Peiqiu knew that this day would come sooner or later, so she took some time to smooth her clothes and walked forward.

An Jiu was really fed up with her unafraid of death. He made the wine glasses and plates on the tea table clatter. As this was not enough, he swept his hand down to the ground, strode forward, and pinched Liang Peiqiu. jaw.

"Are you happy to see that I can't do anything to you?" He squeezed her pale and thin face almost out of shape with a force between his finger bones.

A lonely and frail woman under his palm is like the porcelain in this place, beautiful and fragile.

A secret joy suddenly arose in An Jiu's heart. The harder her bones were, the more successful his control would be. He couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have her pressed under more than just his palms.

He couldn't help but stepped forward, "There's something else that would make you happier, do you want to hear it?"

"Bah, get away!"

Unlike a masculine man, the smell of castrated powder lingered in his nose, and Liang Peiqiu nauseated without concealing it. An Jiu was completely irritated, and his fingers clenched together to make a tiny clicking sound.

Just when Liang Peiqiu thought her jaw was about to be removed, her body was suddenly hit by a diagonal attack, and she was thrown to the ground. She gasped violently and rubbed her chin with her fingers, trying to get rid of the touch An Jiu left there.

Looking up, he saw An Jiu's ferocious face.

"You hate me so much? Why did you give me medicine in the first place!"

"As I said, it's all just a show."

"Okay, okay, I really didn't expect you to be able to bully and humiliate people like this at such a young age."

"Compared to you, I am nothing."

"Sharp-tongued!"

An Jiu shook her sleeves and dragged a chair over. Da Ma Jin Dao sat in front of her, "I have good news for you. My godfather has fallen."

Liang Peiqiu's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

An Jiu did not miss that light. He regretted the appearance of that light. If it had been any other moment related to him, it might not have forced him to do this.

"Without the support of the Chief Superintendent of Ceremonies, who is trusted by the emperor, what kind of onion is Xiaojiu? Anyone can come up and step on him. I remember that you read the book when you were young, but you haven't read it. You should have heard of it. The Secretary of Ceremonies, right? The Secretary of Ceremonies is the most powerful eunuch organization in the imperial city, in charge of internal and external memorials. The cabinet is in charge of drafting power, and the emperor is in charge of approving red power. However, how can the emperor read through all those memorials like snowflakes alone? Therefore, the Si Li Jian was responsible for copying and excerpting the contents of the ballot papers, and exercised the power of approving red votes on behalf of the emperor. The Si Li Jian, Bing Bi, was the only person in the world who could suppress the power of the cabinet vote..."

An Jiu laughed as he spoke, "That man is my godfather. I thought that after being sold into slavery, he would be my only relative, my godfather, how should I put it? "

The powerful eunuch was both his heaven and his prison. When Xiaojiu became Xiaojiu, An Qian was at the peak of his powers.

"Do you know why I was sent to Jingdezhen to supervise Tao? How prosperous my godfather was at that time - the civil servants collectively impeached him for the fourteen major crimes. Beijing officials and local officials joined forces to impeach him continuously for half a month. However, My godfather, who can shed tears when the wind blows, just cried in front of the emperor's bed for two days, and fell ill on the third day. While he was ill, he repeatedly asked to resign and go back to his hometown, so the emperor couldn't bear to investigate any more."

What is a great companion? Raised with one hand, scheming with one mind. Not only do you know where the emperor's weaknesses are, but you can also understand the emperor's attitude towards the current situation, and you can have both sides, so why can't you win?

"Then, the godfather immediately showed his butcher's knife. He first attacked the civil officials for forming cliques for personal gain, and then arranged the imperial decree and acted for the emperor. In just one month, several senior ministers resigned and returned home. Even an upright and good official recognized at the time was The minister who was the chief minister of the cabinet was also forced to resign. The godfather was still worried about this, so in order to kill them all, he framed that group of officials for bribery. Headed by the chief minister of the cabinet, they were all sentenced to death."

An Jiu fell into memories, "In the early years, the chief minister taught in the inner school. I was lucky enough to attend his class. He was really...a good person."

How good is it? The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, regardless of faction, recognized him as the only person in the past thousand years who did not seek wealth, generals, or a name in the history, but only put the territory of the world, the country and the people first, and he had a majestic and majestic spirit. , Thousands of blades have been added to his body but he does not change his ambition.

His death completely angered the current group of civil servants headed by Wu Fangyuan. These people would rather die than to clear their grievances and revitalize the imperial court.

After waking up from countless dreams, when An Jiu recalled the death of that cabinet minister, he felt chilled by An Gan's ruthlessness and fearful of the character of the minister.

In this life, since he has entered the eunuch family, he is destined to die without mercy.

It should not be difficult to imagine what happened next, the fate of his godfather. This is the first time Liang Peiqiu heard An Jiu mention his personal affairs, which was a little secretive and a little frightening. Her knowledge of the court was indeed limited. Before Xu Zhiliu's death, her enthusiasm was still the same as when she was young. However, with the tempering of the past few years, she is no longer the same person as she used to be.

Even though the imperial city was far away from her, even though the power struggle there was life and death, human nature was always the same no matter where it was.

Rights and freedom have always been a dilemma.

After walking the same path that Xu Zhiliu walked, being exposed to the same long rain, and experiencing sorrow that is deeper than bitterness and hatred, I understand the value of drinking ice for ten years to cool the hot blood.

If An Qian is the dark cloud over the heads of civil servants, then An Jiu is the dark cloud over the heads of their group of ordinary people who suffer a lot of blood every day in order to survive. She didn't feel pity for An Jiu. It was everyone's choice to reach this point.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Aren't you happy?" An Jiu leaned forward and pinched Liang Peiqiu's chin again. This time he moved much more slowly, and the thin calluses of his fingertips rubbed against the woman's smooth skin, bringing a rustling touch.

"There was also an eunuch in the previous dynasty, who was even more prosperous than my godfather. When he left the capital, he still had more than forty chariots and horses, hundreds of servants, and thousands of guards. However, he could not even return. He died only dozens of miles away in his hometown, and his body was exhumed and Ling Chi was cut with a thousand cuts. As soon as he died, he was beaten to death with sticks from the Huanyi Bureau, and his adopted sons were also quickly retaliated. Those who were executed were executed, those who were exiled were exiled, and those who had their homes confiscated had their homes confiscated. From the end of that year to the middle of the next year, the number of documents from the court scolding the eunuchs and reporting them was numerous. There has been no grand event in ten years. Do you know how many eunuchs were dealt with in that year?"

An Jiu stared into her eyes and slowly said a number, "More than two hundred and sixty. Now...among the eunuchs who died in the 14th year of Wanqing, there will be a place for me, right?"

Liang Peiqiu remained motionless, letting him stare at her and play with the beauty in his hands. It is said that women are made of water. For the first time, An Jiu experienced the difference between women and men.

However, this experience is not profound, because he knows that he is not a normal man. In the eyes of many people, he is not even a man.

It’s just a ghost that is neither yin nor yang.

"Why don't you say anything? I ended up miserable. You should be overjoyed."

"Of course I'm happy. If that day comes, I should be the one to take one of the thousand blows to your corpse."

"Ha, in that case, I should be able to rest in peace." As he said this, the topic suddenly changed, "But before that day comes, you should think about your situation first."

Liang Peiqiu was not afraid. Even though he was holding his hand, she still held her head high and did not show the slightest sign of being fawningly flattered.

An Jiu saw that she looked like an unyielding saint, and laughed repeatedly: "I know you are not afraid of death or humiliation, but are you too proud too early? If I fail, Sun Min will not be able to escape the responsibility of negligence. Besides, I am greedy. His family wealth has been filled with Wanshou porcelain and Dongling porcelain. Even if he has a thousand mouths, he can't explain it clearly. In this way, we are like grasshoppers on a rope, and no one can leave the other. With the Jiangxi native emperor as our support, Even without the Superintendent of Ceremonies, An Jiu can still live."

His words were so explicit that he tore off the last layer of cloth covering his body. When he used the Ceramics Industry Supervisory Committee as an excuse to ask for funds from the local government, he was able to withdraw without hesitation. Liang Peiqiu guessed that Sun Min was not simple and that there might be collusion between the two.

In this way, she expected it to be right.

"Are you scared?"

An Jiu was still watching her every move, not letting go of any flicker of her eyes.

"As for my adjutant body, I got it from my godfather with all my face. To dress neatly and maintain this air, I have to rely on the cooperation of the people. With this support, I can't touch you no matter what, so you are not You are not afraid of death, but I am determined that I dare not let you die. Sun Min is different. Do you think that the dignified Chief Minister needs you to keep his job? "

An Jiu let go of his hand and turned into a high-ranking dignitary in the temple. "Before summer, make a Guanyin porcelain. It must be unique and the only one in the world."

Guanyin Porcelain Liang Peiqiu has been made before, and An Jiu also knew it very well, "Isn't this what you are good at? It will be better than the one you made last time, thousands of times better."

Just when Liang Peiqiu was about to refuse, she heard An Jiu say, "This is what I said above. It's up to you whether you do it or not. If Sun Min wants to kill you, he can find a thousand reasons, but it won't hinder me. But Anqing Kiln, without you, , I wonder how long that Young Master Wang can continue to operate. You have also seen with your own eyes the situation of trees falling and hozens scattering. What is the difference between Xu Zhiliu in the past and Liang Peiqiu today? Besides, haven't you been paving the way for Hutian Kiln for a long time? "

Liang Peiqiu was shocked.

An Jiu sneered.

"Use the folk kiln as a raft, join forces with the Hutian kiln to sing a double act under my nose, Liang Peiqiu, I am not dead yet, I know exactly what you are thinking... I am right here, let you slaughter me, let's see if you have any ability."

He put down these words and turned around to walk through the corridor. A chant came from deep in the forest, "The Han soldiers have captured the territory, and there are singing songs from all directions. The king is exhausted, how can I survive as a lowly concubine!"

That's a scene from "Farewell My Concubine".

When Liang Peiqiu left, cold sweat soaked through her thin shirt, bringing with it bursts of chill.

All she could think about was what An Jiu said before he left: Speaking of which, the new official seems to be reluctant to let you die. Even for him, you have to be honest and save this little life. Otherwise, things in the world are changing rapidly, and no one can guarantee who will live and who will die tomorrow. Maybe he will be ahead of Xiaojiu.

This chapter about the plot of the eunuch Bingbi, the ceremonial eunuch, partly refers to the eunuchs Feng Bao, Wei Zhongxian and others of the Ming Dynasty. Those who are interested can check out the imperial inversion case.