My historian is dying every day

In the early morning of the second day, King Xian learned that he was sent to provide disaster relief. He knew that he hadn't read many books, and he didn't know how to be laughed at by the local authorities.

Qi Yu sat in the imperial study and listened to Hanlin's talk about compilation, and he felt a little tired. He could imagine that seeing the sage king was just saying that he didn't want to go to the disaster relief. He was afraid that he would lose the face of the royal family because of his lack of knowledge, so he didn't want to see him very much.

"But your majesty... the young prince is also here." Huangmen's servant reported so.

Qi Yu suddenly sat up straight: "Xuan."

Hanlin retired one after another, and after a while, the servant led people in.Xian Wang was the first to walk, his face was full of desperation, and beside him was a doll carved in pink and jade, wearing a blue glazed brocade shirt, he was not tall, but he walked with dignity.

The virtuous king greeted Ann on one knee, got up and opened his mouth and said, "Your brother, Huainan relief—"

"My nephew pays respects to the emperor's uncle!" Qi Jue interrupted him with a vibrating voice, knelt down respectfully, and said crisply: "The emperor's uncle works day and night for the people, wearing the stars and the moon, and I wait for the younger generation to see this. Ashamed, please punish the emperor!"

Although Qi Jue's words were full of scenes, but he knew that if his father, who was so stubborn, refused to help the disaster, he would inevitably anger the emperor's uncle, and it would be ugly if he scolded him.The pink little man turned his face and gave his own father a pale look, and then looked seriously at the emperor's uncle in the hall.

Xian Wang looked at his son in a daze, feeling a little dry.

Qi Yu was really happy, and waved to Qi Jue, "Come here, Uncle Huang, let's see how tall you have grown?"

Qi Jue immediately got up, and ran happily to Qi Yu's side with his calves: "Report to Emperor Uncle, I just measured it yesterday, and it's three feet long."

"Well, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I have grown stronger." Qi Yu nodded, "What books have you read recently?"

Speaking of this, Qi Jue is very familiar: "This month, Mr. Wenfang started to teach "Da Xue Yan Yi" and "Gu Wen Yuan Jian", and my mother wanted Mr. Wu Fang to teach me "Grandson", but Mr. said that I am still young. If you can’t comprehend the mystery, just recite the "Five Caos" first, and it will take two years to learn."

"You still can't read all the characters, of course you can't learn it." Xian Wang choked him from below.The little man speaks arrogantly, as if ordering a book in a library, tsk tsk.

Qi Jue has always been dissatisfied with his father, and he listened to some unreasonable things at home because of his mother's face, and he couldn't beat him for the time being.Now with the support of the emperor's uncle, I'm not really afraid, I just pouted my little mouth: "Emperor uncle, my father also recorded the "Lanting Collection Preface" as written by Ouyang Xiu yesterday, my mother's stomach hurts from laughing."

Xian Wang was very angry at the bottom: "Hey, I said—"

Qi Yu couldn't help smiling, and interrupted the virtuous king with a pun: "Jue'er, those who are capable are so talented. Although your father and king haven't read a few chapters of "Lanting", he also knows the art of war very well, and his skills are extraordinary. If you don’t understand Mr. Fang, you can ask your father.”

After hearing these words, King Xian was stunned.

art of war? ……skill? ...

He thought about Qi Yu's implication for a long time, then frowned, and said no more.

Qi Yu talked to his nephew two or three more times, and summoned Zhou Fu to give him a reward, and entrusted Qi Jue not to delay his studies, and even handpicked a few books in his collection, and sent them to the mansion of the virtuous king.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at King Xian.

On the way out, the virtuous king didn't say a word, just thoughtful.

Qi Jue tugged at him: "What is the father thinking?"

King Xian patted him on the head with a smile, picked up the topic, and said carelessly: "Father is thinking about what your mother is going to cook for us today, is it crucian carp with wrinkled paste, steamed duck feet with powder, or roast beef in sauce."

All three were Qi Jue's favorites, and the six-year-old immediately commented on them, regardless of what his father was worried about.

King Xian looked at his son and sighed inwardly.

At the beginning of the year, there was an incident in Huainan. It was said that the weaving mansion was burglarized. After a while, it was rumored that the house thief took some pieces of porcelain and sold them for money. A piece of material from the Yonghui period.

This material is not an ordinary item, but Jiulong brocade, which is used to make the royal brocade as the backing of the imperial decree.

Each emperor's Nine-Dragon Brocade pattern is unique. In Yonghui's reign, the Nine-Dragon Brocade was nine dragons rolled with gold thread and silver borders. In the Mingde reign of the first emperor, it became a dragon body with gold threads and needles. For dragon horns, in the current Qingyuan period, dragon scales with cushion embroidery and needles have been made. The longan and tongue are all white and red pearl powder, which is very exquisite.

If the Nine Dragon Brocade is lost, the matter will be serious. The possibility of the thief wanting to sell it is too small, but the possibility of committing treason is very high.

But after checking and checking until today, I still don't have a clue.

The virtuous king was very puzzled: If he wanted to rebel, why did he steal the Nine Dragon Brocade from Grandpa Huang at that time?Wouldn't it be better to steal the former emperor?

This king doesn't understand the current rebels very well.

I heard that the emperor went to Yuwang's place yesterday, but I don't know why.The King's Qinhua Palace has always been in charge of the intelligence of the royal eyeliner and the things that cannot be revealed to the officials in the Zichen Palace. After thinking about it, it must be related to the Kowloon Brocade.

I'm afraid, this disaster relief is not that simple.

After King Xian left, Qi Yu sent someone to invite Cai Dashi.

After all, the virtuous king is really ignorant, and there are many country gentry and scholars in Huainan. When the time comes to raise relief food, it will be difficult to do without a few words, and a knowledgeable person is still needed. Go to help.

Thinking of this, he thought about the trivial work of disaster relief again, and did not do anything else for a while, just sat upright and waited for Cai Dashi.

Swish.

Swish swish.

Qi Yu frowned and turned his head, and saw Wen Yanzhi was kneeling behind a [-]-fold autumn chrysanthemum screen, writing something hard, ten, points, vote, input.

Qi Yu was helpless: "Wen Sheren, I didn't do anything, what are you remembering?"

Wen Yanzhi was interrupted by this remark, he just leaned down on the hall, and said: "The record of my minister is true, but His Majesty has not done anything, waiting for Cai Dashi."

——Is it okay to do nothing? !

Qi Yu smiled, feeling a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out.

——Of course you can’t vomit blood, otherwise it will be recorded again: On a certain day in Qingyuan, the emperor sat on a high platform and did nothing but vomit blood.

Qi Yu exhausted all his strength, put down the jade unicorn paperweight in his hand, and silently recited the Diamond Sutra a hundred and eighty times, and finally picked up a newly edited copy left by Hanlin on the imperial case.

- read a book!I let you remember!

Wen Sheren looked up at the hall, blinked, then lowered his head, and silently wrote: "Di Sibi, read "Qingyuan Beauty Record."

Hmm, I don't know much about the current emperor.

This kind of beauty book should be taken back to the bedroom to read.

When the lunch came to the imperial study, Master Cai had just received the imperial order to accompany the virtuous king, and left complacently, as if he really wanted to make some achievements.

Qi Yu rubbed his forehead, and only hoped that in a few days, he would not receive the note that Master Cai was stunned to death by the virtuous king.

It's useless to think about it, whoever comes will come.Qi Yu got up and walked to the inner hall to eat.

Wen Yanzhi followed closely behind.

"Wen Sheren," Qi Yu paused, and suddenly thought of a question, "Do you live with me all day long, and don't you eat?"

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now that I think about it, I have never seen Zuo Sheren leave his job for dinner.

Wen Yanzhi knelt down on the spot: "Thank you, the emperor, for your inquiry. The food in the Neishi Mansion is different from that of the officials in other ministries. Most of them are based on stitches."

"Oh?" Qi Yu turned around and looked at him, "What do you all eat?"

Wen Yanzhi took out two small sticks wrapped in gauze from his bosom and presented them, expressionlessly said: "Reporting to the emperor, in order to allow me and my servants to concentrate on following the emperor, the Neishi Palace specially made a hundred rice crisps, which can be eaten at any time. "

One hundred... rice... crisp...

Qi Yu took one of them, peeled off the gauze layer by layer, and the aroma of glutinous rice came out.But seeing that the thing in my hand looks like a Dragon Boat Festival dumpling, but the outer shell is wrapped with a thin layer of crispy, and the red beans, barley, peanuts, etc. inside can be vaguely seen, and it is not difficult to imagine its sweet and fragrant taste.

Convenience is really convenient, take out two bites and bite.

"You guys just eat this?" It's the same every day, isn't it boring?

Wen Yanzhi held another small stick in his left hand, and said in a low voice: "Report to the emperor, this one has meat." Then he took out two more, "This one has berries, and this one has vegetables. If you have something you particularly want to eat, you can ask The small kitchen of Naishi Mansion said, "The cook is very good and can make small sticks.

Qi Yu: "..." I didn't expect it to be quite rich.

It seems that I am worrying about myself.

He nodded, entered the inner hall, sat at the table, and quietly enjoyed the carefully prepared dishes in the imperial dining room.

Crispy tofu with green vegetables, crispy abalone, salted pork knuckle, stir-fried spinach——

Swish swish.

Swish swish.

"...Winsher."

"My minister is here." He knelt down again.

"My dishes have been carefully memorized by the Imperial Dining Room."

A moment of silence.

"Reporting to the emperor, it's not what the imperial dining room wrote down, you eat it all."

"……Um?"

Wen Yanzhi crouched down: "It's useless for the emperor to take a bite of bitter gourd, and the records of this minister are true."

"..."

Picky eaters also need to be taken care of? !

The chief eunuch Zhou Fu stood aside, feeling that the emperor really wanted to paste the plate of bitter gourd on Wen Sheren's face.And the plate of sauced meat at hand.And the plate of steamed yellow croaker at hand.besides--

"Why didn't I eat?" Qi Yu suddenly said.

Zhou Fu: "???"

Qi Yu tried his best to eat the spinach in the bowl, picked up a large bunch of bitter gourd on the ruby ​​plate with trembling hands, put it in his mouth, chewed it hard, swallowed it hard, and said: "I want to be like, like, like, Can, can, eat, pass, come."

Zhou Fu: "!!!"

Maid of the maid: "!!!"

The emperor has never eaten the bitter gourd brought by the imperial dining room, why today...

With a livid face, Qi Yu picked up another bunch of bitter melon and put it in his mouth.

Eat, how can you not eat.

Otherwise, in the memoir, he, Qi Yu, is a fool who wastes manpower and food.

Wen Yanzhi nodded, his expression still solemn, "It's my negligence."

Then buried his head, raised his pen, swish, swish, swish, swish.

When the clock in the palace struck Shenshi, Wen Yanzhi retired from the imperial study and went to the Neishi Mansion to hand in a daily record of daily life. After a few words from all parties, he walked out of the palace slowly through the Qianyuan Gate.

Just handed the sign, but heard someone behind him calling him.Turning around, I saw a little official of rank six catching up from behind.

After careful identification, Wen Yanzhi remembered that this person was Gong Zhiyuan, from Chanlong. Four years ago, Wen Yanzhi and Wen Yanzhi were in the same high school, and they were considered good friends.

Gong Zhiyuan raised his hand to say hello, and said happily: "Brother Wen, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you have been promoted to a family member, and recorded history in the Imperial Palace. Congratulations."

Wen Yanzhi hurriedly said that he didn't dare to do it, the Ministry of Household Affairs is the one who manages everything, so he reluctantly exchanged a few words.

The two of them went out of the palace gate together, Gong Zhiyuan pointed to the south of the city, "Brother Wen, it's rare to meet, so we just have a leisurely meal together. Many of the same subjects miss Brother Wen very much, and also miss the days when they wrote poems and odes. Today, I happened to be waiting for a dinner at Xihualou, so brother Wen went with me, and everyone had a lively dinner."

Wen Yanzhi thanked him with clasped fists, but he didn't know that the "we" that Gong Zhiyuan said was the guy who did well in the same department back then.Although they are all minor officials now, they are considered to be in important positions in the six ministries and five monasteries. The future is bright and immeasurable.

"Brother Gong," Wen Yanzhi's expression was still rigid, and he said slowly, "Mr. Wen is not feeling well today, and it would be disturbing to go there. Brother Gong and everyone in the same department are having fun, so Mr. Wen will leave first."

After finishing speaking, he clasped his fists again, stopped talking, turned and left.

"……Hey?"

Gong Zhiyuan stared blankly at Wen Yanzhi's back that was getting further and further away, a little unable to recover.

Is this still the Wen Yanzhi who always made appointments and called friends when drinking?How could such a good young master turn into this...

The twilight is all together, and the gold is sinking.

Qi Yu stepped out of the threshold of the imperial study, only to feel a little dizzy after sitting at the desk all day.It is too early to end the political affairs today, which is extremely rare.When I looked up, I saw the sky surrounded by multi-colored rays and layers of clouds, a scene I hadn't seen for a long time.

Before they became emperors, all the brothers wanted to be emperors, and they did not hesitate to be jealous, suspicious, dragged and framed each other, conspired, plotted, plotted, bloody bones along the way, and the family relationship was as dry as rotten wood, but they all stared at each other. Looking at the throne carved in gold and jade in the Zichen Hall.

A life of holiness and splendor, worshiped by all peoples, talking and laughing among the common people - this is the emperor in their minds, for this reason, he will not hesitate to make thousands of troops, one general will be successful, and in the end, he does not know whether it is to be worthy of himself, or In order to be worthy of those who dissipated on the road.

But at this moment, what appeared in front of Qi Yu were only the silent heavy buildings and palaces, the high palace walls, and the bright yellow and old palace lanterns lit one after another by the palace people.

"Your Majesty," Zhou Fu walked quickly from the side hall, and reported softly, "His Royal Highness, please see me."