Qizhou

Qin Ge's excited look made He Qizhou suspicious: "How do you know the pigeons I let out faster than me?"

Qin Ge said with a smile: "That's my pigeon after all! I'm sure if it comes back or not!"

He Qizhou said "Oh" and said, "What about the pigeon?"

"Go back to your house!"

"..." He Qizhou looked at him, and then at the sky, "You plan to come to my house for another meal, to join in the fun, and to have a meal by the way, aren't you?"

Qin Ge laughed loudly, grabbed He Qizhou's shoulders, and walked back to He Qizhou's house as if he was going back to his general's mansion: "Old He, I admire you for this. Friends are so worry-free!"

He Qizhou was expressionless: "That's really a big thank you."

Being hurtful friends is also an excellent way for close friends to get along with each other. For this unreliable General Qin, He Qizhou only dislikes and dislikes him in words, and rejects him in actions.When the two reached the door, Qin Ge suddenly stopped in his tracks. He stretched his neck and looked around, wishing he could take a look at every inch of brick on the street.

He Qizhou couldn't understand his sudden behavior at all, and after looking at him for a long time, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Qin Ge let out a "shh", and said mysteriously: "I went back yesterday and got some news. You also know that Qin Tianjian has been watched by people recently. I want to enter your house, so naturally I want to see if anyone is there. Stalk."

"Oh." He Qizhou understood, "There is some truth in what you said, but General Qin, you walked the entire Suzaku Street with me shoulder to shoulder, and turned three corners. No follower, is it a bit late?"

Qin Ge slapped his forehead when he heard this, and said cheerfully, "Oh, you're right, let's go in."

He Qizhou lived alone, he had no wife, daughter or family members, and he didn't even have many friends on weekdays, so the family naturally didn't need anyone.On weekdays, if someone was looking for him, as long as he heard the knock on the door, he would answer the door himself. If he didn't hear the knock on the door, even if the person was at home, he would be counted as absent.It's just that Mr. He has a magical thing, as long as someone is looking for him, he will definitely be there, knock on the door three times, and someone will definitely answer, there is absolutely no need to knock twice.

It's just that this rule is prone to failure when Qin Ge comes to the door.

Every seven days on weekdays, there will be a few cleaners who come to take care of the yard. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Mr. He's servants are the most relaxed. They go to work every seven days, and they all go home to rest. You don't have to stay in the mansion all the time.There were really loyal people who were willing to stay behind, but He Qizhou thought they were annoying, so he drove them all back within a long time.

When Qin Ge stepped into the door, he immediately saw the gray pigeons that had landed on the railing in the courtyard. After a long absence, each of them was separated for a day, and the reunion seemed like three autumns. Qin Ge rushed over, holding the little pigeons, and said softly, "Little Hui ,You have worked hard!"

The pigeon "coo-coo" twice, and rubbed Qin Ge's chin with its dexterous head.

He Qizhou didn't disturb the reunion of their father and son, he just took off the letter box from the pigeon's leg, shook out the note inside, and slowly unfolded it.

The crooked characters of the year of resignation, as expected, came into his vision.

"Daoist, you wrote to me so soon? This pigeon is so powerful, it can really fly over from Chang'an. I live in a bamboo house, and I go to the back mountain to have a look every day. The bamboo greens are still restless, and the smelly toad stays behind. The evil spirit is too strong, and it will not be cleaned up in a while."

Seeing this, He Qizhou suddenly took the piece of paper away from Qin Ge's hand. He was taken aback, and quickly reached out to grab it, but Qin Ge relied on his background as a general, and jumped several feet in one step, muttering: "What? Let me see the good stuff too!"

He glanced roughly, and said loudly: "There are actually bamboo shoots in the yard. I dug several of them. If you are..."

Thinking of this, Qin Ge suddenly felt something was wrong, he quickly stopped talking, and slowly raised his head, but saw He Qizhou standing only a few feet away, and suddenly showed him an extremely gentle smile.Qin Ge was startled, ran over quickly, put the letter back into He Qizhou's hand, and apologized repeatedly: "I just saw this sentence! I'll feed Xiao Hui first, and after feeding, I'll go into the room to make tea. After Master He reads it, come in and you can Drink it, your lord has a lot of it, don't draw your sword!"

He Qizhou smiled and said, "Okay, let's go, General Qin."

When he looked up again, Qin Ge had already run away without a trace.He Qizhou took a breath, and then reopened the letter.Autumn entered in the middle of Sichuan, and the weather gradually cooled down. It took He Qizhou some time to return to Chang'an, and he stayed in the bamboo house after the New Year. He patrolled the back mountain every day and settled the troubled Zhuqing.All things are permanent, bamboo green is also a part of yin and yang, after all it is not appropriate to kill them all, and it can be regarded as a merit if it can be saved.

During the period of practicing with him in the year of Resignation, he has already understood the method of saving transformation. It is best to persuade such little monsters. They were born from the lush forest and bamboo in the back mountain, so naturally they should have a place there.

The letter also wrote about messy things: someone’s chickens ran into the yard, and some ran out by themselves; the children in the village recently started flying kites, and they kept getting the kites on the roof. They dared not ask adults for help, so they were timid If someone came to ask for help, and to help them, they would honestly go to the small temple under the banyan tree to burn incense as a reward; it was raining that day, and Xi Nian spent a lot of effort cooking in the kitchen by himself, and it was wrong. Treating sugar as salt is so unpalatable that I refuse to swallow it...

Between the lines, there are densely packed, all these little bits and pieces.Through the small letter paper, He Qizhou seemed to be able to see the little fox with pricked ears, crouching in front of the desk, grasping the brush, scratching his head and writing letters.He wants to share everything he has seen and heard, no matter how big or small, with himself who is thousands of miles away.

"Old He! Old He!" Qin Ge's voice came out again. As soon as He Qizhou put away the letter, the gentle expression on his face disappeared instantly.He slowly raised his head and cast a sidelong glance at Qin Ge, who was standing by the door with a copper pot in his hand.As soon as he met his eyes, Qin Ge's voice weakened a little: "...the tea is ready, you go into the room quickly! I have something to talk to you about!"

He Qizhou responded, sighed, stuffed the letter into his inner pocket, and followed Qin Ge into the house.

"Let's talk." The tea was already set, and He Qizhou was not polite to him. He picked up the teacup and waited for Qin Ge's next words.

"say what?"

"..." He Qizhou couldn't believe it, "Didn't you tell me you heard the news?"

"Oh!" Qin Ge slapped his thigh, "Look at you, I was so scared just now, I even forgot the business..."

"That's why I'm to blame." He Qizhou said coldly.

"Blame me, blame me!" Qin Ge quickly admitted his mistake, and he also picked up his teacup and poured it into his mouth.Watching him swallow the steaming tea in one gulp, He Qizhou didn't know whether to persuade him to drink it slowly and not choke.

Qin Ge breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you entering the palace today?"

"Yes. It's just going to face the saint for the master, it doesn't matter."

"The emperor...did he tell you something?" Qin Ge said, "I think it's time for him to call you to ask."

He Qizhou said: "How to say?"

Qin Ge said: "Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites died of a sudden illness, and this seat is vacant. Everyone in the hall stared at this space, trying to put their own people in it. Think about your master, who was kicked out by Mr. Tan and Prime Minister Zhang yesterday. Be like a chick..."

He Qizhou nodded: "This matter is not under my supervision, so it's all right to ask me. Besides, it's just a matter of talent. Doesn't the emperor have a steelyard in his heart for this thing?"

Qin Ge said: "Everyone knows this truth! But there is one more thing, the emperor probably didn't tell you directly..."

"Border." He Qizhou interrupted him: "I'm afraid it's not safe recently, right?"

Qin Ge's first words were blocked in his stomach by this sentence.He hesitated for a while, then said in shock: "How do you know? Didn't you just come out of the palace? No one knows this news. The emperor hasn't said it in court yet. I, the first-hand news of the general's mansion, you and you you……"

He Qizhou chuckled: "Your Majesty asked me to calculate the harvest omen on the northwest border for him."

"Ah?" Qin Ge was even more confused when he heard it, "I asked you to calculate this? Just this?"

"this one."

"But this, with the northwest..."

He Qizhou put down his teacup, propped his chin, and tapped the table: "General Qin, what do you mean the frontier tribes do for a living?"

Qin Ge thought about who you were talking about, but he still answered honestly: "Nomads, what else can we rely on, isn't it just herding!"

He Qizhou nodded: "That's right, where did they get the sign of a good harvest?"

"This..." Qin Ge thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized, "This...this is..."

"Your Majesty's meaning is already very clear, but I'm just wary that walls have ears, so it's inconvenient to say it clearly." He Qizhou peeled a melon seed and threw it into his mouth, "It seems that our emperor doesn't trust the people who take care of him very much. .”

Qin Ge digested it for a while, and said: "Yes... yes, if you make me the emperor, I'm afraid..."

"You? You won't survive the winter solstice of the first year when you ascend the throne at the autumnal equinox." He Qizhou laughed and poured him a cup of tea. "Your pigeon will stay with me. Tell me what it eats on weekdays. Go get it done. And..."

He Qizhou smiled slightly, and said softly, "Don't intercept my letters again."

Qin Ge nodded and muttered, "I didn't even read a few words, how would I know it was a love letter..."

He Qizhou coughed violently, so frightened that Qin Ge jumped up and swore: "I promise not to look at it! You can keep this pigeon if you want to use it! If there is no food, I will take it! Just fill it up!"

"It's good to know." He Qizhou smiled sincerely, "Come on, sit down and drink tea. Your Majesty rewarded my master with Jiangnan Mingqian Longjing. Let's drink first and then talk."

"..." Qin Ge picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, and finally tasted something, "Hey, this tea is quite delicious."

He Qizhou said: "Sip it slowly, it's naturally delicious. But since we're talking about this, General Qin, I really have something to ask you."

Qin Ge was startled, and said, "My Lord He! How many things have you entrusted to me since you came back to Beijing!"

"This time it's His Majesty's business." He Qizhou booed, motioned Qin Ge to come closer, and said in a low voice, "Who are the people stationed on the northwest border these days, whether it is peaceful, and how the situation is, you have to find out the number. "

"Okay." Qin Ge was rarely serious, "Leave it to me."