My historian is dying every day

Zhou Fu took an apprentice to the Neishi Mansion, and when the apprentice came back, he was holding a stack of thick flower paper, and Cao Buwei, the supervisor of Neishi, followed behind him.

After the ceremony was over, the flower papers were put on the table, Qi Yu twisted one pinky one, and another yellowish one, thinking that it was still fresh, but the pressed flower juice was different.

Cao Buwei kept searching his eyes, and when he saw Qi Yu's puzzled eyes, he quickly stepped forward: "The emperor said, the pink ones are winter plums, and the yellow ones are golden osmanthus in autumn. Because there are chronicles and months in the recorded history, it just happens to be the same color. One point higher, and the handyman's papers can be easier."

Qi Yu nodded kindly, but his tone was cold: "It's unique. There are piles of flowers and plants in the imperial garden, so let's just forget about them blooming."

"What the emperor said is true." Cao Buwei bowed respectfully, "The Neishi Palace came up with this method at the beginning of the year, and it was also for this reason."

——Wen Yanzhi clearly thought about the Neishi Palace.Qi Yu flipped through the stack of papers, "I saw that Wen Sheren's papers are all white, why didn't you bring them here?"

Cao Buwei paused in embarrassment, and said for a moment: "Reporting to the emperor, the flower paper that Wen Sheren is currently using is supposed to be made of summer and spring flowers pressed with flower juice. Most of them are white plums, white peaches, lotus flowers, and pear flowers. At that time However, I tried this new method, but I didn't do much. Kuang Chen also led the way for Wen Sheren. The stock of paper has been used up. Autumn and winter are colder, and the colors of flowers are different from summer and spring, so I still can't make that color. Here comes the note."

——I think you don't agree with that idiot pretending to be romantic, so you didn't make many flowers.

Qi Yu smiled knowingly: "Succeed, let's put these down, I will keep them for use." He waved his hand, signaling Cao Buwei to kneel down.

Cao Buwei stood there a little nervously, "Your Majesty, in fact..."

Qi Yu looked up at him impatiently.

Cao Buwei picked up his official robe and suddenly knelt down: "My Majesty, most of the people under the administration of the Internal History Mansion are old ministers. Wu Yanshi is unable to serve as a householder, so I can't find a more suitable one. The old minister is here to ask for orders. Willing to record history for the emperor!"

Qi Yu: "..."

He came in person.

It seems that apart from Wen Yanzhi, there really isn't a single young man in the Neishi Mansion.

He glanced at Cao Buwei up and down, and felt that although this old bone was a little slippery due to his seniority, he was probably still in good health, and he shouldn't be coughing and coughing like Wu Yanshi to disturb people's peace.Turning his eyes back to the imperial case, he picked out two pieces of paper written by Jingui, and said with a serious smile: "All right. The internal history supervisor repairs the notes on daily life. If all the officials in the court know about it, it is also a good talk."

Cao Buwei's thoughts were exposed in this way, and he swallowed silently, thinking that he was thinking about fighting for his reputation for the Wenhua Palace's Grand Scholars' Evaluation. The emperor thought this matter was very clear, and it would be too much to be courteous, so he pleaded for Xie En , silent.

Zhou Fu smiled and pointed Cao Buwei to the short table behind Qiuju's screen. Cao Buwei put down his cloth bag, knelt down uneasy, and received the tea offered by Zhou Fu's apprentice.

Zhou Fu asked kindly: "Master Cao, Sheren started his job very early and sits on his knees all day long. You are not young, but you can bear it? If you can't bear it, why bother to bear it?"

Cao Buwei thanked him for the tea, he didn't understand the deep meaning of Zhou Fu's eunuch's words, he just cupped his hands and said: "My father-in-law is worrying too much, and it's not too much for me to take notes for daily life." But he thought of the future, every day Yinshi had to stand in the palace, and he wanted to sigh "I want your life", but I was guilty of saying this, and I don't know if I can stick to it for the title of a scholar.

Qi Yuzhi watched the imperial case calmly, thinking clearly that this old bone would be a ghost if it was for the sake of daily life, but it was only for the sake of glory.

Sighing softly, he suddenly felt that there were quite a lot of officials like Cao Buwei in the court, who were old and old and didn't know how to cherish their blessings, and they were still fighting all day long.Speaking of it, the scholar of the Wenhua Palace is just a false name, it’s okay to use it to bluff people, it’s just a good name, but in fact, the salary is not much, and he doesn’t have a prince who needs a teacher, and these scholars are always chasing , I don't know where the strength comes from.

Is fame really that important?

Is it really a bright future with political achievements?

Looking at it now, what Wen Yanzhi realized in his letter is really different from what people who compete in this kind of vanity fair.

Thinking of this, Qi Yu unconsciously felt relieved, touched the ink in the jade inkstone with a soft brush in his hand, pondered for a while, and wrote a self-conscious and solemn beginning on the flower paper.

"Hui Shu respectfully reads it, and I am very comforted."

Then, he suddenly didn't know what to write.

For him, he still remembers the private messages from when he was young and frivolous almost seven or eight years ago, and he is usually not the one who chases other people's expressions.There are quite a few love poems in his mind, but he pressed Wen Yanzhi's clear and elegant thoughts on the bottom half of the paper, and it would be unconventional to use poetic expressions to express his meaning at will, so he only wrote down the sentence "It's been a long time since I haven't seen it for a long time. special".

What about the future?Do you want him to write trivia too?

But as soon as the trivia in the palace came to mind, Qi Yu couldn't help thinking of what the imperial hospital said last night, and his head was about to hurt again. All the prayers from the Ministry of Rites flashed in front of his eyes, and his thoughts were complicated. Add trouble.

He closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes to look at Cao Buwei behind Qiuju's screen, and recalled Wu Yanshi before, and couldn't help but smile, and then he picked up his pen again, and wrote the trivial things of the day as a joke, He sighed, rubbed his penis softly in the jade inkstone, and kept thinking about the last paragraph of Wen Yanzhi's letter. All kinds of things from the past poured down in his heart, and in the end he still couldn't win Acacia solemnly, so he couldn't hold back, so he just wrote: "...Although the eunuchs and courts are treacherous, and the country and society are difficult, they make all the people seek and desire, so they run for the world. I am working hard day and night to govern the country in a difficult situation. Now that you are in a disaster, you can still do it. Perceiving the harmony and happiness in the world is enough for me. There are inherent disadvantages in the world, but you can’t rush to get ahead, you still need to work on it slowly.

"The sky is in the sky, and Mengchun is still cold. I and you are thinking about two places, remembering each other, and there are no tokens beside me. Only in the palace below, are all kinds of flower papers. I took the next flower bush because of you. I think I will stop writing, and I will still write. Fingers leave a lingering fragrance."

"What I want is for you to be safe, please cherish yourself generously. I would like to rely on the legend of Hongyan and wait for the letter of Baiyun."

"Qi Yu, open the hand."

The capital city in the mid-autumn month is very cold, half of the month is over, and before King Yu is about to take care of him, the two concubines in the palace feel the wind and cold one after another.Empress Dowager Huirong couldn't hold back her anxiety in Xuanci Palace, and when she went to Yanfu Palace to see Qi Yu, she insinuated and said a lot of strange things about Qingfengguan Shangxu real person, just to make Qi Yu let go and ask for a few rituals.

Qi Yu rubbed the corners of his forehead and listened, still picking up the mold of Chunwei's inscription paper in his hand, and answered her casually.

The next day Yin Shi Qi Yu got up, and while fastening his cuff buttons, he pointed to Zhou Fu, saying that the imperial hospital was giving advice on King Yu's condition, and it was not time to inform the Queen Mother.

I didn't go on with the rest of the article, but Zhou Fu also understood it, so he sent a young eunuch to the imperial hospital to learn the words, thinking that the hospital should know how to keep silent.

After washing up, Qi Yu was thinking about Enke, and was about to have dinner outside the palace, Yinshi was already past, at this time, Cao Buwei, the supervisor of internal history, came late to apologise, and knelt on the ground in panic, his face pale.

Qi Yu wanted to see that he had reached his age, and it would be embarrassing for him to wear stars and moons, but he didn't want to criticize him, he just said that it was not an example.But in the afternoon when he was sitting in the royal study reviewing papers, he inadvertently raised his head, only to see that Cao Buwei was dozing off on his knees behind the short table, shaking his head little by little, with an expression of reluctance.

Qi Yu: "..."

Very comfortable.

Zhou Fu was about to wake up Cao Buwei, but Qi Yu stopped him by waving his hand. He sighed annoyedly, and signaled the servants below to drag the Qiuju screen a little closer to block Cao Buwei.

——In short, it's not Wen Yanzhi kneeling there, looking at an insignificant person, what's the point?

Letters from Yingzhou continued to come every day, but once they stopped at the end of the lunar month.

In three days, the two servants of the Huangmen went to Xin Pavilion to inquire dozens of times, but they could only say that the road was blocked by rain and snow, and the road was blocked.

In those three days, the dishes from the imperial dining room were brought into the Yanfu Palace, and they were brought out just as they were, and they were placed in front of the imperial chef. The dishes looked like spiritual monuments, and several people began to cry and ask the family for the funeral. .

Three days later, in the second month of spring, when the royal cooks had already wiped their necks and waited for the return date, the eunuch Zhou, who was on duty in front of the imperial court, suddenly came and said kindly that he saw a dish from a small southern town in the emperor's letter, called pork head pork with apricot cheese , Come and ask the Imperial Dining Room what it might be possible to do.

——This pork head with apricot cheese must be a new dish in some village in the south. Even the two chefs from the south have never heard of it.

Apricot cheese is easy to make, beat the almonds to make pulp, remove the dregs, mix rice flour, add sugar and boil it, even a cook can do it, but the sweet and sour taste of apricot cheese... How do you make pork head meat?However, if they said they couldn't do it, then their necks were not washed in vain, and they just waited for the guards to drag them out.

——I still have to do it.The imperial chefs responded with panic and tears.

After racking my brains all afternoon, I finally came up with something I could eat intuitively at dinner time. I thought that the sourness of the apricot yogurt could relieve the greasyness of the pork head.

Trembling and trembling, the chefs waited for the news in the imperial dining room. After a long time, the porcelain cup was returned, and the chefs pushed each other to let each other go forward to look at it first. Finally, when they lifted the lid, they saw that the porcelain cup was empty, and they were overjoyed. , Hugged into a ball and burst into tears: "The emperor ate it! Eat it! I will be saved, woo woo woo!"

When Zhou Fu led the emperor's reward and came to the imperial dining room with a smile, this was what he saw.

Asked the reason, he couldn't help crying and laughing, and went back to Yanfu Palace, picked up a moment before going to bed to learn for Qi Yu.Qi Yu was also smiling when he heard it, he took out the flower note under the pillow and looked at it again, but he didn't panic to rest, he just ordered Zhou Fu to study ink, and with fresh energy, he talked about the matter of the apricot cheese pork head and the imperial dining room. Wrote it to Wen Yanzhi.

The days are nothing but chickens and eggs, flowers and trees are sprouting, Empress Dowager Huirong has done two rounds of rituals, and finally Wen Yanzhi's letters have not been interrupted.

During Qi Yu's daily dealings with China, occasionally reading letters, he felt that in this indifferent palace, he had the confidence to be comforted.At the end of March, one day at dawn, he walked straight to the imperial garden, and saw King Yu sitting in front of him in a wooden wheelchair, the boy had a warm smile on his face, and with the spring breeze, he finally showed a trace of his youthful appearance. Some of the water turned red, so he felt even more relieved, he couldn't help but feel that the cold winter was finally over.

But those who are hibernating seem to be still hibernating—such as Cao Buwei.

Seeing Qi Yu, he didn't seem to criticize him for being too sleepy, Cao Buwei seemed to have received some secret order, never to be late at Yin time every day, but he had to sleep every afternoon to make up for it.In short, Qi Yu is fine sitting in the imperial study, and it is not surprising at all to hear that there is no sound behind Qiuping.

He walked outside the hall to exercise his muscles and bones, but he was still happy and quiet, thinking that it would be serious to write a letter to Wen Yanzhi when he came back.

However, just as he was in a good mood to select the colors among the flower papers, there was another rustling sound from behind the [-]-fold autumn chrysanthemum screen.

——Oh, I woke up.

Qi Yu laughed softly in his heart, and took out two pear-blossom papers to spread on the imperial case. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Cao Buwei swaying from the black and blue robe of the fourth rank behind the screen. I don't know if it was a dream. of.

Qi Yu smiled, and began to write in the letter: "In March in Yangchun, Yanyu Yingge. Presumably, the spirit of the spirit in ancient times, even Cao, who was sleepy in winter, woke up—"

"Brush brush."

"——The day of the Wenhua Palace's bachelor's evaluation is approaching. It is expected that his heart will suddenly become excited, and he has not felt tired in winter. I am afraid that he will follow the habit of the emperor. I want to record my trivial matters endlessly in order to strive for merit."

"Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe."

Qi Yu paused when he heard the sound, "...?"

I just wrote a letter. I have never seen Cao Buwei memorize it so hard before. Could it be that my words really hit me?

Qi Yu frowned, raised his hand and tapped the ink again with a soft brush, before his wrist fell down, he heard the writing on the back of the screen, and put down the pen in a bit of annoyance: "Master Cao, I write daily letters." Hundreds of letters, why do you keep memorizing them today?"

The rustling sound stopped, and after a while, a young man's voice came through the screen like a bell hitting jade, piercing clear water.

"In ancient times, Yiqiu taught two people to play games. One of them was devoted to the game, but Yiqiu listened to it. Although the other listened to it, he thought that there was a big swan coming, and he wanted to help him. He shot it. The emperor is in the court, and he has a relationship with his family and country. , but private letters and letters, this move is for those who think big, not for those who are dedicated, minister, I hope the king will stop."

Qi Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and the next moment he stood up suddenly, he didn't even care about the pain when his leg bones were hit by the golden corner of the royal case.Under the panicked eyes of the servant, he hurried down the steps, and pulled open the nine-fold autumn chrysanthemum screen under the hall that has been in existence for decades. In an instant, the yellow wind and flowers were as if the autumn wind dazzled the eyes, and the person behind the screen finally swayed look up.

The man's black silk was as smooth as satin, his face was handsome and clear, his eyes seemed to be holding a lake of ostentatious grass, shining and clear in the spring equinox sunlight penetrating into the hall, he looked at him with a smile: "Minister, foreign minister of the Ministry of Industry , and also the living room of the Internal History Mansion, Wen Yanzhi, kowtowed to the emperor."