My historian is dying every day

The golden wind was thin, and it rained for two days, and the weather became cooler every day.When the imperial calendar turns to August, the golden osmanthus and silver osmanthus in the imperial garden are all in bloom.

Empress Dowager Huirong had more flower viewing banquets with the concubines and little princesses of the palaces. The thresholds of Yigui Pavilion and Bicen Pavilion were almost broken. Before Qi Yu's case, he always received false invitations to reward Jingui with him. .If you want to come to the Imperial Garden, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the left and right courtyards probably waft less than ten meters away. It's hard for them to queue up to catch butterflies and enjoy the music every day, but they are orderly.

Zhou Fu was too busy. First, the Ministry of Internal Affairs began to arrange the dishes for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. They must be exquisite enough to allow the civil servants to write a few decent poems, and then sent the newly ordered moon cake molds to the imperial dining room.Because the mooncakes in the palace are distributed to the courtiers and households every year as rewards, the quantity is considerable, and the various flavors have to be adjusted one by one, which is a huge project.Now that September is approaching, and it’s time for the various palaces to choose materials and cut new clothes, there are a few embroidered brocades tributed from the middle of Sichuan. This palace wants it, and that palace wants it. After persuasion from all parties, Queen Mother Huirong finally kept two cards, but the concubines gave up angrily, and each of the four princesses got one card.

They all looked dissatisfied, after all, women are difficult to serve.

The emperor is naturally different.When Zhou Fu brought the fabrics for color selection to Qi Yu in the imperial study, Qi Yu was standing beside the imperial case and moving his arms, but his eyes were still fixed on the folds on the table.Wen Yanzhi was kneeling behind the screen, silently nibbling on the [-]-rice crisps, and still took out a hand to memorize Qi Yu's movements perfectly.

They are also two very dedicated people.Zhou Fu smiled from the corners of his eyes, and felt that even the emperor himself was used to Wen Yanzhi's style of recording everything.

"The materials are the same every year." Qi Yu didn't lift his head, he just stopped his hand to turn over a page, and said to Zhou Fu, "It happens that Wen Sheren is here, so you discuss with him to choose a few for me."

Wen Yanzhi choked up while eating the [-]-meter crisp, and continued to write down Qi Yu's words about asking the historian to help him choose clothes materials, so he put away the [-]-meter cake and carefully selected it with Zhou Fu.He saw that each piece of material was either tiled with dragons or embroidered with dragons in the dark, regardless of whether it was gold thread, silver thread, gauze cotton brocade, dragon on the left or dragon on the right, he chose to look at Zhou Fu with big eyes and small eyes for a long while. With a golden dragon on his nose and face, he finally understood why Qi Yu didn't want to choose by himself.

——It turned out that I already knew about Feiyan.

Wen Yanzhi squinted at Qi Yu in the hall, thinking to himself.

Seeing this scene from the corner of his eyes, Qi Yu felt happy: I finally put this idiot together, very refreshing.

In the next few days, Wen Yanzhi went back to Wen's mansion for a short stay, and sent off Wen Jiuling, the envoy, and took another ten-day rest. Fortunately, it was finally the Mid-Autumn Festival.The moon feast was in the evening, and in the afternoon, Qi Yu had just finished listening to Hanlin, the Ministry of Rites and others discussing Enke's preparations for the coming year, when Zhou Fu brought out various mooncakes for the emperor to try first.

Tasting early adopters is just a formality. The emperor only needs to break one and eat one bite at a time. No emperor has ever been able to eat dozens of mooncakes.

Qi Yu casually picked up a puff pastry, opened it and smelled it, and frowned, "Why is it Wu Ren's..." After finishing speaking, he wanted to throw the mooncake that hadn't even been bitten into the plate, and choose another one to eat.

"Cough cough." There were two light coughs from behind the screen in the hall, very timely.

Qi Yu paused and looked over, only to see Wen Yanzhi kneeling and sitting behind the short table, looking at his hand with dull eyes, and lifted the soft charcoal pen in his hand.

Qi Yu: "..."

It seems that this idiot still remembers the matter of choosing materials.

Seeing that Wen Yan's pen was about to drop, he resignedly took his hand back.

"Wu Ren is Wu Ren." Qi Yu bitterly took a bite of the mooncake in his hand, and finally saw Wen Yanzhi gradually let go of the hand holding the pen.

But Qi Yu himself suddenly felt that something was wrong, and his expression was immediately troubled: "What is added to this mooncake, why is it sour?"

Zhou Fu knelt down tremblingly, "The emperor forgot, there is tangerine peel in it."

It was you who were stunned by the Minister of the Ministry of Households during the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last, saying that you would send Wuren tangerine peel mooncakes to the Ministry of Households every year in the future.

Chen... Pi...

Qi Yu swallowed the mooncake with difficulty, and his cool eyes fell on Wen Yanzhi. At this moment, he only hoped that the word "eyes like torches" could have a literal meaning, so that Wen Yanzhi could be stewed, stir-fried, Braised Wen Yanzhi in braised sauce, vinegared Wen Yanzhi...

Just when he thought of "Braising Wen Yanzhi in soy sauce", Wen Yanzhi prostrated himself on the hall, and said firmly: "Your Majesty, the people are working hard in farming, and the food is hard to come by." His eyes were still fixed on the bag in Qi Yu's hand. Most of the moon cakes meant that he should continue to eat them.

Qi Yu was speechless.

... For the first time this time, why is there such a word of worry?It is clear that the melancholy is gradually becoming endless, and the distance is like autumn water...

The days seemed to be flying by, August saw the end, Huainan's disaster relief matters were properly arranged, and it was time to put the patrolling water control on the agenda.

Although Prince Yu and Wen Jiuling suggested that Qi Yu avoid the capital because of the most serious considerations, Qi Yu's going to Huainan was not for refuge.One is that he wants to see for himself what the floods that have troubled the court for decades are like, and the other is that it is reported that after King Xian arrived in Huainan, he also heard the nursery rhyme "Kang Wang wants to be emperor" in order to track down the Nine Dragons Brocade. Regarding the theft, Qi Yu couldn't help but feel a little worried because he ran day and night.

Originally, he was very relieved about King Xian's departure, but now that King Xian was running around looking for King Kang, Qi Yu was a little worried again.King Kang's death was not clear, he was still alive, hibernating somewhere, or he was really dead, he didn't know which one he wanted.

When the night was waning, or at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet a few days ago, Qi Yu often thought of when he was a teenager, a group of brothers walked around to watch the lanterns, and most of all, when the apricot blossoms were blowing their heads in spring, the alleys and alleys were full of red sleeves.King Kang was here, his cousin Qi Zheng was also there, the deposed prince Qi Tan slipped out of the East Palace with a servant, and King Xian rode on a tall horse with him at the age of eleven or twelve.At that time, even though there were suspicions, doubts, and undercurrents, they were still cousins ​​having fun together without any shyness.

So sometimes, he always has a trace of sadness in his heart, hoping that King Kang may not really die, but lost his memory and was rescued by a kind farmer, and has lived a leisurely life in the mountains and rivers since then... Don't be like Qi Zhengying Died early, not to mention the confinement of the deposed prince in Qingxin Temple, now reduced to a tool for rebellion by his relatives.This is the best, the best.

Up to now, Zhou and Lin's rebellion is imminent. If it is true that according to the news, they want to put the abolished prince on the throne first, and then manipulate and replace him. How to deal with it?Could it be that, day after day, he would eventually walk on the road of King Kang and start fighting with brothers?

Could it be that the emperor's career is really pale, and he wants to fight for loneliness?

He doesn't want to, and he doesn't know whether fate is right or not.

Qi Yu looked away from the glazed gold tiles of the palace wall in the distance, and saw a black-clothed dark guard hurriedly approaching, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, it's ready over there."