Chasing King

Everyone else thought that Feng Ye was impressed by Yan Sikong's talent at the dinner party, so he had a private relationship, which made it difficult for them to walk around each other.

Feng Ye dislikes the simplicity of Yan Sikong's family. He will send some silk cloth today and two pots of good wine tomorrow. Yan Sikong is not polite and accepts all the orders.

But after that day, they did not see each other, because Feng Ye had gone to Zhao Fuyi to report.

There are more than 30000 garrisons in the capital, mainly composed of 3000 forbidden guards in the city and 20000 garrisons in Jingshan. Another 7000 garrisons are distributed in Miyun and Kaifeng. Among them, the Jingshan garrison led by Zhao Fuyi, the deputy chief of shuntianfu, plays the most important role in defending foreign enemies and internal differences. That is to say, the garrison can guard the capital as a horn, and it can also be controlled by internal and external forces. If the army of the capital is enough to control all the ways, there will be no external chaos. If the army of all the ways is enough to control the capital, there will be no internal change.

It was this elite army that sealed off the field. It did not return to Beijing for several days. It must be very busy.

Yan Sikong is not idle either. The emperor's birthday book is just around the corner. They are making a final review of the historical records, so as not to make any mistakes.

That night, he happened to be involved in the battle of Qingzhou 15 years ago. This battle, just like the Guangning guard battle, is a scar on his heart. Of course, after being whitewashed, the person who should be responsible for the crime shirks the blame completely. The name of Han Zhaoxing stabs his nerves hard.

The slender fingertips gently stroked the dried up ink, only felt that every word seemed to jump out of the paper, burst out of intense darkness, and snared the truth and justice into the abyss.

Suddenly, Yan Sikong's fingers stopped.

He found a wrong word. Specifically, it's the missing word, the year of Zhaowu. There is a "Zhao" missing here. What's more coincidental is that there is a gap close to the edge of the page under the word "Wu". If you add a word here, it will look natural and not abrupt.

His heart trembled slightly, and an idea flashed through his mind. He quietly raised his head and saw that several colleagues around him were studying hard.

He gently covered the page with his hand, yawned loudly and said in a puzzled way, "why hasn't the dining room delivered the midnight snack? I'm going to be too hungry to sit down

Liu Zhaolin also complained: "isn't it? It's time to send it."

Yan Sikong said, "if we don't take a break, go to the yard to get some air and wake up, it's time for midnight."

Shen Hexuan said: "let's have a rest for a while. I'll ask the supervisor to urge it."

In summer, the evening breeze is pleasant. Several people stand or stand in the courtyard, chatting a few words, and mostly talking about the emperor's birthday ceremony.

"The file work will be finished in about three to five days. We will have a good drink and celebrate then." Liang Sui said with a smile, "I'm tired."

"Where is brother Liang going to relieve his tiredness?" Liu Zhaolin grinned.

"Well I'll take you, and you'll know. "

Several people laughed.

After chatting and laughing for a while, the dining room brought the midnight soup, and they moved to the tea room to enjoy it.

Yan Sikong took two mouthfuls and left the teahouse for convenience. Wenyuan Pavilion occupied a small area. He quickly went back to the front hall from the backyard and ran to his desk. He took out a piece of rice paper, raised his pen and imitated the words on the book opened in front of him.

This passage was written by Liu Zhaolin. He could recognize this person's handwriting. He found the word "Zhao" written by Liu Zhaolin and imitated it carefully.

In those years, Ge Zhong corrected Li Boyun's letter to frame Yuanmao. He also learned how to imitate other people's handwriting. If he was given the chance, he would one day return him in his own way. Now is a good opportunity.

Although Huo Li, a great scholar, was in charge of the work of compiling history, when the emperor assigned this easy task, Xie Zhongren recommended Wang Shengsheng, the second assistant in the cabinet. This man was in collusion with Xie Zhongren, and he was the actual leader of the work of compiling history. If there was a problem in compiling history, he could not escape the blame.

After more than ten imitations, Yan Sikong found it difficult to distinguish the true from the false, so he added the word "Zhao" after the word "Wu".

The word "Wu Zhao" generally refers to the two emperors "Han Wu and Han Zhao". Today, the year of the sage is written from Zhao Wu CuO to Wu Zhao. This matter can be big or small. If you have a heart, you can do a lot of work.

After Yan Sikong finished writing, he tucked the straw paper into his sleeve and went back to the teahouse as if nothing had happened to him. He continued to eat his supper.

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after the completion of the historical work, the scholars were relieved.

Yan Sikong, who has been living in Wenyuan Pavilion for four days, finally goes back home, takes a comfortable hot bath and has a rest for half a day. In the evening, he has to go to the brothel, a place he can't refuse.

Although the Imperial Academy has been the cradle of cultivating cabinet officials and scholars all over the world since ancient times, entering the Imperial Academy is a good family background and has the capital to visit the prime minister, but a group of people with rich knowledge and bright future get together, they don't want to read only the books of sages. They want to communicate, socialize and accumulate their own political capital. A lot of officials in Beijing used to make jokes in the daytime and dance on the platform at night, but it was not only unique to the Imperial Academy, but also the general mood of the whole dynasty.As night fell, he put on his regular clothes and planned to go out.

Ah Li, who was supposed to call him a carriage, came into the room and made a gesture with both hands.

Yan Si Kong picked an eyebrow: "is the person of Jingyuan palace coming?"

Ali nodded.

Yan Sikong walked out of the door and saw that he was the coachman of Fengfu.

The coachman said respectfully, "Mr. Yan, my son, please come to the mansion."

"Shizi has come back from Jingshan?"

"Yes, just in the afternoon."

"Unfortunately, I have an appointment. Please tell me. I'll visit again tomorrow."

"This..." The coachman was in a bit of a dilemma.

Yan Sikong asked, "Ali, where's the carriage?"

The coachman said, "where is master Yan going? I'll see you off. "

"No, go back." It's too ostentatious to go to the kiln in Fengfu's carriage.

A Li called the car to arrive soon, Yan Si got on the car, the carriage far away toward Ting LAN Ge line, it is the capital's most elegant famous brothel.

This gathering was almost the same as the one who drank all night just to see wolf Wang come to Beijing that day. He was still a member of the Zhou mianxing group. He was fond of playing and singing all night. He was a famous dandy, but his father was Shun Tian Fu Yin, who was in charge of the administration and justice around the capital.

Zhou mixing is infatuated with the night leave of Huakui in Tinglan Pavilion recently. It is said that he has spent a lot of money on this woman. Everyone is curious about the woman who is said to have fallen in love with the city, and Yan Sikong is no exception.

When Yan Sikong arrived, he was a little late. As usual, the banquet had already begun, but today a table of people was waiting for him. Yan Sikong looked flattered and took the initiative to punish himself for three cups.

In the house, there were singing and dancing girls, and the atmosphere was very warm.

Liang Sui said with a smile: "brother Zhou, when can we meet Ye Li girl?"

People also urged.

"What's the hurry?" said Zhou Mi Xing

"Brother Zhou is hiding like this. Of course we are worried."

"When do I hide and tuck in? I'm afraid I won't have enough wine. I want to drink more of you."

"Enjoy, absolutely enjoy." One person complimented, "if you look at the capital, brother Zhou can get the favor of Yeli girl. If someone else moves Jinshan, Yeli girl may not be rare."

"No, it all depends on brother Zhou's talent. Brother Zhou is so gorgeous. I really envy him."

Zhou Mi Xing laughed and said, "if you want to say that night leaves, you are a strange woman Hey, I don't want to play the game anymore. I'll let you have a good time now. " He clapped to call Ting LAN GE's bustard, said a few words in her ear, the bustard walked away with a smile.

After a long time, the dance music starts again, the door is slowly pushed open, and a woman in a pure white gauze fairy dress comes in under the support of the servant girls.

The woman is really beautiful. She has ice skin and exquisite figure. She has a pair of beautiful apricot eyes and two thin lips. Although she is in and out of the willow, she seems not to touch the secular atmosphere. She is as noble as a lady of a noble family.

The room was filled with admiration.

With the night away, there were seven or eight women sitting beside them. This is indeed a famous brothel in Beijing. The girls are all outstanding in appearance, but they are not too obsequious to make people tired. They make these men who are half drunk dizzy.

Yan Sikong and the girl who came to serve him clinked glasses and drank with a smile. No matter how beautiful a woman he saw, there was no waves in his heart. Even he had doubted whether he had Longyang mania, but he did the same to men. Love to him is like a cloth towel that is not of great use. He can wear it or not.

The night leaves elegant body, with gentle voice to everyone in the room to say hello.

Zhou mixing stood up, held her hand in person, and took her to the piano stool. They both bowed their heads and whispered a few words. It seemed that they were very close, and the crowd continued to coax.

After Yeli sat down, he played the piano for them and swept everyone with his charming eyes.

When it came to Yan Sikong, she gave a little pause. Not only because of Yan Sikong's outstanding appearance, but also because of her rare sober eyes.

Yan Si Kong gives her a little smile, and the night leaves with a gentle nod.

"Young master Yan." The woman beside him was fascinated by Yan Sikong's elegant face and gently nestled into his arms, "is this wine not to your taste?"

Yan Sikong shook the wine bottle: "no, this wine is just right."

"Why don't you get drunk?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "you intoxicate me. Why should I drink this wine?"

Women cover their mouths and smile, a school of shyness, whether it is pretended, or really, are just right to stir people's hearts.

Just when the interest was strong and everyone was indulging in the graceful sound of the piano, suddenly, there was a bang, and the door was roughly pushed open!

Everyone in the room was startled. Looking at the door, he saw that the one who stood at the door with his head held high was king Jingyuan's son?!Feng Ye's eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on Yan Sikong. Naturally, there were prostitutes in his arms. His eyes sank, his face was tense, and his breath was as sharp as visible, which made people dare not breathe.

"This My son Zhou mianxing wakes up most of the time when he is drunk. He looks at Feng Ye in fear. He doesn't follow the rules of etiquette and is somewhat savage. Now he looks like he's in a rage. He can't figure out where to offend him.

Feng Ye arched his hand and said with a smile: "it's a coincidence that Mr. Zhou is also here. I've drunk too much and found the wrong door."

Zhou Fuxing was relieved and said with a smile: "it's not a coincidence that Shizi also likes Tinglan Pavilion. I had known that, so I invited Shizi to join me today."

"It's not too late." Feng Ye strode in. "I'll have another glass of wine. Mr. Zhou won't mind."

"I'm flattered. Come on, I'll show you a seat!"

Yan Sikong frowned and looked at Feng Ye. Feng Ye also looked at him across the air. He was as fierce as a wolf.