My historian is dying every day

The haze in the dream was like water mist, misty before Qi Yu's eyes.In a trance, he heard a hazy shout of killing.The deafening horseshoes stepped on the nothingness of the ground, rumbling, and everything shook unrealistically as if in a mirror.

Suddenly a person appeared in front of his eyes, with a stern face reflecting a stern edge, he raised a big knife with both hands and swept towards him like Qi Yu!

Qi Yu Lingtai froze, raised his hand to block it with his sword, and scolded: "Kang Kang! Now that success or failure is decided, you want to kill the king?"

"Old fifth! In the end it was you...it was you!" King Kang's pale face was filled with resentment and shock, and he raised his knife and slashed at Qi Yu again: "You said you would not be emperor! You said you have no intention of being emperor!" !...You, you villain!"

Qi Yu picked up the sword flower with his backhand, and immediately caught Dangkong's sword, and cut off King Kang's blade with one move.

The water mist was like ink, Kang Wang staggered two steps and got on his horse, riding Juechen, suddenly the thatched hut was on fire in the distance, raging fiercely.

"Extinguish the fire for me! Extinguish the fire for me quickly!"

Qi Yu screamed and sat up from the dragon couch, his eyes suddenly opened, with a tyrannical look in them.

The eunuchs and maids in the Yanfu Palace knelt down in panic.

The gunpowder, war drums, and golden horseshoes all faded away.The surrounding area was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

Qi Yu panted and raised his head, only to see a handsome man just walking into the hall behind Chong Chong's palace servants, looking at him with a blank face, puzzled——

Qi Yu frowned, followed his gaze, and looked at——

Your own thin quilt?

On the bright yellow Hundred Flowers Double Dragon quilt, a hillock was quietly bulging under Qi Yu's stomach and above his thighs.

Qi Yu: "!!!"

Turning his head, he saw that Wen Yanzhi had quickly taken out the flower paper and soft carbon, and he was about to write down the handle——

"This is not the kind of fire!" Qi Yu patted the bed angrily, "Wen Yanzhi! Don't remember!"

"I order you! Don't remember!"

"Wen Yanzhi, did you hear that!"

Wen Sheren said solemnly: "Report to the emperor, I have heard it."

Then he knelt down and silently wrote down all these words.

The day of Qingyuan Emperor Qi Yu's smile, chase, face, and openness began again.

When Zhou Fu was serving the dishes, his hands were shaking, and the servants around him were all staring with eyes wide open, fearing that if they made a mistake, they would be kicked to the Zhongzheng courtyard to be punished.

It was so hard to hang on to his old life to serve the breakfast. Zhou Fu saw Qi Yu go out of the palace door, and was about to turn around and take out the dishes, but saw the Wen Sheren follow outside in a daze, while still, in, remembering!

Zhou Fu's chest was overwhelmed!Anger rises from it!Finally, he threw all the plates and bowls in his hand to his apprentice, waved the whisk, and rushed up in two steps.

Wen Yanzhi saw a shadow cast on his flower paper, raised his head in a daze, and saw Eunuch Zhou, the eunuch next to the emperor, standing in front of him, with gray eyebrows raised, staring at him faintly.

Seems...very angry?

Wen Yanzhi was puzzled: "Eunuch Zhou, what's the matter?"

He obviously asked this question, but Zhou Fu hated himself for not being able to answer.

The unified record of internal history is of great importance. Even the emperor himself can't lose his temper with the official historian, and he is a mere head eunuch, and he is even more powerless to speak out.

Zhou Fu raised his eyes threateningly, stared at Wen Sheren's flower note, and shook his head bitterly: "Wen Sheren, don't remember that again!"You don't want to kill us!

But from Wen Yanzhi's perspective, he felt that Zhou Fu's eyes were fixed on his chest.When he lowered his head, he saw that the [-] rice crisps he was carrying in his arms were poked out of his clothes.

Oh...Wen Yanzhi understands, Eunuch Zhou didn't eat.

"This is egg skin." Wen Yanzhi took out a [-]-meter crisp and handed it to Zhou Fu, "Eunuch Zhou."

Zhou Fu: "...?"

Wen Yanzhi put the [-] rice cakes in Zhou Fu's hands, with a clear smile on his red lips, he walked around Zhou Fu who was in a mess in the wind, and continued to follow Qi Yu.

Zhou Fu looked at the slender, sandy back, and at the egg skin white... rice... crisp...

want to cry.

The early morning mist dissipated, the dense water vapor was evaporated by the bright sun, the fiery red sun wheel hung on the zenith, and the weather could not reveal a trace of coolness.

The manager was very sensible, so he sent a few servants to carry two huge pieces of ice, set up a low trough and placed them in the imperial study, and the hall was finally much cooler.

Wen Yanzhi finished writing down the facts for a while, and seeing that noon was approaching, he took out a hundred rice crisps to eat.

"Bastard!"

Qi Yu in the hall was approving the memorial, and suddenly angrily slapped a memorial on the imperial case, and immediately threw it to the ground.

The memorial bumped twice on the ground and spread out, and happened to land at Wen Yanzhi's feet.He lowered his head and glanced, and the words "dike was broken and built, and it was decided and built" had been circled by the imperial pen Zhu Pian, and a big word "stupid" was rewritten next to it.

It seems that Xingzekou, which was repaired just now, has collapsed again.

Wen Yanzhi put away the [-] rice crisps, bent down and picked up the memorial from Tan Qingnian, governor of the river.

"Stupid! Stupid!" Qi Yu was so angry that he smashed the other two folders on the ground, stood up and stomped his feet fiercely, "Tan Qingnian's mind is filled with incense ash from Xiangguo Temple! The first time after Gudi's death Di didn't have time to send a report, but he had time to find the garrison to seal the city! This guy never thought that hundreds of people outside the city were homeless, and human life was nothing in his eyes, like grasshoppers, or ants! Isn’t there enough starving to death?!”

This scolding scared all the servants in the hall to the ground, and they dared not take a breath.

Qi Yu frowned sadly, only felt the corners of his eyes twitch, and wished he could fly to Huainan immediately and chop Tan Qingnian.

But what's the use of killing Tan Qingnian?

He is already the only river official who can be found in the court and has stayed in Huainan for more than ten years.If even Tan Qingnian is not competent, who else can lead Huainan to control the water?

Now that I scolded him with the imperial pen, if Tan Qingnian sees the word "stupid", he will only become more trembling, and he doesn't know what to do, even if he can't even close the city and save the city.

This minister can't scold him.

Qi Yu put his hand behind his back and sighed badly.

There were faint footsteps behind him, he turned his head and saw a slender white hand putting Tan Qingnian's memorial back on the imperial case.

Wen Yanzhi noticed his gaze, withdrew his hand, and knelt down respectfully: "The emperor calm down."

Qi Yu's mood had calmed down, and seeing him kneeling there, he asked, "Why did you put this memorial back?"

Wen Yanzhi leaned over, his eyes lowered: "Reporting to the emperor, I am afraid that the memorial will be lost and an important matter will be missed."

Qi Yu looked at his body lying firmly on the ground, raised his brows, and suddenly realized that this dumb Sheren was actually quite smart.

Outside the hall, a servant from the Yellow Gate was walking quickly in. When Qi Yu saw it, he ordered: "Go and invite the three gentlemen to have an audience. Except for the Ministry of Punishment, the other five ministers will be called to me." Suddenly Qi Yu remembered something: " Is Lord Wen going back to Beijing?"

The servant of the Huangmen said: "Your Majesty, the lower officials are just here to report that Lord Wen of Honglu Temple has bid farewell to Prince Uighur and his party. He has just returned to Beijing from the Northern Suburb Palace. At this moment, Zhenghou is asking for an audience outside the palace."

Qi Yu's expression relaxed, "Hurry up and announce."

After a while, the servant of the Huangmen led the Minister of Honghe Temple into the imperial study, and reported: "Mr. Honghe Temple, Wen Jiuling has an audience!"

"I kowtow to the emperor!" An old man with gray temples walked quickly to the hall, knelt down and kowtowed sincerely, "Minister Wen Jiuling, fortunately, I sent off the Uighur prince and signed an affiliated covenant."

"Okay." Qi Yu finally let go of one thing in his heart, and was very pleased, "It really is Wen Aiqing, and finally brought good news to me."

He was about to order Zhou Fu to reward him, but he saw Wen Yanzhi still kneeling there, and then he remembered that he forgot to wake him up just now, but the idiot didn't make a sound, so he couldn't help but cry.

"Wen Sheren, get up." Qi Yu smiled.

Wen Yanzhi seemed a little coy, but finally he could only get up resignedly, and moved his head behind the screen with his head down.

Wen Jiuling in the hall inadvertently saw Wen Yanzhi, and was stunned: "...old... youngest?"

Qi Yu was taken aback, glanced at Wen Jiuling, then at Wen Yanzhi: "...Wen Aiqing knows Wen Sheren?"

After finishing speaking, I also paused, and then remembered that both of them were surnamed Wen.

The Wen She people in that room didn't even look up, but greeted Wen Jiuling very solemnly, and finally called out: "Father."